Maid for You

Getting up and plopping back onto the couch, she picked up the dress to examine it and assess any possible damage from her earlier frenzied masturbation session. While the bottom of the dress was covered with her sticky juices, she was able to wipe it off with her hand fairly easily. It was like the fabric was waterproof, as if it repelled any substances from sticking to it. Rubbing her sticky fingers together, she looked at it thoughtfully before murmuring to it fondly. "Good thing too, if I cum like that every time I play with you."

She wasn't sure how long she'd been passed out from post-orgasmic bliss, but judging by the nighttime sky, it was definitely past her usual dinner time and her rumbling tummy agreed. She was eager to try the full outfit on and didn't want to wait another minute, but it wasn't going anywhere and she still had the whole night to herself.

Opting to make herself the quickest "meal" imaginable, she hurriedly washed her tacky hands in the kitchen sink and stuck two slices of bread in the toaster before wiping the dress clean with a wet paper towel. It didn't take long for her to scarf down her buttered toast and that was all she allowed herself before she was once again admiring her naked reflection in the living room mirror.

Time to finally try it on...Unbuttoning the dress, on closer inspection she saw that the buttons were actually clasps that snapped together. They had an intricate interlocking pattern that Kayla had never seen on an article of clothing before. Just another small detail that made the dress such a luxurious buy, they'd thought of everything and now she wouldn't have to worry about a button coming undone at the most inopportune time. With her luck, it was bound to happen otherwise.

Sliding her arms into the long sleeves, she began clipping the clasps together as she buttoned herself up. Each button required some care as the two steel pieces had to be pressed together and turned, sealing closed with an audible click. Her heart was beginning its familiar beat of excitement, slow at first, but picking up with each button as the dress began to be melded against the curves of her body. Her hands continued fastidiously fastening each clasp and she could feel the outfit tightening like a second skin over her sensitive body.

At first, she had wondered if it'd be necessary to wear a bra underneath the dress, but once every clasp had been fully sealed it was obvious that the dress had built in support that naturally lifted her large breasts. The dress had a bit of a cinched waist which only served to accentuate her already dynamite hourglass figure.

Even wearing only one piece of the full outfit, she couldn't help but stop to admire herself briefly. The tops of her shoulders looked pale and milky in comparison to the dark fabric. Her cleavage looked greatly exaggerated, as if she were wearing a push-up bra, her breasts were pushed up so high that it was almost comical. The flared sleeves had an open slit from the elbows that could be laced closed or left decoratively open. The dress was tight, but not uncomfortable, and left nothing to the imagination as it hugged her body. She could even see her perky nipples standing erect under the fabric like two pebbles against her bosom. While the bottom of the dress managed to just cover her, a gentle breeze would've easily exposed her wet pussy.

She chewed her bottom lip as she ran her hands over herself and the luscious fabric. She resisted the urge to masturbate again and instead turned to the remaining accessories. Rolling the stockings onto her dainty feet, she pulled the patterned tights up one leg at a time, savoring the smooth sensation of them as they stretched across her skin. It wasn't until she'd pulled them up to her waist that she realized they were crotchless. What a nice surprise, that'd certainly be convenient.

Next was the choker. As she adjusted the leather choker in place, she ran her fingers over the cute frills decorating it. Tying the ribbons on the front of the dress to the ring dangling from the choker, she tried her best to tie it as a decorative bow. It managed to somehow lift her breasts even further, but at least they looked somewhat contained now.

Satisfied, she pulled the apron's straps in place over her shoulders before turning to look at the mirror over her shoulder as she attempted to tie the waistband into a wide ribbon resting against the small of her back. The ends of the bow rested against her rounded ass, somehow further accentuating the curve of her derriere.

Finally, the shoes. Part of her almost didn't want to bother with the shoes, but she needed to see the complete outfit. She'd already come so far after all, might as well go all out. And so the shoes went on and she carefully laced it up her ankles like a ballerina's slippers. The heels were practical, only two inches tall with a wide heel rather than a thin stem. Definitely perfectly work appropriate shoes despite their elaborately decorative nature.

