Author's Note: This Story was commissioned by my wonderful patron qxvw198 who has written his own nice smut that you can read here https://mcstories.com/Authors/qxvw198.html

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“Look, I know you get tired after class, but leaving your dirty dishes in the sink is gross and makes the kitchen stink. I'm not your maid,” Lisa lectured to her hapless roommate.

Mike shrugged. “I didn't think it was a big deal. I was gonna do it after some rest.”

“Mike, those dishes have been there for a week,” she replied with a scowl. “Look, clean up after yourself, or I'm gonna start considering moving out. You are a great friend, but a pretty lousy roommate. Anyways, I've got to go to yoga now.”

Mike stared with a frown as the beautiful redhead turned and walked out of the apartment. As the saying goes, he hated to watch her go but loved to watch her leave, her bountiful bubble butt swaying in those tight yoga pants. It was a blessing to live with someone who provided all the eye candy he could want.

It was also a curse. Mike had known Lisa since high school and had harbored a crush on her the entire time he had known her. The feeling was not mutual with her. She made that clear when they moved in together, and continued to make it clear when she brought over her various lovers.

They all had the ‘it’ factor Mike lacked, it seemed. They were all active, fit, and ready to party. Mike was a reserved bookworm who spent his free time gaming on his apartment couch.

Mike sighed as he slumped back on the couch, grabbing his controller, and turning the console on. “Maybe it's better if she moves out,” he muttered to himself. “No more impromptu tutoring sessions. No more sleepless nights hearing her scream Brad, whoever's name. No more calling me a perv when she walks around in her underwear. I can live with that,” he continued, nodding to himself.

It wasn't true. If she left him, he'd be well and truly alone. The last time he socialized was in high school. Of his small circle of friends, few went to the same university, and only Lisa remained when he opted for his master's. Plus, there was that nagging, irrational hope that one day he could finally turn his crush into his girlfriend. Or maybe at least get a pity fuck when they graduated.

Mike hopped into a multi-player lobby and watched as the time ticked down til his next game.

*knock knock knock* 

Mike's head turned to the front door of the cozy apartment. He scanned the table to see if Lisa had left her keys behind by accident. Finding no keys, he sighed and backed out of his game's lobby and made his way to the front door.

Opening it, he found a chipper-looking deliveryman in a Christmas hat standing with a package. He was unusually short, only four feet tall by Mike's estimation.

“Christmas delivery!” The man said in an overly chipper voice.

Mike raised an eyebrow. “I wasn't expecting to get any gifts. You sure you got the right house?”

The man looked down at the package label. “You're Michael Johnson, correct?” 

Mike nodded.

“Then I got the right guy! Just sign here for your gift!” The deliveryman replied, holding a clipboard with a list and pen out to Mike.

Mike took the clipboard and signed his name on the paper. “So uh, who is this gift from?”

“Santa, of course!” The deliveryman answered with a wink. “You've been such a good boy this year, he wanted to treat you!”

The deliveryman handed the package to Mike, who took it from him hesitantly.

“Uh, thanks,” Mike said as he stepped back into the apartment.

“You're welcome and Merry Christmas!” The deliveryman exclaimed as the door to the apartment closed.

Mike shook his head as he walked to the kitchen counter. “Weird,” he muttered as he grabbed a pair of scissors. With a swift cut, the tape holding the cardboard parcel split open. 

Mike's eyebrow raised as he pulled the small box open. Inside was an ornate container of some kind, with an old-fashioned key sticking out of the back and a metal latch on the front. Mike took the gift and undid the latch. The container popped open, revealing a small figure of a red-headed woman dancing in the middle, the lid containing a mirror.

“A music box?” Mike questioned aloud. He ran his hands over the key and twisted it. A metallic clunk emanated from the box, and the dancer began to spin, as strange music filled the room.

Mike watched transfixed as the strange figure moved. The more he looked at her, the more her expression seemed off, the happy gaze seeming vacant rather than buoyant.

“Strange. Who would send me something like this?” Mike asked, grabbing the packaging. The label read his name, but where a sender name and address were just said Santa and North Pole.

