It wasn’t exactly the most glamorous job in the hotel. But it was an important one, to be sure.

Maids needed to come in all shapes and sizes. Able to withstand the nature of the job, cleaning and sorting and moving around all that was needed…

It was something that suited Obsidian well.

And for as luxurious and exclusive as the hotel was, there wasn't exactly an extensive set of hoops to jump through.

She had been told to just show up and be ready to get fitted for uniforms.

==

“Excuse me!”

The desk clerk popped his bubblegum as he looked up from his phone. “Oh? Yes, may I help you?” He asked, setting his phone aside.

“Yes, I’m Obsidian, I’m here for a uniform fitting?”

Blueleaf would scrabble up and at attention once he realized that someone was here to actually join their workforce… “oh! Crap uh, sorry! You caught me just as I was about to go on break, uh…” the buck smiled sheepishly. “Well, if anything I can at least ask one of the does to help you. We have so many here who are so nice. Just wait a minute!”

He darted off to the back, where the muffled sound of some chatter could be heard…

Eventually, he would return with a more calm and collected associate, a doe done up in a sharp suit jacket and pencil skirt… 

“You must be…” The doe looked at her clipboard. “...Obsidian?”

“That’s me.” The mare smiled, holding out a hand to shake… the doe would connect, shaking her hand firmly.

“Wonderful. You’re the only newcomer today, so we can take our time with this one. Follow me, if you would. You may call me Maple. I am the assistant manager in charge of the cleaning staff here at this fine establishment…”

As Maple spoke, she led the other back behind the counter. Blueleaf would settle back in, trying to remain attentive until he was sure they were gone… before returning to his phone.

==

The back offices were quiet today, with less staff around due to it being a slower part of the season. Maple led Obsidian past a few desks and out into a hall.

“You will be outfitted with a proper uniform, custom made for you. You will get as many as needed, but any outfits past your fifth will come with a charge.” The doe said, as she took her into a dressing room, where a raised platform stood at the very center. The walls were lined with clothing racks and mirrors, as well as vanity tables for getting groomed and cleaned up.“Now. If I may please have you stand on this platform here?”

“Uh… okay.” Obsidian hadn’t been able to get a word in edgewise with how Maple had been chattering on… the mare stepped up onto the platform, looking around. “Like this?”

“Excellent. Now if you’d just hold still while our system scans you. Please hold your arms out like so.”

Maple would demonstrate, arms lifted slightly from her sides, to allow room to pass another arm under it.

Obsidian would do as she was asked… as the silk bots scuttled up from under the stage.

It was… unsettling, these bots. They were a bit more spindly than the ones she had seen on the advertisements. And their bright green optics would scan her, taking into account her overall body structure… two of them measured the length and width of her arms, while others worked on her chest and waist…

It was hard to stay still with these copper coated creatures crawling around her.

But eventually, they would start to wrap up… until the mare felt a slight tickle in her nose.

Without much warning, she sneezed.

And the bots didn’t seem to enjoy that.

She had jerked unexpectedly, causing the bots’ sensors to not only be discombobulated… but to also construe her movement as some manner of threat. Rearing up on their backmost legs, the bots jumped and began to spit out sticky threads… mostly to subdue her. 

“What the-HEY! Knock it off! Maple! Help! They’ve gone crazy!” Obsidian yelped, as the silk bots started to try and restrain her. No matter how she fought, she couldn't get away… and soon they had her secured in the pose that Maple had demonstrated before.

The doe had not lifted a finger to help.

“Mmm yes. Sorry. They tend to do that with sudden movements.” She sighed, writing something down on her clipboard. “We will get it handled. For now, just relax and let them do their work. Thank you.”

“Wh-MAPLE! PLEASE!” The mare yelled, struggling… all it did was make the silk bots tighten her bindings, until she was unable to move anything from the neck down… “let me GO! I’ll-! MMPGH!”

One of the silk bots had wrapped a temporary muzzle around her mouth, tightening it so she couldn’t speak up… before they returned to their work. The silk bots would have to redo their calculations, as the sudden activity had made them abort their previous task all together…

Obsidian could only stand there helplessly as they scanned and redid their calculations… she let out such nice, muffled cries for help as she was held there… finally, the silk bots would finish their scans and calculations, scuttling off into some holes in the walls.

Maple made no move to try and help her down.

“Mmph?! Mmmghlgh! Hllph!!” Obsidian screamed, trying to find any sort of purchase… any sort of break in the bindings…

“Oh, they aren't done. They’re making your outfit now.” The doe said, looking down at her clipboard. “Just relax. You’ll get to wear it soon.”

