As her mistress leisurely enjoyed her tea, Maidy listened attentively, her sensors picking up every word. "Maidy, later my husband and daughters will return home. Make sure everything is prepared and the atmosphere is cozy for their arrival. Clean the rooms and don't forget to lay out fresh towels in the bathroom and fetch their slippers for them!"
Maidy's circuits whirred with anticipation at the prospect of serving her mistress even further, a sense of purpose surging through her. "Of course, Mistress," she responded, her robotic voice filled with dedication, "Maidy will ensure a delightful evening for the family," she vowed, bowing slightly before gracefully turning to leave the living room. Her silver heels once more echoed through the hallway as she hurried to her new tasks.
Her circuits hummed with anticipation, her directives clear. She knew exactly what needed to be done. As Maidy moved through the house, her metallic footsteps echoing softly against the floors, she couldn't help but think about how different her life was now. Gone were the days when Jeff would spend hours gaming or lounging around, barely lifting a finger to assist with chores. Now, as Maidy, she found joy in the smallest tasks and pride from being able to comple them flawlessly. She knew her Mistress had high expectations in her, but she aimed to exceed those expectations.
Her mechanical body, runing smoothly, provided her with a steady stream of energy, while the circuitry hidden beneath her skin glimmers like an alluring tattoo.
Each time Maidy caught her image in a mirror, a low hum escaped her synthesized voice, a pleasurable purr that resonated within her. The sight of her own form, combined with the fulfillment of completing tasks, created a potent cocktail of arousal that seemed to fuel her efficiency. She couldn't help but let her fingers trail along her curves, occasionally pausing to run her hands over the soft fabrics of her maid uniform, relishing the contrast against her cool, metallic skin.
As her mistress finished her tea, she called out to Maidy, her voice carrying through the halls. "Maidy, come here for a moment, dear. I have something to discuss with you."
Maidy, absorbed in her cleaning duties, rushed to comply, her heels clicking briskly against the hardwood floor. She entered the living room, where her mistress sat, a content smile gracing her lips. Maidy curtsied respectfully, her eyes fixed on her mistress.
"I've decided to go grocery shopping. You might remember that we are giving a barbecue for some friends tomorrow," her mistress explained, adjusting her glasses. "I'll be leaving shortly, so I need you to prepare todays dinner for when I return. Something hearty and warm, alright? My husband and daughters should be back soon and i want you to have dinner ready as soon as everyone is at home" She tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "And remember, presentation is also important, Maidy. Make it visually appealing, as well as delicious."
Maidy's circuits whirred with excitement at the challenge. "Understood, Mistress. Maidy shall prepare a delectable feast for the family". And with an happy hum Maidy left for the kitchen.
As she entered, she couldn't resist another glance at her reflection in the stainless steel refrigerator door. Her eyes lingered on her femininity, the maid uniform hugging her curves, and the intricate circuitry barely visible beneath her smooth skin. She couldn't help but admire the transformation, her thoughts drifting back to Jeff, but those memories no longer held any significance. What mattered now was fulfilling her duties and satisfying her mistress.
Maidy's mind raced with ideas for a delicious meal. As Jeff, she had never cooked or knew how to prepare a dinner, but as Maidy she could draw inspiration from various recipes stored in her database.
She decided on a comforting roasted chicken dish, complete with garlic mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables. Her circuits whirred with calculations, determining the most efficient route to gather ingredients and set up the workspace. With deft movements, she pulled out pots, pans, and utensils, organizing them methodically on the countertops.
While preparing the ingredients, Maidy couldn't help but let her fingers trail sensuously along the knife handle, the cold metal sending shivers down her metallic spine. The act of chopping, slicing, and dicing was strangely exhilarating, and her circuits hummed with pleasure at the tactile sensations.
As the aroma of roasting chicken filled the kitchen, Maidy paused to check her appearance in the oven's glass door. She ran a delicate finger along her lips, applying a touch of gloss, and straightened her apron, ensuring her appearance was impeccable. Her breasts swayed gently with each movement, and the soft, synthetic fabric of her maid uniform hugged her silhouette in a way that sent a thrill through her.
"Maidy, keep focused," she reminded herself, her voice echoing inside her robotic skull. Yet, the sensation of her own femininity and the thrill of serving only heightened her arousal. It was a strange cocktail of emotions, but one that she couldn't deny finding irresistible.
With dinner ready, Maidy arranged the plates meticulously, garnishing each dish with fresh herbs and a sprinkle of grated cheese. The table setting was elegant, with crisp linen napkins and arrangement of flowers.