Cleaning our apartment had never been this much fun! Every time I wiped down a window or cleared up a mess on the floor, a nice tingly sensation filled my body. It made me all happy, and that made me want to continue. Was there a weird reason I’d been upset about it before? It was hard to remember. The important thing was that I felt good while cleaning, so I continued to clean.

Evidently I was doing a great job because Kay started filming me while I worked. She had her phone out, and she was following me around, recording my actions and the sounds I made. She insisted it was so I could watch later and see how good of a job I was doing. Which made sense to me. Remembering things was hard, so more information was probably better. It would help me out next time.

And help was certainly needed! Changing the bedsheets was frustrating because no matter how many times I turned it, it still looked like they were on wrong. Kay had to keep reminding me that you needed both soap and water on the sponge before scrubbing the floor, and finding where things went gave me a headache. There was also the fact that I kept stopping to rub my pussy. Cleaning the house made me so horny, and the plug in my ass didn’t help either. It was doing… something to my brain. I couldn’t remember what, but Kay said it made me feel good, so I didn’t take it out. I did take off the rest of my clothes though. They kept getting messy, so I took them off and started working nude

It was when I was dusting our memorabilia that I had a breakthrough. Cleaning up felt good, but rubbing my pussy also felt good. I kept alternating between the two, but it was taking a long time to get anything done. I also had to decide which felt nicer, and deciding things was hard. Thankfully, Kay had a wonderful suggestion.

“Why don’t you just do both at the same time? Masturbate yourself while you clean?”

I gasped in surprise. “Oh my gosh you’re so right! I can just do both at once. Kay, you’re such a smartie, aren’t you.” I went back to dusting, but now I was idly fingering myself while doing so. The feeling was incredible. Not only was I getting the joyous sensation that housework brought, but I was sloppily masturbating while doing so. It was a double whammy of fun, and I just couldn’t get enough of it. I was glad for Kay recording the whole thing so I could remember to do the same thing next time.

We spent a while like that. Keeping track of time was too difficult, but it was probably a few hours. I wandered around the house, wearing only my shiny buttplug, doing chores with one hand while the other was plunged into my cunt. I never bothered going too fast. Multitasking was challenging enough, and although I was probably slower than usual, it still felt good. That was all that mattered. Working up the focus to orgasm would have taken too much effort, so I had no problem continuing at my own pace. 

Kay spent most of the time following me around and recording me. Sometimes she laughed, sometimes she gave me tips, and sometimes she started rubbing herself through her clothes. Occasionally she set the phone down and went back to check on the computer. But mostly she was just watching me. 

Eventually I ran out of chores to do. The floors were completely swept, and the mysterious damp spots that kept appearing had been cleared. I’d been in every room, bent over every piece of furniture, and gone through everything my mind could think of. Which wasn’t much to be honest. I turned to Kay, still playing with myself. “What do I do now? Should I start over and begin again?”

Kay walked over to me, wrapping me in a tight embrace. “It’s been fun, but I think that’s enough for now.” She reached behind me, and in one swift motion, she pulled the buttplug out of my ass.

A wave of dizziness washed over me. It was like everything was falling back into place, and my mind was reconnecting all of its circuits. I was back to thinking clearly. It was disorienting at first, but after a moment, my mind was back to normal. Only I had the hazy memories of everything we’d done.

Everything hit me like an icy gust. The way I’d been running around like an idiot, doing all the work for her, and playing with myself the whole time. It was unbelievably pathetic and humiliating to be treated in such a way. Kay looked at me to make eye contact. “You should be back now. Everything okay? Please tell me I didn’t go too far.”

I wrapped her in a gigantic bear hug, crushing her against my tight embrace. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my fucking life,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “I hate you so much.”

Kay laughed, relishing the moment. “I love you too babe.” She pulled away from my embrace. “Now, as fun as that was, you’ve been teasing me all day long. We need some good ol’ fashioned movies and chill on the couch. Sound good?” 

