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Married to the Maid

by FembotFan & Ningyou Macher

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Storycodes: Solo-F; Machine/f; robots; maid-bots; collar; switch; mind-control; latex; program; pod; recharge; F/f; discovery; torment; bdsm; spank; FF; technician; bodymod; cyborg; stuck; F2maidbot; nc; X

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Editor’s Note: Originally published by FembotFan at Deviant Art on 2018-01-12. A similar version may be found here at Gromet’s Plaza. I have since made modifications to the original for spelling, grammar, structure, and consistency. All done with permission of course.

Chapter 2 - News of the hour

My eyes snap open as programmed at 7:00 A.M. to see the door to my pod opening. Directly in front of me, my fellow maid, Angela, is sliding on her grey latex maid uniform, with red fringe and highlights. While my mind is rebooting, the cleaning and lubrication probes retract before folding into the servicing pod, and I smoothly step from the pod, with perfect balance. I always move gracefully when the house system is controlling my movements through my collar despite my teetering footwear.

I get dressed as my programming dictates, wearing my beige, above the knee latex stockings and past the elbow latex gloves. I complete my beige outfit with a self-tightening corset and micro-skirt, then step into my blue high heeled platform shoes. My outfit is a bit drafty going commando as I am; I’ll have to remember to order myself some panties when next I’m Sierra—next time I have full control of myself that is. When I am running the maid program, I am along for the ride. Thanks to a bit of reprogramming by Mr. Day (thinking of him as ‘husband’ give me errors) I can think and am allowed to have my internal monologue. Well, so long as I’m thinking good robot thoughts at least. If I think of trying to do something outside my programming, I get an error log from the house system. Too many errors, and I can easily end up back in my pod. Being in the pod is a lot like sleeping, though rarely will I dreams. When I do dream they are almost always sexual, and always involve Espa.

My body, on the other hand, is controlled. At first it felt peculiar, but I have grown to love the feeling in the four months since I began living as a maidbot. As soon as I am turned on in the morning, I actually get “turned on”.

My programming indicates I will be working to clean the sitting area and master bedroom. Since Mr. Day will be out of town on business for the next three days, I will be running the maid program until then. Once he returns, he will remove the USB-K drive in his wife’s neck. The house system will then note that Mr. Day removed it and deactivate my Maid4U collar. Well, that’s how it was supposed to work. For the most part, Espa has been taking my place. Now, it seems he even prefers her ‘companionship’, at least when he’s home. Lately his trips have been lasting longer, and his stays here shorter.

Oops, more errors messages. Better not think on that any more.

Angela heads off to make breakfast for Mistress Sierra—the manner of address she insist that I alone use—and I set to cleaning as I am programmed, my owner having a distaste for my cooking. When I first experimented as a maid, the house uploaded information and schematics into my brain, but since I am human, my memory files seem to fade. To account for my fading memories, the house uploads my activities now on a regular basis along with how to conduct my programmed tasks. Perhaps I should consider getting a solid state cybernetic brain like one of my androids. The thought begins to arouse me. Hmmm, what would that be like?

It is as I am thinking about the benefits of a cybernetic brain while my body polishes the sitting room fireplace that I hear the door chimes. I check the day’s schedule, and the pool guys are not supposed to arrive until 10:30 A.M. to inspect the HVAC, so they are either early or this is an unscheduled visit. I continue cleaning as the house system shows me that our third maid, Camilla, was closest to the door and has gone to answer it. A few minutes later I can faintly hear a conversation getting louder. Mistress Sierra is bringing the guest to the sitting area. I continue to clean, wondering who has arrived.

“Well Kimberly, I am certainly glad you have stopped by,” Mistress Sierra says, sounding unusually cheerful.

I’m facing away as they approach the room, but I stand and turn when they enter as per the house system’s protocols. The visitor is a tall athletic white woman in a black and gold pantsuit, and black heals. Her dark brown hair is dressed atop her head in an intricate braided pattern, and an expensive, over-sized handbag is slung over her shoulder. Neither woman has looked towards me or acknowledged my presence so I remain stationary.

“I really enjoyed our conversation at the company social,” Kimberly say, “and I wanted to see just how well your androids manage your home.”

Motioning towards me, Mistress Sierra says, “Well, as you can see, Espa here is certainly keeping my sitting room tidy.”

