THE MUSIC BOX MAID

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thank you, qxvw198, for commissioning this story

Mike was currently tidying the room, but his eyes sneakily stole a glance at his roommates, who lounged on the sofa from time to time. Mike was just your average Joe, a mediocre guy with mousy brown hair. He had no standout quality. A harmless, transparent background character was the impression he gave to others. It was also how he ended up with one of the hottest girls in his university as a roommate. Unlike Mike, who could be easily ignored, his roommate, Lisa McKenzie, was one who would turn head when she was in the room. An athletic girl with long, wavy red hair tied into a ponytail. She had a pretty face with a few freckles. Her chest wasn’t that big, just medium-sized 34C, but it’s perky, and perfectly fit on hand to fondle, just what Mike preferred. Her most attention-grabbing physical feature was her backside, which could only be described as excellent and simply hypnotic. Big, bubbly, round. She sculpted her buttocks through a strict, regular workout. Lisa was one of the campus’s cheerleaders back in her undergrad day. Sadly, he could only see but not touch. He was just a ‘friend’. They were roommates, not for romantic reasons, but for purely economic reasons.

How the two became roommates was entirely a coincidence. Both of them were seeking a new place to rent near the campus for the duration of their graduate programme as they couldn’t live in the campus’s dormitory or sorority house anymore. They ended up bidding for the same apartment unit. He and Lisa, of course, weren't strangers to each other. They shared some classes when they were undergrad. The two even had some group projects together. Based on it, they could be called friends…if we stretch the definition of friend to just talk a little with each other and work on some stuff together.

Mike still remembered how Lisa looked at him with a thoughtful look, calculating and weighing pros and cons, and then proposed to him that instead of competing, they could share the rent cost of the apartment. The apartment was a 2 bedroom apartment anyway. And who didn’t want a hot roommate like Lisa McKenzie? Furthermore, Mike had a crush on Lisa. Mike accepted the deal. Not knowing what was in Lisa's mind back then, Mike thought there may be some miracle, and Lisa somehow had a secret feeling for him like him having a crush on her. But yeah, no. He later found out what she was thinking before she proposed to share the rent with him. She thought he was quiet, harmless, and even gay, so it would be fine to share her living space with him. Except, he was not gay, he loved women, he just had better self-control of himself to not act like a creep around women.

That was one year ago. Living with Lisa was not always sunshine and rainbows as he had imagined. Living closely with her made Mike understand his crush’s true colors. Lisa was bossy and could be a bitch sometimes, but she knew how to string him up. Every time Mike wanted to say enough was enough to her, Lisa managed to coax him up. Move out? The place was nice in regard to location and price, and because he was sharing the rent with Lisa, he could use the money for other things. And though Lisa might make him frustrated sometimes, he would miss sneakily ogling her body if he moved out. It never failed to get him hard when Lisa’s perfect bottom was clad in tight yoga pants. It was still a tradeoff Mike could accept.

“So, any plans for this Christmas, Mike?” Lisa suddenly asked the man.

Mike stopped what he was doing to chat with his roommate. “Nope, what’s about it? Do you want to ask me out?” The man replied with a joking tone. Living together with her for a year had dispelled his awkwardness and made even guys like Mike at ease to throw teases and jokes at Lisa.

“No, I mean yes, I want you to go out on Christmas, just not with me. I’m thinking of inviting the girl on Christmas for a girls’ night, and I need you to not be home.”

“And why do I need to go out for girls’ night? Your friend already knew that we share an apartment. You even introduced me to them as your harmless, gay man. I think they will be okay if I’m there. What if I tell you I want to invite the guy to play our DnD night at Christmas? We have a stake in this apartment together, Lisa.”

“Please, Mike. I promise to give you a very special present for being a good boy if you agree. I will even accompany you to watch a movie you pick next time. Just go out and come back after midnight on the 25th,” Lisa pleaded.

She didn’t explicitly say date, but in my Mike's ears, her words practically mean that she would go on a date with him. Though his expectation of her had lowered after knowing her true colors, Mike still harbored a bit of romantic fantasy about Lisa.

