Susan Johnson was a partner in a company that sold household robots to do the cleaning and menial housework for their owners. Being one of the most successful robot manufacturers in the field, she was aware of most of the advancements in the field of robots. However, on more than a few occasions she had heard of a local establishment which were now called “Personal Entertainment Centres,” but which were effectively old-style brothels that were using some sort of advanced robot dolls as pleasure bots for customers. The description of these bots was that they were not at all like robots but were soft to the touch and would react to vocal commands, which was something her company had been trying to do but without any success. So she decided she had to find out more and had hatched a plan to do just this.
First, she arranged for herself to go away on a two-month sabbatical to a secret location where she would not be able to be contacted, as a front for her not being around the business. Then she got herself a fake ID and invented someone so as not to arouse any suspicion of her spying, and after a few weeks of planning, she was ready. She left her car at the airport, and after making sure she was seen going into the crowded terminal, she left after putting on a wig and change of clothes in the ladies room.
Pulling up to the entertainment center, which was called ‘Dreamlands,’ she entered the lobby and walked up to the booking-in desk.
At the desk, Susan saw a middle-aged woman of about 45-50 with a good figure wearing a red woolen polo necked sweater, a knee-length black leather skirt, and knee-high black leather boots. Politely coughing to attract the woman’s attention, the woman turned and came over to Susan. “Hello, I was wondering if I could rent a room for the night as my plane has been canceled and I cannot get another flight till the morning,“ asked Susan.
“Of course you can,“ replied the woman, “but tell me, why would you want to stay at an entertainment center?“ she quizzed.
“Well, to be honest, you were the nearest, and as it's only for one night, it doesn’t matter what kind of room it is,“ Susan replied.
“Well, dear, I cannot argue with that, and a room rental is a room rental,” the woman said and continued filling in the register after looking at Susan’s fake ID. She then handed Susan a room data key saying, “The door lock and all of the hotel services can be accessed with this card. I must say that the long leather coat you are wearing is excellent. Was it expensive?“ asked the woman at the desk.
“Yes, it was, it was made especially made for me and is one of a kind,” replied Susan.
“Well, there you are, dear, room 12 on the second floor. Shall I have your bag taken up?” asked the woman.
“No, I can manage, thank you,“ and with that, Susan walked over to the stairs to go to her room while the woman on the desk watched Susan’s long leather coat flap against her legs.
Finding room 12, Susan entered, and put her suitcase on the bed, opened it, and took out a piece of equipment. She started scanning the room until she found a robotic signature coming from behind a door in the wall.
Opening the panel, she found a circular tube or what could be more aptly described as a capsule in the recess behind the door. The capsule was white metal with a smoked glass front panel acting like a door.
Peering in, Susan thought she could make out a figure of some sort. On the right-hand side of the capsule was a small pad with a slot and a keypad, “hmm, this must be to pay for the sex doll to be released for a certain amount of time.”
Going into her bag, she retrieved the credit card, which was in the same fake name she had used to get her fake ID, and had put a few thousand credits on it to use while she was undercover. She put it in the slot and saw on a screen lots of options for the doll, mistress, bondage doll. There was also nurse, maid, and various other options. She chose a bondage doll, and as she didn’t know how long her investigation would take, she rented it for four hours.
On completing the options, another small slot opened, and some sort of control pad about the size of a small computer tablet was slid out. Picking the tablet up, Susan reasoned this must be the control device for the doll; seeing the active button was green, she touched it, and with a small hiss, the smoked front glass panel slid out of the way to reveal the doll in the tube.
Susan stood for a moment, almost lost for words as the doll’s eyes looked so real; regaining her composure Susan took in what the doll was wearing; as she had gone for the bondage doll, it appeared to be wearing a full costume of shiny black rubber, the head and neck was entirely covered by a full face hood, the eyes being covered by black lenses.
In the doll's mouth appeared to be some sort of gag. The doll's dress was long sleeved and high necked with a white number 6 on the left breast, and came to the doll's knees where the black rubber was continued by long tight black rubber boots that Susan assumed were thigh length. Around the wrists and neck were wide rubber belts pulled tight; this was also mirrored at the doll's waist with a 3-inch wide strap. Also, the doll wore tight black rubber gloves, which seemed to start under the sleeves.
Checking the pad again, she saw that the release was green, so she touched it, and the belts retracted into the board which the doll had been leaned against. The doll walked out of the case, looked at her, then stood, at which time a female voice came from the tablet saying, “How may I serve you mistress?” and looked at her. It was then Susan realized the software they were using for these dolls was truly ahead of her own companies’ programs and so got down to work.
