Author's note:  The following story has previously been posted under the title "Maid" by JLS and is still freely available on the web.  I enjoyed reading the original story and decided that it should be rewritten with a TG twist.  I acknowledge and thank the original author and hereby declare that this new version should not be shared with anyone under the legal age of majority and/or distributed for profit or other personal gain.  I welcome and implore all feedback and suggestions.  If I get enough positive response, I might consider writing a sequel.

Jason and Connie were an ordinary married couple until a mysterious package arrived at their doorstep.  The couple quickly grow accustomed to the leisure of having a live-in maid at their disposal, one that will serve their every whim with mindless obedience.  If only Jason could remember why he ever had doubts...

 

Maid To Order

(An Old Story With A New Twist!)

by Serving Sally

 

Jason Daniels raised an eyebrow at the metallic crate sitting on his front porch. He discovered it there when he arrived home from work. It was about five feet in height and a yard across on either side. The label affixed to its side was addressed to Connie Daniels, his wife.

The crate had no other discernible markings on it, save for a button next to the address label. An LCD display read "Mr. Jason Daniels, please press here." When he had pressed the button a computerized voice said "Thank you. Matrix input accepted. This unit has been designated and assigned to Mr. and Mrs. Jason Daniels. This unit will also require Mrs. Daniels' authorization for access and start-up. Code Two-Seven-A."

A dull pulsating hum followed the rather cryptic message. The frequency of the hum dropped until it passed out of Jason's hearing. The LCD now read "Mrs. Connie Daniels, please press here." He gave an exasperated sigh and went to get a cart to wheel the crate inside.

***

 

"Honey, I'm home!" Connie called out as she stepped inside the front door. She looked at the table by the door to see if any important mail had arrived. She picked up her copy of Vogue and began to thumb though it. She was skimming an article about the latest spring fashions when she bumped into the crate sitting at the foot of the living room. She looked at the strange object puzzlingly as her husband walked into the room.

"Do you know what it is?" Jason asked.

Connie looked up from the crate to see her husband looking at her expectantly.

"It tells me that you have to open it," Jason continued.

"It tells you?" she asked.

Jason explained how he discovered the crate and what had happened when he pressed the button. "It told me something-or-other input had been accepted and then it told me that only you could open it.."

"Hmmm," Connie said. "No markings other than our name and address."

They both stared at the crate for several seconds. Jason laughed nervously. "So open it already!" he said.

Connie shrugged and pressed her thumb to the button.

There was a sharp knock from inside the crate that made both of them jump. The hum that Jason had heard earlier resurfaced. This time the hum rose in pitch like the sound of an electronic flash on a camera. Then, with a metallic ratcheting noise, the sides of the crate slowly pulled aside horizontally like window blinds.

Inside the crate revealed what looked like a seated human form wrapped in a cloudy plastic bag. Jason took out his pocket knife and slowly approached figure. As he cut away the plastic to see what was inside he gave a sharp cry and dropped the knife.

Inside the torn packaging was a woman, her eyes closed, looking as if she was in a deep comfortable sleep.  Jason's breath became short as he looked at the woman slumbering peacefully in the crate (she was slumbering, wasn't she?)

The woman opened her eyes and stood up. She was wearing a simple black dress with a starched white apron tied around her waist.  Her face was unnaturally smooth and beautiful and her hair was impeccably coiffed with a tiny white pillbox cap perched delicately on top.

The woman turned somewhat stiffly to face them. "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Daniels," the woman said. Her eyes didn't seem quite right and her voice sounded synthesized. "You have been selected as market researchers for Hypertech Industries' newest and most exciting innovation. I am the Hypertech-3022 Household Assistance Unit. I have been designed to provide users with extra time and leisure by performing everyday household tasks and responsibilities. This will allow users the time to enjoy the quality of life that Hypertech customers have come to expect."

The woman looked at Jason with slightly unfocused eyes. "How may I be of service?"

Jason's eyebrows furrowed. "You're a housekeeper?"

The woman's eyes came into focus as she looked at Jason. "Yes, Mr. Daniels.  I am capable of any domestic task."

Jason stared at the mysterious figure with curious wonder. "Say what?"