Mike shrugged and went back to his game. The music box continued to play for a few more minutes and was promptly forgotten about. Hours passed as Mike settled into his usual Saturday routine, gaming, eating, and studying. After his lunch, he dumped his dirty plate in the sink and promptly forgot that as well. Mike was in the middle of a game when the front door lock clicked open.

“Hey, I'm back,” Lisa called as she walked into the apartment.

Mike shot a glance at the stunning redhead. “Oh, hey! How was yoga?”

“A workout as usual,” Lisa replied with a smile. “And I am just famished.”

Lisa walked into the kitchen, and instantly her smile was wiped from her face. “Mike, seriously? We talked about this 3 hours ago.”

“Fuck!” Mike groaned. “I'm sorry, I completely forgot.”

“Well, I’m not cleaning that up this time,” Lisa said, rolling her eyes. Her gaze froze as she saw the music box sitting open on the counter. “What’s that?”

“Oh, uh, some weird delivery guy dropped it off. He said it was my gift from Santa and then left,” Mike replied as he scored a headshot on his game.

“Aww, it's cute! The dancer looks a little like me, doesn’t she?” Lisa said as she looked into the box with a big grin and eyes full of wonder.

“Sure, I guess,” Mike replied absentmindedly, still focused on his match.

“Now, how do you start dancing, pretty lady?” Lisa cooed as she turned the key with great trepidation.

Mike heard the music start, shuddering as its strange tenor filled the room, but remained focused on his game. After several command posts taken and enemies slain, his multiplayer match finished. With a sigh, he backed out of the lobby and got up from the couch, ready to clean the dishes in the sink. As he turned to the kitchen, he froze.

Lisa stood silently, gently swaying to the music playing. Her expression was a blank stare as she stood statuesque and silent. The sight sent a chill down Mike’s spine as he rushed over to his roommate.

“Wow, Lisa, hello? Are you alright?” he yelled, waving his hands in her face. The blank stare ahead remained, but her lips began to move.

Lisa didn’t respond, and her eyes didn’t even seem to acknowledge his presence.

“Lisa, snap out of it!” Mike cried, grabbing her and shaking the woman violently.

In that moment, the music box fell silent. Lisa slowly blinked as Mike freed her from his grasp and stepped back, perplexed. With a blissful sigh, Lisa opened her eyes.

“That was such a lovely song. I dunno who gave you that, Mike, but I think it's cute! Can I put it in my room?”

Mike stood aghast. “Lisa, you were zoned out for like a few minutes just now. Now you are just acting like it's no big deal?”

Lisa shrugged, shooting Mike a heartmelting smile. “I dunno what to say, Mike. Good music just does that to me, I guess. I wanna listen to it again.”

Before Mike could respond, Lisa bent over and turned the key to the music box again, which whirred to life, emitting the same haunting notes. Lisa immediately returned to her swaying pose, staring vacantly ahead.

“Lisa, why are you fucking with me?” Mike cried. “Is this because of the dishes? I’m sorry, okay, I was getting up to do them! “

Lisa didn’t answer, continuing to sway to the haunting lullaby coming from the box.

“Fine, if you wanna act like this, I won’t clean my dishes. In fact, how about you do it? I don’t want to do anything with you around, being creepy like this,” Mike said as his expression turned from one of concern to one of anger

Lisa nodded robotically and walked to the sink.

“Lisa, what are you doing?” Mike said with a raised eyebrow. His gaze followed Lisa as she made her way to the kitchen sink. His mouth opened as she took his dirty plate and turned on the sink. The plate was rinsed off quickly, and she began to apply soap to a sponge, humming along with the music box song. The cleaning was thorough, and when she was done cleaning both sides of the plate, she delicately put the plate on the small dishrack with the drying plates from that morning.

She had begun to clean his glass when the music box stopped playing its song. As before, she closed her eyes, mid scrub. With a pleasured sigh, she opened them back up and continued her work.

Mike stared with jaw agape. Lisa turned to him and giggled as if she had just noticed he was in the kitchen with her.

“Mike, I know you like watching women doing housework, but you don’t have to be amazed when I do the dishes.”

