Good Girlfriends are Good Maids

Chapter 19 - Good Girlfriend Protocols - Good Girlfriends are Good Maids

"Good Girlfriends clean, Good Girlfriends are Good maids" Emma says reluctantly as she steps in front of the sink, the belt rewarding her repetition with gentle licking on her clit, moving on beat with each syllable, gently warming her arousal up, building a need in her body that she had thought satisfied, but apparently not as her need builds with rapid speed. For a moment, she is both worried and excited by the idea that she might need to end today the same way as the first, as Evan's needy little fucktoy, **** for him, her traitorous pussy clenches at the thought as she tries to remember she needs to talk to Evan tonight.

"Good Girl Emma, keep at it, be a good maid for your boyfriend, Good Girlfriends are Good Maids"

"Good Girlfriends are Good Maids" she repeats, with continued teasing from the belt, each syllable another lick slowly pressing and flicking against her clit, her new instincts to repeat mantras make copying the AI almost reflexively pushing past her hesitation, saying the words it wants her to 'Listening and obeying'.

As Emma moves over to the couch, she tries to pretend it's just like any other cleaning chore, but the tightness of her new uniform, combined with the way its shiny reflection jumps out of every metallic surface, changes the very nature of her actions, the context changing this from a chore to something else, something she feels more than she can figure out. She's not just cleaning for Evan today, she's not just doing chores, she's doing a performance, she's practicing a role, for him, the role of his maid ('Good Girlfriends make good maids') echoes slightly in her head already. Each step in her new outfit brings another wave of pleasure and another repetition, "Good Girlfriends are Good Maids" each time, a little louder.

"Maid Emma, its time to clean up the couch, you made such a little slutty mess when your boyfriend used you last night." Even as the AI degrades her, its imitation of Evan's voice, calling her a slut, saying she was used, it just makes her feel hot, makes her feel like an object of lust and desire, of pleasure ('Good Girls Please') as she obediently walks over in her maid outfit.

She can see the stains on the carpet and couch, evidence of how Evan fucked her, of how he took her and used her, how he **** her to cum harder than she ever has. She moans slightly as she realizes her hands are grabbing her tits through the latex. The smooth material sticks tightly to her breasts, her hands grip pulling the material tight till it outlines her like she's not wearing anything at all. The feeling of the constricting but slick material rubbing on her nipples feels like it's teasing her breasts, rubbing back and forward, slick and rubbing. She pulls her hands away, embarrassed at her daydreaming.

"Good Maids enjoy their work, Emma. Continue with your touching, it will motivate you."

Emma, embarrassed but curious to continue, brings her hands back to her chest and continues to grab the latex and press it against her breasts, feeling good, she even starts pulling her nipples through the latex, moaning at the sensation. The belt teases her alongside her touching, pressing itself tight to her, contouring along her pussy and gently vibrating against her full lips with a low speed but penetratingly powerful rumble, feeling slow and good.

"Good Girl Emma, don't stop" the AI says as she continues to frantically grip her chest, "kneel for me, that's a good girl, Obey"

Emma finds herself sinking to the floor as her hands keep touching and pinching and pulling, lost in her daze, the sound of Evans' voice telling her to kneel ('Good Girlfriends Listen and Obey' echoes) which summons all kinds of sordid images. Of Evan pushing her to her knees, of Evan grabbing her hair and forcing his cock down her throat ('please, suck, obey') Evan teasing her while he walks around her kneeling form, touching her lightly and calling her his Good Girlfriend ('I want to be a Good Girlfriend'). These images spur her onwards, making her grab her tits harder and rougher till it hurts.

"You are becoming a Good Maid Emma, Good Girlfriends are Good maids, repeat"

Even deep in her daze, Emma knows she should continue to resist but the sight of the stains, her own arousal, the belt, the memories, it's all too much. She tries to stop her hands and think, but she can't, any time she slows her hands for longer than a moment, a new arousing thought brings them right back. Continual rushes of arousal have her gripping her tits hard and moaning as she says "I want to be a good girlfriend, good girlfriends are good maids, i want to be a good maid" over and over again, her hands on her latex covered tits, her belt rewarding her for every sentence, every moment of obedience ('Listen and obey') until she is humping the ground in arousal, yelling

"I WANT TO BE A GOOD GIRLFRIEND, I WANT TO BE A GOOD MAID!"