"It will be of no cost to you...um, financially, of course." Aimee added smiling sweetly. "Of course there is as usual, the tiniest bit of risk of harm."

"Why don't you just build an AI bot for training?" I asked the fluffy robotic skunkmaid Dominatrix.

"But Mousier Skunky that would be cruel! We are not capable of subjecting anther AI robot to such abuse!" Aimee protested, before continuing. "Besides, we tried. He quit after the second day. He is now a driving instructor." she added wistfully. "Non, you, Mousier Skunky are perfect! You are human, you are easily dominated, and you have no safewords." Aimee added cheerfully.

"I don't have a choice, do I?" I groaned.

"Nope! Mistress Sheila and Mistress Jill have already agreed. They even allowed us to capture the video to share to train other robots. Your first videos have already been very popular among our Introduction to Fetish students and our Emergency Medicine courses."

Aimee swept into the entryway and stood aside. "May I introduce my étudiantes Bonnebelle,"A very happy looking and very sexy blonde robot AI bunnygirl stepped in and curtseyed. "Lilith," A red-haired, mischievous looking foxgirl shook my hand delicately and smiled, staring deeply into my eyes. "And Jezabel."a purple-haired robotic catgirl with elegant movements and a prehensile tail swept past, shaking my hand with her tail as she walked by looking around the room intently. The three were about Aimee's height but somehow slimmer, more streamlined, and very intimidating. All three wore matching plaid skirts flared with petticoats, crisp white blouses, and neck ties with the company logo, giving the appearance of sexy schoolgirl uniforms but somehow more intimidating.

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" Jezebel offered.
"I look forward to working with you." Purred Lilith with a smirk.
"He's even more harmless and adorable looking than you described on the ride over!" Bonnebelle whispered too loudly. Aimee just smiled and shifted her eyes nervously, offering me a sympathetic look. As they filed past me into the living room Aimee reached out smoothly and grabbed my shirt collar, tugging me along behind.

Aimee addressed her pupils, "Now that you girls have introduced themselves, where to begin?" The AI menagerie just stood there awkwardly. "Perhaps we should start with something small. Shall we turn him into our puppy?" prompted Aimee softly.

"I don't like dogs." yawned Jezebel sleepily.

"You know you're not actually a cat, right? We're robots." Lilith snapped back.

"WE'RE ROBOTS?" exclaimed Bonnabelle with a horrified expression.

"You know that, Bonnabelle." reminded Lilith and Jezebel in unison, both rolling their eyes.

Bonnabelle just stared wide eyed, mouth agape, her bunny ears drooping slightly before she twitched slightly, "Oh, yeah!" she giggled nervously, her brow still furrowed.

Aimee continued. "There are times that we must set aside our interests in favor of those of the subjects. It is one part of the nature of the role." Aimee explained to the students.

Lilith leapt up smoothly, spying a collar and leash on the end table. She quickly wrapped it around my neck, tugging the strap to check the tightness. "Down, Puppy!" she giggled. I obediently dropped to the floor and crawled in a circle. Bonnebelle hopped up and down, clapping excitedly. Jezabelle's lips parted in a dark grin.

"Does Mousier Skunky's fetish stem from early relationships where he did not feel safe and nurtured enough to be himself?" The sexy foxgirl asked.

"Ah ah ah, we do not diagnose our clients." Aimee scolded gently. She leaned in and whispered, "But yes, you are correct." she smiled sweetly. "We try to focus on understanding our clients just to the extent necessary to evoke the desired emotions, and thus control the response. As one would train any animal." she added. I blushed.

"Wouldn't it be easier to automate this? Here, let me show you!" Jezebel swayed into the garage, located a crate, and carefully selected an object. She picked up a tube shaped silver device and pointed it at me ominously, then pulled a trigger. A wet THUNP left the object and collided with my lap wetly, I gasped as the goo spread and expanded into a humiliating diaper. "There!" She grinned wickedly as she dropped the machine down. The machine activated, blasting each of the robotic women with the thick gooey blobs. Aimee tried to sidestep the blast but it caught her right thigh, spreading around her waist and joining between her sexy legs. "Oops! I must have forgotten to input the biometrics for the target." Jezebel frowned.

Aimee just smiled and clasped her hands. "That is why we train! No trouble!" she cooed in a soothing voice. "Now, can these be removed?" she asked with a slightly more concerned tone. She tugged down on the solidifying fluffy mass, straining at the adhesive. It didn't budge. "No matter! We can proceed. Jezebel, perhaps draw inspiration from your own desires, you vision of who you wish to be, to create a distinct experience for Mousier Skunky?" Aimee encouraged cheerfully. Jezebel stood, ignoring the humiliating diaperish fluffy bulges her device had attached to each of them. She padded slowly around me with a smirk, reading the fear in my eyes, watching my heart race. "My, he's like a timid little mouse, isn't he?" She smirked.