“All day? You haven’t really been…” My voice trailed off as I looked outside. Sure enough, the sky was dark. “Holy shit, you kept me like that for hours.” 

I felt a gentle pat on the shoulder. “And you enjoyed every moment of it. You’re going to need to restock on internal fluids soon, because I swear you were leaking like a faucet for most of the day.

I couldn’t deny that I was feeling insatiable as well. Fooling around on the couch was a bit basic considering what I’d just done, but there was nothing wrong with typical date night stuff. “Okay, you’ve convinced me. But I doubt I’ll be paying much attention to whatever you put on the screen. I’m in need of a good hard orgasm, and I need it soon.” Kay only smirked. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got the perfect show. And trust me when I say that I’m as worked up as you are.”

I plopped down on our couch while Kay fiddled around with the TV. I was wondering what exactly she had in mind. She’d probably put on a steamy romance, or maybe just outright porn. It wouldn’t be the first time we’d done that. But I couldn’t help but feel that no matter what, I wasn’t going to be doing much watching.

The screen lit up, and instead of a typical movie logo, it was a somewhat grainy screen.  As it cleared up, a familiar apartment came into focus. “Now, this should be fun. You ready to start?” It was Kay’s voice, but it was coming from the screen. The couch slumped as the real Kay sat down next to me. She leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Like I said, I’ve got the perfect show. You’ll enjoy watching this.” With growing horror, I realized what she had put on - and what was coming up next. 

“Ready to start what? Is there another chore I can do? It makes my pussy feel all nice.” I physically cringed as my voice came from the screen. Had I really sounded that dumb? Kay was grinning as her recording of the day filled the TV. 

“Don’t worry, it’s not the whole thing,” Kay informed me. “I made a note of my favourite bits for us to watch together.” She slid up onto my lap, leaning into my body. At some point in the process of getting ready her clothes had completely disappeared. “Now I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to get off while watching you be a brainless slut. Are you gonna join me?”

She didn’t need to ask me twice. I reached around and grabbed her cock, giving her neck deep kisses and caressing her body. Kay responded in kind by grinding herself against my cunt. We’d had sex while watching porn before, but certainly not anything of ourselves. I began stroking her, biting her neck in between glimpses of my ditzy maid routine on the TV. Seeing myself acting in such a humiliating way had me ready to move into the main event far sooner than usual.

“Alright Kay, let’s fucking do this.” I lifted Kay right up and spun her around. It wasn’t often that I used my heavy robot strength, but at this point, I was too horny to care. I lay flat on my back and put Kay down on top, facing the other way, right in the classic “sixty-nine” position. Her cock was right in front of me and I eagerly began sucking on it. A moan came from the other end of the couch, and Kay dove right in between my legs. 

As we were getting into a steady rhythm, Kay pulled her tongue back out of me. “Hey, watch this,” she called out. “It’s one of the funniest parts.” I turned my head, doing my best to see the screen through the tangle of legs. The TV was playing a scene where I was reaching across the table to gather a pile of books. Since the corner of the table was around waist height, I could see myself deliberately grinding against it, pressing my cunt down into the edge while bending over to reach the other side. The sounds of Kay holding in laughter came from the video, and unabashed real laughter came from my thighs.

“Oh you think that’s funny, do you? Let’s see how long you can keep that tone.” Kay shrieked as I went back at her, sucking her cock with expertise. My elongated tongue was put to good use wrapping itself around her, and I made sure to play with her cute little balls every once in a while. Kay went back to work herself, and I could feel my thighs beginning to twitch.

With a muffled groan, Kay blew her sticky load right down my throat. I continued licking her shaft clean, providing expert oral care, making sure not to spill a drop. She would be all shiny and clean by the time she was ready to pull out. Meanwhile, I was getting ready to cum myself. Kay was no slacker in the oral department, and she knew exactly where my sensitive areas were. I braced myself for the incoming orgasm.