“Okay, I will think about it,” Mike finally relented, “but I won’t help you prepare for whatever party you had in mind. Also, you need to do the cleaning duty for the Christmas week.”

Lisa groaned, “Ughhh…We had agreed that I would do only the weekend. I’m pretty busy, you know.”

Their arrangement for cleaning duty was that Mike would handle cleaning things up on weekdays and Lisa on the weekend. Though Mike’s part essentially covered all the weekdays, practically, he only did three days of cleaning duty, as he left a gap on Tuesday and Thursday.

Lisa was much worse than him in ditching her duty. Like a true spoiled child, she disliked cleaning up her mess. She would sometimes ‘accidentally’ forget to do her cleaning duty on the weekend, so Mike would take care of it the next Monday.

“Four days. You will be responsible for cleaning duty from the 25th to the 28th, from Thursday to Sunday. Deal or no deal at all.”

Lisa gritted her teeth, “Fine. But you still need to help me prepare before my girls’ night.”

“Deal.”

He still agreed to help her as he was actually curious about what Lisa planned. Anyway, helping her would prevent an unexpected mess he didn’t want.

Lisa stormed out of the room; her ‘victory’ was hard-earned, and she needed to calm herself down.

Mike looked at her bouncy backside as the redhead girl walked away.

The next day.

When Mike came back from his class, he saw a wrapped present box sitting neatly near the Christmas tree decoration in the room. Mike picked the gift up. There was a note attached to the ribbon tie.

“For Mike. Merry Christmas. You deserve a nice present for being a good boy all these years – Santa.” Mike read the note. He recalled what Lisa said yesterday about the deal: she would give him a gift if he were a good boy. But wasn’t it too early to give him a gift? Christmas was still two weeks away.

Santa? Did she think of me as a child who still believes in Santa? Despite the thought, a little smile appeared on Mike’s face. He was still grateful for the gesture.

He looked around. “Thank you for the early Christmas gift, Lis. You can stop hiding now.”

“Lisa? Anybody home?”

Nobody answered him. And Mike realized that Lisa wasn’t home yet. Did she go out again after placing the present? Because he didn’t see the present being there this morning before he went to campus. So, someone must have placed it after the two had gone out. But how? Only he and Lisa had the keys to the apartment.

If it wasn’t Lisa, who was the one placing the gift? A real Santa Clause? No way! Mike didn’t believe that a real Santa Clause came and bothered to give him a gift. But how the gift was there was mysterious and magical if Lisa wasn’t the one who gave him the present.

It wouldn’t be a problem for Father Christmas to sneak in.

He shook his head. He could ask Lisa later. Putting the thought of who the gift giver actually was, Mike unwrapped his present. From the gift box, he took out a wind-up music box with a dancing doll carousel on the top. The doll looks like a typical Barbie doll in a ballerina costume. The thing would be popular with girls in the old days.

Mike couldn’t help but frown. He still appreciated the gift, but he was questioning why they gave him this thing.

He tried to wind up the key. Music began to play out from the music box, and the dancing doll carousel started to move on its route. The music that came out was something that sounded like a playful children’s song. The melody was actually quite catchy, something that a child would like, but there was something in the music that he couldn’t put his finger on. It made its sound ‘unsettling’ in his ears.

Mike waited, and finally, after around 7 minutes, the music box stopped. He was quite amazed that the song would play that long. But that’s it, aside from the duration that was unusually long for a music box, which usually needed to be wound up again under 5 minutes, the other parts of the music box failed to impress him, including the music, even if it was quite catchy.

He put the music box back in its place where it came from. He didn’t have any use for the music box, but that didn’t mean he would just throw it away. He might just let it catch dust in the corner of his room.

His phone suddenly rang before he could move his gift away. He got a call from his friend.

“What’s up? Why are you calling me, dude?” Mike asked the caller on the other end.

His friend then told him that he submitted the wrong paper.

“Really? Crap…Sorry, I will be there right away.”

Mike no longer thought about the music box; he had more urgent matters to attend to. He just left the antique there and left the room.