Looking at herself in the mirror, her reflection smiled broadly back at her. The outfit was perfect. She just needed a feather duster and maybe a frilly headband and she'd look just like the models showcased on Eternal Fantasy's website. She struck the same pose as their logo and giggled to herself. Briefly, she tried leaning forwards a bit more so that her breasts looked even more enhanced like the logo's, practically about to spill out of the uniform. Even through the apron, she noticed that she could still see her rock hard nipples jutting out under the fabric.

God, she was horny.

She could feel her heartbeat thrumming as her pulse throbbed through her body, feel it in her engorged nipples and wet cunt and she knew she needed to fuck herself silly again ASAP. She wanted to get her vibrator, but her hands were already roaming along her body again. For some reason, touching herself through the uniform just felt so much better than skin on skin contact. There was something about how incredibly luscious the silky smooth fabric was that she couldn't get enough of it.

She stopped herself before her hands dipped down into her nectar again and instead hurried to her bedroom to grab the vibrator. She could've just fucked herself right there in bed, but she wanted to see herself cum in the dress again. The thought almost made her blush. When had she become such a slut? Such a...narcissist?

Pushing those thoughts away, she hurried back to the living room, her heels thankfully muffled by the carpeted floors. Leaning back into her couch, she spread her legs and found herself blushing at the glistening vagina peering back at her from the mirror. Her eyelids lowered lustily as her fingers slid down to slip against her slick labia, coating her fingers with her own juices. She watched her reflection through half-lidded eyes as she dipped her fingers into herself with a soft moan. Somewhat entranced by the show she was giving herself, she began slowly fingering herself, rubbing her clit with her thumb while sucking on her vibrator - tentatively at first, then with gusto as her eyes fluttered closed while she imagined it to be Scott's throbbing cock violating her mouth and pushing against the back of her throat.

She panted as she turned the vibrator on before inserting it fully into herself with a mewled groan. It slipped into her eager snatch easily and she thrust it in and out with a gasp, her hips squirming against it as she played with her tits. Her eyes were closed, lost in pleasure as her mind ran away fantasizing about Scott. She wanted to feel his hands on her, roaming her body, squeezing her breasts tight around his thick cock as he fucked her tits, feel his fingers digging into her hips as he fucked her.

She came with a scream that her neighbors certainly wouldn't appreciate, clenching down hard on the vibrator as she held it firmly in place before turning it off with trembling fingers. Panting breathlessly, her hands fell limply to her sides and she felt the vibrator slowly slip out of her and fall to the floor with a thump. She was so wet that it felt like she was sitting in a puddle of her own cum, but she was too tired to care.

As her breathing leveled out, she curled up on the couch and drifted happily off to sleep, completely unaware that her new uniform was subtly twitching and rustling quietly on her body...

- - - - -

Kayla woke up to the sun glaring brightly in her eyes. Blinking sleepily, it took a moment of her squinting to realize that she was on the couch in her living room rather than being snuggled up in bed. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she yawned hugely and stretched only to realize that she was still wearing the maid's uniform.

She ran her hands over the smooth material with a happy smile, reminiscing about the pleasure she'd gotten from its liquid slickness last night. Just thinking about it was making her horny again, her thighs squeezed together in remembrance. Kayla's always had a vivid imagination, but even she was surprised at how wet and horny this maid's outfit and accompany fantasies were making her.

Her throat was parched; it was probably time to get ready for work and have a quick breakfast anyway. Swinging her long legs off the couch with another yawn, her feet automatically took her to the kitchen. Filling a glass with water, she checked the time on the microwave clock. Nearly 8 am, she'd better get moving if she wanted to get to work on time.

It only took a few minutes for her to gulp down the glass of water while she prepared a repeat of last night's "dinner." Hurriedly, she scarfed the buttered toast down with an additional glass of orange juice before scurrying off to her bedroom to get changed.

She couldn't help but stop for a second to admire her reflection in her bedroom mirror. Maybe it was because she was seeing the outfit in the light of day now, but somehow, it seemed to fit even better than before. While it'd been a perfect fit, today it looked like a second skin. Her tits looked absolutely mouth watering, gripped and supported by two layers of glossy black and white fabric, her soft cleavage was temptingly grabbable.

Doing a little spin, she twirled in front of the mirror to make her short dress flare out. Smoothing it back down in place, she looked wistfully at her reflection. The insatiable part of her wanted to masturbate yet again. Something about the uniform just made her so incredibly needy. But there was no time. "Sorry," she said to the uniform as she reached back to untie the waistband's ribbon, "gotta get changed for work."