Mike shook his head. “Lisa, what are you saying? You hate doing the dishes!”

Lisa laughed. “Yeah, I hate doing the dishes. That’s why I’m here doing them right now,” she replied with a childish, sarcastic tone, as she put the glass on the drying rack.

Mike sighed and rubbed his chin. “I don’t know what point you are trying to make anymore.”

“Ugh,” Lisa groaned, “There isn’t a point, silly. I just like doing dishes. It's kinda therapeutic, you know?”

Mike’s head was a blur. Lisa sounded sincere about everything she was saying now, sharply contrasting her attitude this morning. If she was just fucking with him or trying to teach him a lesson, he couldn’t discern what the message was. The only thing that made sense to him was that the music box had somehow altered her behavior. A grin crept up his face as he looked at the music box, its tiny redheaded dancer standing idle, waiting for the key to be turned again.

“Anyways, if we are done talking about my dishwashing habits, I’m gonna eat lunch,” Lisa said as she walked to their fridge. As she bent over to open it, Mike turned the key to the music box. The familiar eerie tune filled the room, and Lisa stood up, swaying to the music as she had before.

“Okay, Lisa, here’s the deal. For the next twenty-four hours, you are going to consider me the hottest guy in the entire world. You are gonna treat me like a king during that time, and will follow all my instructions to the letter,” Mike commanded as he walked in front of the idle woman. Lisa didn’t respond and simply stood still. 

“My first order is to clean the rest of the kitchen! Make sure when you bend over, you do it at the waist!” Mike commanded giddily at the thought of his roommate's fantastic ass presented to him while she cleaned.

Wordlessly, Lisa got to work. She went to the kitchen closet, put on her cleaning apron and rubber gloves, bending at the waist as instructed, while she gathered the supplies for her task. Mike walked with her and slapped her ass while she was bent over, enjoying her cheeks jiggling in her tight yoga pants.

Lisa had no reaction and went on with cleaning. Mike frowned, expecting her to play along with his fantasy. Lisa just continued her work, only acknowledging his presence when she needed to walk around him. 

Mike sighed. “Maybe she’s stuck in robot mode while the music plays?” he questioned to himself. “Once she gets out of it, though, maybe my 24-hour order will take effect?

Mike walked over to the kitchen table and sat down, observing as Lisa went through her duties. Halfway through mopping the kitchen floor, the music from the box stopped. For the third time, Lisa closed her eyes and sighed. When she reopened them, she continued mopping without any pause, humming to herself.

“So what happened to eating?” Mike asked after clearing his throat. 

Lisa raised her head and looked at him. Mike expected to see some spark of lust in her eyes. Instead, she gave him a polite smile while she kept working. 

“I just thought the floor was a little dirty. You know me, I jumped at the chance to do some mopping!” Lisa said as she rinsed the mop. 

“That seems a little unusual for you, Lisa,” Mike said as he tried to trigger his post-hypnotic suggestion. “Does anything else seem unusual today?”

Lisa laughed. “What do you mean by unusual? I do all the mopping in the apartment. Am I supposed to feel something unusual?”

“I dunno, I thought maybe all this cleaning was because you were trying to give me a treat?” Mike queried.

Lisa looked up at Mike, annoyed. “Look, Mike, if you think I'm doing this because of some awakened feelings for you, then you are wrong. No offense, but you are a slob who doesn't take care of himself. I'm doing this part of the cleaning because I like these specific types of cleaning, but I'm still expecting you to contribute more around the house. Am I clear?”

Mike frowned. “I understand,” he muttered as he got up from the table. “Anyways, I'm going to study in my room.”

“Okay, see you later!” Lisa called after him as he walked into his private sanctum of the shared apartment. Mike flopped back on his bed and stared at the ceiling. 

“The box clearly puts her in some kind of trance, but she doesn't remember anything that happened when she is under its effects,” he whispered to himself, creating a list of the traits he could identify about the box. “She wakes up from the trance and seems to justify whatever it is she is doing.”

Mike shot up from his bed. “No, not justify! She likes what she is doing when she wakes up!” He said, still attempting to whisper but failing. 

