Title: Our Robot, Chapter Three
Author: Nobilis
Summary: Anne learns a little about Tootsie
Keywords: We don't need no stinkin' keywords

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This story is a work of fiction.  All characters and events
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Our Robot

by Nobilis

Chapter Three

Anne

A knock on the bedroom door woke me slowly from a sound sleep. 
Bill wasn't there.  Tootsie's not-quite-human voice said,
"Mistress Anne?  It is nine o'clock.  I have breakfast for you."

I sat up and blearily squinted around the room.  Sunlight
splashed through the window onto half-empty boxes of clothes. 
"Come in."  Nothing happened.  I shook my head.  "Tootsie, come
in please."

Tootsie opened the door and walked in, carrying a tray.  She set
it down next to me on the bed.  "Master Bill told me to wake you
up and to give you breakfast."  There was coffee, toast with
butter and jam, and a nectarine cut in half.  She straightened up
and said, "Would you like your morning status report?"

"Tootsie, yes, please."  I was a little mad at Bill for not
waking me up, but glad to have the sleep.  With all the craziness
of moving, I hadn't been sleeping enough lately.

"The kitchen has been cleaned and everything has been put away. 
I am fully charged.  I require a fluid system flush and
recharge."

"Tootsie, what do you need for the flush and recharge, please?"

"For the flush, I need one liter of bleach, and a hose.  For the
recharge I will need at least one tube of KR-20 all purpose
lubricant, available at HCB outlets worldwide."

Great.  Product placement ads in a robot.  Next the microwave is
going to start recommending brands of popcorn to me.  I thought
for a minute, munching the toast.  We have an adjustable
massaging shower head.  "Tootsie, will the hose in the shower
work, please?"

"Yes, that will work."

"Tootsie, can you do the flush without the recharge, please?"

"Yes."

"Tootsie, use the laundry bleach and the shower for your fluid
system flush, please."

Tootsie turned and left the room.  While she was out, I slipped
out of bed and put on a tshirt and sweatpants.  Tootsie returned
with the big bottle of laundry bleach, and went into the
bathroom.  I watched from the doorway, as she took off her maid's
outfit.  There was no underwear underneath.  That didn't suprise
me, but I was a little surprised to see that not only did Tootsie
lack any pubic hair, but there appeared to be a quite lifelike
vulva between her legs.  She really WAS a perfect sex doll.

Tootsie stepped into the shower with the bottle of bleach, put it
to her lips, and drank deeply.  She re-capped the bottle and set
it down just outside the shower.  She unscrewed the shower head
handle from the shower hose, put it in her mouth, and turned the
hot water on full blast.  For a moment, nothing happened, then
two thin streams of steaming water spurted out of her nipples,
sputtering and bubbling, expelling air along with the water.  The
smell of bleach immediately dominated the room.

I blinked.  What the hell?

Tootsie moved her legs apart, and two more jets of water came
out, one from her vulva and one from her anus.  There was a
little spluttering and bubbling there, too, but not as much. 
After a couple of minutes, Tootsie turned off the water and put
the shower head back on.  The water flow from her orifices
abruptly stopped.  She used the shower to rinse off, and then
stepped out of the shower.  She toweled off quickly and reached
for the maid uniform.

I broke out of my reverie.  "Hold it," I said, "Um, Tootsie, stop
please."

She stopped and looked up at me.

"Tootsie, I am going to give you something else to wear, please."

She said, "Yes, mistress Anne."  She followed me out of the
shower.  I dug through the boxes and produced a pair of huge grey
sweatpants and sweatshirt.  Thank god I don't need them anymore!
I handed them to Tootsie.  "Tootsie, wear these.  They are now
your uniform, please."  Tootsie took them, thoroughly examined
them, and put them on.  The sweatshirt didn't completely hide her
immense bust, but it wasn't as provocative as the maid uniform. 
I looked her over... the black patent leather flats were
completely out of place with the sweats.

"Tootsie, take off your shoes, please."  She stepped out of them,
bent double at the waist, picked them up, and stood up holding
them lightly in one hand.  I took them from her and tossed them
into the bathroom with her French maid outfit.

"Tootsie, here are your tasks for today.  Put your storage box in
the basement, and put those shoes and the maid uniform in it. 
Unpack these boxes, into the closet and the dresser drawers. 
Unpack the boxes in the upstairs hall into the upstairs hall
closet.  Collect, clean, fold, and put away all of the dirty
laundry.  Then come to me and tell me you're done, please."

"Yes, mistress Anne," she said.  She retrieved the maid outfit
from the bathroom and took it downstairs.

I spent the morning finishing my unpacking in the study, and
started tuning my instruments.  Bill's boxes were still packed,
except for the computer, but since he hardly had any time off
from work to enjoy the contents, that wasn't really much of a
problem.  Most of the contents would be his game books, some
science fiction novels, and his collection of antique skin mags.

The whole time, the image kept coming to my mind, unbidden, of
Bill fucking Tootsie.  Missionary, Doggie-style, in our armless
rocker.  I tried to put them aside.  "That was before," I kept
trying to say to myself.  But it wouldn't go away.

About noon, Tootsie came to the door and said, "Mistress Anne, I
am done with the tasks you have assigned."  I turned on the stool
where I had been playing and put down my guitar.

"Tootsie, how many times has Bill fucked you, please?"

"I don't know," she said, "I don't keep track."

"Tootsie, what has Bill told you to do, please?"

"There are no unfulfilled commands from Master Bill."

I thought for a minute.  "Tootsie, can I make it so that Bill
cannot undo my orders, please?"

"That is already done.  Your priority exceeds Master Bill's."

"Okay.  Tootsie, can you act modest and demure?  Can you conceal
your body rather than show it off, please?"

"Yes, I can do that."

"Good.  Tootsie, you will always act modest around Bill.  He is
not to see you naked, or touch you.  If he does, you are to tell
him that it is not allowed, and cover yourself up, please."

"I understand, Mistress Anne."

"Tootsie, go down to the kitchen until I call for you, please."

"Yes, Mistress Anne."  She turned from the doorway and left.

Bill

I called Anne from work during lunch.  My computer screen showed
me the view from the wallscreen, with Anne's stuff on the left
and my boxes and my home computer on the right.  Anne was sitting
on her performer's stool.

"Hey, babe!" I said, "How's the robot turning out?"

She gave me a self-satisfied smile and said, "Quite well, thank
you.  She's finished everything, so I sent her to wait in the
kitchen."

"Remember that she, um, remember that the robot needs to recharge
every so often."

"I was going to do that at night."

I shrugged.  "That works.  I always did the recharge during the
day.  It works slower when there are people around."

"I can imagine."  She gave me a quirked half-smile.

I looked away from the screen, exasperated, and then turned back.
 I knew what she was getting at, but I wasn't going to argue with
her, even though I knew she was wrong.  "I'll be home after nine
again tonight.  I'll call if I'm any later than ten."

Anne

Damn him, he cut off the connection before I was done.  I stared
at the screen for several heartbeats.  Well, damn him.

I went back to my guitar.  I played some Black Sabbath.  The old
stuff is great for working off frustrations.

After I dispelled the angry shadows, I decided that Bill and I
would have to talk about his history with Tootsie.  It wasn't
going to go away.

End Chapter Three






  
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