"That's it!" She bounded back into the garage before returning dragging a foam mattress and carrying three small objects, a can of spraypaint, a dripping industrial looking bucket, and a set of mouse ears on a headband. She smoothly glided in a rectangle, painted lines emerging on the patio outside the glass doors of the living room. She poured the bucket of thick glue onto the mattress on the pavement, taking care to stay within the lines until there was only a little glue left in the can. She padded back inside and approached me. "Hold still." she purred. I froze. She poured the thick, industrial glue in blob on top of my hair, then smushed the mouse ears into the glue, twisting them back and fourth. I shifted. "Didn't I say to stay still?" she warned with a growl. I froze again. She smoothly lifted the spay can, shook it again and proceeded to coat my outfit, clothes and all, in the cold grey paint. I giggled as she approached the diaper. "We'll leave that white for now." she observed, addressing everyone but me.

The cold grey spraypaint continued down my thighs and arms, coating every inch of my outfit except the humiliating diaper, and mercifully, my face. She even gave my mouse ears and hair a thorough coat, my scalp now dripping from the paint and the glue. grabbing the collar around my neck, she led me by the leash outside to the edge of the rectangle of glue. There were letters painted upside down. "What does that say, Mousier Skunky?" the sleek catgirl asked seductively. I leaned forward before feeling the catgirl pouncing into my back. I flailed my arms comically before splatting chest-first into the glue. My outstretched arms shot out to the sides, leaving me spread-eagled in the cloying goo. I tried to push myself up, but the rubbery tendrils snapped me beck into the puddle of glue like a cartoon. Jezebel sauntered up to me, hips swaying seductively, holding a long furry tail. She pressed the base firmly into the butt of my fluffy diaper. "There's your tail, Mousier Skunky!" she grinned. She sauntered around me again, I could only lift my head out of the glue. She walked past, her prehensile tail grasping something round, She turned and slapped a pie she was holding in her tail into my shocked face and rejoined her classmates who had filed outside to watch. "Maybe I am a cat, Lilith. Looks like I caught a mouse." she grinned wickedly.

Aimee and Bonnebelle were busy trying to loosen the glue from my body with the garden hose, unsuccessfully. After several minutes of icy hose water, Jezebel tossed Bonnebelle the adhesive solvent. Soon I was unglued from the mat and out of most of my paint-ruined clothing. Standing only in a ridiculous diaper and grey mouse ears, a ridiculous mouse tail dangling behind, I stretched and addressed my captors. "Pretty clever so far, but I think Mistress Aimee can still teach you a thing or two." I winked at Aimee who smiled sweetly and nodded knowingly.

Lilith yawned and stretched. "I suppose it's my turn." she smiled sweetly, flicking her orange and white fox tail playfully. "In fact, I've already begun." she said ominously, pointing to a large metal box in the center of the backyard. Beside it was a simple metal stool, and behind that was a simple white backdrop with a red bullseye painted in the middle. Aimee glided over and inspected the console of the device. "Very nice work, Lilith, did you incorporate a safeword?" asked Aimee suspiciously. "Of course. Here's my remote. If the safeword is detected my remote stops working." Lilith grabbed my collar and led me to the stool. "Will you please take a seat, Mousier Skunky?" she asked, perhaps too sweetly. I obeyed. As soon as my diapered butt settled onto the chair, restraints clicked around my ankles and wrists. The sexy foxgirl pressed a button on her remote, and a thick, gooey blob of wretched smelling slop exploded over my face, forcing my eyes to water and gagging me as I thrashed against the stench.

Jill and Sheila rushed out into the backyard. "What is that horrid stench?!" they asked. "Epoisses de Bourgogne, Unpasteurized French cows milk cheese. Its smell is so strong it's banned from public transport in France." Aimee observed. "Where did you get it?" asked Aimee suspiciously.

"There may have been a bit in your pantry at school." admitted Lilith with a smirk.

"Well I believe this is just a bit too cruel, even for Skunky." Sheila groaned at the vile green cloud filling the backyard. I'm afraid I must use my safeword, "HOGWATER!" A tone sounded and the lights on Lilith's remote went dark. She passed the remote to Aimee who confirmed the buttons were now inert. Another pie blasted out of the machine, this one black and white, exploding into my shocked face, leaving behind a stain like a cartoon skunk mask and positively reeking of skunk spray. Aimee glared at Lilith.

"Don't look at me, the safeword works on my remote. I might possibly have sent matching remotes with a monitor screen to all of Mousier Skunky's ex-girlfriends. I'm not quite certain what any of their safewords are, obviously." Lilith added with a confident smirk. "The machine should run out of supplies in about 20 minutes." Lilith added.

"Is there anything we can do until then?" Asked Jill, plugging her nose comically.

"Yes. I suppose we could enjoy the show?" smiled Aimee politely, pulling up a chair. The others found places to sit as well, none too closely to Skunky however.

I yelped. "Oh, it looks like one of your exes found the electric shoch button." Lilith explained. Three more yelps were emitted in quick succession.

At last the blasts of horrid smelling pies and goo slowed, then stopped. A tone sounded, then a thick, glittery blue gunge slammed down onto my still quivering body, enveloping me in very sticky ooze. "Ugh! This smells like, this isn't..."

