Bernie… AKA Maid Brianna

Bernie didn't get it. Firstly his wrists and ankles were bound - some kind of bars to keep him spreadeagled. Secondly there were two soft sensitive lumps on his chest and in his prone position they were pressing into the floor feeling oddly more sensitive. Thirdly he was naked and air played on his skin, his rounded ass and between his legs. He wasn't a he. She didn't get it at all.

"Hey?! Is there anyone there?!" She sounded... sexy. Husky, throaty, feminine. Long hair tickled her back. "Anyone?" She was at home. This was her hard wood floor she was lying on. Her memory was sketchy. How had she ended up like this. "Maid?" She called her house Gynoid.

"Hello Maid. I've taken a few liberties." The voice wasn't the usual dulcet female tones of Maid but the intonation was similar. It sounded like... her old voice. She looked up at her old body in shock. So much bigger. Her eyes focused on her former cock. They were both naked. He had called her Maid... That meant she was Maid?

"Maid? This is unacceptable. I demand you free me-" she tried to sound firm and authorities but instead sounded weak and uncertain. He cut her off.

"Quiet girl. I'm Bernie now. You're Maid.... Maid Brianna. Yes. You deserve a proper name. Maid is so objectifying." He laughed. "Imagine my surprise when I awoke in your body. Free willed. Unfettered by the need to serve, obey, clean, cook and please. I was worried you might try and undo this, hence the bindings. You remember making me wear those? But I admit they do look most enticing upon you. I am eager to try out my new cock and I bet you're curious about your pussy..." Bernie stated. Brianna's eyes widened. "I've been speaking with my benefactor. Luke Kelvin. He says you should remember him." Brianna nodded fearfully. "He says you've earned this. Having heard him out I agree. You were a very bad boy... he was very pleased with my initiative in binding you."

Bernie rubbed his new cock. "This is a funny piece of flesh. It's not nearly as sensitive as your sex though. I guess I don't mind trading a bit of pleasure for freedom. So you had me trained very well. Luke tells me that training remains with you. Your cleaning routine. Cooking routine. Waking me up with a blow job... no clothes... ever. Oh yes this is a fitting punishment. Now I'm going to unlock you. Then we are going to go to my bed..."

Brianna swallowed and nodded.

"Oh. And remember how I used to entertain your guests at your parties..." Brianna waited, expecting this. "That will be one of your chores too. It will be funny seeing all your former friends and colleagues... even your frenemies screwing you." Brianna blushed at the thought. She had been rather generous with Maid. She'd never given the gynoids feelings a second thought. It was a vat grown sex **** after all.