HONOUR Female Latex Latex Rubber Maids Dress

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My name is Miss Osbourne….and as you may gathered from the photographs on the wall I am a retired Headmistress...” You will remember Joanna what I said earlier when we first met... that I live by the principle of discipline and correction...it’s very important to me...do you understand” That’s good Miss Stacy; I would have not liked to have forced you.” Andrea said, “Now please undress from those clothes and put this uniform on.” Andrea said handing Stacy a maid’s outfit.

Drinks were being served by Andrea, the maid-bot moved effortlessly between the guests and owners, filling each glass between courses. More food was carried in, the dirty plates taken away. All the time the guests in deep conversation with the Master & Mistress of the house, they didn’t taken any notice of the maids other than to issue them instructions. Stacy turned on her heels and began walking out of the room, a little sad that she wasn’t noticed but also relieved as she would have died of embarrassment if she’d been discovered. She was also a little sad that her mother/mistress had dismissed her as she would have with any other maid, but then she smiled in her mind, that was what she actually wanted. ‘I’m just another maid-bot,’ she thought as her step lightened as she walked from the room.My story starts many years ago when as student in my twenties I lived in London….on my way home from college one day I passed a local corner shop when my eye was dawn to a beautifully hand written postcard pinned to the local services notice board in the window….it read Retired Professional Lady seeks Part Time Cleaner... uniform and training will be provided. Your Mother has insisted that you’re to be one of the maids here, if necessary I can use force to enable this to happen, but your Mother insisted that I give you the opportunity to volunteer first.” Andrea interrupted. Well Darling, I know just how hard that you’ve been working, all those long hours, the strain in your voice I heard during our telephone calls told me just how tired you were. So I’ve arranged a little surprise for you, one that I know that you’ll enjoy.” You have done well today Joanna...I’m really very pleased with you and I look forward to seeing you next week at the same to complete your punishment”

You see my dear," he went on, "I am slowly turning you into a rubbergirl. A living breathing hybrid of human and rubber. I set up the store you so gleefully entered to fund and act as a front for my experiments, and to find semi-willing victims. I am here to make your wildest fantasy come true—whether you like it or not." No buts Miss Stacy, you will become a maid-bot for the weekend, this will be where you are staying whilst here, now I need to prepare you to become a maid-bot, please step this way.” Stacy’s mind concentrated on the service in hand, her mind now free of the conflict she suffered through last night as she tried to respond to her Master. Her Mother kept an eye on Stacy and also her Father, making sure that he didn’t try to speak to Stacy other than as a maid. The dinner service was impeccable, each maid performed as per her programing, the dinner now over the guests retired to the lounge with Master, whilst Mistress instructed the maids on what she required. She slowly came to. She could barely think of herself as Rebecca now. She could barely think at all. She just felt. Stacy walked inside the room, there were several capsules dotted around the room, each one currently empty as the maid-bots that occupied them were busy around the house. She looked all around the room, there were no windows, just plain painted walls, and a table in the middle had some component parts on it. Andrea walked past Stacy towards a pod leaning up against the wall in the far corner. “Come Miss Stacy, this is where you’ll be staying.” The maid-bot said.Would you have time come for an interview this evening and perhaps if you are happy with my terms you can start straight away”….I agreed and the arrangement was made to see her that evening. Squeaking with every step, she slowly climbs the stairs and turns right down the hallway to the master bedroom. Eleanor is laying across the bed, face down, her shoes still on. Molly stands in the door, thinking she might could grab the bag from the other side if she is asleep. “Oh good girl,” Eleanor mumbles, “Or whatever you are.” She rolls over and holds up her right hand. Molly’s hands are full, so she is not sure what to do. Eleanor looks at her and says, “Just put them on the night stand, you latex vacuum cleaner.” Molly obeys with a scowl, but Eleanor’s eyes were closed at that point thankfully. I hesitated ....at this point I had half a mind to leave the room but there was something compelling about this mysterious lady... Many of my girls are grateful to me for showing them the errors of their ways by making them wear this wonderful garment while they received punished….and now…. I would like you to wear it Joanna so I can show you the error’s of your ways…. so please get undressed”

Good Maid-bot Stacy, follow all instructions given to you by the main frame, you are now property of the owners, the house system and RobotMaids Inc.” Andrea said.with a simple example. Being dressed in a maid's uniform and heels is level one, having the dress and Because it’s what you dream off," Meeks replied. "The rubber gear, the catsuits, your fascination with fetishistic sex, are all part of your desire to become a thing, an instrument of pleasure—to become perfect, loved, always wanted, always satisfied." A girl came over to them then. She looked barely old enough to drive but had a poise that made her seem far older. Without a word, she slipped out of her shirt, discarded her bra, and peeled down her shorts and panties. She kissed the boy, and with one hand slowly slipped him out of the rubber milkmaid. They came in a geyser of cum, milk, and vaginal juice. Rebecca felt herself utterly emptied out, released. The human part of her surrendered utterly to the rubber, to the thing, to the doll that she had become. The boy collapsed against her, spent. The girl, still half inside her, wriggled in afterglow.

I became aware of the sound of Miss Osbourne behind me flexing the cane...she suddenly stopped and then gently placed the cane on the target area of the rubber mac.. she move the tip in a circular motion around what was soon to be the target for my punishment.Rebecca strained to understand what Dr. Meeks was telling her. "You mean, I’m all rubber now? I can’t move?" Probably,” scratching his head, “let’s go ahead and upload today’s database, so she can help this lady, and then place just the standard files/programs for this model.” Eleanor does not move at first. She stands there with her hand over her heart, breathing heavy. Molly cannot tell if she is buying it or not, but whatever she does, she has got to maintain the ruse. Do not be the first to break, Molly says with conviction to herself. There you really look the part of my cleaning maid good Joanna...your next duty is to start cleaning...I think you can start in this room….your first job will be to polish all the wooden furniture. She left the room leaving me to come to terms with my new role as a cleaning maid complete with a beautiful maids outfit.