Introducing the Perfect Wife
Introducing the Perfect Wife
Part 1
I felt like I was floating through the med center. It was a wonderful feedback loop of being programmed to be happy, and happy because I was programmed. I was halfway back to the transfer room before I realized the clicking noise was my high heels on the tile floor. My body didn't feel any strain or difference in balance. When I opened the door, Dr. Ngoepe was in the transfer room… with my body on a tray pulled out from the pod installed against the wall. I didn't remember exiting the lower pod in my new body. I must have been in one testing mode or another with my personality and memory shut off.
It was definitely enough to clear my head and make me focus.
The doctor was removing my feeding tube, or at least the feeding tube for my human body. I was me, but that body was me too. My head was covered in a plastic shell with what seemed like hundreds of thin wires feeding back to the pod. I still had my hospital gown on, and a few wires were fed under it to monitor my vitals. I looked thinner. I looked older. I looked like I was still breathing. And Dr. Ngoepe was smiling. Without the mask, goggles and hairnet, she looked stunning. But why would a gynoid look less than stunning?
"Hey there, UX-49a4." In my heels, and her in flats, I must have towered over her by 30 cm, but I didn't feel in control of the situation. I couldn't stop staring at my old body. I couldn’t stop wondering if it was my ‘real’ body.
"Hi Doctor." I wasn't feeling verbally coherent at the moment.
“Please, you can call me UX-0118.”
I couldn’t tell if it was a joke. And that made me wonder if becoming a machine killed my sense of humor. No, I was just stressed. Or maybe I was missing some subtext that she thought of herself as a machine first and doctor second.
“Or you can call me Brittney.”
Alright, the machine part just became less likely. “OK, Brittney.”
“Feeling distracted?”
I nodded, "Why am I - my old body - still alive?"
"It's important to make sure the recipients of your donated organs are ready before we pull the plug. But they are now. Unless you’re having second thoughts."
"You could undo this?" I didn't really want it undone, but I was having trouble with the situation.
The doctor snickered, "oh, not at all. Your biological brain is irreversibly damaged now. I meant if you were having second thoughts about being an organ donor. Maybe you wanted to hold a funeral with it." She pointed to me. The old me.
I shook my head 'no'.
"Do you want to do the honors? It's just the one button." She pointed to a switch on the pod. I didn't know why she was torturing me like this. I was starting to feel like I wasn't myself anymore. That was Elizabeth Cochrane, and I was a machine purpose-built to replace her. I was a thing that inherited her identity. The part of me that wanted to be a perfect robot was delighted. The parts of me that wanted to be the perfect woman and wife wondered if it was possible to be those things if I was just a copy.
I was stuck, so I just kept staring at my old body. After letting me stew without a response, Dr. Ngoepe flipped the switch herself. The body didn't twitch. It just stopped breathing. My eyes darted over to the health monitor on the pod. Everything was flatlined.
"That was fast." I had a few living will cases early in my legal career. Usually the person could still go on a little while without the machines.
"Your brain stem is mush too. The probes were the only things sending electrical signals to your organs to tell them to work."
“So I’m dead.”
“That is a philosophical question.”
I couldn’t stop myself from uttering, “No shit.”
Brittney didn’t look offended, “Do you know the Ship of Theseus Paradox?”
“Yeah, if you replace all the parts of a ship one by one, is it still the same ship?”
“Seems appropriate.”
I mulled that over, “I assume you have an opinion.”
UX-0118 started removing the vital sign sensors from the body. “We replace cells all the time. You only had a handful of cells that were there when you were born. Someone with a prosthetic limb isn’t less of a person.“
“The problem there is that we aren’t being replaced by identical parts.”
“Your biological cells weren’t identical either.”
I could appreciate a good technicality as much as the next litigator, but it was a bit of a stretch. “I was expecting a sharper dividing line between old me and new me.”
“That would make it easier. But it wouldn’t be much of a stress test for your psyche if this was an easy question.”
I blinked and I stared down UX-0118. “This is just a test?”
“If you’re going to have an existential crisis that breaks your brain, it’s best to have it when your neurologist is in the room.” She smiled at me. “But to answer the big question, I am exactly as much Brittney Ngoepe as I want to be.” She pulled a sheet out of a cabinet and covered my old body. “Which is usually the amount my owners want me to be.”
