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Home Maid, Part 5
Part 5
"There is a sensor in the storage unit that tells me when my service
unit is inside. I can remotely lock it in for any period of time I
desire. There are a few other optional accessories that can be added to
train the maid to be truly a full service object, but we'll get to those
in a while."
I discarded the idea of offering my owner advice about the storage
locker, I realized it was no longer my place to offer any opinions.
"The closet in the maid's quarters has had shelving added to it. The
bondage gear and sex toys I will use to train my servant will be stored
in there."
"Service Unit, report to the maid's quarters" the mechanical voice said.
I curtseyed to my owner and swished down the hallway towards the
destination as instructed.
"Oh, by the way, I am thinking of having that sign removed, and
replacing it with one that says 'cleaning supplies'. It'd be more
accurate really, now that you're nothing but a glorified mop."
I had an involuntary shudder of joy and fear at her words. This was my
mother, telling me I was nothing but an object useful for the cleaning
of her house.
I started crying.
Part of me was not ready for this, part of me wanted to go back to that
time when I was my mom's precious sissy, cleaning the house together and
having a good time. Back to when she thought of me as more than just a
broom in a closet.
But it seemed those times were gone for good. My life as a person was
now officially and truly over.
I forced the tears to stop flowing and made myself smile. If I was going
to be an object, at least I could be a useful and pleasant one. I
decided to give in completely.
I entered the supply room and noticed more changes had been made.
My bed was gone.
In its place was what looked like the offspring of a chest freezer and a
coffin.
"Service unit, I can see where you are in the house by tracking your
earrings." my owner said, "I replaced the bed my child slept in with
something that is basically a horizontal version of your storage
cabinet. You will be locked into it each night, and it has built in
alarms to wake you when I wish. A toilet brush doesn't need a fancy
bed."
I didn't really realize it at that point, but my owner had discovered
something about herself. Perhaps she didn't even really understand it
either, just yet.
"With the software I wrote, I can set certain tasks to be done at
certain times without ever having to directly instruct you. You're
completely programmable now! I'm tempted to send you to school in your
uniforms, but I won't do that just yet. However, I am considering having
makeup tattooed onto my service unit. It will save time if your face is
permanently colored. I'll decide in a few days."
That night I found myself sleeping in a box for the first time. It
wasn't an unpleasant sensation. The same type of restraints that graced
my storage locker graced my night case.
With a few exceptions.
There was a 3 inch peg that poked slightly into my bottom. It wasn't
long enough to really penetrate me, it was there to hold me in place.
There was also a flexible tube that went into my mouth and back into my
throat. This served several purposes , chiefly to provide me with a
fresh air supply while I was in this case.
It also functioned as a trainer, preparing me for when my mouth was used
for the pleasure of others. The constant pressure on my throat was
training me to no longer have a gag reflex.
Also, my owner could use it as a feeding tube if she wished to leave me
in the case for an extended period of time.
There were 2 little suction tube things that attached to my breasts.
They would provide constant gentle pressure, to stretch my nipples out.
Oh right, I forgot something.
It's a little embarrassing, even for me.
See, when I accepted my role as a non-person, and attached the bracelet
to my arm, my owner gave me one more gift.
A catheter.
She had me sit on the edge of her desk and drop my panties.
"There's one additional modification I want to make to my vacuum
cleaner. This is going to hurt at first."
From her desk she withdrew a syringe, a tube of lubricant and a black
box.
Inside the box was an object I didn't really understand.
I'll try to describe it. It was stainless steel. It had a 3" long tube
in the middle of about 1/4 inch diameter. At one end was a sort of heart
shaped knob about 1/2 " wide. On the other end there was this sort of
cap that was maybe 1 1/2" wide and curved back gently towards the ball.
From the cap there projected a small spigot and valve.
She injected my useless member in a whole lot of places.
I sort of knew what was about to happen, but I didn't really know what
it would mean to me in the long run.
Lubing up the pipe and ball, she looked me square in the eye.
"This is the end of your being allowed to control even your own
urination. Once this is in place, that valve will determine whether or
not my property pees. You are going to be quite sore for a month or so
while your body acclimates to its newest accessory. Don't even think
of letting it interfere with your service."
With that, my owner slowly forced the knob into my penis. I realized
that she'd injected me with some sort of numbing agent, but even then it
hurt like hell.
The tube was long enough stat when she popped the knob into my bladder,
the cap was flush to my crotch. I now had an almost flat crotch. As soon
as the tube was in past my bladder sphincter, urine began to leak out of
the spigot.
She quickly closed the valve.
"Now, that valve is to remain closed unless you are instructed
otherwise, service unit. There is a fitting in both your storage locker
and your night case with a plastic tube that will attach to the spigot.
That is the only time you are to open the valve without specifically
being told to do so."
"In case my little mop didn't realize it, that is permanent. There's no
way to get it out short of surgery."
I can't believe I forgot that was the day I was stripped of even that
little bit of control!
So, there I was in my box for the first time , naked except for my
corset and a pair of heels, preparing to sleep with a tube wedged in my
throat, a peg in my butt, and a tube running from my bladder into my
case. I don't think I'd ever truly felt like this was real, like I was
really 'nothing but a glorified mop' before that night.
I was required to wear heels and a corset at all times, even when
sleeping or bathing. My owner had special shoes and cinchers made for
those occasions when I got wet.
"I am surprised at how much I am enjoying turning you into an object,
service unit. Part of the enjoyment comes from the fact that you could
never really have been anything else. You were born to exist as a useful
possession not a person." she said into my ears.
And she was right.
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