HONOUR Female Latex Latex Rubber Maids Dress

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I followed the slim figure along the hall way into a side room which looked like a traditional school study I followed her in…. The walls of the small were covered with framed photographs of school groups. A sturdy wooden desk took central position with a large wooden wardrobe standing in the corner .

The number rang for or what seemed a lifetime and then a crystal clear female voice answered the phone. My story starts many years ago when as student in my twenties I lived in London….on my way home from college one day I passed a local corner shop when my eye was dawn to a beautifully hand written postcard pinned to the local services notice board in the window….it read Retired Professional Lady seeks Part Time Cleaner... uniform and training will be provided. Over lunch her mother quizzed her on everything in Stacy’s life, how things were at college, did she have anyone in her life, what boys did she see? Stacy tried to keep up with the constant barrage of questions that her mother was asking her. By the time lunch was over her head was spinning.No buts Miss Stacy, you will become a maid-bot for the weekend, this will be where you are staying whilst here, now I need to prepare you to become a maid-bot, please step this way.” Squeaking with every step, she slowly climbs the stairs and turns right down the hallway to the master bedroom. Eleanor is laying across the bed, face down, her shoes still on. Molly stands in the door, thinking she might could grab the bag from the other side if she is asleep. “Oh good girl,” Eleanor mumbles, “Or whatever you are.” She rolls over and holds up her right hand. Molly’s hands are full, so she is not sure what to do. Eleanor looks at her and says, “Just put them on the night stand, you latex vacuum cleaner.” Molly obeys with a scowl, but Eleanor’s eyes were closed at that point thankfully. Putting up her hand , Eleanor stops Molly with, “Yeah, I know where he lives.” Eleanor starts to say something else, but then she puts her hand to her head and leans against the wall.

That’s good Miss Stacy; I would have not liked to have forced you.” Andrea said, “Now please undress from those clothes and put this uniform on.” Andrea said handing Stacy a maid’s outfit. Meeks rubbed her now-bald head and smiled. "You will be able to move a little, but not much. And you are mostly rubber. Most of your internal organs will dissolve or transform in the next few hours, and your remaining bodily processes will be held in near-stasis. You will be alive, and be able to hear, feel, and see most everything that occurs to you—but you will be powerless to act. You will be little more than a doll. But it was clear she had no choice in the matter anyway. Dr. Meeks was already well underway. He sprayed her eyes ear and mouth with some sort of solution, muttering something about protecting the mucous membranes. His young male assistant hooked her into a harness, then unstrapped her from the wall she had been bound to. The salesgirl pushed a button on a remote control, and Rebecca felt herself lifted by some kind of crane. As she went past Dr. Meeks, he patted her foot almost kindly. "Goodbye, my dear," he said. "I hope you enjoy yourself." Stacy’s Father looked confused, he saw his youngest daughter standing before him but dressed as a maid and calling him ‘Sir’. He was just about to say something when his wife interrupted, “No thank you maids please return to your duties.”

Oh, that makes sense,” Eleanor replies. “Ok, then you can be called Bunny Boo.” What kind of name was that, Molly asks herself, I don’t want to be called some stupid name like that. “Name override,” Eleanor mumbles, “Confirm.” Having seen enough commercials, Molly replies, “Designation changed to Bunny Boo.” Eleanor nods and says, “Help me get undressed, Bunny Boo.” Molly is now completely out of sorts. I have to undress my boyfriend’s wife? Oh this is just too weird. Amazing,’ she thought, ‘how did I know what Mot…’ her thought was interrupted by the main frame computer. “You will refer to your owner as Mistress.” Said the voice in her head correcting her. Both maids headed for the door, before turning and curtseying before leaving closing the doors behind them. The man laughed delightedly. "No, my dear, I think you’re wonderful. Besides, I would never do anything so crude. To answer your questions: My name is Doctor Meeks. You won’t need your license anymore because your life is about to change. And you are all tied up because I have begun a series of injections which are already dissolving and reconstructing your body tissue, particularly your skeletal system and epidermis. If I unstrapped you, you would most likely flop to the floor like a jellyfish and probably hurt yourself.