Becoming a Sub | Part 6
Sex Doll
I have gone a long way since I met my Master. It has been more than a year and a half now and my perversion level has increased a thousand times. No matter what I do, there are always coming new kinky ideas to my mind. Thoughts of how to please him and downgrade myself.
I have just seen an interesting movie, Sir. It was about AI and how it’s used in the sex industry.
I hoped it would trigger his inner geek in the best possible way because I wasn’t getting enough of our hot conversations. Despite the usual unbearable long waiting for a reply, he responded swiftly.
Do you see yourself in the role of a sex doll?
Yes, Sir, I do.
And the game is afoot. I attach a photo where I resemble an artificial body standing in the dark, ready to be switched on and used.
I really like this model. How does it work? Do you have to lubricate it? Does it speak? Is it programmed to follow any orders?
His list of questions goes on and I am enjoying his attention while getting turned on gradually with every incoming message. It is getting a bit difficult to stay focused on the business meeting I am at when my pussy is drowning in its own juice and my panties feel like I have just peed myself.
Can it be customized? How can I test it out? Does it have a warranty?
I am switching to a sales rep role that comes very naturally and start selling my robot self to him. My former marketing experience is a great help as he is playing hard to get. He negotiates well and requires the very best of terms.
I have high standards and am not interested in a buggy product. I want to have control over everything. High-volume speakers for moaning that get activated when I touch sensors on hips. It shall be set to call me Master or Sir and always agree. No other speaking is necessary unless I specifically ask for it. The device has to be water-proof from the inside out as it has to take my cum and piss. The skin should be made of a super stretchy material to endure fisting without wearing out because I want it tight for my dick. The automatic sucking function goes without saying I suppose.
I confirm all the requirements and continue playing along.
Also, if you are interested, you can get a full BDSM upgrade for an extra charge. It comes with a luxury package of designer toys and gadgets as well as a special layer on cheeks, buttocks, breasts, and pussy, that makes the skin material turn red upon whipping or spanking. There is also a set of lace lingerie and matching high-heel shoes.
He is excited. I can tell by his prompt replies. And I am over the moon to be getting his precious attention again. Let alone the fact that I have been turned on from the very beginning of this conversation. Cause I really want to become his sex doll.
So when can I test it out? Can you ship it tomorrow morning right to my apartment and set it up so that I simply arrive home from work and play? I require it to be preheated but turned off. And most importantly, once booted, it has to be looking right into my eyes all the time. Without an exception.
I am dripping wet. My clit vibrates strongly and I wonder whether masturbating right in the office would be an option. But I decide to finish the conversation since it’s going so well and make sure I can turn it into reality soon.
Of course, no problem. You can enter our ambassador program and you get a test ride on a brand new model for free. We will then reach out to you with a questionnaire to get detailed feedback. The device will be configured as per your requirements and ready at the location three days from now. If you agree, please sign the attached order. Our exclusive warranty covers any damage to the hardware and software during the beta phase so feel free to go wild.
And the deal is sealed. I am patting myself on the back while shaking out of excitement. Just a couple of days and I will be objectified as never before. I can’t wait.
The game is about to start soon but this time his arrival gets trickier. I am not kneeling at the entrance as usual but have to sit on a sofa in a living room. So I have to ask my husband to keep the door open as he leaves. Resting on the edge silently with my head down and eyes closed, I am waiting impatiently for my Master to appear.
I am wearing a black sensual outfit and fishnet stockings. Despite the heat at our apartment, I have goosebumps and tremble as if cold water has just been poured over me. My 5-inch heels silently clap on the floor in a steady rhythm.
He is coming. I can hear the sounds of him taking off his shoes and his coat. Then he enters the room and I do my best not to move even though I feel like passing out. I can smell his mesmerizing perfume as he gets closer. His hand touches my hair and neck gently.
“Very life-like,” he mumbles. Breathing heavily, he positions himself in front of me and watches me for a moment.
“Power up!”
I open my eyes in a second and look at him directly. I try neither to blink nor to show any emotion whatsoever. Because I am just a thing now.
“Stand up and turn around slowly.”
His gaze is torturing. He is examining every piece of my body. It feels so different from all other sessions. This time he speaks to me while staring through me. As if he really believed I was a machine. He deliberately ignores my mind and personality, focusing only on the hardware that will serve him as a source of satisfaction. My cheeks start turning red as I start feeling embarrassed for being perceived this way. Ashamed and aroused at the same time in fact.
“Hmm, what a nice touch. I love red cheeks. Let’s test them out then.” A hard slap lands on my face and another one follows right after that. I don’t want to lose eye contact so I pretend I haven’t even felt it even though there is a strong ringing in my ears.
The building tension seems to affect him, too, so he takes both of my hands at once, puts them behind my back, bends me over a coffee table, and spreads my legs. His dick slides so smoothly and seamlessly as if he just dived deep in a pool.
“Moan!”
I stop controlling myself immediately and groan loudly. He is pounding me hard and fast, sweating and breathing heavily yet still pretty capable of commenting on my features.
“I am loving this. Such soft skin, the material is amazing. And the natural way it moves when I fuck it, I can hardly tell the difference between this and a real person.”
At one point he stops and orders me to go to the bedroom so that he can fuck me in a different position. I do so, slowly moving up the stairs to place myself on the bed as soullessly as possible. I stare at the ceiling as I lie down wondering what comes next.
“Active your asshole lube now.”
This comes for granted as I am anyway wet everywhere below my waist. He grabs my butt to get it in the right angle for a rough fingering. With his thumb in, he inserts the rest of his fingers to my pussy and discovers an Easter egg. I squirt.
“OMG, that’s unbelievable! Five stars! I didn’t even hope for this function and it still comes as such a nice surprise, I will definitely write a very positive review.”
He increases his speed even more as he gets more enthusiastic. I reach orgasm fast, moaning ear-splittingly, and then gasp hard for breath. As he watches me for the whole time, fixing his eyes are at mine, I notice for the first time since he arrived that he gently smiles at me. I return it and the game is over. I am no longer a state-of-the-art device but his beloved human slut again.
There is complete silence, just two bodies resting on each other, breathing together. I want to tell him I love him but I stop myself because I recall his words from the last time. There is no place for romance, remember that.
After a while, we continue yet the atmosphere is very different. It’s fun, we laugh and are being authentic. I come a couple of times before he finally peaks, too, covering my belly with his sperm. I love looking at him when he does so, his facial expression is just priceless. Pure satisfaction.
I am exhausted although he has done most of the job. He grins again as he stands up to have a shower: “Go get charged now. I am leaving.”
