Slight Changes Stack
Chapter 4 — Small things revealed.
Janice woke up to a shock in the morning—her sex was on fire with intense vibrations. Sitting up stock awake, she realized she was no longer bound. Her eyes widened as she saw the maid bot standing in a strict spread eagle at the foot of the bed, just as she remembered from her dream. She had to take hold of the thing vibrating inside her to get it out, so Janice hopped out of bed and tentatively reached her hand into her sex. Her other hand pushed down on the thing from the outside while she tried to grab it from the inside. The sensation was overwhelming—it felt like she was touching something alive inside her. She was still so wet, though, and the vibrations so intense that she could not get a grip on the fucking thing to remove it or turn it off. She could feel the vibrations coursing through her, and she had to fight the urge to scream in frustration. If she had not been so frantic, she would have had to admit that it was quite pleasurable since it made her entire sex vibrate. It was like those bots with vibrating vaginas and vibrating nipples. OH! She realized that maybe this was her husband’s way of making her even more like a sex toy. Was he planning to fuck her hard while her pussy vibrated him to release? Janice gasped in awe of the revelation. Then she dug into her pussy and pushed down on her stomach even more frantically. It was too intense!
Janice’s pulses of pleasure started to grow inside of her. Her entire body tingled, and she wished the sensation could last forever. But the intensity of the vibrations was quickly giving her a feeling of panic and desperation to make it stop. She stumbled out of the room, not even taking notice of the super hot lingerie-clad maid bot tied to her bed that she would have loved to play with when she woke up if she were not so FUCKING ready to make this thing in her STOP! She ran down the hall, her body still shaking from intensity, and burst into her husband’s office. He looked up at her, a little surprised at her sudden entrance, then at the buzzing of her sex, then at his watch, then back at her face, then he smiled. Janice felt a flush of embarrassment and relief wash over her that he understood. Now that she didn’t need to panic, she closed her eyes and took a few moments to savor the pleasure of the vibrator that was still inside her, relishing in the intensity of it before he helped her with it. She stood up on her tippy-toes and rocked her hips back and forth with her arms behind her back, looking like a much younger version of herself submissively about to ask for something in a bubbly, shy manner. She also knew that he would enjoy watching her enjoy it. “House, turn off Janice’s alarm.” Suddenly the toy turned off. As a joke, he adds under his breath, “I should have just snoozed it and watched you squirm in anticipation.” With a last lingering sigh of satisfaction, she thought about how she was grateful to her husband for the unexpected gift. She wondered if the toy inside of her was the alarm clock or if SHE had become an alarm clock. Nuances and subtleties of being a thing. She has a thought to call out to the computer to “Set Janice’s alarm to 50%,” then straddle his lap and let him watch her close up. She would love to grind her vibrating pussy against his cock through his clothing and watch him squirm as well. But she feels no need to speak unless spoken to. Also, who ever heard of a maid bot who spoke back to its computer?
She waited, standing at his side, at attention, the way the maid bot tended to do.
Janice had not realized that she was panting at first, and it was not from the dash to the office. Now that the vibrations were gone, she missed them, oddly. Maybe if they had not been so intense. Maybe if he had left her tied to the bed. Maybe after 30 minutes of fighting off the pleasure, she would be forced to cum whether she wanted to or not. Maybe he would have heard her cries of pleasure and come to the bedroom, flipped her on her stomach and fucked her senseless, then left her there, dripping cum, still tied, still vibrating. Rinse, Wash, Repeat...
Janice snapped out of her daydream and cracked open an eye to peek. She found her husband’s gaze on her as if he could see into her daydream, and her heart raced in response. She was still standing at attention in his office, enjoying the feeling of the lingerie—still locked on—still hugging her skin. It was a reminder of the total submission of her new role as one of his sex slaves.