When he came back again, Lisa was home this time. From her coat that she hadn’t removed yet, Mike could tell that Lisa also just come back.

Lisa had the music box out of the present box and was currently curiously looking at it.

“Hey, Mike. Is this a present for me?” Lisa asked Mike once she registered his presence in the room.

“No, it’s mine. Can you read the note on the ribbon?”

Lisa picked up the note, and she instantly let out a small chuckle after reading it, “Santa? Really? Is this a prank toy that looks like a music box but pops something when you wind up the key?”

“I thought it was you who played a prank on me. So you should know what it’s actually.”

“Me?” Lisa looked genuinely puzzled, “Yeah, I know I said I would give you a gift, but you haven’t proven to me you are a good boy, yet, Mike.”

So, it really wasn’t Lisa that sent the thing? So, who’s the sender?

“Actually, this is kind of cute. Will you give this to me, Mike? Right, you just claimed I was the one who sent it to you, so I just took back what mine.”

Mike saw Lisa wind up the key. The catchy music started to play.

“No. Hand the music box to me. It’s mine.” Mike outrightly refused. He didn’t have any use for it, but he wouldn’t hand it over to anyone. It was his present!

He didn’t expect that Lisa would walk to him and hand the music box to him without a fuss. And even more weird, after handing the box, she just stood in front of Mike, doing nothing. Staring at Mike stoically.

“What? Don’t look at me like that. If you don’t have anything better to do, how about doing the dishes for me? I might lend you the music box as a reward.” Mike said in a joking tone. It was Tuesday a.k.a his cheat day. So, there were still some dirty dishes from this morning that he hadn’t cleaned yet.

Mike couldn’t believe what happened next. Lisa moved to the dishwasher and started to clean the dishes, still with her coat on. Mike was still stunned. He waited, thinking that it was just an act and she would only clean a plate and stop. But no, Lisa kept cleaning the dishes. He was confused about what entity was possessing Lisa to make her want to wash dishes. No way that she did it just because he told her that he might lend her the music box.

Mike only broke out of his daze after 7 minutes, and the music box stopped playing. He looked at Lisa; she had stopped cleaning the dishes and walked back to the sofa as if it was nothing.

“Umm…hey, what made you so eager to clean the dishes when I asked you? Do you really want the music box?” Mike couldn’t help but ask because of how weird Lisa behaved.

Lisa stared deeply at Mike, “What do you mean? I clean the dishes?”

“You just did,” Mike pointed out at the dishwasher.

“Oh…right, I clean the dishes because I want to, not because of your music box. I don’t want your music box, it’s yours.”

“Don’t be shy. I did say I would lend you my music box if you clean the dishes,” Mike just thought that Lisa was shy to admit.

He handed her the music box, but Lisa handed back the music box to him as soon as she got it.

“I’m done with it. It’s yours, I want it to be yours.” Lisa replied.

Mike could tell Lisa was behaving unusually and out of her character. But he wasn’t sure what caused it.

Another day passed. Mike didn’t think too much of what happened yesterday, and just brushed it off as Lisa wanted to get on his good side. But his interest piqued again after he saw Lisa do the dishes again; nobody prompted her this time, and no transactional deal. Lisa, who usually tried to shirk her duty, was actively cleaning the dishes.

“Would you also vacuum the floor after you did the dishes, Lisa?”

Lisa was unamused by what Mike asked her. “It’s Wednesday, Mike. Vacuuming the floor is your responsibility on weekdays, remember? Don’t think because I’m doing the dishes now, I want to do other things that you should do. I’m doing the dishes because I want to!”

“So, will you do the dishes from now on?”

“Yes, but don’t ask me to do other cleaning duties if it isn’t the weekend. It’s not my responsibility,” Lisa reminded her roommate.

So, it wasn’t about her trying to get on my good side, but just because she wanted to. Mike thought. He didn’t believe that Lisa suddenly wanted to do the dishes without reason. It’s not just a day. She answered that she would do the dishes from now on. That was already so weird coming from her. He began to think about other possible reasons that caused Lisa to behave like this. And whether it was possible to manipulate it for his advantage.