I was surprised enough about the casual admission that it took me a bit to notice the plural noun, “Owners?”
I didn’t have time to look away before she tugged down the front of her scrub pants enough to show me the Sunny Valley Cybernetic Services logo printed just above her pussy. “I’m medical equipment.” Her smile had turned into a huge grin. “The people who own the medical center own me. Not legally, but functionally.”
I thought about being owned by more people than just James. Once again I felt the tension between wanting to be an object, and wanting to be the perfect woman. There was something appealing to being just an asset on a balance sheet.
UX-0118 pulled her pants back up. “It’s why I wanted to meet with you instead of letting a nurse do it. I know what it’s like to balance being a professional woman with being someone’s property. I’m guessing your first meeting with your husband as your owner went well.” For the briefest moment, I was concerned that she knew what James had done to me. But thinking about the feeling of servicing him… I started grinning too. “It was one of the best moments of my life.” It was instructive, how thinking about serving calmed me down so well and so quickly.
“And one of his too, I’ll bet.”
I was a little embarrassed. It was more about how I had acted before the transfer than how I acted after it. I just nodded in agreement.
Brittney took a card out of her front pocket and started writing on the back, “We have a little club for gynoids programmed like us. Nothing too formal, just a time to vent and brag.” She set the card down on top of my old body.
I didn’t know how I felt about it. Intellectually, it made me wonder how many robot women had been reprogrammed to be happy little toys. And as much as I complained about James behind his back before, doing so now seemed wrong. But a group of women who knew how to be perfect women, perfect wives, and perfect robots at the same time sounded like a great way to be a better gynoid for my owner.
“I’ll have to ask my owner for permission.” Even if it was the right thing to say, I felt my face flush. I hadn’t asked for permission to do much of anything since I was 15.
“As a good robot should.” Brittney took a few steps to the side. “But your owner is waiting.”
Ah yes, the entire reason I came back to this room. My purse and street clothes were stashed here. I walked past the pods and bent down to put my thumb on the locker, but it unlocked before I made contact.
“RFID in my wrist?”
“Yup, right now it’s just sending your chassis ID, but you can fiddle with your settings to make it do more.”
“I guess my thumbprint is different now.” I took a look at my thumb. There were still swirls of ridges there, but I couldn’t tell just from looking if they were different from my human prints. That wasn’t important right now.
I took my phone out of my purse and turned it on. A week’s worth of notifications made it buzz to the point I just put it on top of the locker and ignored it. I looked over my shoulder to check if Brittney was going to give me some privacy as I undressed, then decided it was really dumb to care if a doctor saw me naked.
I kicked off the heels and slid my lingerie off. It was the first time I had really taken a moment to examine my body from inside it. Hot fucking damn. Every square inch of my skin was smooth and perfect. No moles, no ingrown hairs, no fat bulges, no tan lines, just smooth curves. I might have made a little purring sound as I let my fingertips move over my stomach and hips. I adjusted the angle of my head to look at my bikini line. There was a white line along my groin that went over my hip. If I didn’t know that it was the seam between the panel of skin covering my left leg and buttcheek and the panel around my torso, genitals and arms, I would have confused it for an old, curiously placed scar. There was a similar line on the other side to make it all symmetrical. I ran my finger over it and I could feel just the slightest rise to my skin at the join. I smiled when I saw the serial number and manufacturer logo on my left hip. I had intended to hide it with a simple UV treatment, but now I wished it was in a more conspicuous place. Maybe not my forehead, but maybe on the inside of my forearm. And while I was there, I had to take a moment to touch my new pussy. The outer labia were as smooth as the rest of me. I waxed myself before getting married, and it was never this smooth. No hair follicles had been installed.
Mmm, installed.
I had to spread the outer labia to see the inner. I saw my pink folds and my erect little clit just like I had designed them. But my first thought wasn’t to masturbate and see how sensitive I was, it was how much James was going to enjoy sticking his dick inside me. And yes, my second thought was about how good my new pussy was going to feel, based on how amazing it had felt to give my owner a blowjob.