Kimberly turns towards me, and her bright blue eyes go wide as she stares at my face. She knows me...and I know her though she is much taller than I remembered—taller than her 4 heels would account for—so she must have had some surgery or augmentation done in the last eight months. This beast of a woman is Kimberly Zoë from Mr. Day’s office; she made a pass at him last year at their holiday party and with me only 20 away. I had made a point to remember that face and those too blue eyes, with the intent of somehow getting even.

Recomposing herself, Kim tears her eyes off me to look at Mistress Sierra. “Oh! ...Well indeed she is!”

Mistress Sierra, who is wearing white tights, a sleeveless white shirt and a black belt, tells me to continue, and the two women take seats, carrying on their conversation. As I clean, I listen and try to determine if Kimberly really recognized me. After some small talk, and some treats Camilla had brought up from the kitchen, Kimberly steers the conversation back to Mistress Sierra’s maids.

“So would it be okay if I command your maids for a little bit? I only have one at home and would love to see how well yours react to complex commands.”

“Certainly” Mistress Sierra replies. “It is quite fun sending them about on various tasks. House, identify Kimberly Zoë as a system command user.”

“Oh thank you, there is something here that has truly piqued my curiosity, and I want to look into it further.”

I want to run from the room; I want to rip off my control collar and kick this woman out of my house. Instead, as errors stream into my head at the mental outburst, I bend at the hips directly in front of Kimberly and polish the coffee table. In mid-motion I hear Kimberly speak.

“House freeze all maid activities.” I stop and hold my position as the command enters my brain and my muscles hold fast. Unable to move I remain bent with my butt out, and I can feel Kimberly’s eyes on my back side. Her hand soon follows her eyes and I feel her finger tips gently sliding up my inner thigh, stopping just below my lower lips. The tender touch is like tingling warm liquid. Another two inches and she would touch my labia. She then slowly curls back her middle finger and the tip of her fingernail brushes against the hood of my clitoris. I feel my womanhood engorge in an instant. Her finger continues moving back just a little and stops a half inch between my labia. A deep part of me wishes for her to thrust her perfectly manicured finger in, but my higher conscious pushes back and I get yet another error message as I strain to lash out.

“These thighs don’t feel very realistic. How old is she? I mean, there are no bumps or blemishes. And a control collar?”

With mirth in her voice, Mistress Sierra replies, “I guess she is around 7 years old. Even though she is the oldest and seems to malfunction on a regular basis, there is something about her that I just can’t put into words. Any time I feel...lonely, she is my ’droid of choice.”

“Well you two do look a bit similar. Perhaps you feel a kinship” Kimberly, thankfully, removes her hot hand from between legs and turns her attention back to Sierra. “Now don’t get me wrong, your body is way sexier than this outdated appliance. Would you perhaps consider selling her?”

“Espa here is actually my favorite maid. I wouldn’t dream of selling her.”

Oh thank goodness, I think. That is something I should have thought about and programmed some sort of fail safe into her. Then I realize Mistress Sierra’s tone. It almost sounded, lustful, and I think back on my ‘dreams’. I can tell she is looking at me even though I can only see the table I was polishing.

“Oh I get it! She is your personal maid, so to speak.” Kimberly says suggestively, leaving no doubt as to her meaning.

“Well...Yes. When Sean is away, I sometimes use her as my personal maid. Sean doesn’t even know I use her for pleasure. Nor does he know that I purchased more than a few upgrades and features to make her more fun for me in bed.”

Wait, what?! I have never had sex with any of my maids, I may dream about it on occasion, or fantasize about it when feeling particularly aroused, but the wife program Mistress Sierra is running has certainly taken some imaginative license. And what is all this upgrade nonsense. Mr. Day and I had discussed me getting some cybernetic enhancements, but we decided to wait until just before we take our winter vacation. Kind of as a holiday gift for us both.

“Oh really, you will have to tell me all about them some time. Once we know each other a bit better. I just love your hair by the way.”

Self-consciously, Mistress Sierra strokes her hair. “Oh thanks, I was thinking about having it done before Sean gets home on Friday.”

“Have you ever styled it to keep it out of your face like mine?” Kim says, motioning to the crown like braid circling the top of her head.

Sierra unsuspectingly replies, “I never have, yours looks lovely but difficult.”

“Here let me show you how easy it is. You have such a lovely neck; you should be showing it.”

Kimberly grabs my hips and turns me a little as she gets up and walks around the couch to stand behind Mistress Sierra. I suspect what is about to happen, and out of the corner of my eye I can just see Kimberly reaching to the back of Mistress Sierra’s neck to unplug the...