The black and white mare whined, eyes wide. What did she mean by that? Why were they so intent on keeping her still?

=

It felt like half a day had gone by… Obsidian only stirred when she heard the scuttling of the silk bots, opening her eyes as she saw one come back into the room… it approached, slowly undoing the bindings on her legs… and pulling off her clothes.

“HHHMPH!” She tried to kick at it, but all it did was hold on tighter… it shimmied her pants off, while more of the bots brought in some of the parts of her uniform… it appeared to be a leathery kind of outfit, with silky ruffles… tacky, to be sure. But not like she could complain.

Obsidian struggled and bucked, as more silk bots worked to remove her shirt… It was harder since she was still able to fight, to squirm and struggle… but they managed to get her out of her clothes while still keeping her restrained.

It was even harder to get her into the uniform without her ripping something. She was a lot stronger than the calculations had made her out to be. But the silk bots simply called in a few extra units, working together to carefully slide the uniform on… they were able to zip it up along the back, ensuring it fit snugly, perfectly…

Even Obsidian had to admit.

This was arguably the most comfortable thing she had ever worn.

Already, the silk bots were undoing the bindings on her arms, letting her arms down as a couple wheeled over a mirror… she couldn’t help but admire the perfectly fitted outfit, barely even noticing her gag being removed.

“Wow… I…it’s perfect.” She marveled at the way it hugged her body, moved so seamlessly. Like a second skin, almost. “I’ve never… had anything fit so… well.”

“It’s tailored for you, my dear.” Maple said, having spent most of her time on her phone, answering texts and calls. “Do you like it? We will have at least four more ready by the time you do your first shift.”

“That’s… that’s amazing. Even if the process was excessive.” Obsidian admitted, not noticing that the silk bots had started mobilizing again.

“Indeed. But it’s not done yet.”

“What-?”

Obsidian never stood a chance.

She yelped as the silk bots jumped on her, working on securing some strange, silky addition onto her dress. It wrapped around her arms, her wrists and arms bound in silk ribbons behind her back until she couldn’t pull them forward… her legs would be wrapped in delicate but deceptively tough hobbles. The lacy patterns hid the strength of the silk, making it impossible to walk normally.

While this all happened, Maple strode over to assist.

She forced a ball gag into her mouth, locking it on with a small padlock… as well as using a special hair tie to keep her mane out of the way.

Obsidian’s eyes were wide as she struggled, crying out for help, to let her go, anything… but it wouldn’t take long to realize no one was coming to help her. In fact, Maple was calling in a couple of bucks from maintenance… 

“She’s almost done. Just need to snap her ID photo and we can call it.” Maple said, ordering them to set up a backdrop… they'd set up both that and a tripod, allowing Maple to settle her phone on the stand… and snap a few different photos. 

“Yes, this will do nicely.” She said, admiring the pleading look in her eye, the time lapse bounce of her breasts as she struggled between shots. “I'll have it put on her ID collar. For now, please take her off to her quarters, won’t you?”

The bucks lifted her up, loading the struggling and screaming mare onto a cart to take her back into the depths of the hotel… 

For those who don't know, I broke my arm two weeks ago.

I've got 4 more weeks in the sling. Things will be on hold until I recover.

The onboarding process had been smooth.

Nir had been welcomed in quite readily. As a guest and frequent customer, he had his name on the hotel’s files for a long time. And as such, they knew he was qualified for the role he applied for:

Technician and Product Quality Assurance Tester.

===

It wasn’t like that there was much for the position to do. The hotel was still just that; a hotel. At most, the Q&A testers would be asked to test out new means of entertainment, such as new venues and new equipment.

The biggest issue for Q&A were the new versions of the Silk Bots.

Upgrading to a new software system always came with inevitable bumps and stumbles, but Nir was tasked with helping smooth these sorts of issues out.

The prototype Silk Bot was currently sat on Nir’s shoulder, clinging like a silvery epaulet. It was bigger than its predecessor, but it hosted quite an expanded silk canister inside… 

Despite being just a little machine, he had grown inordinately attached to it. It had provided quite the service for him, and he’d ensured it could be identified by a little smiley face sticker on its abdomen. 

Nir smiled as he took it along to his own private office. It wasn't exactly huge, but it was clean and worked for his purposes. Using the keycard granted to him, hebwould head down a back hallway to unlock his office… Office 340.

The interior wasnt terrible at all. It had a desk, a few filing cabinets, and most importantly, space to let the Silk Bot move and work out its many kinks.

