Maidslave - Tony's Just Desserts

To the fans of the

Mike & Lora's Loan

series, updates are coming, I'm waiting a little to see if there's more feedback. For fans (and apparently haters? lol) of

Matty Identifies As...

I'm a little attached to the characters now and I'm trying to do them

all

justice. In lieu of those updates, comes this self-contained story.

Disclaimer

All characters are legal adults in the jurisdictions presented, and in any case are 18+.

This story revolves around a universe where there is legal slavery either voluntary or by debt-based indenture. This universe is loosely based off the works of Carl_Bradford, Joe_Doe_Storirs and many others.

Consent is paramount! Slavery is bad. Historical and race-based slavery was exceptionally bad. Modern slavery, in all forms is bad and should be condemned.

The concept of "legal slavery" and "self-indenture" is a fictional erotica topic with BDSM themes and should be taken lightly, not as a serious presentation of any desirable future. I'm borrowing the universes well presented on Literotica without consent or knowledge of the prior authors: I beg their indulgence.

This story employs themes of feminzation, non-consent/reluctance, mind control/hypnosis, slavery, bondage, submission, control, and Domination.

Tony's Just Desserts

'

That bitch in the white suit was

so

mean to me!

' was the thought that ran through his head as he rounded the side of the building. '

Just because the law

says

they have to wait until after midnight she could have just let me in!

'

Tony had been by earlier and tried to do a little window shopping. He'd just turned 21 that morning and wanted to embrace adulthood in celebration. Strictly speaking the law insisted that you had to be

at least

21 years old to enter a slave processing or sales area which meant that since the time of birth wasn't on your ID, technically you were supposed to wait until

after

midnight on the date of their birthday. It was a quirk of the law that allowed people with birthdays on leap-days at the end of February to still state honestly that their birthdate had passed on March 1

st

.

Tony didn't give a shit about that though. Nobody else had shown the slightest hesitation to accept his ID today--although the legal age of consent for

almost

everything else was 19--he'd still managed to find the several things society guarded for an extra 2 years: tobacco, driving after having a pint, and cash-poker. '

But oh

no

that couldn't be good enough for the Maid of The House. Fucking slave cunt telling a

free man

what he can do...

'

He was wearing a black hoodie, torn grey jeans, converse sneakers, and a pink bandana tied around his neck and tucked into his hoodie. He wore a spiked black leather belt around his waist and had a Billy Talent flat-brim cap on his head that he'd bought at a concert last year.

His bag clinked slightly with his mischief makers: he'd brought some eggs, a couple of overripe tomatoes, and some water-soluble spray paint. He didn't want to get in any real trouble, he just wanted to humiliate that high-whore maid the way he'd felt humiliated. Trying to get in the buyer's entrance earlier, he'd been rebuffed even before the front door and asked for his ID. Standing there in front of everyone else who was admiring maids on display, or chatting with the welcome maids, he got a dressing-down from this

piece of property

about how he had to 'follow the rules,' '

What a cunt. She won't feel so high and mighty when she's got to wash the graffiti I'm going to make on the windows...

'

True, it wasn't like he'd had

the money

to buy a maid, but neither did a lot of the people who came to window-shop. He'd only been turned away because, as she had said: "In the eyes of the law, you are still a little boy." At that he'd stormed off, pushing every frowny face button he could reach along the way. Her comment had burned, but he'd show them who could be juvenile...

[...]

Rachael looked up from her evening preparations and opened her work tablet that was flashing orange--a security alert. She had been washing up after getting in late '

Goodness it's after midnight!

' opening the tablet, she was shocked to find the little ruffian from earlier having returned in the dead of night, and up to no good no less! She'd gotten a briefing on him from

first

the welcome maid,

then

the Maid of The House. It seemed like some people just had no patience whatsoever. Pity, all he had to do was return the next morning and he'd have been welcomed inside.

She had no time for either such petty vengeance or such juvenile behaviour. She managed an establishment for genteel men, ladies, and more to purchase slaves of the highest order of training. She did not run a daycare, nor did she enjoy dealing with the childish behaviour of some of the young men that tested her patience.