What could it be? Mike traced what happened yesterday when Lisa suddenly wanted to do the dishes. I told her that I would lend her the music box if she did the dishes. Is it because of the music box?

“Hey, Lisa. If you also vacuum the floor and dust the room, I will lend you my music box.”

She stopped doing the dishes; anger was apparent on her face, “That’s not a funny joke, jerkass. I don’t care about your music box. I had said that I would do the dishes, but don’t ask me to do your other responsibilities!”

So, it isn’t about lending her the music box? What did I miss? Music box, music…Wait, the music box was playing when Lisa suddenly wanted to do the dishes yesterday. It's not about lending the music box; it’s the music box and its music!

Mike rushed back to his room to get the music box. With the music box in his hand, he went back to confront Lisa.

Lisa had finished doing the dishes. She was now preparing for her yoga workout. Her yoga mat had been unfurled. Lisa was strict in her workout regimen; she would do yoga after a meal to burn off some calories.

Mike didn’t wind up the key yet; he waited for a good moment to do his experiment so he could be really sure that the music box and its music held magical power.

Lisa was in a downward-facing dog position. Her ass was in all its majesty when Mike started to wind the music box.

Usually, when she was doing her workout, she would let him watch, but not up close. He had adhered to the arrangement, watching her do yoga from the corner of the room. With the music box in hand, he approached her.

As she heard the catchy childish tune, Lisa lifted herself, no longer in downward-facing dog position but standing upright.

It was like before. She stood still until I said that she should do the dishes rather than just standing there. Mike then took the opportunity to touch her to test his assumption. Lisa didn’t respond to his touch.

Is she hypnotized by the music box? How did this thing work? Does she feel it when I groped her ass?

Mike couldn't help but let his hand wander to her rear side. He squeezed her big buttocks lightly, but Lisa had yet to make any reaction. He started to be more daring and gave Lisa’s buttocks a strong squeeze. It felt good; her buttock was so soft on his hand. And more importantly, Lisa was not reacting at all.

A wild thought appeared in Mike's mind. What if he did more? Lisa was a sexy girl, and he was a normal man; it would be a lie if he said that he didn’t want to fuck her. It was his chance

No, it wasn't the time for that yet. Not this time. How many minutes had passed? Mike was able to talk himself out of his carnal urge.

“Ok, let's try it. Lisa, pick the vacuum cleaner and clean the floor for me,” Mike commanded.

Lisa finally moved. The redhead picked up the nearby vacuum cleaner and started to vacuum the floor.

After the 7 minutes mark, the music stopped. Mike observed Lisa’s movement. Lisa stopped vacuuming the floor, but she didn’t look weirded out by how she suddenly operated the vacuum cleaner. She put the vacuum cleaner back into its place before walking back to the yoga mat.

Her eyes finally met Mike. “What? I’m going to work out, go back to the corner of the room.”

“Lisa, do you remember what you just did?”

“What do you mean?”

“You are vacuuming the floor just now.”

“So? Why should you care that I vacuumed the floor? It’s not something weird.”

“You just said you don’t want to do it around ten minutes ago,” Mike reminded her.

“I changed my mind. Though I still won’t dust the furniture on the weekdays, no matter how you convince me, it’s your duty.”

“But will you continue vacuuming the floor even if it is not your time for the duty?”

“Yes. You should be happy that I want to help you vacuum the floor voluntarily.”

“And do you remember the other thing?”

“The other thing?”

Mike didn’t know whether he should say it or not, but keeping his silence would not give him the answer he sought about the music box capability.

“Can I squeeze your ass?”

“Mike Johnson, you fucking creep! I don’t expect you to be such a pervert. Get out!”

Mike panickedly wound up the key and let the music play again. In an instant, when she heard the music being played, her anger died down. She stood still, waiting for another command.

What made it different? Mike was in deep thought again. He soon found similarity in why she was suddenly fine with vacuuming the floor and doing the dishes. Aside from the two were acts of cleaning, the two were the last actions she did before she woke up after the music ended. Is it because of that?