My systems shut down and I deactivate. Everything goes black so I suspect my eyes must have closed. My mind is still active, but my senses are muted and my body remains unresponsive. Neither Sean nor I have removed the USB-K, so the house must not have known to switch me back to myself and relinquish its control over me, though its hold on my mind seems to have loosened.

“Espa, stand at attention,” Kim commands, dropping her conversational tone.

My eyes open, and sound returns as my hips move forward, my shoulders pull back, and I stand thrusting out my latex clad chest. I can see the real Espa is also standing at attention in front of the couch. Apparently we are both Espa to the house at the moment.

Kimberly ignores Espa and walks around me with a devious look on her face. “State designation.”

Staring forward I reply at the same instant Espa does, “This unit is designated Espa, maid to Mistress Sierra Day, the owner.”

Kimberly glances back at Espa, before bringing her full attention back to me and pinches my nipple through the corset’s thin, molded latex cups. “Oh, but you are Sierra. We have met on numerous occasions, and I know you.” She slowly raises her hand and smells her middle finger before licking it with the tip of her tongue. “I even know what you are.”

Unable to react I can only hope that the house system resets me soon. In the meantime, Kimberly walks behind me, and I can hear her open and search through her purse. I know I am in trouble now, and it comes as no surprise when I feel her connect a cable to my control collar. I can suddenly see my mind in three partitions. The first is me, “Sierra Day” and the second is, “Maid Complete Program”.

Then there is the third labeled, “Upgrade Project”. I am shocked to see this third partition. Why was I unaware of it? I try to look inside the partition, to learn something about it, but soon feel my mind being pulled and filtered, and I get the impression it is being copied. It is difficult to think as my memories are flashing in and out of my stream of consciousness. It feels like hours before the process stops, and I am able to focus on the partitions again. Almost immediately Kimberly begins talking.

“Okay Sierra, I have you now. Right here in this little device. Do you even remember me?” Kimberly is standing directly in front of me, and I can see a portable SSD, which she slips back into her purse. I can also plainly see her nipples pressing against her blouse. “I now have your access codes. I can control you. Ha! In just a moment I am going to clear your memory for today, but first, I want you to know...” She steps in close pressing her smaller but very firm breasts against my own, before putting her lips next to my ear. “I intend to fuck your husband. I am going to review your memory files and make my move in a way he cannot resist. Then maybe you will remember who I am.”

She leans back and looks at my blank face and empty eyes, seeming to hope for some reaction. Indeed, if I could react I would slap this witch across the face, grab her hair, and sling her through the nearest window and into my rose bushes. Instead, my violent thoughts just keep returning error notifications from the house, as I strain against my unmoving body.

“Okay, since that didn’t get a reaction, let’s try this other program for a little bit shall we?” She begins to unbutton her shirt with one hand as she presses a button on the device which is still connected to my collar and again my world goes to black.

Ouch, my butt hurts. I open my eyes and discover that I’m bent over the couch with my skirt peeled up to the bottom of my corset, with Camilla standing over me, hand poised to spank my exposed bottom. Not only that, but the door chimes are ringing. What time is it?...And why am I here? Where is Espa? Did she do this to me?

“Camilla, go get the door.”

“Yes, Mrs. Day”

She turns and silkily walks out of the room. Straining to think about how I got here, I pull my skirt back to the proper position and decide to review the camera logs later. I then head to my room to change into proper clothes.

I pick a soft green sundress, and am just about to change when Camilla arrives at the master bedroom door.

“Mrs. Day, the people are here to look at the heating system and have asked for your direction.”

I recall a few months back, one of the personnel from Chlorine & More—who among the ‘more’ in the name handle HVAC system—had misused me, thinking I was an android. I had not brought the incident up to Sean, as I wanted to take care of the fellow in my own way. Now is a perfect time to handle it, since I’m dressed as one of the androids and in full control of my body. Thinking of that, I again wonder where Espa is?

“Go tell them that they will be given their directions shortly, and then ask them to wait. Then go ensure that Espa is in her pod.”

“Yes Mrs. Day”

I check my makeup and gracefully began walking toward the front area. On the way, I realize I am walking smoothly in my heels without the aid of the house system to control my movements. Perhaps my balance has improved as a side effect of moving long enough like one of the maids, some sort of muscle memory. What a pleasant benefit. Placing my best cheerful android expression on, I enter the foyer. Finding only two pools guys this time, I am pleased to see, one of them is the culprit from the previous visit. The second is a striking woman of medium height, with wavy chestnut hair pulled into a loose pony tail. I find the slight bounce of her chest mesmerizing, but quickly tear my gaze away. That’s not something you see around here much.