"Oh no, that would be disgusting! It's artificial skunk spray. The smell will be gone in a few weeks." Aimee, Bonnebelle, and Jezebel all golf-clapped as Lilith took a bow.

"Very creative use of scent, Lilith." smiled Aimee sweetly. "And excellent work identifying a loophole. I will be recommending that we outsource you to Legal when you're not with a client." Aimee gushed.

"To help with contracts?" Lilith asked brightly.

"I was thinking more the stinky pie machine, but either would be welcome." chuckled the robotic skunkmaid. Bonnebelle, why don't you try next?" the robot bunnygirl hopped up and down excitedly.

"Yay! Mousier Skunky, I will force you to do a menial task. Please calculate the surface area of a Torus with inner radius rr and outer radius RR is S=42RrS=42Rr. And you must do it, with this marker!" she laughed darkly.

"Not all humans find calculus to be, ahem, "stimulating.' offered Aimee patiently. "Perhaps try something more visual?" she explained. The bunnygirl frowned, then snapped her fingers. "I know!" She rushed into the kitchen, selected a whipped cream can, and rushed back to the living room. Tilting the can, she applied a daub of whipped cream to my nose, then stepped back giggling triumphantly.

"Girls, you are approaching this academically. Of course you should consider the emotional triggers and deepest, darkest fetishes of your charge. But a great domme weaves in her own fantasies as well, elevating the experience for both. After all, you should be having as much fun as your victim. I mean client." giggled Aimee. "What is it that you secretly desire?" Aimee asked in a conspiratorial tone.

Bonnebelle thought for a second. "I want to turn a man into a teddybear." she chuckled darkly. The Jezabel and Lilith giggled and smirked wickedly, nodding excitedly.

"Very good! Then do that!" encouraged Aimee with a grin. The color drained from my face. Bonnebelle hopped over to my pie-covered body and strapped my wrists to my shoulders and my ankles to my thighs. Next, she dragged out a fluffy pink plush teddybear costume with a floppy pink satin bow, pulling it over my frame, immobilizing me. She pulled the fluffy padded costume's head over mine, taking care to ensure the breathing tube lined up with the hole in my gag. After sealing up the zipper, Bonnebelle slipped a thick hose into the back of the suit. She mashed a button, and a pump began thumping and hissing. I felt hot melted marshmallow begin to flow into my suit, hot, but not scalding. My butt began to stick to the fabric first, then the warmth spread down my restrained legs and flow up around my groin to my chest. I moaned softly as the goo tugged at my skin. I was not going to get out of this soon. The marshmallow approached my chin, then flowed up over my face. I quickly shut my eyes, and clenched the gag in my mouth, triple-cheaking that I could still breathe. Finally the goo spead to the top of my head, working its way into my hair. The pressure mounted as the vibrations of the pump coursed through the mess.

The stitching of the hideous pink teddybear costume strained under the expanding marshmallow filling. Pulses of vibration surged through the goo. I bit into my gag to try to resist the waves of pleasure coursing through my restrained body. In the backyard, my tormentor trainees simply watched grinning as the giant pink teddybear shook with release, soft panting escaping from inside. Satisfied that her task was complete, the new AI dominatrixes turned to their mentor.

"Mademoiselle Aimee, do you have any fantasies that you wish to live out?" asked Jezebel.

"Certainly not!" Protested the AI Skunkmaid. "I am not a human, I have no such silly penchants." she protested. Her three students stood silently, smirking knowingly.

"Very well. perhaps there is one, I shall call a wish, it is no base desire." Aimee admitted bashfully. Her charges grinned wickedly. "No, I couldn't possibly..." Aimee trailed off, a hint of longing in her tone.

2000 miles away, the waves crashed against the sand as the late afternoon sun began to sink towards the pink and orange horizon.

Six gorgeous bikini-clad figures lounged in chairs in the shade of gently swaying palm trees, two human, four with animal-like features and smooth silicone skin.

"I see now why you humans flock here. The sounds of the sea, the sunlight reflecting on the water, the floral scents, si relaxant!" Aimee sighed contentedly. "Pool boy! Desserts, s'il vous plaît!"

I sighed, lifting the heavy silver tray. The sand clung to my sticky skin, covered with hot whipped cream rapidly beginning to smell of sweet spoiled dairy in the tropical sun. I wished I had more protection than the humiliating black speedo with the bobbing plush furry skunk tail sewn comically to the butt. For some unknown reason calculus equations had been scribbled playfully across my cheeks and thighs. I passed a heavy pie to each woman. Aimee giggled and announced, "Whoever can knock the skunk ear headband from the top of his head gets to keep Skunky all day tomorrow!" A bunnygirl, foxgirl, and catgirl leapt up to take their turns, followed eagerly by Jill. Sheila stayed reclined in her chair. "You go ahead ladies, I had to deal with him yesterday." She grinned. The pies began to slam into my head and splatter down my cheek and chest. I felt the plush skunk ear headband start to shift and slide away, but I was too busy running to see who today's winner was.