Only instead of a dramatic climax, I felt myself dangling on the edge, right at the brink of cumming but unable to push myself over. I thrust my hips towards Kay, trying to get some extra pressure, but it wasn’t a lack of stimulation. For whatever reason I just couldn’t cum.

I grunted in frustration. Kay was flicking her tongue at a rapid pace, giving my clit plenty of stimulation as well. I knew my body and I knew what it took to reach an orgasm. Normally this would have been enough, but with the erotic day we’d had, I should’ve climaxed by now. In fact, I should’ve had multiple climaxes by now. But no matter how I tried, even though I got right to the edge of my pleasure, something was just stopping me from getting the finish I needed.

Eventually I just pulled back and shoved her off of me, panting for breath, eyes watering in frustration. “What’s going on?” I wasn’t sure if I was talking to myself or to Kay. “Why can’t I cum, no matter how hard I try?”

Kay took my head in her lap and pulled the vibrator out of me. “Well, I have a bit of a confession to make. There’s one more teensy little change I made to your code.”

I sat straight up, immediately at full attention. “This was you?” I was wide eyed, mouth fully agape. “Did you seriously take away my ability to cum?”

“Not entirely.” Kay was quick to defend herself. “It’s just that I added, um, a condition of sorts.” I waited for her to explain. “You can still cum anytime you want. But you need to have a certain amount of anal stimulation. Otherwise your orgasm function is disabled.”

My response was a blink of confusion. “I have an orgasm function?” I shook my head. “Nevermind that. You know I’m fine with a bit of assplay, so what’s with the weird restriction? It’s not like it’ll be that tough to do.”

There was a moment of silence. The only sound was the TV, playing the recording of earlier. I heard my ditzy voice from the screen saying “How do I fold the laundry again? I can’t tell the left socks from the right ones.” And that was when it all connected. Suddenly Kay’s plan made perfect sense.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” It wasn’t a question so much as a statement. “If I want to cum I have to go back to that brainless horny version of me.” 

Kay was snickering beside me. “For the record, I think that brainless horny version of you is rather cute. And yes, that’s the only way you’ll be able to cum.” She began moving her hand up my thigh, getting closer to my butt. “Want a demonstration on how it works? I’ll be happy to show you directly.”

The me on screen had just dropped her basket of clothes to start masturbating. I shuddered at the thought of returning to that state. Kay was more devious than I gave her credit for, and I needed to remember that in the future. But for now I just wanted to cum. “Alright, I suppose if it’s the only way.” I crouched up on the sofa, on my hands and knees, presenting my rear end to her.

One of Kay’s fingers slipped into my asshole. Once again, it was like a jolt of electricity, and my thoughts began to slow down. It wasn’t as bad as before though. Of course, I knew I wouldn’t be able to judge my own state of intelligence properly, but the fact that I was at least aware of that was a good sign. “Do you remember the rules I gave you?” Kay’s question was gentle, but with a suspicious tone. “There were three things I changed in you, and you should know them all by now.”

I tried to remember what she’d done to me. “First of all, you made me like doing chores,” I began. “It feels good to do chores.” It was difficult to concentrate with her finger wriggling inside of me, but I tried to prevent my mind from wandering. “Then there’s the fact that anal makes it harder to think. Which is happening now.” If nothing else, at least I still had the presence of mind to realize my thought processors were currently slowed down. Maybe I was getting resistant or something. “Finally you added a rule where I can only cum if I have anal stimulation.” A twinge of pride sparked inside of me. Although it had been difficult, at least I remembered all of them.

“Very good! But there’s one extra little thing you forgot about.” Kay swirled her finger around inside my asshole, slowly picking up the pace. “The amount of your mind that gets blocked is directly proportional to how stuffed your ass is.” Without hesitation, she added another finger.