“Welcome, I have been directed to provide you access to the utility room, and assist you after the completion of your duties.”

I turn and begin the long walk to the utility room. Along the way I catch reflections of the pair following me and of the man watching my booty every step of the way. Thinking back on his first visit revolts me, however a plan begins to form in my mind.

I turn expertly without the slightest hint of wobble, and again marvel at how my balance has improved. “Sir, Ma’am, please perform all duties described by your contract. Since your last visit, an intercom system has been added, so when you have completed your duties, speak loudly and the house system will summon one of the maids to assist you.”

Walking with my hips swaying side to side I manage to catch a glimpse of the pool man and sure enough, he has taken the bait. I know it won’t be long before he comes looking for me.

I walk over to the maid’s room to check on the androids, just to be sure they are there, and that Camilla found Espa alright. I peak in and Espa is standing deactivated in my pod. I am about to move her to her own when Camilla begins to leave.

“Does the crew need something?” I ask.

“Yes, Mrs. Day. This unit will head over there now to assist them.”

“Thanks, but I’ll take care of it.”

Well that didn’t take long, I think as I briskly walk towards the utility room. When I get there, I can see the pool guy is swiping on a small tablet as he waits.

“Is there something I can assist you with sir?”

“Yes, I need to use the restroom. Can you take me to it, and help me?”

“Right this way,” I reply in my best robotic monotone to hide my anticipation. This is exactly as I had expected and as I turn to show him the way, I begin my planned speech.

“It has come to the attention of the house system, that your previous visits were not wholly of a professional nature. Should something similar occur in the future, legal action will be taken to enforce the property rights of my hus – owner. Furthermore if you –”

Thwuummm...thwuuummm...thwuuumm...I slow to a stop, my planned speech abandoned mid-word, as I feel a pulsating vibration in my vagina.

I spin around to look at the pool guy holding his tablet close to his chest with a big grin on his face. I drop my placid maidbot expression and abandon my planned speech. “Listen up you perverted jerk! If you so much as look sideways at me or any of my maids again, I will have you fired, and your company sued! Are you seriously trying to hack me? Have you tried that on any of my maids? You have got to be one of the dumbest pool guys in history, and that is saying something.”

His smile vanishes as if it never was. I grab for the tablet in his hands, his bewilderment making it easy to pull free. “You will finish with the heat pump, and be out in half an hour! As for this, I’m keeping it!”

He turns and practically runs back, leaving me standing alone, holding the tablet as the rhythmic vibration continues. The vibration feels quite good, but also odd. There is nothing inside of me. Well, nothing I could feel until the vibrations started. I look at the tablet and see a menu bar at the top of the application running; it reads “C.R.C.M” below it is the outline of the lower half of a feminine body. It is an outline of my body, as near as I can tell. There are multiple yellow arrows pointing to my feet, calves, knees, thighs, and one green arrow pointing to my pelvis. I tap the green arrow and it changes to yellow.

The pulsing stops.

I take a deep breath and call out, “Angela, show our guests out when they are done, and send Espa up to my room.” I have some video to review and some questions needing answers.

It took about an hour to go over this morning’s video, from when Kim came in to when my vagina vibrated. What an interesting day. I was shocked when I saw Kimberly at our front door, and I was livid when I watched her take command of me and molest me, even if it was arousing. Most concerning were the several minutes she spent doing something while connected to my collar as well as to Espa. After some time, it got freaky. I know I should be revolted that another woman would use me like that, but...I’m not. I continue to stare at the screen, my heart racing as I find myself wishing I could remember it all.

Disgusted at myself—a married woman with a husband—I fast forwarded to her departure with me bent over the couch and Camilla spanking my bottom every 20 seconds. There are multiple items that have me concerned, but at the top of my list are how do I get back at Kimberly, and how did my vagina vibrate. I decide it is time to call a professional.

Using the house I request that the same tech crew that worked on me the first time around be invited back, but that only the female tech is needed. For an extra fee they schedule her for later in the day. I take a long shower and get dressed in white lace panties and a matching bra—two items I never would have thought I could miss so much—then don the green sundress I had set out earlier. It seems like forever since I last ate real food, so I also have the maids make me something to eat. I have left Espa laying flat on the bed deactivated this whole time. The USB-K drive with her wife personality is missing and I suspect there is something wrong with her. Not wanting to risk being turned back into a maidbot before I get things figured out, I leave my control collar atop my nightstand. With nothing left to do but wait, I relax on the sitting room couch with the tablet the serviceman had. I consider sipping some wine, but I need my head clear, so request some lemonade.