For the next 30 minutes, Mike scribbled down commands he could give in his school notebook. Part of him said to take this slow and to drip-feed commands little by little, but another part of him screamed to command her that night. The latter eventually won out in his mind.

He stepped out of his room casually.  He found Lisa on the couch, half-watching reality TV, half-scrolling her phone. 

“Hey,” he said as he walked by, heading straight to the music box.

“Hey, yourself,” Lisa replied. “Do you think you have time to go over the exam topics tonight?”

“Sure thing, Lisa, but first. How about a little music?” He said with a grin as he reached the music box and turned the key.

In an instant, he watched as Lisa began to stare blankly ahead of her. He grabbed the music box and walked to her, taking a seat next to Lisa on the couch.

“Lisa,” He said, trembling with excitement. “You are going to take a shower in your bathroom now, and I am going to join you. You are going to let me wash you as thoroughly as I please.”

Lisa sat silent for a moment and then robotically got up from the couch and walked to her room. Mike fistbumped as he followed behind her with the music box. Mike followed her into the bathroom connected to her dorm, a growing erection pressing against the fabric of his pants.

When the two arrived in the bathroom, Mike could hardly contain himself as Lisa began to strip in front of him. The yoga pants were slid off, her butt bouncing as it came free from its nylon prison. The sports top was next, and before Mike knew it, Lisa was stripping off her sports bra for him. Her lovely C-cup breasts were perky, staying up even without the support, with several cute freckles dotting the skin. Her panties came off next, tossed in the laundry bin, leaving Lisa exposed. Her red hair matched the color of her pussy hair, which was shaved in a cute landing strip. 

Mike didn’t have time to really enjoy the view as Lisa quickly made her way into the shower and turned the hot water knob. “Fuck,” he muttered, placing the music box on the bathroom counter and stripping himself. Before he knew it, he walked into the shower where a blank-faced Lisa held out a washcloth for him. With a grin, he snatched it from her hands. “Turn around for me, Lisa,” he ordered. Lisa obeyed and turned around.

Mike held Lisa close and began running the washcloth over her beautiful form. He groped her breasts roughly with the washcloth, shuddering at the sensation of holding his roommate's breasts for the first time, the bountiful flesh becoming covered in suds as he worked, while the music box provided a haunting soundtrack to his gratification. His erection pressed luridly against his prey’s back, sending waves of pleasure as it rubbed against the silky skin of Lisa’s lower back. Mike squatted and rubbed the washcloth over Lisa’s ass, slapping it roughly as he worked. He grinned as a red mark in the shape of his hand appeared on her ass.

As Mike began to rub his beautiful roommate's crotch, the music box fell silent. Mike trembled as he held the nude body of Lisa close. Two options could happen next. One is that she would be totally okay with her roommate in her shower. The other was that she would wake up, freak out, and probably call the cops. 

Lisa let out a sigh and then tilted her head back, gazing into Mike's eyes. “You mind focusing on my back a little more, roomie?”

“Oh!” Mike exclaimed, “Yeah, sure, Lisa. Whatever you want.”

Mike smirked as he scrubbed Lisa's back. He lathered the silky skin of his gorgeous roommate while she rinsed her front side, humming the familiar tune of the music box.

“Lisa, do you think anything unusual is going on here?” Mike asked with a raised eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” Lisa asked as she turned her head, giving him a look of pure confusion.

“I mean, do you usually have company in your showers?” Mike clarified, gazing into Lisa's eyes.

Lisa smiled. “Yeah, silly, you can reach spots on my back that I can't. Why bother showering if you don't get totally clean?”

 “Yeah, of course, guess I'm just lucky to be invited then,” Mike said with a smirk. 

“Well, don't try and push your luck, mister,” Lisa said playfully. “I'm not going to blame you for getting hard showering with me, but we are still just roommates,” she continued as she turned off the water.

Mike opened the door to the shower. “After you, ma'am,” he said with a polite gesture.

Lisa nodded and walked out of the walk-in shower. “So polite today, Mike,” she cooed as she sashayed to the towel rack, her gorgeous ass swaying with every step. Mike couldn't keep his eyes off it.