My head went all fuzzy and my body shivered with lust. There was more pressure inside, and it was getting harder to think properly. Were those connected? It was hard to keep track of everything. Thankfully, Kay continued explaining. “So I can melt your mind as much or as little as I want, and I know you’ll beg me to keep going.” She began fingering my cunt as well. I arched my back and moaned into a pillow, thrusting my rear end more towards her.

A third finger was added to my ass, followed by a fourth. Everything felt so lovely, with her teasing both of my holes. It felt good. There was a reason I wanted her to do this, but it was hard to remember what. It was hard to remember much of anything. I just wanted to lie there and be used. It was easy, and I felt good like that, so why would there be a problem? 

“Is there anything you want me to do for you?” Kay’s voice felt distant. It was a buzz on the edge of my hearing, only just breaking through the fog in my head. Why was she asking me questions? What would a good answer be?

“Ummmm…” My voice trailed off as I tried to think. What was it I wanted again? There was something, but it was too hard to remember. The fog in my brain was just too thick. “Just keep rubbing me. I like it when you do that.” Kay was happy to comply, letting me drool onto the pillow while she slowly teased my holes.

It was a challenge to make out words, but Kay’s voice broke through the fog. “Since you’ve been such a good girl today, I’ll help you remember. Just this once though. Don’t expect me to be so nice next time.” Although I heard what she was saying, comprehension was another matter entirely. She was being nice? Of course she was being nice, she was making me feel good. Apparently I was supposed to ask her for something, but I had no idea what it was. But I did recall that there was a phrase people said when others were nice to them. I wracked the depths of my processors, trying to think of what the phrase was. 

Eventually it came to me. “Thank you Miss Kay,” I said in a slurred voice. I didn’t know what I was thanking her for. But it must’ve been the right thing to say, because I felt more goodness from behind me. Kay was moving faster, pumping her fingers in and out of my pussy while teasing my ass with her other hand. A bit of synthetic drool leaked from my mouth and onto the sofa, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was the incredible pleasure she was giving me.

Before long, it hit a tipping point of some sort. I couldn’t think of what it was called, but I remembered that it was a positive thing. My body trembled as the nice feeling welled up inside of me, blocking out what few thoughts were left. All of my mind was completely blank. There was nothing except pleasure, and I let it wash over me, body and mind.

The next thing I knew Kay was pulling her fingers out of me. My thoughts swiftly returned, sparks connecting and processors operating at full capacity once again. I was laying in bliss from my orgasm, basking in the afterglow. Kay wrapped her arms around me and lay on top. “How was that babe?”

I was too stunned to speak. Instead I pulled up a blanket and threw it over us, turning my head to watch the screen again. I smiled at the sight of myself prancing around the house naked. Kay was sympathetic, and she snuggled up to watch as well. “I’ll assume you enjoyed it then,” she said, idly playing with my hair.

“You mean having to become a mindless drone who can’t even think for herself in order to cum? Hell yeah I loved it.” The two of us remained silent for a bit, enjoying each other's company while watching the TV. 

After a while I had to ask her something that had been on my mind. “So are you really planning to use this thing to make me do all the chores? Just take advantage of my mindless state and unload all your housework on me?”

Kay scoffed at my question. “If only I could bring myself to. Babe, as hot as it was watching you try to do everything, I swear I would’ve ripped my hair out in another ten minutes. Do you have any idea how many times you flipped the bedsheet around?”

A small blush crept onto my cheeks. “I wasn’t that bad, was I?” Meanwhile, on screen I was brushing crumbs off the table and onto the floor, letting my leaky cunt freely drip wherever I went. “Okay it was pretty bad.”

“But you did your best, and that’s what mattered.” Kay’s patronizing response made me grumble, but it had been a fun experience. “Now, you don’t mind if I leave those adjustments in you for a few more days while I get things sorted out, do you?”

A couple days of getting off every time I did housework, becoming a ditz when my butt was full, and needing to go almost mindless in order to cum? “Well, if you insist I guess I can.”