Janice’s husband smiled as he touched her stomach smiling. “So, do you like our new alarm clock? I thought it would be a nice way to keep you on track,” he said, twirling a finger over her navel and then tracing his finger down to her clit, giving it a nudge. Janice nodded, feeling a little apprehensive. She knew her husband had a thing for technology, but she had never seen him so excited about an alarm clock, and rightfully so.
“This is no ordinary alarm clock,” he said, pointing at her sex through her stomach, his eyes twinkling. “It’s a reminder, a way to keep you in line, to make sure you do what I want.” He paused and looked at her, his face serious. “You will soon learn what the various vibration patterns mean and the pleasure and denial that the house will use to train you. This will help you remember your place until the lingerie is unlocked and our fun little sex game is over.”
Janice felt a chill run down her spine. She knew her husband well enough to know that he meant every word. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as her body reacted to his words.
“Now,” he said, his voice softening. “Go back to the bedroom. I’ll set the alarm clock. You can rest or enjoy yourself as you see fit until the alarm goes off. Then the house will instruct you what to do.”
Janice obeyed, her heart racing as she walked up the stairs to their bedroom. She was still unsure of how the vibrations would affect her. Her first thought was to rest until she entered the room and was reminded that she was not the only maid bot, sex slave in the house. And, hadn’t he said to do as she saw fit?
Janice slowly opened the door of the Master’s bedroom, her heart pounding with anticipation. She stepped in, and Janice saw that the bot was watching her, but submissively as if to ask, “what can I do for you?” Janice thought back, “everything, please!” Janice’s eyes immediately locked on the sight before her, and her heart raced as she took in the view of the helpless robot, her mind already spinning with ideas of what she could do. She moved closer, running her hands over the robot’s body. It felt so unnatural yet so real. She felt a shiver of faked pleasure from the bot as she explored the bot’s curves, her fingertips tracing its contours. She felt an electric current course through her body as she touched the bot, which had nothing to do with the bot being a bot. The feeling was both exciting and a little scary. Janice moved to the bot’s head and began to explore its face. She felt the desire to kiss it as she ran her fingers over its lips and cheeks, imagining what it would be like to be a real maid bot.
The bot seemed to come alive under her touch, responding to her every move. She felt emboldened by the bot’s artificial responses, and she dared to explore further. She started to pleasure the bot with her mouth, her tongue, and her hands, exploring its body as if it were a real woman lover. The robot seemed to be enjoying it, trembling and moaning louder and more passionately. When Janice found her way to and into the bot’s sex, she went straight for the clit, and the piercing she knew was there. She wanted to play with it and try to guess what it might feel like to have one. Flicking her finger over the piercing and making it jiggle the clit teasing really worked for the bot’s artificed enjoyment.
Janice felt a deep pleasure within her as she learned how to pleasure the bot. She quickly found that it responded better to certain stimuli than others. She felt great pride as the bot’s pleasure intensified and its moans grew louder. She felt like she was in control, and it was an incredible feeling. Though, something about being in control didn’t sit right, not with a sex slave maid bot like her. In fact, she realized that she had not been doing this for her own pleasure; she had been doing it as practice for later. She had been imagining her husband watching them interact, and she had been doing it for him. Janice continued her exploration until she was finally satisfied she could entertain her husband, then she stepped back and looked at the robot. It shivered a little as if coming down from some tremendous orgasm. It was the bot’s way of saying thank you since neither of them could speak. Neither of them had been spoken to. Janice knew that she would never forget this moment.
Janice was in the middle of admiring the quality build of the maid bot, her equal, when she felt the house computer’s instructions pulse through her chip and her mind. She had been expecting the house to vibrate some pattern in her sex that she would have to learn, but instead, she felt a direct connection between herself and the house, the same way she did when the house helped her do her exercises. Fear ran through her as she realized that it had more control over her than her husband even knew. He didn’t know about the chip! With her heart racing, she hoped he hadn’t told the house to make her do anything too crazy as a test of her resolve. She was certain she would pass any test but dreaded the prospect of something like “go fuck the pool boy” or something equally problematic. Her mind was on fire with the possibilities, and her body was tense. She was both terrified and aroused by the thought of the house having such power over her. Even something as simple as him telling her to go enjoy herself could have deeply impacting consequences. The “enjoy exercise” script could be used to make her enjoy anything, and that thrilled her even though it should have terrified her.