He then commanded Lisa to bend over and pose like she was offering her ass to him, swinging her ass and slapping it in regular intervals as if she was begging someone to squeeze her ass.

Mike then waited until the 7 minutes mark and the music box stopped.

Her anger was back, but not as explosive as before. She was still in the inviting position.

“Mike Johnson, you fucking creep! I don’t expect you to be such a pervert.”

“Not my fault, you are the one who acts like you want someone to grope your ass. I’m being a gentleman here by asking you whether I can squeeze your ass first instead of doing it without your permission.”

Lisa’s face turned red as if her lie was known.

“Fine, I’ll let you squeeze my ass. Do it fast, so I can return to my workout.”

He gave Lisa’s ass a strong squeeze a few times.

“Hhmmgh…” Lisa was trying to muffle her moan.

“Can I squeeze your ass again next time?”

“Just ask nicely, and I will let you have a feel.”

Mike let out a breath of relief; his experiment was a success. He now knew how to use the music box to his advantage.

“Merry Christmas, I had a present for you, Lisa.” Mike had prepared a present for Lisa this time. After his last experiment, he had gone to the local adult store to get this.

Lisa took the shopping bag from him, and took out what was inside, a skimpy black French maid costume with a small apron, headdress, and even the frilly garterbelt stocking pair, “Do you think it’s Halloween, Mike? Do you expect me to wear such a costume? I’m not your maid!”

As he expected, Lisa didn’t appreciate his gift, but Mike was ready to fix it. He took the music box out. As the music played, he asked Lisa to give him a sexy striptease. She undressed from her blouse and yoga pants. Next, Mike commanded her to wear the sexy French maid uniform. The tradeoff from tight yoga pants into a sexy French maid costume was worth it. He could play with her ass anytime now anyway. Mike had a thing about a sexy French maid. With her body figure, Lisa filled the costume ‘perfectly’. Her big, bubbly backside lifted the already short skirt upward and made it even sluttier, as only half of her buttocks was covered.

“So, how do you like your early Christmas present?” Mike asked. Before the 7 minutes duration ended, he had asked her to pick the feather duster to give her a more authentic French maid impression.

“Thanks, it’s not bad, I like it.”

“You are doing the dishes, vacuuming the floor, dusting the furniture, and in maid costume. Are you my sexy French maid?”

When she thought about it, she felt that she fit the description of a sexy French maid. She did the dishes, vacuumed the floor, dusted the furniture, and she was in a maid costume; she even let Mike grope her ass whenever he wanted.

“Don’t get me wrong, Mike. Maybe I am a maid from how I am dressed and my duty. But I’m not your maid! I do it just because I want to.”

“I will make you want to be my maid.” Mike used the music box again.

This time, Mike commanded her to suck his cock. Lisa, in her mindless state, obediently sucked his cock, her head bobbed back and forth. Lisa was a skillful cocksucker, her tongue dancing and wrapping around his cock. He almost came, but he held out until the music box stopped. She was still sucking his cock, but Mike pushed her head back. With a popping smack, his cock separated from her pretty lips.

“Do you want my cock, Lisa?”

Lisa nodded her head eagerly. She wanted his cock.

“You can suck my cock only when I give you permission or command you to suck it. I can let you suck my cock, but first, tell me: you are dressed in a sexy maid uniform and will suck my cock on my command. What does it make you?”

Lisa knew the answer. “Your maid. I’m your pleasure maid. Can I suck your cock, Master? I want to suck your cock, please,” Lisa was begging him.

Mike smiled triumphantly. Lisa was now his slutty maid. “Suck my cock, maid.”

“Thank you, Master.”

He got his cock into her mouth again. This time, Mike didn’t hold back. He let Lisa pleasure him to the fullest. Mike unleashed his hot loads inside her mouth a few moments later.

Mike never expected that the gift that he didn’t have a good first impression of turned out to be his lucky star. He should thank Santa for it. He planned to fuck his sexy maid after offering his prayer. Right, Lisa had a party planned. Could the music box affect others besides Lisa? But for now, Lisa was enough for Mike.

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