Slight Changes Stack
Chapter 5 — How hard is it to notice small changes?
After her husband had walked away, she had cupped her hand on her sex to hold in his cum so she could make it to the Master’s bathroom without creating any new messes to clean up. The house had a list of cleaning and chores for her, and she knew her duties well. First on the list was to sponge-bathe herself and make sure her makeup and clothing were in tip-top shape. A good maid bot was always ready for Master. She could hear the maid bot moving around the house, helping with the chores, and she knew exactly where it was and what it was working on. Janice had been a little surprised when he had gone directly from fucking her to releasing his other sex slave, reminding Janice that she was a little jealous of the fact that the maid bot was wearing the same sexy clothing as her, but it also thrilled her. She wanted another look at the beautiful machine. And another taste. But for now... chores.
She sighed as she started to clean the patio. It wasn’t that she didn’t like cleaning up after his cum and her juices on the patio recliner; it was that the computer told her to add a sigh of contentment as she worked. She could feel the computer’s gaze upon her, watching her every move to make sure she did her job correctly. Mostly it watched her so that it could help her compensate for the insane difficulty working in ballet shoes. She felt her skin prickle knowing if the computer stopped helping, she would have to crawl her sorry ass to the garage for a cutting tool or to her husband for help removing the locks. Or crawl straight to bed and wait there for him to come to service her.
Once Janice had cleaned up after breakfast, she mentally checked in with the computer, which provided her a list of chores but not an order to do them in. Usually, she picked the nicest jobs so the maid bot could do the rest. Today though, she was picking the jobs that would put her in the same room with the bot. Just being able to see its seemingly supple skin and always lubed, ready sex was a pleasure and made her think of all the things she would do to it if it were her sex slave and not her equal. Janice stared while straightening the cushions.
Next, Janice moved onto the bookshelves, thinking about what it would look like for a neighbor lucky enough to see them. Would they think that the household had acquired a second maid bot, or would they assume one of them was her? Either way, they would be correct. And what a sight they would be, nearly twins wearing tight cinched corsets and stockings. Their breasts, pussies, and asses in clear view... and available.
As Janice worked, she contemplated the robot rug cleaner twirling around her feet. The things usually hid when anyone was in the room or might be in the room. It was clear that the house didn’t count her as a “someone” anymore. She was not quite as lowly as a robot rug cleaner that was expected to hide, but Janice and the maid bot were the household elite robots, expected to be present for the entertainment of their bodies.
Janice felt her muscles ache from all the sex, the housework, and the difficulty of using strange muscles to walk and work in these shoes. The house did a wonderful job of subduing the discomfort, though, and she knew the house would not let her injure herself beyond the healing abilities of the baths in this house.
Janice stepped into the Master’s bedroom, her eyes darting around the room, her heart fluttering slightly, remembering the fun she had recently had here. But she also knew what was hidden in this room. All of the bondage gear that they owned was in this room. Some of it was pre-installed, like ropes under the mattress strategically placed so that he could easily reach them and quickly tie her up if he was feeling feisty. Much of the gear was in boxes or drawers, though. Some of it had never been used, maybe he had just been too shy to ask her to use it, or maybe it had just been too much of a burden, but she expected that this “game” would not be over until he had exhausted his ideas for how to use all of it. And if he figured out that she was under his complete control through her chip... oh... it would be quite exhausting. She shivered slightly at the thought.
As she started to clean, her thoughts raced with images of her husband restraining her and making her do whatever he wanted. She imagined the feeling of the restraints around her wrists and ankles, the tightness of the straps against her skin. She imagined the thrill of being completely at his mercy, of knowing that he could do whatever he wanted with her, her body unable to resist him. But it was an extra thrill to know that that control was in her mind—through the chip—and didn’t need to be wrapped around her wrists. Bondage gear—at this point—was nothing more than decorations to her now. These thoughts were overwhelming, and Janice found herself blushing as she worked. She knew why her husband had bought all of the bondage gear, and it made her wet. But the reasons that he had never used some of it made her feel embarrassed at the same time. She tried to focus on the task of cleaning, but it was hard to concentrate when she was thinking about what her husband had in store for her.