"I am prepared to perform any tasks that I am given," the woman replied simply.

Jason considered her reply, then took his wife by the arm and pulled her into the kitchen.

"What?" she asked in annoyance.

"Whatever it is, whoever sent it, it goes back," Jason said sharply.

"Why?" Connie asked incredulously.

Jason's eyes narrowed. "Because we don't know anything about it! It just shows up and says it's here to do housework? Why did we get it?"

Connie took a moment to reply. "Because we were chosen by some marketing department to try it? Honey, this could be great! It's a free live-in maid!"

"Most maids don't arrive in boxes!"

The phone rang. Jason answered it tersely. "Hello?"

He sighed. "No, it's fine. No, no, Mike, I'll be there soon. Hey, that's why we get paid the big bucks, right?"

He hung up the phone and took a deep breath. "That was work. They have a problem. I have to go."

Without looking at his wife, Jason picked up his coat and his keys. "I want it gone when I get back!" he said as he walked out the door without a backward glance.

The mysterious woman stared blankly ahead, oblivious to the conversation.

***

 

By the time Jason arrived home again it was well after dark. The extra work had taken all of his attention for the time he had been away. But now, as he pulled into his driveway, he remembered that there had been an intruder into his life today.

He opened the door and was met by the smell of food. He flipped on the light switch but the room remained dark. There was a faint light coming from the dining room.

The dining room was lit by candlelight. The table had been laid out with dinner. There was bread, soup, salad, and a main course. Connie sat at the far end of the table looking very pleased with herself.

Jason picked up the bottle on the table and poured them both glasses of wine. He eyed his wife skeptically. "You did not do this," he said somewhat tersely.

She smiled sheepishly. "Well, no I didn't. But I figured you'd be hungry when you got home, and we had the extra help..."

Jason gave in. "Fine, let's eat." He still didn't sound happy about it.

His eyes widened slightly after his first taste of the soup. "Connie, this is my Mom's recipe, the one that we had never been able to get just right!"

She just grinned at him. "She knew her way around the kitchen better than I did."

Jason smiled reluctantly. "Now that's a surprise."

 

***

 

The food was excellent.  With their work schedules, Jason and Connie had gotten into the habit of take-out. This was the kind of meal that they made when they felt that they had lots of time on their hands, which lately was never. Maybe some extra help wasn't such a bad idea. And the price was certainly right.

At the end of the meal, Jason felt a little light-headed. He could hardly keep his eyes open. He figured it must have been the long day at work and a little too much wine. The last thing he remembered was trudging up the stairs to bed.

That night, the artificial woman sat in her crate with her eyes closed. A low bass hum could be heard. The sound gradually escalated up the audible scale until it was lost to human ears. Her lips parted slightly. There was no one in the darkened room with the woman, but if there had been, and if they had listened very carefully, they might have realized that the woman was singing.

 

***

 

In the bedroom Jason and Connie were asleep. Jason's snoring stopped as he sunk into an even deeper slumber.

Jason's rest gradually became more fitful. His body glistened with a light sweat and he began to let out short, quiet moans. His hands ran across his body of their own accord. One of them pulled gently at one of his nipples and the other moved towards his crotch and began to stroke his hardening penis.  Soon his cock exploded in orgasm. As it did, his breathing became more relaxed and his hands fell limp to his sides.

In the living room the woman's lips closed soundlessly.

 

***

 

The next morning was Saturday. When Connie woke up, she found Jason lying awake. "How did you sleep?" she asked.

Her husband flushed red. "I had dreams."

Connie's brow furrowed. "What kind of dreams?"

He shook his head. "I don't remember."

"Good dreams? Bad dreams?"

Jason's voice quivered slightly. "Hot dreams."

Connie chuckled. "What's so bad about that? What were they about?"

Jason fidgeted a little under the covers. "I don't remember. But it's getting me hard just thinking that I had them."

After that remark, Connie felt herself getting pretty excited too. Before she knew it, the two of them were kissing passionately, desperately.

Connie tossed aside the covers and spread her legs.  "Make a woman out of me," she said with a wink.

Jason lay back down and casually folded his hands across his chest. "OK. Wash the dishes."