I smiled. James owned this pussy. These legs. These curves. I imagined my body with piercings and tattoos that he desired. Things that wouldn’t be visible at work. Reminders I was his. My old body had no tattoos or piercings, but this wasn’t an aesthetic desire. If only James had a logo he could stamp on me...
Brittney coughed to break me out of my daydream. “Trust me, I know the first few days after activation are intense, but we both have places to be.” She smiled. It wasn’t a judgment or an order, just a friendly reminder.
I nodded and pulled out the bag with the clothes I had bought for my new body. I felt a little embarrassed by my selection. The light tan-colored cotton bra and panty set was functional, but God was it boring. It wasn’t like I needed something durable to hold up a big pair of breasts or keep a maxipad in place. It felt naughty, but I put them back in the bag. I pulled out the taupe-colored Capri pants and sighed. I always dressed like I was going to run into a client. Or maybe I dressed like a middle-aged woman who didn’t want to advertise how lumpy her body was. As fun as it would be to walk outside in just the gown from my activation, it wasn’t really an option. I slid the pants on and then put on the dark blue top I had bought. I was a little pleased I had screwed up the length. There was an attractive centimeter or two of skin between my top and my belt. There were no sleeves, just two thin straps over my shoulders.
I couldn’t decide if I was disappointed that the top was too loose and too dark to really see my nipples. I smiled at the thought of flashing my tits at James in public, so maybe it was nice that I could make it a bigger surprise.
I sat down to put the heels back on. I could go through my shoes later and decide what could be thrown out, but these were reasonably casual. I had felt like a genius for asking the manufacturer to keep my feet the exact same size, but at that moment I felt like I needed to purge every scrap of clothing the old me thought was ‘nice’.
UX-0118 had been waiting patiently while I dressed, “Just a word of advice, don’t buy too many clothes right away. You and your owner are going to go through a bit of trial and error about your new style. And there’s always the possibility he’ll decide your chassis needs tweaking. Let’s just say I didn’t start with these cantaloupes.” She chuckled and groped one of her large breasts.
But I didn’t feel inadequate. James didn’t seem all that concerned about breast size when we were designing my body. He was mostly concerned about making sure I didn’t look like Grace or Melody. And with my legs. But those looked great. Maybe he was concerned about irritating me before and would have new suggestions now.
I did feel bad about shutting down some of his other ideas. I should have agreed when he wanted inhuman channels for my pussy and ass. He was the one that was going to be using them, I was such a bitch to say ‘no’. Who was really going to find out if my anus had undulating ridges?
I once again let myself imagine James modifying me. I thought of being awake, not feeling it as they cut into my skin and pulled away my original robot pussy. I imagined a technician letting me inspect the bumps and ridges inside my new cunt before sliding it between my legs and sealing me back up. And I imagined it all happening because my owner ordered it.
I didn’t think I’d soak through the front of my Capris, but I willed myself to stop lubricating anyway. I could always turn it back on if James needed me to. I thought about what to do with the bottles of lube in my nightstand. Maybe I could fill myself up with them, or let James do it…
The realization of what I had done broke me out of the daydream. I had changed my own settings. I didn’t need training, I just instinctually did it. It was programmed into me. I cycled through some options. I turned off simulated blood flow for a few seconds. I shut off my breathing, then realized it wasn’t much different than holding my breath. I was enjoying the feeling, but a look at Brittney reminded me I shouldn’t indulge myself too much just yet.
My purse and other stuff could stay in the overnight bag. I stood up and retrieved my phone. I tried to remember the last time I had gone a week without answering work emails. It was probably back before I was working. Add in school emails and… shit, was it elementary school? And all it took was being unconscious. I checked for texts from Yves and Ida. Yves had sent me a courtesy ‘let me know how you’re doing when you’re feeling up to talking’ text, but there were no panicked ‘call me immediately when you get this’ messages. Nothing from James or my three girls, but Charlie had sent a ‘Hi Mom’ text three days ago, followed two days ago by a ‘we can talk later’ text. Technically I could set things up to receive calls and texts in my chassis, but it seemed even less like a worthwhile idea now than it did before my conversion.
I threw my phone in the bag. I spotted the card Brittney had left on my body and gingerly picked it up before slipping it into my pocket. I could almost forget I used to be inside the body under the sheet. The longer I was a machine - the more I enjoyed being a machine - the less stressed I got about the philosophical implications of everything.
