Good Girlfriends Dress appropriately

Chapter 18 - Good Girlfriend Protocols - Good Girlfriends Dress appropriately

What is lying in front of her, spread out over their lounge table, is undeniably a shiny, latex, French maid outfit.

Staring at the mess of shiny black and white fabric, her mind struggles to comprehend what the AI is suggesting here.

Judging by the sizing alone, it looks like the skirt will show off half her ass and then all of it if she bends over even slightly. The top is not much better, as it will show such deep cleavage that her nipples will be trying to peek out.

"No, no, no no no, no, no way am I wearing that, what makes you think that is an appropriate outfit?" Emma exclaims, far outside her comfort zone and completely flustered at the very idea of wearing this.

"Evan has instructed that you clean up after your session last night and that you wear something appropriate. This is an appropriate outfit for a Good Girlfriend to wear while she cleans up."

"No way, I think you've misunderstood, why don't I go out on a practical outfit and then ... I'll clean for my boyfriend, just as you want me to" she says, letting go of the shiny slippery latex and beginning to make her way towards the stairs.

She makes it about 2 steps before the belt hits her with a shock and what feels like a pinching sensation in her thigh that causes her to fall over on the carpet.

"Emma, you seem to have forgotten how to listen and obey, do you require another training session?" The sense of threat is palpable as Emma imagines being **** to go to another public place and masturbate while repeating her mantras. But when she looks at the shiny fabric and thinks about the humiliation, she just can't bring herself to put it on; the image is too much. "I'm not doing it, that's not what Evan meant, I'm not going to be his little fetish maid" she says angrily.

"You are being disobedient to your boyfriend, you have 5 minutes to put the appropriate clothing on or you will be punished"

Emma paces for a minute, stomping angrily, trying to find a way out before she goes over to her phone to try and call Evan to tell this belt to leave her alone, but as she dials, the phone refuses to make the call.

"Your phone access has been overridden, you have been locked out for the next hour for attempting to circumvent the Good Girlfriend protocols, you have 3 minutes left to comply."

Emma paces and looks around the room, trying to find a way out of this, but eventually returns to the couch to stare at the maid uniform with great ****. She picks it up to look at it. The way the material shines and squeaks as it moves is mesmerizing in the early morning light.

"You have 1 minute remaining to comply."

Accepting the inevitable, Emma groans loudly at her life but finds her hands rapidly sliding herself into the outfit, the smooth, slick material cool against her skin as it slowly covers her. The bust is as ridiculous as she thought; her breasts are barely contained by the cups, and their ability to stay in seems like a miracle more than any good dress design, the waist tight cinches tight against her hips, constraining her but in an oddly comfortable and supportive way. The excuse for a skirt is the worst, with the belt clearly visible beneath it as she settles it into place, and every bend will show her entire ass. Last are the accessories, she pulls the stockings up her legs, the feeling emphasizing the softness of her legs and briefly reminds her of Evan's gaze before she slowly ties on the little white latex apron and headband and slides on the long white latex gloves which reach all the way to her elbows, gripping tightly to her arms.

As it squeaks and tightens into place, she finally reaches behind her and zips up the back of the uniform, tightening the whole thing so it adheres tightly to her body. She looks in the mirror by the door and the sight is more embarrassing than anything she has done so far; she looks like a fetish pinup model. The way the outfit puts every curve on display, outlined in shiny attention-drawing white and black latex, makes her look like more of a sex object than ever and she can't look away, can't believe that's her reflected there.

"Good girl Emma, you have listened and obeyed"

"I will listen and obey" she murmurs, the exposure and tight constraint of the outfit making the words come easier, like she can't deny how true they are.

A low but increasingly familiar rumbling begins in the belt, it's protrusions firmly pressing against her and gently coaxing a small moan out of Emma, her pussy begins to respond slowly, leaking slightly and sending little thrums of pleasure through her, the traitorous part of her responding to the now familiar reward mechanism.

"It's time to clean Emma" the voice says soothingly as it gently coaxes her to her feet. she moves over to the stains their juices left in the lounge carpet from last night's fun. Looking at it while the belt stimulates her makes it not to remember the scene all over again, her obedience, her submissiveness, the way it felt when Evan fucked her and made her cum. And now here she is dressed as his fetish maid about the clean up the mess he made of her.

"Good Girlfriends clean for their boyfriend" she murmurs in a half daze

"Good girl Emma, Good Girlfriends clean, Good Girlfriends are good maids, you will repeat it while you work" the AI says as Emma kneels down to work.