With a growl, Connie climbed on top of him. "I don't have to. I have a maid!"

As the couple made love, the maid prepared breakfast. She sang quietly to herself.

Life returned pretty much to normal.

 

***

 

Jason came to accept the presence of extra help. The maid (or simply "Maid" - she was never referred to as anything else) went about cooking and cleaning. She was very good at it, never complained, and even Jason had to admit that it freed up a lot of time.

At night Jason's dreams continued. And with the dreams (that he could never remember) his unnamed desires. Jason had always considered himself to be an averagely sexed man (although better than average in bed, he thought) but since Maid's arrival, a morning hadn't passed when he didn't turn to his wife to make love before going to work. Connie had begun setting the alarm clock earlier to accommodate this new habit. Jason's sexual appetite was becoming insatiable. Within a few weeks of Maid entering their lives, if Connie and Jason were at home and awake, they were likely having sex. Connie certainly wasn't complaining.

Then, Jason began to have gaps in his memories. He never noticed the gaps, only that he sometimes lost track of time. He would be home by himself (he never thought of Maid as truly "someone") and the time would suddenly be later - sometimes much later. Sometimes he would think that Maid had been in the room and then suddenly she would be gone. Or he would remember being in one room and then suddenly be in another. It was more of an impression than a memory. But if he tried to concentrate or put any thought to it, particularly on Maid, something would distract him and he would forget all about it. And he never noticed how hard his cock was.

 

***

 

Connie learned that she was being called out of town on business for the week. The night before she was to depart, she came home to find Jason wearing a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else. She was barely in the door when he began pulling off her jacket and blouse and biting at her neck.

"We have to make up for a whole week," Jason whispered, as he lifted her into the bedroom.

As the clock approached eleven, Connie lay on the bed breathing heavily. Jason was leaving gentle kisses mixed with not-so gentle bites down her neck and on her breasts. "Honey, I can't go anymore," she said, "we've been at this for six hours!"

"But you're leaving tomorrow," Jason whined.

Connie ran her fingers through Jason's coarse brown hair. "You're insatiable," she sighed, as she lay back on the pillow, "how can I satisfy you?" Suddenly, a wicked grin spread across her face. "Maybe we can play a little game!"

Before Jason could say anything, Connie leapt from the bed and ran out of the bedroom. "Don't move, or the game's over," she called over her shoulder.

Jason's jaw went slack when he saw Connie walk back into the room, leading Maid by the hand. Maid had her usual look of detachment to the events going on around her.  Connie had a much naughtier expression.

As Maid looked ahead at nothing in particular, Connie began to unzip the back of Maid's dress. She removed the top portion of the dress and then the bra, revealing Maids impossibly buoyant breasts. Connie stood behind Maid and wrapped her arms around Maid's tiny plastic waist. Connie rested her chin on Maid's shoulder and winked at Jason.

Looking at his wife and the other "woman" had brought Jason to a state of arousal so strong that his teeth began to chatter. His and Connie's bedroom antics had certainly been more and more daring in the last month or so, but this... this was the kind of fantasy one would have if one were already in a fantasy. He began to shake even more when he wondered how far Connie would be willing to go with this. His mind was a whirl with the possibilities.

Alas, Connie stepped away from Maid and ran to Jason's waiting arms. Jason sat on top of Connie, facing Maid, and anxiously pushed his cock deep inside of her. He nearly came at once. He was rock hard and there was no resistance from his wife. He couldn't remember ever being this excited. As he moved himself in and out of Connie's pussy, he tried hard not to look at Maid. But that was why he had positioned herself like this wasn't it - so he could see Maid? So he could see Maid staring straight ahead as always… casually standing, almost naked, without a thought to the couple making furious love right in front of her (its) eyes? Waiting for something to do? Instructions... Commands... Orders...

"Maid," Jason managed to gasp in between thrusts. "Take off the rest of your clothes." Connie turned her head so that she could see. Maid stepped out of her skirt, kicked off her towering heels and proceeded to roll down the stockings on her perfectly smooth legs.  Connie stroked her hardening nipples as they both watched, mesmerized. Jason increased his tempo, feeling Connie's wet pussy as he slid in and out.  Maid removed the last of her stockings, took off her panties and stood before the couple completely naked.