After the first hour of being unable to ascertain anything from the doll as she could see no access points, she turned her attention to the tablet. After about another hour, she managed to circumnavigate the security for it and found some more hidden options, one being the codes used to transform the doll through the various options, as well as one to remove current role items.
Susan assumed this meant strip in some way in order for servicing the dolls without a costume. So she managed to activate this, and the doll removed all its clothing which fell to the floor after doing so. Susan picked up the doll's rubber uniform and put it on the bed but found herself stroking the dress as she sat trying to find an access point into the doll's workings.
This was starting to become more of a job than she had thought, and soon she realized she was running out of time, so she went back to the keypad and bought another twelve hours of time. Sitting on the bed trying to figure out the secret to the dolls, she began to find herself thinking about the dolls uniform and how thick yet soft it felt. Scanning the doll, she could no longer find any trace of electrical activity; this she put down to having removed the doll's uniform which had deactivated it.
Why, or even how, the notion of trying the doll's uniform came into her head she did not comprehend; all she did know was that before she knew it, she was sitting on the bed slipping her leg into the legs of the tight black rubber catsuit followed by her arms. And after tucking her hair under the suit and after a few minutes of trying to reach the rear zip she managed to pull the zipper fully up.
Standing up to admire herself in the mirror opposite, she ran her hands over the rubber suit and, without even thinking about it, sat down and began to pull a long rubber boot, then the other. Soon both her legs were encased in the tight black rubber boots. Once this was done, she picked up the elbow-length rubber gloves and slipped them on, forcing her hands into the tight rubber.
“Now for the dress!' She thought.
Picking it up, she found it was knee-length, long-sleeved, and looked very tight. She began to force her arms into the tight rubber sleeves; once her hands were out, she put her head into the black rubber dress and began to work it down over her head and shoulders. Soon she had her head through the neck and was pulling it over her breasts, with a final tug it was around her waist, and soon, it had been rolled down to her knees. Once it was on, she pulled the straps tight on her wrists and tightened the strap belt into her waist.
Looking down, she could see how the light glinting off of the black rubber accentuated her body shape and held her in shape simultaneously.
Thirty minutes later, Susan stood wearing the doll's tight rubber uniform; the dress accentuated her slim figure. The thigh-length rubber boots under the knee-length tight rubber dress helped her stand almost bolt upright; she ran her rubber-covered hands over the tight uniform and felt how soft and smooth it felt.
Standing there looking at her reflection, she could see the number 6 in white on her rubber dress. She picked up the hood, smiled to herself then began to slide it on her head. Getting her long dark hair under the hood was not too much of a problem as she had managed to get most of its length under the shoulders of the catsuit.
Doing so restricted her head movement a bit, but at least she did not have to try to get it under the tight hood, soon she had the hood on and was completely covered in black rubber. Once she has fastened the strap around her neck. She was complete; as she looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror opposite, she saw how the light glinted off her rubber-clad figure.
Reaching down, she picked up the rubber gag and thought that as she was wearing all the other pieces of the sex drones rubber uniform, she may as well try it as well; she inserted the large rubber solid tube into her mouth and slid the strap ends into the buckles on the helmet sides. And pulled it tight. She tried to speak, but all that came out was “munghhhg!!” Oh, this is a really good gag as she again tried to speak.
After she was fully dressed, she bent down and looked again at the doll now that she had been removed from the rubber uniform she now wore.
As she examined it to see how it worked, it looked like an ordinary silicon rubber sex doll with no electronics at all to make it move as told to by the occupant of the room. “How does it move?“ she thought to herself and continued to examine for any signs of equipment in the doll. ”I haven’t got a clue how it works,” she thought to herself and put the doll on the floor and kicked it under the bed to give her some room to stand in. Well, just one more look in the mirror at the new Susan the rubber sex-drone she thought and then remove it all and redress the doll so she could check out later that evening, having found out nothing about how the dolls work for her to use on her own company’s robots.
Suddenly the door opened, “Miss Smith, I thought you might like a copy of our room prices,” the woman from the desk said as she entered the room.
Susan instantly froze in place, not knowing what to say to the woman. Before she could even attempt to think of an excuse, the woman said out loud, “Oh, looks like she has popped out somewhere.” Susan, upon hearing this, felt a slight relief and stood as still as she could, pretending to be the actual doll, not a woman wearing its uniform.
The woman checked the room for a few more seconds and concluded that Susan had indeed gone out.
