“No! Like, you can’t go upstairs… she… I mean… its a mess!” Bambi cried out and threw herself on the stairs in front of me, blocking my way towards the bedroom.
I rose an eyebrow and smiled, “I think I can handle a bit of a mess…” I said and took a step towards the staircase.
Panic formed in her eyes as she looked from side to side, every once, as limited as those were, of her brain power trying to figure out a way distract me from going upstairs.
Her face brightened as if a lightbulb had gone off over her head, she shuffled to the center of the staircase, grabbed hold of her top at the cleavage, and pulled it down, exposing her tits.
“Oh my god, look! How did that happen? giggle” she said in mock surprise before leaning forward and stretching her fingers out to my pants and quickly getting them undone.
What followed was a long and sloppy blowjob, a good solid titty fuck, and her bent over at the waist, hands on the stairs as I fucked her from behind, before she led me to the main floors bathroom for a long hot shower.
A while later I was spread out on the coach in the living room, watching some TV when I heard Bambi, as quietly as she could, tippy toe up the stairs.
I let her go up and waited a moment before following myself, finding the spare bedroom door ajar I stood outside of it and listened in. Through the crack I could just see the foot of the bed and the open closet door.
“Please… I’ll suck his cock sooooo good! Just… just don’t…” a soft voice said in a pleading tone.
“Oh my god! Like suck his cock? You aren’t ready to kiss the ground his walks on yet! Now quit squirming!” Bambi’s voice replied and I heard a slap of a hand on flesh.
“Yes ma’am!” the soft voice replied and I heard rustling for a few more moments. Finally I saw Bambi walk towards the closet, followed behind by a woman covered from head to toe in black latex. her eyes and ears covered in a headset, her jaw held open by a gag of some kind, and a posture collar around her neck, and her hands bound behind her.
Bambi lead her over to the closet, got her knelt down on to what looked like a saddle of some kind, connected the headset into a laptop and then tapped away on the keyboard for a moment before I could hear a buzzing start.
Bambi backed away from the closet and slide the doors closed, muting the buzzing to the point I could no longer hear it. I quickly backed away from the door and returned downstairs to the TV.
A little while later Bambi returned, snuggling up beside me, “Did you get the mess cleaned up?” I asked.
“Like, what?” she replied, a confused look on her face, then recognition flashed across her and she smiled, “OH! Like, yeah… totally! giggle“
“Uhm, like, speaking of which… you remember my friend Betty?”
I nodded and smiled, “Yeah, the one with the tight little ass?”
“giggle Like, totally! giggle Well, she’s been, ya know, out of work. I was, like, thinking we might hire her as a maid? So I could spend more time focused on you of course. giggle“
“Wasn’t she one of your friends that said she’d ‘never talk to a bimbo like you again’?”
“Yeah, but, like, she’d totally changed her mind now that she see how happy you’ve made me! giggle She even totally told me she wants to be a silly little bimbo french maid now! giggle Like, I was just talking to her today and she told me how much she soooo want’s to suck your cock baby!”
I smiled and nodded, “Well, we can give her a try… when do you think she’ll be ready to start?”
Bambi frowned and furrowed her brow as she started counting on her fingers, “Like, uh, 1…2…3, three weeks!”
“That sounds good. Can’t wait for her to start.” I replied and Bambi let out a squeal of joy.
I made a mental note to check on what exact programming Bambi was giving Betty the next time she was out at the gym or running other errands, but I was sure it would be fine.
After all, Bambi had been the one to suggest using her own invention on herself in the first place, tired of being the high powered CEO, she desired a… simpler life, and I was honored to provide one for her.
The only question that was left was if Betty, like Bambi, had volunteered to become our maid. I somehow doubted it, most of Bambi’s old friends were violently opposed to what she’d done to herself, and Betty was one of the loudest as I recalled.
But then again, times were tough, and well, Bambi could be very convincing when she wanted to be, so perhaps…
I smiled and chuckled to myself a little, it didn’t really matter. With three weeks left in the program, that meant she’d only been on it for a week, which left me lots of time to make any changes I desired. By the time it ran it’s course, Betty would tell anyone who asked that everything that had been done was her own idea, and she’d beleive it too.