Almost on cue, a nurse came in and asked if she could take away the body. Dr. Ngoepe nodded and there I went to be carved up as pieces and parts for other people. Or maybe just people. I was going to be rolling the question around in my mind for a while.
“Anything else before I’m dismissed, UX-0118? Do I need to be escorted out in a wheelchair?”
She smiled, “I think you’ll be fine, UX-49a4. My number is on the card in case you have any questions or just need to talk.”
I turned to the door, then turned back to the Doctor, “Thank you for your kindness and special attention to me. I’m sorry if I was a little rude earlier. I really do appreciate your work and the invitation to meet other women like us.”
“It’s my pleasure.” Brittney walked forward to leave the room with me.
“And I know it’s your programming, but thank you for reprogramming me. I can’t imagine being happier with the personality I wanted - the one the old me wanted.”
UX-0118 laughed, “That’s even more my pleasure.”
Part 2
Leaving the medical center felt so anticlimactic. Despite everything that had happened inside, it was still a grey building sharing a large parking lot with more grey buildings. I lifted my face toward the clear sky and felt the heat on it. I smiled at the thought that after living here for over 30 years, I could stop worrying about sweating through my blouse or needing a shower at lunch. My internal temperature was on the high side, but not close to the red. I kept my face up and started thinking about things like fluid levels. It really made me feel like a machine to just ‘know’ what was happening in my body.
James honked the car horn to get my attention. I could have walked to the parking spot, but he was treating me like I had undergone major brain surgery or something like that. I could feel the difference in my posture as I went toward our reasonably-priced sedan. For maybe the first time in my life I was unequivocally happy with the way I looked, and I’m sure it showed.
I saw myself in the tinted passenger side window. It was the first time I had seen my new face. I mean, I had seen the simulations, I had seen it frozen in the transfer room, but I hadn’t been near a mirror before. Even in a poor reflection, I was impressed by the job they had done on my newly-blue eyes.
But I didn’t want to keep James waiting. As soon as I opened the door and saw him, I felt better. And I had already been feeling good. I wasn’t self-conscious in the slightest about how much I was grinning when I sat next to him, set my bag at my feet, and shut the door.
If he hadn’t started pulling away from the curb, I would have started making out with him right there.
“You look great, dear.”
My heart soared. “I feel great.” I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
“Everything go alright with the doctor?”
I debated how much to tell him, “Clean bill of health, or all systems nominal, however you want to put it. She actually invited me to a little get-together with some of her friends.”
“That’s great. I’m sure the kids will be excited to see you.”
“Did you plan something?”
“They’re waiting for us at home.”
I was initially disappointed that sex was off the menu in the near-term. But if my owner wanted it, and my kids wanted it, I could set my carnal needs aside.
“All of them?”
“Olive is calling in from New York, but the rest are here.” Only James called our daughter Olivia ‘Olive’.
“Do you mind if I check my face? I haven’t had a chance to look in the mirror since I woke up.”
“Oh really? Sure, take your time.”
He probably had no idea how much ‘take your time’ meant to me. I flipped down the sun visor on the passenger side and took a better look at my face. I really did look like I belonged on a magazine cover. Maybe I wouldn’t wear quite so much eye makeup at work, but the face itself was flawless, like it had never had a sunburn or a pimple. And I supposed it hadn’t. I made a few faces at myself in the mirror, checking my stunningly white and straight teeth in the process. I couldn’t help but hear James chuckle.
I turned to him, smiling, “I need to be sure this face can do more than suck cock.”
He blushed. I never talked like that before. I found that I liked talking that way. From the side I couldn’t quite tell if he liked it or not. If not, I’m sure he could warm up to it. He owned a cocksucking machine now, after all.
I turned my head to the side and saw the thin white seam along my jaw line and below my ear separating the skin of my neck and torso from the skin on my face. I lifted my head to see where the line continued, hidden by my chin. I felt behind my neck, and could just barely feel where the seam was at the bottom of my hairline, and the other seam traveling down my spine. That was the seam I saw when I first saw my chassis...
