It Suits Me: Chapter 10 (Patreon)

The next morning was Friday morning. I awoke alone in bed. I opened my eyes and saw Amy standing at attention in the corner. She was dressed in her maid uniform. After I had removed her requirement to clasp her hands behind her back in this room last night, a requirement that remained in place after she became a doll again, I gave her orders to act like a maid robot. She insisted that I treat her like a maid robot the entire day and that she had to “recharge” overnight in the corner. I had not wanted to argue with her.

“Amy,” I said.

She did not respond.

“Maidbot,” I said.

Her eyes opened. “Maidbot ready.” Her voice was slightly mechanical. I hoped that was because she was just making her voice sound that way.

“Clean the whole apartment today. You are not to leave the apartment. You are not to answer the apartment door. You are not to do anything Joel tells you to do except as it applies to cleaning objects in his room. When you are finished for the day, you will store yourself in my wardrobe and power down until I reactivate you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Your day finishes at 8:30 pm whether or not the apartment cleaning is completed.”

“Yes, sir. What about the laundry?”

“Don't do the laundry. Just collect it in the baskets available. We'll deal with that another time.”

“Yes, sir.” She waited a few seconds to see if I had any other instructions. When I did not, she started cleaning the room. I watched her for a moment. Her dorm had not been very clean. Yet here she was cleaning mine and it had been her idea to do so. I shook my head and got dressed for classes.

In the outer room Joel had a load of laundry in a long gym bag sitting near the door. He was eating a toaster waffle.

“Heading out for the weekend again?” I asked.

“Yeah. I'm going to dump my stuff in the car before class and then take off after class.”

“Do you do that laundry or do you get your Mom to do it?”

“Mom would never let me near her washing machine.” He laughed. “Amy still here.”

“Yeah, just leave her alone,” I said. “I think she's enjoying herself.”

“I'll leave her be.”

“No pics or videos either.”

“Spoilsport.”

With a wave goodbye, I went to the cafeteria. I did not see Jessica around. I was not sure if I should reach out to her yet or if I should wait. We did not share any classes on Fridays. If she wanted to avoid me she could. I figured I would just go about my normal day. She could meet up with me if she wanted to. She knew my schedule.

Classes were boring or maybe they weren't. I was busy thinking about what I was going to do with Maria. I really did not want to get involved with fraternity and sorority politics and yet somehow I was already knee deep in them.

At lunch, I saw Maya eating with a few other girls I did not know. She waved at me and I waved back but we did not get a chance to speak. Otherwise, the day was uneventful. I returned to the dorm and found Amy cleaning the bathroom. I did not interrupt her. I figured once she was finished I could ask how her day was. The outer room looked spotless. I don't remember the last time someone polished the coffee table or really scrubbed the kitchenette table clean. The kitchenette counters also looked great and there were no crumbs around the toaster oven.

There was a pile of trash bags presumably full of trash near the door. When she eventually left the bathroom I asked if they were trash and when she said they were I took them to the garbage chute down the hallway near the elevator.

I was in my bed doodling some ideas for dealing with Maria when Amy entered the room. Without a word, she got into my wardrobe and closed the door behind her. I looked at my phone. It was precisely eight-thirty. I laughed about that. I had to remember to release her from the wardrobe after dealing with Maria.

Around nine, there was a knock at the door. Maria was waiting outside. She stepped in quickly. “I can't believe I agreed to come to the Freshman dorm.”

“You must really need my help.”

She took off her jacket. She was wearing a pink and baby blue plaid, button-down shirt open to just below her cleavage with a red push-up bra visible beneath it. The shirt was tied off at the waist revealing her mid-riff. She wore a dark blue pencil skirt that was a bit short, nude translucent hosiery, and a pair of red fuck-me pumps. She breezed into the room, floral perfume wafted from her as she moved. She sat down on the sofa, crossing her legs and allowing her shoe to dangle precariously at the edge of her toes.

I sat down opposite her. “You look lovely,” I said.

“Of course,” she replied. Her makeup was impeccable. The memory of putting my own makeup on made me realize how well she had used several different shades to highlight her eyes and the various combinations of foundations highlighting her cheek bones. The purplish-red lip gloss looked invitingly wet. “So what kind of negotiations are you expecting?” she asked.

“I just don't want to be taken advantage of. I expect more than just tits for tat.” I managed to keep my eyes out of her cleavage, I think, as I said this.

“I see. Well, here's what I'd like. I have two rivals that I need to embarrass. So I need them turned into body suits so my friends can make them do something stupid on cue next Monday.”

“You really know nothing about what I can do, do you?”

“Unfortunately, the logistics of what you do is unknown to me.”

“And unknown to Gerald.”

“If he knows, he hasn't told me.”

“Blow me.”

“What?” she was shocked by my statement.

“You heard me. In exchange for a blow job, right here, right now, and swallowing, of course. I'll turn your rivals into bodysuits and help your friends wear them.”

“That's outrageous.”

“Having your friends wear your enemies' carcasses for your own political gain is outrageous. I'm just getting what I want for what you want.”

“No pictures. No vids.”

“I will not photograph or video record you administering this blow job and swallowing in exchange for turning two people into body suits for you. Deal?” I held out my hand.

She seemed to be weighing something in her mind. “You'll also tell me how you do it.”

“How I turn them into body suits? Sure. Deal?”

She shook my hand.

I took a pillow off the chair and dropped it at my feet. “Do you want me to undo my own belt?”

“No, I wouldn't want you complaining I hadn't done the whole job.”

“I knew you could be reasonable.”

“When will you tell me how you do it.”

“Afterward.”