“The technician, Mrs. Day,” Angela announces around 4:45 P.M. Beside her is the tall brunette who had visited a few months earlier, wearing the same reflective black cut polo and khakis as before. And like before, the fitted cut does an excellent job of showing off her toned legs and perky breasts.

I set down my glass. “Please have a seat Miss...?”

“Valeria Pond, but you can call me Val, thank you.”

Taking a spot on the couch right next to me, she sets down a backpack and glances at my neck then slowly down my body. I realize she thinks I am an android maid dressed up as the owner, so I decide to cut to it.

“Well Val, let me start by saying, I am not what you may think I am. I am Sierra Day, and this is my home. I am not an android maid, as you may have believed from your previous visit. Your short coworker did not do his due diligence.” I can see almost immediately that she is humoring me and thinking of how to turn me off so she can fix me and finish up her day. “Ms. Pond, you appear distracted; is there any way I can simply demonstrate I am what I claim to be so that we can proceed?”

“Well, that would save us both some time.” She says with a fake smile. “Would you mind if I checked your neck and belly button for a diagnostic port? Let us agree that an android maid would have connection points, and the owner would not. Does that sound reasonable?”

“Certainly,” I agree and turn so that she can see there is no cleverly hidden USB-K plug hidden on the back of my neck. I hear a zipper, and glance over to see Val pulling a tablet and cable from her bag. I wait for her to finish before again bringing her attention to my neck. “As you can see there is no connection point.”

Smiling she nods and looks at my stomach. “And now your belly button please.”

“Oh yes, well, just a moment.” I stand up and as I lift up my skirt to expose my navel I think of how grateful I am to have the control over my body needed to wear panties. I then look down into her pack as she starts to take a close look at my belly button. In doing so I notice that she certainly come prepared, as there is a wide array a wires, gadgets, tools, and probes in it. Then I shudder as if a slight electrical jolt has gone through me. My eyes go wide as I see Valeria has plugged a cable from her diagnostic tool into my belly button. “What are you d–” I start to say when she hits a button, robbing me of the ability to move or speak. I can feel electrical currents making my toes, and fingers tingle. The tingling spreads up my legs and arms before it gathers around my genitals and breasts.

“In answer to what I assume you were asking, I have connected to your diagnostic port. You’ve certainly had more than a few upgrades since my last visit, so I will scan you and see which components are new. Perhaps that will tell me what hardware is giving your wife personality programming issues. In a little bit, you will be back to being the happy android wife and maid your husband ex...pects...Oh hold on...Okay. I spoke a bit too soon there. It appears that you are in fact...26% human.”

She looks up from the tablet, an apology already forming on her face. “I am so sorry for my earlier statement. I’m a cyborg too, and know I would hate to be confused for an android. Here, let me reactivate your movements, but please don’t unplug the cord. I am still in the middle of the diagnostic test.”

With that, she hits a button, and I am once again free to move as I please. I’m too shocked to move much though, and my hands are still holding up my skirt, so I just sit down. 26% human? That means I am 74% cybernetic. I am more android than I am human. What has Espa been up too? I slowly turn my head to look into Val’s emerald green eyes. With her head titled slightly to the side, she returns my gaze with a look of concern.

I take a deep breath and ask, “When did this happen?”

Glancing down at her device she replies, “When did what happen?”

“When did these...I guess...upgrades take place?” After saying it, I realized I did think of them as upgrades.

“It looks like they have taken place incrementally over the last few months. Your skin replacement and access port were done a little less than four months ago.”

I hold a hand up for her to pause—it was four months ago that I started living as the maid full time when Sean was away. Has Espa been augmenting me since then?

“Okay so skin and port. What other parts of me are synthetic?”

“Well it would be easier to just say that all of your head, digestive, and respiratory systems, are organic. Just about all the rest is synthetic. Are you just now finding out?”

This is quite a shock, and I don’t immediately reply as I consider how I feel about what I’m hearing. I have truly become robotic, I really am a machine like the maids. The knowledge sinks in, and I realize that I am fine with it.

“Yes, I am only now finding out that I have been upgraded. How long is the diagnostic going to take?”

“Only another 5 minutes or so.”

“Well, I am going to need more of your time than that, because I have a long story to tell you, and I am definitely going to need your help when I get to the end.”


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