'

Well, it is after midnight, I suppose he's 21 now. He wanted inside so bad? Perhaps we should let him...

' she thought to herself as she released the magnetic lock on the side door fire exit. The magnetic lock kept the spring-loaded door tight shut, so releasing it usually meant it would pop open a little and she'd have to send someone to shut it properly--and she would, later.

Meanwhile, she sent a message to the Maid of The House informing her of the situation and telling her to follow defensive intake procedure 2-C, enslave him under the standard protocols, and get him into obedience training ASAP.

[...]

"Oh

him

," was all the Maid of The House said as she saw the notifications coming through her tablet. She'd been cozy in bed, with the girls all bedded down when she'd been woken by her owner. It seemed the side door had already been opened, and she was to engage protocol 2-C for defensive enslavement.

Trespassing was a crime, so trespass at a slave auction centre could be punishable by immediate processing. The standard term for non-theft intrusion indenture was 2 years, 4 additional years if anything was deemed stolen, and possible lifetime indenture if the intruder was found to have criminal or abusive intent towards the slaves.

That was assuming he didn't sign anything more once they'd started to work on him... Protocol 2-C was appropriate only for when the building was empty of free persons--other than the trespassers, of course. Everyone

supposed

to be in the building at this hour was a slave to the premises. Security patrols wouldn't come unless summoned and MaidSlaves had their own way of

persuading

intruders to behave themselves.

She tapped the facility intercom system and pushed the bright pink button, then tapped through the administrative authority check. A small tune chiming from the tablet indicated the subliminal maid program associated with protocol 2-C was already playing. If she strained at the intercom, she could

just

make out that it was making noise, but she'd long since absorbed her maid training. It wouldn't change any of the inventory they had already: they were running a little short and all the maids had been through their initial mindbreaking by the end of last week. Unless he was very strong-willed, even if he managed to escape the facility, the interloper in their midst would likely leave forever changed.

The entry level program was full of messages about behaving like a good maid, about respecting MaidSlaves, and about obeying the Maid of The House. It was also crammed with little messages about cleanliness, orderliness, and the joys of obedience. Rounding out the messaging were the truly dangerous ones: 'you might enjoy a collar,' 'isn't making choices hard?', 'what's through this door?', and '

Only

maids belong here. If I am not a maid I do not belong--am I a maid?...'

The last one was truly subversive. The feeling of 'not-belonging' is something universally detested. Even those who reject the culture they find themselves in, revel in finding others who share their views. Passing on to the subject the notion that they don't belong was deeply triggering to the psyche. Simultaneously offering them a path to belonging was truly mind breaking.

All the inventory had already had their minds broken, but the effects would start to take effect on--well, whatever his name was--soon. If he was lucky, the drive to be obedient, to respect MaidSlaves, would simply compel him to leave. If he left promptly, protocol would be to let him go; it wasn't worth the trouble and he might be back later, and better behaved. If he stayed, he'd break a law sooner or later and he'd return them a tidy profit in exchange for his transgressions.

For now, she'd let him roam about and 'tie his own noose' as it were. Maid 0202 groaned, she wouldn't get any sleep tonight keeping an eye on this idiot, but maybe she'd get rewarded if she turned him out beautifully. She set a timer for 20 minutes and set the tablet to alert her to any rooms he might open and tried to catch a few more winks of sleep.

[...]

He almost dropped everything he was carrying when he espied the door open a crack. Clearly unalarmed, the door was ever so slightly ajar into the walkway in front of the display cases. Eerily empty, the darkened display cases were devoid of their usual submissive display of waiting maids begging to be sold. Their cavernous emptiness seemed to call to him through the door crack, as though some unseen siren song bid him enter.

He couldn't believe his luck. '

Have to be 21 and older, eh? Well look whose birthday passed at midnight. Won't let me in? We'll see about that...

' He gently pushed the open door wider open, listening for alarms or shouts of anger. When he heard nothing, he slipped quietly into MaidSlaves, the door snapping fully shut behind him with a metallic click that sounded like a lock. Brushing away the idea, he focused on the new mischief he was going to make.