Walking over to the bed, Susan saw the woman pick up her long leather coat. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.” and was soon wearing Susan’s long leather coat and had buttoned it up and pulled the belt tight. “Now... Oh, she has activated the room drone and left it running. She is wasting a lot of uptime with it just standing there”.
And with that picked up the tablet and clicked a few things, suddenly Susan realized she couldn’t move. ”There now, I will just put it back into storage till she returns.“
Before she knew what was happening, Susan found herself walking towards the tube where she had released the doll earlier. She now realized it was the suit and not the doll that held the secret of the doll.
Susan began to walk towards the capsule, and try as she might, she could not stop herself from walking towards it. Soon she was stepping into it and stood with her feet on the base plate and her arms at her sides.
She then saw the woman touch the tablet again. Soon, the thick rubber straps she had removed from the rubber doll had been applied to her, and she was not able to move at all. The woman then ran her hand over Susan's breasts, ”There now rubberdoll 6, in your tube ready for your next customer.”
All that evening, Susan tried to escape the rubber uniform and restraints, but to no avail, eventually, she drifted off to sleep. She was awoken by the desk attendant coming back into her room and looking around but seeing she was still not there; the woman packed all Susan's things into her cases, took them out of the room, turned off the light, leaving Susan alone in her rubber prison.
How long Susan was there, she could not remember, but she assumed it was a couple of hours at least. As the door opened and in walked the woman from the desk wearing Susan’s long leather coat, but now she had changed her skirt for a full-length tight black leather dress with boots under it and tight black leather gloves.
Behind her came a gentleman of at least 65, Susan thought, wearing what she realized was a long black rubber mac and behind him a large steamer trunk on a small trolley.
“Here you are, Mr. Smith, your usual room,“ she said, “as normal I will give you a ring about 2 hours before your time runs out so you can get packed away,” she added.
“Thank you, Mrs. Cartwright; it is nice to be back again, and if I may say, you are looking even more attractive than ever in your long coat. Is it new?“ he inquired.
“Yes, It was left here by a guest a few days ago. I have put all the things she left in the backroom; I assume she will call back for them shortly, but I had to try this fabulous coat on, “ she added.
“A few days.“ Susan thought it couldn't have been that long, surely not.
“Well, I will leave you to your fun; enjoy your stay, Mr. Smith,“ she said as she left the room.
Looking through her dark box front, Susan saw that once Mrs. Cartwright had left the room, he locked the door and turned to the large steamer trunk. He maneuvered it into position then flipped the catches holding it closed. Swinging it open, Susan saw it contained a chair in the larger half which the man pulled out quite easily as it appeared to be on some sort of rails; in the chair sat a doll, the doll was wearing what appeared to be a maids uniform, but Susan could see it was made from thick black rubber.
A few moments later, the man had unstrapped his doll from its chair. And walked over to Susan’s tube, entering the code from his room card. Susan's tube opened.
“Mmmmm, what a wonderful dolly you are, number 6,” he tapped his room control pad, “follow me rubberdoll,” he said.
She had no choice but to obey and soon was standing near the doll in the chair. “Remove your dress doll 6.” She did as she was told and soon stood in the catsuit and other parts of the uniform.
“Now, number 6, I want you to remove the maid's dress and apron and cap from my doll here. And put your doll's dress with the number 6 on my doll” she, of course, did as requested.
“Now place my doll on the bed,” he added.
“Oh my, thank god he has realized I'm not a doll and is going to release me,” she shouted in her mind as she returned to the man.
“Good, well done as far as anybody is concerned number 6 is on the bed, now then number 6 you will now dress in the rubber maids uniform and sit in the rubber maids chair”.
Susan did not believe what she had heard at first, but soon she was slipping on the tight rubber maids dress, rubber apron, and cap. Once she had done this, she sat in the chair in the box, and the man tightly strapped her into it just as the maid doll had been an hour ago.
“Good, now my doll is number 6, and you are my new replacement rubber maid doll. Once I have switched the tablet controllers, no-one will know the difference,” he said as he pulled the maid's straps tighter, “It's a good thing Mrs. Cartwright has not changed the specifications since I bought my rubber doll from her two years ago making it so much easier to swap my broken one for you number 6.”
“Now then, oh yes “ he then removed the chip from the number 6's tablet controller and his maid's controller and swapped them over.
As he was inspecting the doll on the bed, Susan saw him glance down, and a quizzical look came over his face. Bending down, Susan saw him pull the actual doll number 6 from under the bed.
“What the?” his voice trailing off as he spoke, looking at the doll in the storage tube and then the doll on the bed, then he looked at Susan.