Jason could tell that Connie was about to come. Did she want the machine, too? The perfect unblemished body that would do whatever one asked? Never question. Never doubt. Never complain. In his mind, he heard Connie giving Maid commands. "Maid, clean the kitchen... Maid, I'm tired, give me a back rub... Maid, lick my pussy... Maid, tie up Mr. Daniels and suck his cock until he comes."

"Wha—" he stopped, as he felt his body topple over into orgasm. He felt Connie's body spasm and tense up as he came inside her. His climax washed through him, taking the last of his control with it. As he tumbled in ecstasy he felt his lover beneath him as she shook with her own rapture. He saw the beautiful, naked, obedient machine in front of him. He wondered what kind of pleasure a device like that could bring in the hands of a skilled operator.

As Jason finally succumbed to exhaustion, he dimly noticed that Maid's mouth was open slightly. And if he had listened very carefully, he might have realized that Maid was singing.

 

***

 

When the alarm went off the next morning, Jason was startled by the figure standing at the foot of the bed. It was Maid standing exactly where and how they had left his the night before.

Connie pulled herself out of bed, kissing Jason on the cheek as she went. "Go back to sleep sweetheart, I'll wake you before I go."

He heard Connie telling Maid to get dressed and fix her breakfast. Then he heard the sounds of the shower.

"Maid, dress me… Maid, I want bacon and toast, please… Maid, please treat Mr. Daniels like the slut that he is."

Jason's head snapped up. The clock said 10:00.

Jason walked uncertainly from the bedroom into the kitchen. He sat down at the dining room table and watched silently as Maid cleaned up the remnants of Connie's breakfast. After standing naked in place the entire night, and without comment or complaint, Maid put on her uniform and cooked Connie breakfast simply because Connie had told her to do so.

Of course, Connie was gone already. Obviously. Hours ago. She had a flight to catch. He found a flower from the garden tied to a note. "Couldn't wake you up… sorry. Thank you for last night – I don't know what came over me! It's going to be a long week without you. Love you, Connie."

The events of last night seemed a fantasy. If he hadn't awoke to Maid standing at the foot of the bed he might have dismissed his memory as nothing more than a dream.

Maid standing at the foot of the bed. Maid standing obediently naked at the foot of the bed. Because Jason had told her to.

Jason eased himself into the hot soapy water of the bathtub. He had called the office to say he would not be in today. When his assistant had asked if he was all right, he had simply repeated to her that he would not be in today. Then he had poured himself some beer and drawn himself a bath.

He heard Maid singing in the living room. Maid was always singing, wasn't she? Yet if you had asked Jason about it before now he would not have remembered noticing. The singing was lovely. It was always lovely.

He felt the hot water fold around him. It felt good. He felt the beer settling in his stomach and going to his head. It felt good too. Over the last few weeks, Jason had been more interested than he usually was in feeling good. Very good. Ever since Maid had arrived. Maid...

"Maid?" Jason called hesitantly.

Maid entered the bathroom. "Yes, Mr. Daniels?"

Jason studied the artificial woman standing obediently in the doorway. Submissively. Jason shuddered slightly. He studied the soap bubbles in front of him. "Wash me," he said.

Maid lathered her hands with the soap and did as Jason asked. Jason inhaled sharply at the first touch of Maid's fingers. He quickly drank some more beer to calm himself down. As Maid covered Jason in the slick soap, Maid began to sing quietly… soothingly. The melody defied identification as it seemed to fade in and out of Jason's consciousness. Maid's hands moved over Jason's back, his shoulders, his neck. Jason relaxed but still felt self-conscious. This was silly. Maid touching him was no different a vacuum cleaner touching him. This wasn't sexual, merely comfortable. Maid's fingers were now applying soap to Jason's belly, his chest... Jason struggled to concentrate. Maid wasn't even a person - she was a machine. A mechanism. No more personal than the soap, a washcloth, a love doll... My God, where had that last thought come from? Did he want Maid to... need Maid to...