Janice glided down the hallway, her ballet shoes barely making a sound against the hardwood floor. She felt a gentle hum of familiarity as she stepped into the kitchen. Her senses were alive with the smell of freshly brewed coffee, the warmth of the sun streaming through the windows, and the feeling of her muscles tingling as the computer-enhanced her movements. The maid bot was still tied up, so she would get no help unless he released it. She could feel her heart quicken at the thought of being alone with him. She was sure he had something special in store for just her, and she was eager to find out what.
The kitchen was familiar but seemed strange to her as she moved around; she was at least 6 inches taller than usual, after all. Her body seemed unphased by walking in what would usually be impossible kitchen shoes. The house seemed to be using its sensors to anticipate and compensate for her balance and poise. She could feel her muscles working hard to stay on her feet, yet her movements were fluid and graceful. She couldn’t help but feel super sexy as she cooked breakfast, the computer giving her an extra edge that made the task seem easier and more enjoyable.
The computer had all of the downstairs windows open. The house opened the shades every morning to let in the stunning panoramic view of the ocean... and all the neighbor’s houses windows that could see right up into their house. Her nipples betrayed her and became rock hard at the thought of her sexy body in these sexy clothes. With any luck, she would be mistaken for the maid bot. Of course, with her recent spa modifications, she nearly looked like one. And with her chip installed and her total submission to her husband, she was effectively one, just lighter, softer, and more body functions. As she cooked, Janice’s thoughts turned to her Master and the day ahead. She had a feeling he had something special planned for her; she felt her skin flush as she imagined the possibilities.
Her husband, still oblivious to the chip that controlled her, asked her to join him for breakfast, and Janice found herself seated at the breakfast nook, her mind awash with conflicting emotions. Janice felt the cold steel of the stool against her unprotected ass and shivered with a mixture of pleasure, guilt, and metallic chill. She knew any lucky/curious/peeping neighbor would think she was the maid bot, here to entertain her Master for his sexual pleasure—and they wouldn’t be wrong—and she couldn’t deny the thrill it gave her. When he stood up, he approached her side of the table, and her heart raced as his fingers dipped into the maple syrup on her plate and rubbed it on her lips. His kiss, passionate yet gentle and sweet with syrup, sent a wave of desire washing over her. She assumed that this was his way of thanking her for fulfilling his deepest desire and fantasy by being his sex slave, and Janice couldn’t help but revel in the knowledge that he had no idea of the truth—that she had no choice in the matter—and the feeling of utter pleasure it gave her.
As she stood there, looking out across the ocean, she felt her husband’s hands on her hips, slowly tracing circles around her waist. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, like he was worshipping her body with his hands. Slowly, he began to move lower, caressing her curves and exploring her body. His touch was soft but demanding, and Janice felt her body responding to his touch, her skin tingling and her heart racing. She closed her eyes and reached up behind his head with one hand making her bolt-on-tits jut out even more, on display for the world to envy. Then she let her head lull back onto his shoulder and let out a long, low sigh to warm his ear as his hands continued to explore her body.
Eventually, his lips joined his hands as he kissed her neck, her shoulders, and her back. He kept his body as close to hers as possible to help them both stay warm, but the heat in her body was growing quickly, even without his body heat. His lips were soft and warm, and Janice felt her body becoming pliable in his sturdy hands. She felt her body responding to his touch, her breathing becoming shallow and ragged. His hands moved between her legs, his fingers expertly exploring her most intimate parts.