He felt like his original plan just didn't fit the golden opportunity he'd been presented with. He wanted to find a way to embarrass them, screw with something that would ruin a sale or something... '

Well, might as well look around and see what I can find...

' His plan of just making a mess of the outside seemed, well, a little juvenile now that he thought about it.

Walking the length of the long hallway, he realized none of the doors were labelled, but each one was finished in its own unique way. Leather, satin, velvet, buttons & upholstery, or shiny black plastic: every door was custom-made to suit the interior. Tony couldn't guess what most of the interiors could be, and the few doors he tried seemed locked tight.

Looking at the pristine nature of the hallways, and the crips lines everywhere, he suddenly felt bad about his original plan, '

That would have made

such

a mess... It would be a shame to have MaidSlaves looking

un

clean...

' Shaking his head, he looked at his bag of mischief and decided to place it in the trash bin at the end of the hall. He was just cresting on the idea of '

Maybe I should just leave...

' when underneath one of the doors he saw an eerie blue glow emanate from the thin gap underneath.

His curiosity getting the better of him, he tried this door only to find it unlocked. It looked like a relatively ordinary powder-blue office-type door this time, far tamer than some of the others he'd passed already. Pushing it open with only a faint groan of the hinges, Tony found himself in an ordinary-looking conference room. There were a few chairs, a table, a large mirror, and a bin of what might've been maid collars.

The blue light, it seemed was coming from a pair of hexagons on the floor in front of the mirror. Around their perimeter the blue light gleamed bright from what Tony recognized as some of the greatest holoprojectors money could buy! A green LED blinked from a tablet on the table, '

Yo! Some dumb bitch left it connected!

' Tony couldn't believe his luck as he tapped the tablet screen twice and it came to life. '

It's not even locked!

'

The app seemed to be designed to allow you to customize your ideal maid '

Nifty!..

' he tapped the 'Let's Get Started!' button and their default maid seemed to sprout out of the hexagon on the floor. He gasped, the lifelike nature was striking. Apart from a slight blue-ish hue, you could swear the maid was about to walk off the platform and curtsy for you.

A sinister thought came to his mind. '

You know... Fucking with their defaults is

exactly

the level of mischief I came here to do. It'll be embarrassing, it'll be awkward, it'll take time to fix... but ultimately fixable. It's perfect.

' He quickly went through the poorly-secured settings and found the default settings. He might not have been a cybersecurity expert, but navigating computers had always come more naturally to him than others. '

Not my fault I'm smart.

'

Just before he hit the 'Edit Default' button, he was struck with a strange sense that he should leave it alone, that MaidSlaves deserved his respect, but he shook it off and tapped the touch screen. A series of sliders appeared on his screen next to a cartoon depiction of the projection that was in front of him. '

OK, now, what's going to shock a customer that comes in here?...

' he asked himself as he set about first adjusting the wardrobe.

He got rid of the satins and traditional uniforms and went deep into the settings to configure a whole new getup. On her torso was a halter-top hoodie in charcoal grey, exposing her toned midriff; the hoodie was finished with black and pink striped piping and there was a large black 'M' on the front with a small pink kitten clinging to one side. The hood itself had its own cat ears, but for now the hood hung back. Next, he changed her hair colour from the platinum blonde and wavy to a punky electric purple in a sort of pixie cut that was deliberately messy. He added a skull & crossbones in plastic riveted around the perimeter of the typical MaidSlaves collar.

Taking another look at the face, he added pale foundation, dark purple lipstick, black eyeshadow, but he felt there was a missing touch. Delving deep into the code structure again he found the base structure he needed to code a simple tattoo on her face, a hollow five-pointed rocker star appeared on her cheek. Smiling, he quickly found the coding for a pair of ear plugs in lieu of the diamond studs she'd been sporting. It didn't take him much longer to add a belly piercing with a cute diamond and a black enamelled-steel bunny dangling down, visible on her exposed belly.