“Fine.” She knelt down in front of me and performed her part of the deal. Amy was better overall, but Maria had a few moves Amy would probably like to find out about. I was kind enough to warn her of my impending release. She grunted and soon she was silent and still. I ruffled her hair and pulled myself out of her frozen mouth. Her immobile eyes expressed utter and complete shock.

“Bonus, you now know how I turn people into dolls. Don't say I never gave you a bonus.”

I pushed her back onto her heels and got up. Putting my pants back on, I considered how to proceed. Getting to this point had happened faster and easier than I had expected. After spending all day thinking about this moment, it was here and I was not sure what I wanted to do.

“Maria, swallow anything left over in your mouth and then sit yourself back down on the chair. You can close your mouth, too.”

She did as instructed.

“Answer my questions to you fully, completely, and truthfully, without guile or raising your voice excessively. What were you hoping to do here?”

“I was hoping to seduce you and find out your secrets.”

“And now what are you hoping?”

“That you'll let me go. I won't tell anyone what I know. I promise.”

“Too late for that. Who is your owner?”

“You are.”

“Think about that and how quickly you answered that question. Think about how you are now a possession. A thing. I can tell you to crawl under my bed and stay there the rest of the semester and you will. Happily. In fact, smile. Be happy.”

Her face lit up with a lovely smile.

“How do you feel?”

“Happy.”

“Do you really?”

“Yes.”

“Scary isn't it?”

“No. I'm not scared. I should be but now I'm happy.”

“Okay, enough fun. Let's get down to business. Here in this room you are not to speak loudly and you are to only speak the truth. But within that context you are able to speak freely. You are otherwise unable to move.”

“What are you going to do to me?” She asked as flatly as she could, but some fear crept in.

“Not much. You have ambition. Nothing wrong with that. You've just acquired a silent partner. I'll help you gain power in your sorority as promised last night. It's just that you won't hold that power by yourself.”

“So, I'm your puppet?”

“Basically. But only you and I will know that. To the rest of the world you are the master manipulator you've always wanted to be.”

“And what do you get?”

“You and anyone else I desire in your house. Don't worry. I'm not looking for a harem or anything like that. Just like I'm not going to have you knock on every door in this dorm and offer yourself to every pimple-faced freshman you meet either, for example.”

Though she was still smiling, fear and anger were in her eyes.

“Oh, you don't have to smile. That's starting to get creepy. When not alone with me, you cannot talk about our arrangement. Before I forget, did you tell anyone to call or text you or check up on you like an escape hatch for a blind date?”

“Libby is going to stop by at ten o'clock.”

“Who's Libby to you?”

“Libby is a good soldier and very book smart. She's a mathematics major. I bounce a lot of ideas off her. She'll probably be good for impersonating Diana Rosdahl.”

“I have another twenty minutes. Tell me, based on your current instructions, if I were to tell you to act normally with your current restrictions in place, how would you try to inform someone I have power over you?”

“I could write stuff down. I could tell a story about a friend in a similar circumstance as long as I told them it was for a friend.” She seemed mad at herself for speaking.

“I know that was mean.” I said. I spent some time closing those holes and a few others. I also gave her instructions for when Libby arrived. Eventually, there was a knock at the door. I opened the door.

A gorgeous blond girl dressed casually in jeans and T-shirt was standing there. “Is Maria here? She said she might be here.”

“Come in, Libby. We're expecting you.”

“Oh, okay.”

Maria was sitting on the sofa, legs crossed – I had asked if she had any secret codes involving body language and found out if Maria were sitting with her legs together, Libby would know something was up – and Libby visibly relaxed as she came in and sat beside her.

I sat opposite them. “You are going to impersonate Diana, I hear.”

“I don't know the details,” Libby said looking back and forth between Maria and me. “But yes, somehow you can help with that.”

“Yes, I can turn someone into a wearable body stocking. I know that sounds crazy. I'm going to demonstrate that for Maria right now. Do you mind becoming a body stocking someone else can wear?”

She looked at Maria again, who nodded and said, “He says I can't really observe how it works if he demonstrates with me. Besides, if you become a body suit, you might gain insight into wearing a body suit.”

“That makes sense,” she said looking back to me. “What do I do?”

“It's really quite simple. Lean forward.” As she did, I leaned forward and before she knew what was happening, I kissed her on the lips.

“What?” she leaned back shocked.

“That's all there is to it,” I said. “Squeeze her wrist, Maria.”

Maria took Libby's arm and closed her hand around her wrist. “Holy!”

“This feels weird,” Libby said. “Like I'm full of air or som--”

Maria pulled on Libby's arms and pulled the body suit out of its clothing. “This is amazing. The fabric is kind of like Lycra but translucent like nylon. Can I wear her?”

“You could, if you were human. We still have to make you human again.”

“Don't tell me I have to blow you again.”

“That would be fun. But, no, it wouldn't restore you. Actual intercourse restores you to human form.”

“Of course.”

“You will enjoy it. As a sex doll, it's kind of your whole raison d'être.”

“Now I'm intrigued,” she said. “But what about her?”

“Good point.” I started taking my clothes off. “I'll put her on. That will also give me access to her memories.”

“It will?”

“Oh, you really did not do your homework. Libby will understand once I get her on.”

And then I was Libby. I looked through Libby's mind looking for someone who might be coming by to check on her. When I glanced at Maria, I realized Libby was in love with her. It was not as overpowering as Sandra being bonkers for Danny. But, I wanted to please her.

“That is uncanny,” Maria said. “You look exactly like her. Where's your junk?”

“Everyone asks that. I have no idea.”

“It's funny. You said I didn't do my homework. Did you do any research? Arctic Armadillo.”

Suddenly, my eyes closed. My head drooped forward and I could not move.