As she tugged lightly at the dangling ends of the ribbon that framed her ass, she was surprised to find that it wouldn't budge. Odd. Had she knotted it more tightly than she'd realized? Tugging on it harder, she tried pulling the ribbon apart from different directions. The knot refused to come apart. "Damn," she muttered to herself as she began tugging more insistently, "I wish I could tie my shoes this well." It'd save her from another humiliating fall of tripping over her own shoelaces.

Kayla struggled futilely for a while longer before backing her ass up against the mirror and glancing over her shoulder for a better look. Her fine brows furrowed into a frown at what she saw. The knot appeared to have somehow...fused together? It was barely noticeable from a distance, but up close, there was no denying the fact that the ribbons seemed to have melted into one another to form a permanent knot. The straps' inner linings were bonded together, the crevices filled with liquid whiteness. Yet glancing at the exterior, the ribbon still looked flawless and glistening.

"What the heck happened here?" After a few more unsuccessful attempts, she sat back to ponder her options. Her mind was racing. Why had this happened? Was this supposed to happen? Should she just cut the ribbon? But it'd been such an expensive purchase. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin the uniform, there must be another way.

Giving it one last, vicious tug, she was suddenly overcome by a wave of weariness. Eyelids drooping, she shook her head in an attempt to clear the fog of sleepiness weighing down on her but it only seemed to make her more aware of how heavy her head suddenly felt. She needed to lie down.

"What's...happening...?" Holding onto the wall, she leaned heavily against it as she tried to make her way across the room to her bed. A tiny part of her was still hanging on, struggling to stay awake and aware of the situation. That part of her realized that her words were practically a slurred mumble.

She collapsed onto the ground, sliding down against the wall, as sleep overcame her. As her breaths steadied to that of deep sleep, her uniform once again began to ever so subtly twitch and rustle as it continued bonding with its new host...

While Kayla slept, her dreams slowly took shape and traveled down a very particular path. Kayla had sexy dreams quite often, but today's were quite different from the usual steamy shenanigans. Today's dreams were all about centered on obedience and control - strict and severe bondage that Kayla had never even imagined.

- - - - -

The next time Kayla's eyes fluttered open, it took a moment before her mind understood what she was seeing. As she struggled awake, there was a strong nagging sensation at the back of her mind, like an alarm that had gone off only to be snoozed - something was not quite right.

First, she realized that she wasn't in her bedroom like she last remembered.

A slow panicky sensation was stirring in her, rising as she became more aware. Bringing her hands up to rub at her tired eyes, she flinched back in surprise. Her hands were wet! Not just damp, but dripping wet and sudsy.

Blinking as she looked at her hands, she noticed a few things all at once. She was standing in her kitchen; her previously unpolished nails were now beautifully manicured with a bright crimson red; the tight sleeves of the maid's uniform glistened on her arms - she was still wearing the full outfit; for some reason she was standing at her kitchen sink, now full of soapy water while a pile of dirty dishes sat neatly stacked beside the sink on her chopping board.

"What...the fuck," she whispered uncertainly to herself. The wave of panic she'd begun to feel earlier was quickly rising. Had she been sleep walking? She'd never slept walked before though. But...sleep-washing the dishes? Who does that? Do people do that? Was this even possible or was she still dreaming? "What is happening?!"

Gripping the edge of the countertop to steady herself, her manicured hands were starting to freak her out. When had she done her nails? She always struggled to do her nails perfectly and these looked professionally done. Rinsing her soapy hands clean, she dried them haphazardly on her apron before looking closely at her nails. Maybe they were just fake stick on pieces?

No, they were definitely her own nails.

Stepping nervously away from the sink, no sooner had her heel clad foot left the ground when a deafening siren sounded in three brief shrieks. Startled, Kayla reacted with a frightened scream before immediately dropping into a crouch. Jerking away instinctively from the sound, her hands went up to her ears in a useless attempt to block out the horrible noise. "WHAT. IS. HAPPENING?!" She shouted to no one, her voice lost in the loudness of the blaring drones.

It stopped just as suddenly as it had begun. Three brief, but deafeningly loud, shrieks like a blaring siren. Kayla's ears rang in the ensuing silence. Just as she brought her hands away from her ringing ears, tentatively looking around for the source of the alarm, a female, mechanical voice began speaking.