At the same time, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief at the fact that he wasn’t aware of the chip she had implanted in her neck that allowed him to control her every move. He could even control her every thought. He could have her do whatever he wanted without her even being aware of it if he instructed the computer without her knowledge. At least for now, his control over her was natural. But great power comes with great consequences, but she figured he was up to the task. She was not sure if he would ever find out about her chip, but she sort of hoped he did. What do you give the man who has everything? A lifetime to play with it.
Janice continued to clean, her mind wandering wherever it wanted to go. She thought about the way her husband’s eyes lit up whenever he laid eyes on her bound body. She thought about the feeling of being in his arms, of being completely safe and protected, but also of being totally in his control. She thought about the way it felt when they made love and the way he always made her feel so alive and wanted. She also thought about how she felt when she was truly his, not just in spirit but in body.
As she worked, she felt her skin tingle with anticipation. She knew that her husband would feel rested and ready soon. She felt like she was about to embark on a thrilling new journey, and she couldn’t wait to see where it would take her.
Janice finished her cleaning and glanced around the bedroom. Everything was in its place, and she was satisfied with her work, and so was the computer. Well, the one thing that made her sad was that the house didn’t need to use the vibrator on her to control her, so she had been missing out on the possible positive reinforcement and random “messages” pounded into her sex by the toy. Oh well, a maid bot sex slave vibrating fuck toy can’t have everything, Janice figured.
With her chores finished, Janice made her way back to her charging station to get a proper cleaning and lube. The house could tell that the Master of the house might be amorous soon, and the other bot had already had its cleaning, charging, and lube. All the bots needed to be ready, except, of course, the rug-cleaning bot.
Janice stepped into the maid bot cleaning, charging, and lube cabinet, feeling a wave of trepidation coursing through her veins. She wondered about the wonders that this machine could accomplish but had never been brave enough to try. Now though, she was not being given a choice, and that was fine with her; the house would never hurt her, so she was eager to discover what it would do to her. She sat down gingerly onto the thick rod whose tip was already coated in lube. The machine’s sensors detected her presence and began to hum to life. The middle section of the charging rod swelled. She realized that she could not stand up now if she wanted to, as the swollen part was just above her muscles and pubic bone. The computer was explaining to her the process, and she now knew that the swelling base was designed to keep the cleaning fluids and lubes from escaping.
Janice couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as the machine whirred and hummed around her, starting the cleaning. She felt a little exposed and stuck as the first waves of very warm, sudsy water filled her and slightly bulged her stomach. It was not painful or uncomfortable, but she would not say the extreme pressure on her bladder and insides was pleasant. It was exciting, though. Janice rubbed her swollen belly enjoying the tight feeling and the hard pressure within. She was just barely able to feel the warmth of the water through her skin.
With her belly full of water pressure, the machine began its cleaning process, and Janice felt her body start to respond to the sensations. The machine sort of vibrated as different liquids were flushed around, and various fingers massaged her sex from the inside. Her breathing became shallow as the vibrations worked on her swollen pussy lips and sensitive clit. The house computer, sensing that Janice’s relaxation would be beneficial, started up the vibrator in her sex at full blast. It was weird to know what the computer was thinking about her, and it was even weirder to know that it planned to make her cum hard to help her relax. Hadn’t she already had enough? It was clear to the house computer that she had not.
Now Janice could feel that it was sort of floating in there, just bumping into the insides of her vagina near her cervix as the cleaning fluids moved. With the water to dampen the effects, it had less of an impact on her sex, but with her stomach bulging and tight, the vibrations were able to reach up to the base of her breasts and add some pleasure there. Overall it was a very weird and nice sensation.
The machine worked its way up and down inside of her sex, and Janice felt various wafting waves of pleasure but nothing substantial enough to make her cum, yet. The sensations were unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and she found herself arching her back and moaning as the machine moved around her sex. Everything changed, though, when the machine started to roughly clean the outside of her sex. The machine had rough fingers that slid in between every single fold and crevice that she had. The fingers brought an immediate end to her moans since she stopped breathing altogether. The feeling was so intense, thanks mostly to the spa treatment her husband had chosen for her. Janice’s body curled forward in rapture, which only managed to force her clit down harder on the rough fingers. Janice had no idea how many times she came, or if it was one long 5-minute orgasm, but she held her breath when she could, then gasped great gulps of air, clenching everything until her body fell nearly limp.