“Do you have an extra towel for me?” Mike asked as he stepped out of the shower. 

Lisa shook her head. “Sorry, guess you gotta wait till I'm finished with mine.”

“It's alright,” Mike said with an evil grin, strolling casually to the music box, turning the key. “I like sharing anyway.”

Lisa froze and stood still, her vacant stare causing Mike to chuckle to himself. “This is the best gift I ever gotten. Now, Lisa, how about you dry us both off?”

Lisa nodded and stepped forward, taking her towel and rubbing it on Mike. He grinned as she worked. Her cute breasts jiggled alluringly while she wiped him down. Gently, she grasped his erection and wiped it dry, wordlessly, sending pleasured shudders down Mike’s spine. Soon, however, she finished and stood back in front of him, the music box humming in the background.

“Good work, slave. Now go to your closet and put on your sexiest lingerie for me,” Mike ordered, growing ever more confident in his status as Lisa’s master. Lisa nodded wordlessly and walked out of the bathroom. Mike eagerly followed behind with the music box, enjoying the ass he fantasized about for years swaying for him with every step.

The pair made their way into her bedroom, where Mike sat confidently on the bed, while Lisa dipped just out of sight into her walk-in closet. Mike considered following her, but decided to let himself be surprised by what she put on. Mike looked down at his music box in his lap, staring at the dancer as it spun. He had grown used to the box's melody by now and knew it was about halfway finished.

When he looked back up, and saw Lisa standing in her closet door. Mike’s mouth dropped as he saw his gorgeous roommate in a sexy emerald lace bra, garter belt, and stockings. Her breasts, already perky on their own, pressed together to form a delectable cleavage. Her lower half was framed perfectly by her selection, with no panties getting in the way of Mike’s view. 

“Holy shit, babe, do some modeling for me. And talk dirty to me while you do it,” Mike ordered, taking the music box off his lap, before beginning to stroke himself as he gazed longingly at his roommate.

Lisa did as he commanded, strutting performatively for him. “Like what you see, baby,” she cooed robotically while she groped her ass for Mike, giving him a wonderful view of her pussy.

“Yessssss,” Mike hissed, while pleasuring himself. “God, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

Lisa didn’t respond, continuing to model and talk dirty as the music box song reached its grand finale. As the music stopped, Lisa shuddered and sighed, closing her eyes while her hands seductively groped her breasts. Mike continued stroking himself as Lisa's eyes fluttered open.

Lisa looked at Mike as she awoke from her trance and shot him a confident smile. “Guess that means this outfit is a keeper, stud?” She purred.

Mike nodded, grinning ear to ear. “Yeah, I'd say so, Lisa. I love when you show off your latest lingerie hauls.”

Lisa gave Mike a wink, “Well, the roomie seal of approval is always welcome,” she purred as she walked to the closet. “It's just a little fun modeling. It's not like I'm fucking you or something.”

Mike smirked, “I can fix that,” he mumbled to himself as he turned the key to the music box.

The room instantly filled with the eerie melody, and Lisa froze once again.

Mike leaned back, licking his lips at his roommate standing frozen before him. “Lisa, come over here and suck me off.”

Lisa nodded and wordlessly approached the bed where Mike sat. Without any hesitation, she knelt down, bringing her beautiful face mere inches from Mike's throbbing cock. Without any trepidation, she opened her mouth and lowered herself onto Mike.

“Holy fuck,” Mike groaned as the hot mouth of his dream woman enveloped his dick. It was just as he had fantasized for so many nights. Her head rhythmically began to bob up and down. The plush lips of his dreams made him shudder as they slid down his shaft.

 “Use… use your tongue more,” Mike ordered. Lisa complied immediately, using her tongue to tickle the bottom of Mike's dick while he moaned. Her cute button nose pressed against Mike’s crotch as he watched, utterly entranced by the sight of her. The music filled the room as Lisa worked obediently.

“Fuck,” Mike groaned as the music box entered its final melody. “Lisa… I want you to swallow my load when I come,” he commanded, fighting the urge to climax until the song was about to end. The final notes of the melody began to play, and Mike groaned and flopped back onto the bed while his hands grabbed Lisa’s head and pressed it down as low on his dick as it could go. Spurts of cum erupted from his dick, which Lisa obediently swallowed per his instructions as the music box finished its work. 