"SLAVE 37-401B WILL COMPLETE ITS TASKS. ANY FURTHER ATTEMPTS TO NEGLECT ITS DUTIES WILL RESULT IN PHYSICAL PUNISHMENT."

"What the...where...?" Scrambling up, she looked around frantically, confusedly searching for the source of the voice. As she stepped further away from the sink, wanting to search the rest of her apartment, the evil Alexa robo voice chimed in again.

"WILLFUL RESPONSE DETECTED. SLAVE 37-401B REFUSES TO COMPLETE ITS TASK. ENGAGE PUNISHMENT MODE."

"Punishment mode? Wha-" Before Kayla could fully comprehend what was happening, both her arms were suddenly jerked back by her elbows, locking her arms in place by her sides. The long sleeves began wrapping around her torso until she found herself restrained as if she were wearing a straitjacket. "Oh god," she whimpered fearfully as her outfit came to life. The decorative laces wrapping around her ankles and calves began snaking towards each other before merging, locking her legs in place.

She found herself forced to her knees, the outfit manipulating her in such a way that she couldn't even struggle to fight back. Once on her knees, she was made to lean forwards so that her face was planted against the cool tiles of her kitchen floor while her ass was arched up in the air. She could feel the cool air against her naked crotch.

"SLAVE 37-401B IS NOW IN PUNISHMENT MODE. READY TO BE DISCIPLINED."

"Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod," Kayla began struggling anew, frantically trying to wriggle free of the sleeves, to break the binds around her ankles, to get up, anything. But all were futile attempts as her mechanical captor mercilessly kept her in place. Her stream of frantic prayers quickly changed to a panicky mantra of "This isn't happening. This can't be happening. This isn't real. I must be dreaming. I need to wake up. I need to wake up. Wake up, wake up!"

"SLAVE 37-401B MAY NOW CHOOSE ITS PUNISHMENT. HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE DISCIPLINED? PAIN OR OTHER?"

Each time evil Alexa announced the words "punishment" and "discipline" Kayla's heart skipped a beat in anxious trepidation. But now, with the additional choices of pain or other also thrown into the mix, Kayla felt like she was stuck in a living nightmare.

"OTHER!" she shouted desperately. Who knew what kind of pain this outfit could inflict? Kayla didn't want to find out, but she also dreaded whatever "other" insinuated. It was certainly a gamble, but there was no time for regrets.

The itching started without warning.

She felt the itch in both her vagina and anus. Just barely noticeable at first, but it quickly became deep and intense. It was like she had a yeast infection but a hundred times worse. This wasn't an itch that could simply be ignored. She desperately needed to scratch it, satisfy it. Fill it, plug it, anything, anything to somehow satisfy the urge.

As the itching intensified, she could feel herself getting wet as she reflexively clenched her pelvic muscles, trying her best to somehow relieve herself of the itch. "How...is this...happening," she panted. Completely immobilized, she wanted so badly to plunge her fingers into her dripping cunt and tight ass. Finger herself good, hard and deep until the friction satisfied the itch. No, her fingers wouldn't be enough. She needed something, anything, inside of her and she needed it NOW.

But her uniform kept her firmly in place and she was practically sobbing with need. This was a new kind of torture that she'd never anticipated. It was like edging almost, but so much worse. She felt like she was slowly being driven crazy with need, her whole body trembling with effort as her muscles clenched and unclenched, clenched and unclenched trying to satisfy the uncontrollable desire of the itching.

How much longer would this last? She couldn't think, her entire focus was honed in on trying to escape this inescapable punishment. It had only been a minute, but to Kayla it felt like an eternity of agony as she suffered motionlessly. Only her ragged breaths and sobbed gibberish could be heard now that evil Alexa had fallen silent.

Unbeknownst to Kayla, the slavery programs running through her second skin were brutally efficient at maintaining her arousal levels. Her body had been flooded with microscopic nanomachines during the uniform's bonding process. These machines were now activating and increasing Kayla's sensitivity. She'd never felt anything like the stimulation she was currently enduring. It felt like she was being caressed all over, all along her body but also from the inside. Yet the pleasure was never quite enough because of the constant, maddening itch counterbalancing it.