“I wonder,“ he said, picking up the tablet; he tapped it and finally Susan could move again. She began to try and get off the chair, but he had strapped her to it very tightly indeed.
Walking over to her, he said, “oh my,“ a smile beaming from his face, ”I assume you are the woman that Mrs. Cartwright said had left all her things here, so you came here to try on one of the dolls uniforms maybe to see how it felt to be a rubber bondage doll.”
“Well, who am I to stop you doing something you want to do, so, as you are already missing, and I came here to get a replacement for my broken rubber maid doll, I am going to take you as a replacement for the broken doll, so you are now my rubber bondage maid. Mmmm… but first…“ he added.
He walked back over to the broken doll under the bed, brought it over to the trunk and forced it into the other side of the open trunk. “I think it will be better if this is not found, don’t you agree, rubber maid,“ he said as he touched the tablet, and once again, Susan was locked solidly into a sitting position.
Pushing Susan into the trunk, she heard him call Mrs. Cartwright into the room.
“My dear Mrs. Cartwright,” he began, “There seems to be something wrong with number 6; it just stopped working and fell onto the bed.“
Hearing this, Mrs. Cartwright began to try to start the doll again, but it would not start.
“Maybe this explains why that woman left in such a hurry and never returned; she must have done something to the doll,” she said somewhat irately.
“That would appear to be the case, my dear. I assume you won't be seeing her again in a hurry. Did she leave a forwarding address?” he inquired.
“No, she did not, and even worse, I have found out the ID she used was fake; the only thing in my favor was she had put quite a lot of cash onto the dolls storage unit, so at least I will not be out of pocket too much after I have repaired the damage she did to the doll,” she said as she manhandled the broken doll into the vacant tube and closed it.
“Well, Mr. Smith, I can do nothing about it at this moment, but I will refund your fees, and next time you visit, it will be on the house,” she added and left the room.
“Oh my, a false ID you really did want to be a rubber doll, don’t you, all this so no-one will find you. I don’t know how you planned to get rid of the doll you replaced in the tube, but all that doesn’t matter now, does it, rubber maid,” he added as he secured his rubber maid doll back into its trunk.
He then rang down to the front desk and arranged for his pick-up to take him and his new rubber maid doll back home. As the trunk was closed and she was plunged into darkness, Susan thought about how well she had made her going away look, no-one would even think anything was amiss until she was overdue from her sabbatical, and who knows where she would be by then
Alt ending
“Miss Smith, I thought you might like a copy of our room prices,” the woman from the desk said as she entered the room.
Susan instantly froze in place, not knowing what to say to the woman, but before she could even attempt to think of an excuse, the woman said out loud, “Oh! Whatever is going on here! Why have you stripped one of our drones?! And more to the point why are you wearing its rubber uniform?”
“I...I ermm..” she stammered.
“Well, out with it!!“ the owner said.
“I was intrigued as to how they worked,“ she quickly replied.
“Well, that's easy to show you,“ she said, picking up the tablet and swiping a few times across it. “There now you know,” she said, putting down the tablet.
As she said this, Susan realized she could not move; she stood bolt upright with her arms at her sides.
“What have you done?” Susan shouted, “I can't move.“
“Of course, you can't move. I have removed you from the user's list, so it has put you back into house control,” she answered.
“House control, what does that mean?” Susan blurted out.
“Let me show you..” and with that, she picked up the tablet and typed in a few commands.
Susan found herself approaching the bed where she picked up the hood then began to slide it on her head. “My god, no please don't make me do this,“ she said.
Getting her long dark hair under the hood was not too much of a problem as she had managed to get most of its length under the shoulders of the catsuit. Of course, doing so restricted her head movement a bit, but at least she did not have to try to get it under the tight hood. Soon she had the hood on and was completely covered in black rubber, once she had fastened the strap around her neck.
Reaching down, she picked up the rubber gag, inserted the large rubber solid tube into her mouth, and slid the strap ends into the buckles on the helmet sides. And pulled it tight. She tried to speak, but all that came out was “munghhhg!!”
“There you are, now you know what house control means,” and walked back over to the bed.
Susan saw the woman pick up her long leather coat, “I’m sure you don’t mind, do you” and was soon wearing Susan’s long leather coat and had buttoned it up and pulled the belt tight. And with that, she picked up the tablet and clicked a few things.
Suddenly Susan realized she couldn’t move. ”There now, I will just put you back into storage.“
Before she knew what was happening, Susan found herself walking towards the tube where she had released the doll earlier. She now realized it was the suit and not the doll that held the secret of the doll.