Looking to the hands, he frowned at the white satin gloves she still bore and changed them to a pair of fingerless mesh gloves closing at the wrists with a spiked leather band, to them he added a slew of rings and bangles to bling-out the look. He made the belt a riveted rocker pink leather belt as well to match. He changed the fingernails to a collection of white and black block colours in a variety of patterns: checkered, black with white skull, and solid colours with garish pink lightning bolts going through the middle. It made her hands look busy and asymmetrical, but clearly decorated with exquisite care.

The skirt he changed from it's default black satin to a washed-out black denim wrap skirt with frayed edges pinned with oversize safety pins. A pair of chains looped around the back of her skirt giving her hips a punky jingle to their sway. He swapped out the standard satin apron for a comically mini one wrapped around the skirt only in white cotton. The legs he changed from their delicate white silk stockings to a pink fishnet pattern leading down into a pair of black boot heels that were artfully loose.

As for underwear... He quickly selected black PVC undergarments. Push-up bra, crotchless panties, but he hesitated on the garter belt. Deciding it ruined the lines he'd been looking for, he decided to cancel the garter belt altogether and added a lace stay-up detail to the fishnet stockings instead. He added a black washed-out denim tiny handbag with oversized expansive cargo pouches on the outside to complete the outfit, punk rock band pin-on buttons bedazzled the outside as the projection shifted and shimmered.

Looking the maid up and down, he was satisfied with the wardrobe choices he'd picked. No way a customer was coming in for

this

as the standard model... Yet there were so many options other than just clothing! He could change her breasts, her attitude, even her intelligence! '

Let's see here...

' He turned the intelligence down to a ditzy below-average level and turned up the bratty-ness. He turned down the independence part of the willpower setting but turned up the sex drive before he was done. Obedience he turned down to its minimum level, and then turned to the physical characteristics.

He was having fun sliding the breast sizes up and down when he bottomed out the slider and was prompted with a message.

"You have bottomed out a secondary sexual characteristic, would user like to investigate other gender modes? YES/NO"

Curious, Tony pushed "YES" and smiled at the dropdown menu. Laughing, he selected what he thought was the funniest choice and hit confirm on "Enter FEMMEBOI Mode?" He giggled to himself as the projection shimmered. The changes were subtle, but obvious to anyone looking, and of course he turned to customize the genitals down to something cute, petite, and... '

Ahh there it is!

'...caged in a little pink plastic cage too. He went back to the breast slider and put on pert B-cups on the slightly wider chest and tightened up the butt into an athletic tone.

Pushing the screen button that said "ANIMATE?" he watched amused as the holographic projection seemed to wake up. Looking around the room, it found where Tony was standing and shifted in its heels to face him. It stuck its tongue out and made a silly face before blowing him a kiss and passing into a quick curtsy. Tony sat back on the table in the room for a moment, watching his creation.

If he had been truly strong of mind, he might've been able to leave right there. Entering through the open side door wasn't breaking and entering, it was barely trespassing. Monkeying with the default settings could hardly be described as a crime. If he just turned around and walked away, he'd probably go back to an

almost

normal life.

But Tony

wasn't

that strong of mind, nor of will. He'd stayed far too long already. His first wave of doubt over whether he should be touching their machines without permission would have been his first sign, had he been paying attention. Instead, he barely noticed as he turned the projector off, locked and turned off the tablet, and tucked in all the chairs. He was subconsciously leaving the room more orderly than he'd found it.

He looked once around the room he'd just straightened up and smiled at the wave of satisfaction he'd already been programmed to feel at the sight of a nice clean room. Closing the door gently behind him, he decided to keep wandering to see if there was anything else he could manipulate.

[...]

Almost all the other doors were locked, but he finally found one that opened when he twisted the knob. This door was white plastic, shiny, and smelled slightly of hospital-grade antiseptic. Swinging the door wide, he saw a gleaming stainless steel-on-white medical facility, complete with gurneys, monitors, and medical equipment Tony could only guess at the use of.

There were a few 'patients' seemingly sedated behind blue curtains at one end of the room. '

No need to bother them, not like they've done anything wrong.

' But, medical supplies didn't come cheap these days, he remembered, there might be something around here worth taking to ease his own burdens at home.