Lisa’s eyes closed as Mike came into her mouth, filling the cavity with his semen. After a few seconds, the final ropes of cum filled Lisa’s mouth, and her eyes fluttered open, gazing into Mike’s. She fluttered her eyes at him and removed her head from his dick. Performatively, she swallowed for him.

“That was a lovely snack, roomie,” she purred. “Do you think you can get it up so I can have another?”

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Mike smiled as he watched Lisa, the housemaid, do her work. The outfit he had purchased for her was practically painted on her with how it hugged her delectable curves, and the skirt was short enough to show her gorgeous ass in all its glory every time she bent over. Mike never got tired of watching her bend over, unwittingly exposing her heart-shaped butt plug to him.

In the months that followed the acquisition of the music box, Mike's life had descended into a Buchanal of debauchery. He had conditioned Lisa methodically to satisfy every fetish he could dream of. She lounged around the house in the skimpiest outfits and lingerie, her normal wardrobe relegated to the back of her closet. 

Through several sessions with the music box, her sexual tastes had been made to those of a nymphomaniac, eagerly giving her roommate quickies at the drop of a hat, and eager to indulge his fantasies.

Alas, the one thing Mike had thus far been unsuccessful with had been making her fall in love with him. She still insisted to that day that she was still just his roommate with benefits despite Mike's best efforts. Still, he was quite satisfied with how things had turned out so far. Her body was reduced to a toy for Mike to play with whenever and however he wanted. And play with it he did.

“Monsieur, I am finished dusting off the bookshelf,” she purred in a cartoonish mockery of a French accent, giving him bedroom eyes. “What would you like me to do next?”

Mike smirked and rose from the couch. “Brace yourself against the wall and present your pussy to me,” he ordered. “I want to use my maid.”

“Of course,” Lisa cooed, turning to face the nearest wall and bending over slightly. Her pussy was already visibly moist as Mike approached behind her.

Mike swatted her ass, which jiggled luridly and elicited a moan from Lisa. Mike quickly dropped his pants to the floor and stepped forward, pressing his erection against the eager pussy of his roommate. With an impatient thrust, he entered her.

Lisa squealed with delight as she was filled. “You are so big, master!” She exclaimed as Mike gripped her hips and began to thrust in and out roughly.

Mike's dick twitched as the hot, velvety walls of Lisa's pussy squeezed his dick lovingly. Her big butt bounced with every thrust. Mike couldn't resist the urge to slap it again, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin.

“Who do you belong to slut,” he growled hungrily in Lisa's ear as he took her from behind. 

Lisa moaned before responding. “Yours master. Always yours.”

Mike smirked and thrust deep inside her, eliciting a squeal from his maid. “Good girl. Does my maid want a treat?”

Lisa was panting, and Mike could see her trembling as he bottomed out inside her. He knew she loved it when he rubbed against her G-spot. 

“Pl… please master. Make your maid cum,” Lisa begged. Her legs quivered as Mike pulled her ass to his crotch.

“Hmm, I don't know if my maid deserves to cum,” Mike teased as he felt his own climax approaching. “Do you promise to clean up after yourself if I do?”

Lisa nodded vigorously in response. “Your maid will do anything to cum, master.”

Mike smirked and thrust deeply inside her. Lisa squealed with delight, and her body shivered in Mike's grasp. “Thank you, Master,” she cried out as her pussy milked Mike's dick with vigor.

Mike grunted as his own climax came, coating her insides with his seed, which soon was dripping out of her and landing on the floor.

The two stayed in the position for a moment, both panting and trembling as they came down from their highs. Lisa eventually turned around and pulled Mike into a kiss, which he returned hungrily. Their tongues wrestled playfully until Mike pulled back.

“Lick me clean, slut,” he ordered, which Lisa obeyed with a giggle, squatting and taking Mike's dick in her mouth. Mike sighed happily and looked at the music box, open on the kitchen counter. 

“When you are done, fetch me the music box,” he said. “I have something I want to try.”