“Alright. Let’s get started.” The sergal said, settling in and getting started on paperwork. “Silk bot. If you could please get me a drink?”

The bot would jitter slightly, climbing down from his shoulder to settle on his desk. It opened a compartment to reveal a small keypad, allowing him to type in a number to place his order…

“Hmm.” He referred to the hotel’s room service menu, tapping his chin. “Lets start with something easy.” He selected a brand of cola that the hotel stocked, and would send the bot on its way.

No more than 15 minutes and the bot would return, a chilled canned beverage within its midsection compartment…

“Alright, that looks good.” He scribbled down the results on his notes, nodding. “Thank you.” Nir couldn’t help but smile as the little robot swayed back and forth on its many legs, moving side to side in reply to his gratitude.

They had inspected the silk bots that had been fitted for maintenance and locating faults and breaks in the building’s infrastructure earlier that day. So all that was left to test was the bondage function. The program hadn’t been released to the general public yet, it was still in testing. As such, Nir had the beta copy put into the little Silkbot he had been assigned.

“Alright. Let’s activate Bondage Mode. We can start with something light. You ready?” 

Another affirmative waggle of legs and its abdomen. 

The Silk Bot hopped up, spraying its silk and working on yanking the sergal’s arms behind him.

Nir made a few mental notes as he struggled, working on trying to resist the Silk Bot. He had been told to go wild without trying to fight it off, save for actually breaking it…but it was able to loop the silken rope around his wrists, pulling it taut.

The Silk Bot leapt down, running a trail of thread down his body and working on binding his ankles and knees. The cuff like ties were new, done quickly and before Nir had a chance to react.

Eventually, the Silk bot pulled him to the bed, letting him sit. “Okay! Okay! That’s enough! Cease!” He yelled, squirming. The Silk Bot would freeze, settling down as he started struggling… the silk was high quality stuff, slightly sticky without pulling on fur or chaffing sensitive skin…

“Alright. Not bad. The ties are all standard, mhm…” he tugged and assessed the quality of the ties, the knots and bindings… “Tight enough to hold people, not tight enough to be too uncomfortable. Good. Alright. Code number 902.” 

He spoke the code, overriding the Silk Bot’s programming and causing it to undo what it had just done. It would carefully undo the bindings, recycling the webbing as it cleaned up after itself… 

“That’s taken care of…” Nir stood up, stretching and checking his wrists and ankles. No deep marks, just slightly tugged on fur. He sat down, working on taking down the notes… when his phone rang.

“Ughhhhh…” he picked up, slamming his pen down. “Yes ma’am? What’s up?” He paused, letting his boss speak. “Oh? Needed in the main lobby? Fine, fine, Ill be there.”

Nir stood up again, talking on the phone as he moved to the door. The Silk Bot made a leap for his shoulder and missed. The Sergal didn't seem to notice as he strode off, shutting the door behind him…

The Silk Bot had jostled a component in its processor, and was jittering as it tried to make sense of the error messages littering its internal screen…

==

The meeting had been two hours.

Nir was just more tired than he cared to admit. As much as he liked this job, there were plenty of times where he wished he didn’t have to sit through the yap-fest that was team meetings… 

He opened his door, turning on the lights… and running directly into a huge spider web.

“What the-?! HEY!” He gasped, squirming and struggling in the thick layers of silk… now that he was able to properly look, the entire office had been webbed up, top to bottom… and from above, the Silk Bot would jitter and crawl down over him. It latched onto the back of his head, slowly spinning up a swatch of webbing up…

“No, no, no! Code 9-MRGGH THHH! NNH MMGH THHH!” Nir struggled to speak the code that would shut the bot down… but it was too late. It had wrapped a thick sheet of webbing over his muzzle, sealing it shut tightly… and now, Nir could only watch helplessly as it scuttled down to work on the rest of him.

The more he struggled, the tighter the bot pulled on his bindings. Nir shook his head as he ended up tangling his limbs more and more, only aided by his new captor… he could feel the way that the bot pulled and tugged, drawing his limbs in closer to his body, how each small movement tightened his confinement little by little.

It took some time, but soon he was completely encased in a tight, sticky cocoon. He could only helplessly struggle, feeling the way it tugged on his fur and made it hard to find purchase with his webbed up hands…

He struggled and cried out as he watched the silk bot move slowly across the room, pushing his door closed. Slowly ensuring he was hidden from view completely… and shutting off all his office lights.

It was going to be a long night of testing and trying to get out…