Susan began to walk towards the capsule; try as she might she could not stop herself from walking towards it, soon she was stepping into it and stood with her feet on the base plate and her arms at her sides.
She then saw the woman tap the tablet again; soon, the thick rubber straps she had removed from the rubber doll had been applied to her, and she was not able to move at all.
The woman then ran her hand over Susan's breasts, “There now you are rubberdoll 6 in your tube ready for your next customer.”
All that evening, Susan tried to escape the rubber uniform and restraints, but to no avail, eventually, she drifted off to sleep. She was awoken by the desk attendant coming back into her room and packed all Susan's things into her cases, took them out of the room, turned off the light, and left Susan alone in her rubber bondage.
How long Susan was there, she could not remember, but she assumed it was a couple of hours at least. As the door opened and in walked the woman from the desk wearing Susan’s long leather coat, but now she had changed her skirt for a full-length tight black leather dress with boots under it and tight black leather gloves.
Behind her came a gentleman of at least 65, Susan thought, wearing what she realized was a long black rubber mac and behind him a large steamer trunk on a small trolley.
“Here you are, Mr. Smith, your usual room, “she said.
“Thank you, Mrs. Cartwright, it is nice to be back again, and if I may say, you are looking even more attractive than ever in your long coat. Is it new?“ he inquired.
“Yes, It belonged to doll number 6 before she became a rubber doll, and as she won't need it anymore, I decided to keep it,” she said, moving towards Susan.
“Ah yes, the woman you have made into one of your rubber dolls,” he quipped as he followed the woman over to Susan.
Susan watched as her pod opened and the couple stood in front of her.
“My word Mrs. Cartwright, she does make a wonderful rubber doll,” he said, stroking her rubber-clad body.
“As soon as I saw her in the rubber uniform, I knew she was exactly the kind of woman you liked, and I remembered you said your rubber maid doll had broken and you would have to replace it. So I phoned you to ask if you wanted to buy her as a rubber maid replacement,” she said all the while smiling at Susan.
At the mention of replacing a maid doll and, even worse, being sold, Susan began to try to move but of course to no avail.
“Well, I will leave you to get on with it, Mr. Smith,“ she said as she left the room.
Once she had left, he then turned to the large steamer trunk. He maneuvered it into position then flipped the catches holding it closed. Swinging it open, Susan saw it contained a chair in the larger half, which the man pulled out quite easily as it appeared to be on some sort of rails. In the chair sat a doll, the doll was wearing what appeared to be a maid's uniform, but Susan could see it was made from thick black rubber.
A few moments later, the man had unstrapped his doll from its chair and walked over to Susan's tube, entering the code from his room card; the tube opened.
“Mmmmm, what a wonderful dolly you are, number 6,” he tapped his room control pad, “follow me rubberdoll,” he said.
She had no choice but to obey and soon was standing near the doll in the chair. “Remove your dress doll 6.” She did as she was told and soon stood in the catsuit and other parts of the uniform.
“Now, number 6, I want you to remove the maids dress and apron and cap and the rubber wig from my doll here, and put your doll's dress with the number 6 on the bed.” She, of course, did as requested.
“Now place my doll on the bed,” he added, “now then number 6, you will now dress in the rubber maids uniform and sit in the rubber maids chair”.
Susan tried to resist the suit, but soon she was slipping on the tight rubber maid's dress, rubber apron, and the black rubber wig cut in a classic bob cut then the cap on top of the wig. Once she had done this, she sat in the chair in the box, and the man tightly strapped her into it just as the maid doll had been an hour ago. Pushing Susan into the trunk, she heard him call Mrs. Cartwright into the room.
“My dear Mrs. Cartwright,” he began, “thank you for selling me this wonderful rubber doll to replace my broken one. but won't people come looking for her when she doesn't return?” he inquired
“No, I do not think so; the ID she used to rent the room is false, so she intended not to be found or tracked. Also, her credit card is fake with just a few thousand pounds on it that will allow me to repair your old maid doll,” she said as she manhandled the broken doll into the vacant tube and closed it.
“Oh my, a false ID you really did not want anyone to know whatever it was you were up to. But all that doesn’t matter now, does it, rubber maid,” he added as he secured his rubber maid doll back into its trunk.
Once secured, Mrs. Cartwright came over and had a look at the rubber maid doll. “There now, you are all secured and ready to start your new life as a rubber maid doll.”
She then rang down to the front desk and arranged for his pick-up to take him and his new rubber maid doll back home. As the trunk was closed and she was plunged into darkness, Susan thought about how well she had made her going away look, no one would even think anything was amiss until she was overdue from her sabbatical, and who knows where she would be by then.