The machine then began to fill her sex with a gel that would stay in her body until it was pressed on by an intruder (like a cock or the massive fuck stick the bot had used on her earlier). The pressure would instantly break down the gel into lube to make her sex more inviting and accessible to her Master. This gel also had chemicals in it designed to increase the sensitivity and enjoyability of fucking the bot. She felt nervous and excited as she realized the implications of what the machine was filling her with and what it would do to her incidentally.
The machine finished its job, and Janice felt a wave of pleasure wash over her body as the lube soaked through her skin and began to work its magic. She felt deep arousal growing in her body as the pleasure-giving chemicals began to affect her, and she found herself craving her Master’s touch more and more.
Janice felt a wave of jealousy wash over her as she realized the machine had been chemically conditioning her Master to want to fuck the bot for years. Janice had had no idea. But she quickly pushed the thoughts out of her mind as the pleasure-giving chemicals took root in her.
Between the body/mind numbing orgasm, the very distracting pressure in her gut, the vibrator bumping around inside of her like a small pack of angry bees, and the chemicals soaking into her vagina walls bringing her a new kind of hot omnipresent pleasure, Janice hadn’t noticed the fingers below her moving around and adding some thick gel liquid to her clit.
She didn’t notice, at least, until she felt a shock of searing pain. Then it felt like she pissed herself, then everything in the area went numb. She could still feel everything that was happening to her, except for her clit and most of her pussy lips. Completely numb! What the fuck was the machine planning to do with her or already doing with her? She looked down but could not see past her slightly bulging stomach. When she tried to move her hands from her breasts, the computer told her not to move. When she tried to move her hands from her breasts anyway and fought back against the computer, the charging rod buried in her gave her such a shock in her coochie that she didn’t think twice about trying again. Interesting, she sort of liked the pain. And that was not good; the computer probably saw that her body had enjoyed it.
When commanded to do so, Janice stood gingerly up from the charging station. The system had already drained her of cleaning fluids, topped off her lub/gel, then de-inflated the charging rod. Not a drip of anything had slipped out of her; it was an efficient system. Once she was free of the machine, the house released her from its control.
Janice touched her body, still dizzy and shaky under the lingering effects of the orgasm, the pain and numbing of her sex, and the stomach extension. She felt a bit embarrassed by the fact that she had let the machine pleasure her in such an intimate way, but she couldn’t deny the pleasure that she had experienced. Janice stared at her reflection in the mirror, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She ran her hands over her body, feeling the slight tingling sensation that lingered from her orgasm. She was still too afraid to slip her hands down to her sex, but she couldn’t wait much longer in case the house called on her. Janice smiled at her reflection in the mirror and took a few deep breaths. She slipped one hand down and found something that took the breath out of her. A clit piercing. Not just any piercing, but a massive bar like the maid bot had. It didn’t even have room to rest between her pussy lips, so it was pushing out on them. Once the feeling came back, she would never be able to walk even one step without feeling the reminder of this day. And forget riding a bike; she wouldn’t make it 5 feet without cuming all over herself and falling to the ground moaning.
Janice wanted to get a better look at it, but it was difficult, so she dragged the closest chair over to the mirror and sat down with her knees against the wall around it. She pushed her hips forward and thrust her clit up. The piercing was huge! She wouldn’t be surprised if the thing was big enough to have a micro motor in it and a battery. God forbid that thing went off while her pussy vibrator was causing a racket! Then she saw the other changes. On the puffed-up flesh of her right pussy lip, there was a number in black ink. Clearly, the house had tattooed her with a serial number. On her left pussy lip, there was a barcode. She was now nothing more than a serialized good, and that thought sent thrills down her spine even stronger than the idea of what the clit piercing would feel like when her pussy woke back up!