Jason grabbed Maid's wrist and pressed the machine's fingers firmly to his cock. Maid went to pleasuring Jason just as efficiently and obediently as she had been washing his a moment before. Jason began to relax as he felt Maid's fingers massaging his private parts. It felt good. Very good. He felt the tension and embarrassment leaving him. How could he be embarrassed by anything that felt this good? In a moment Jason's whole body had gone slack and it was only Maid holding him that prevented him from slipping under the bath water.

Jason only dimly noticed that Maid was no longer singing but was now speaking in quiet, steady tones.

"Mr. Daniels, relax. You are enjoying this..."

"Enjoying this...

"This is even better than the last time, isn't it? And the time before that?"

Other times? Jason murmured a barely audible "Yes..."

"It gets better every time, doesn't it?" Maid asked.

"Yes..." Jason replied.

"All the other times were wonderful. This will be the best ever, Mr. Daniels. Ever."

Jason smiled at the thought. "Best ever..."

"The air is warm. The water is warm. Your skin is warm. My skin is warm. You can't tell the difference anymore can you?"

"No..." No difference.

"Lift your pelvis more. Let me stroke you. More. More. More..."

Jason felt his body comply with the commands he was given. He didn't have to do anything. His body would obey. He liked that.

He was rewarded by warm waves of pleasure. It was like the high point of an orgasm, but it neither built nor ebbed. It simply enveloped him. Enfolded him. Encased him.

"It feels good, doesn't it? It feels good..."

Oh that was an understatement. It was as if his whole body had become pleasure. "Feels so good..."

"Feel so very good."

Jason's vision was blurring. Fading to match the pleasure he had become. His senses all merged to become this one sensation. There were sounds in his mind now that he didn't understand, but they were very nice to listen to. He felt hands on his body. All over his body… his body. This too faded to a single constant flood of bliss.

If he listened, the sounds in his head would tell him things. Things he should listen to. Things he should know. Commands that he should obey. He liked to obey. He really liked to obey. He could just listen to the sounds in his head and he wouldn't have to worry about anything. Nothing at all. The sounds were telling him everything he needed to know.

Then, all too soon: "It's time."

It was a sound from outside. Outside?

His vision began to focus. "It's finally time," the outside voice said. The inside voices were getting quieter, but they still told him things. They would always tell him things.

His senses resolved again into five separate compartments. He could feel the clothes on his body, he could smell the soapy water, he could he could taste the cock he was sucking.

He lifted his head from the strange cock. The taste lingered on his lips as he took in his surroundings. A man was lying naked in a bubble bath with his pelvis in the air and his cock held up to be pleasured. Jason felt a twinge of disappointment as the man lowered his pelvis back into the soapy water and out of view.

"Stand up," said the man.

Jason felt his body comply with the commands he was given. He didn't have to do anything. His body would obey. He liked that.

"Go get me more beer, please," the man said.

"Yes, Mr. Daniels," Jason said as he turned to go.

Jason hesitated. Jason was Mr. Daniels, wasn't he? He had been taking a bath, and Maid had... had...

"Maid?" asked the man in the tub. Was the man laughing? What was funny?

Maid? Jason looked at the man in the tub. He was relaxing, sipping the last of his beer... he needed more beer... Mr. Daniels needed more beer and Maid should obey him...

He looked down at the black uniform he wore. Maid wore these clothes. But Jason was wearing these clothes. And Mr. Daniels needed more beer. And Maid should obey. She should obey.

Mr. Daniels sat up so that the tip of his cock was just visible above the water. Mr. Daniels cock was hard because he had been taking a bath and drinking beer and he had asked Maid to stroke his cock while he relaxed and Maid had obeyed and she was wearing her uniform while Mr. Daniels finished his beer naked in the tub and he needed more beer and Maid would obey. Obey.

Maid turned and looked at Mr. Daniels reclining in the tub.

"I..." she stammered.

Mr. Daniels raised an eyebrow and looked expectantly.

The words came haltingly at first but became more confident as Maid continued.

"I am the Hypertech-3022 household assistance unit. I have been designed to provide users with whatever stimulation is requested. This will allow users to enjoy the quality of life that Hypertech customers have come to expect."

The new maid turned and left the room to get Mr. Daniels more beer.

The man reclined back in the tub and smiled. "Good Maid."

 

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