Janice felt her body arching into his touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her pleasure grew. His tongue joined his fingers as he explored her body with the skill of an experienced lover. As his tongue and fingers worked their magic, Janice felt her pleasure reaching a fever pitch. She had not even noticed her own moans until they became loud enough to carry to the neighbors, but she could not stop. He had told her not to hide her pleasure. He didn’t know that she would have usually tried to be more discrete; he was most likely assuming that she was enjoying the exhibitionism, letting all the neighbors know about his prowess as a lover. Her body shook with pleasure as waves cascaded through her body. She felt like she was flying, soaring through the morning sky over the ocean, as her pleasure reached its peak and her body slackened in his confident, strong hands.
Janice felt her body go limp with exhaustion as he effortlessly lifted her and placed her down on the cold patio lounger. The chilly morning air bit into her skin, making her shiver, but he quickly lay on top of her, enveloping her in warmth. His touch was electric, and she felt her body react instinctively as his cock began to slide into her. Pleasure surged through her, an intense burst of sensation that made her body convulse in pleasure. He moved inside her, his thrusts as slow and tender as his caresses, and Janice felt a deep warmth spreading through her. His hands roamed over her body, exploring and teasing her in all the right places, and she gasped with pleasure. She felt him building up inside her, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent, and as the intensity of pleasure increased, Janice felt like she was going to explode with it.
She felt her heart beating rapidly, her breath coming in short puffs. She felt her husband’s body pressing into hers, his strong muscles straining against her soft curves as he pushed his hips into her, pushing her ever closer to the edge. She felt his lips on hers, his breath coming in pained puffs as he tried desperately to reach a seemingly elusive climax of his own. She knew he needed some encouragement, so Janice moaned in delight as she felt him inside her, her body responding to his every move. She pressed her hips up hard into his thrusts, pushing her tired body to its limits. His fingers dug into her shoulders as he held her tightly, fucking her as hard as he ever had.
Janice’s eyes fluttered closed as she felt her husband’s body thrust into hers faster and more urgently. She felt the pressure in his cock, every nerve in her overly sensitive puffy pussy lips tingling. Her pleasure was not in the body, though. She was done with cuming for now. Her pleasure now was in his pleasure and the furious way he was using her body. Janice’s moans grew louder as her husband continued. She grabbed her breasts, her fingers tugging at her nipples as her body quivered in pleasure. She cried out as she felt his pleasure mounting; she made her body shake. Her breath came in sharp gasps pushing him to a crescendo. She knew he would either give up soon or cum.
Janice felt her husband’s body grow tense, his thrusts becoming sporadic and losing their rhythm. She felt her own body tensing, a blossoming orgasm coming from nowhere in a loud rush of blood in her ears. She grasped his body tightly, her legs wrapping around him as he pushed her to the brink of pleasure. She came, and she came hard. Her body didn’t loosen as usual; it became rigid, pressing her sex as far up toward his thrusts as she could manage; every slam of his hips into hers rocked her ridged body. Then he just stopped. Her mind was glazed over with post-orgasmic bliss, but even so, she was sad that he had failed.
Just then, she felt his balls tighten, and his cock start throbbing. With her sex bent as it was and his cock so tight in her, she could feel a slight vibration as his cum pushed past the tightness of her sex at this angle. She could feel every single drop as it passed into her. She had never experienced such a thing in her life, and it brought her a tiny orgasm of pride and pleasure to add to her list for the past few days. Her previous orgasm had been dead silent when her body went ridged, but this tiny one had put her into a fit of quick, stifled moans. He seemed pleased with himself, and she was glad.
Janice enjoyed the weight and warmth of his body as he lay on top of her. His cock had gone soft a few minutes back, and cum was dripping down into her ass cheeks, but she didn’t care. She smiled and let her body relax her heart rate slowing.
Finally, Janice was done. She was exhausted, but she felt a sense of satisfaction. She knew that she had done her job properly and that she had been able to give her husband the pleasure he deserved. She smiled and thanked the universe for the pleasure she had experienced that morning and for the pleasure she was sure to experience again and probably soon. This passionate sex was just a whistle-wetter; she knew he would take command and get kinkier soon enough.