James got to the onramp for the highway and let the car take over driving. The windshield darkened to match the tinted side windows. But the earlier thought about being owned brought a question to mind. And now he’d be able to focus on an answer.
“We probably should discuss a few things about how I should act before we meet the kids.”
James had begun to lean toward me, but went back to his seat and sighed, “I suppose so.”
“I’m guessing you don’t want to tell them that you own me now.” I still got that little thrum of pleasure from saying that last part.
“Yeah, that would be a bad idea.” He gave it a beat, “I don’t think it would be good to tell anyone.”
I thought about Yves and Ida. I wasn’t sure if they needed to know. There wasn’t a lot of case law about synthetic humans as legal representatives, but everything I had read indicated I would be treated the same as I had before. As long as it didn’t impair my work performance, it was none of their business. “Okay, I won’t tell anyone… Or I’ll ask you first if I think I need to tell someone. And I’ll restrain myself unless you tell me everyone else around me knows.”
I thought about serving drinks for James and his buddies as they watched football, wearing nothing but heels and stockings. It was one more thing that sounded appealing, until I realized that sort of thing would get around our social circles fast. And doing something that inviting for other men didn’t feel right either.
“Sounds right. Although I really don’t plan on telling anyone.”
I nodded and let a few beats pass with nothing but the road noise around us. Since we were talking about it, I decided to really talk about it. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but why did you want me programmed to be a machine?”
“You are a machine.”
I tried my best not to roll my eyes at him. “I meant I had already agreed to be a better wife, why did you decide to add programming to make me your property? I’m not mad, I want you to get what you wanted from me.”
He sighed, “You’re going to be mad.”
I smiled, “That’s unlikely.”
He was avoiding eye contact. “I was on some message boards for men with gynoid wives.”
This wasn’t starting well.
“And so many stories were about how things didn’t change. Their wives were still stressed. They still had arguments. They were still their own worst critic. I.. I knew you wanted to change, you wanted your life to change. I tried to get you to agree to deflate your ego, but you shot that down.”
He must have been talking about the dominance and submission stuff in the perfect wife programming that I shot down. I didn’t interrupt him. He needed to talk, so I needed to listen.
“I didn’t think you’d let me add this programming to you once you were a robot, so I had them add it during your initial programming.”
It was hard for me to tell if that would have been true. Maybe a taste of truly putting James and the kids first would have made me willing to get deeper programming. I swallowed my instinct to defend my honor.
“I want us to be happy, and you probably would have found a way to make yourself miserable.”
That cut close to the bone. I thought of the times I had stewed angrily during a vacation because something had gone wrong.
“Or you would have found some loophole like you only needed to be someone’s perfect wife. Someone with a yacht or a 12 inch dong.”
I chuckled just a little. “I’m not sure I want to be around saltwater with this grade of joint sealant anyway.”
He smirked at me.
“If you want, I can be your happy toy all the time. I can just pretend to be Liz in public - when necessary.” It was probably a little selfish of me. James could solve my little existential crisis and I didn’t have to do any mental heavy lifting. And it was kind of amusing to think of a gynoid sextoy running a law firm.
He gave it some thought. I believed he was actually going to ask me - to tell me - to surrender my humanity to him. And I’d do it. Maybe not immediately like flipping a switch, but I’d try my best to consider Elizabeth Cochrane to be some woman who donated her memories to me and died in the process. I’d be a fresh, guiltless robot built for my owner’s pleasure and it started to sound appealing.
“No. You’re still Liz. You’re still my wife.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself too.
“Is that what you want, or what you think you should want?” I rubbed my hand on his thigh.
He didn’t move it away. “It’s what I need to believe.”
I leaned in and gave him a little kiss. “You did the right thing.”
“Hmm?”
“We’ve been together for almost 30 years, I know when you’re feeling guilty. You have nothing to feel guilty about. I love being like this. Just sitting here with you makes it a great day. And obeying you is... it makes me feel like my world is perfect.”
“You’d really be fine if I treated you like nothing but a walking sexdoll?”
I nodded. “Especially if we’re talking about ‘in private’, I want to be treated in whatever way makes you happiest.”
“But if I ordered you to get giant tits, blonde hair and thick lips installed, you’d do it?”
I didn’t want to wreck my career and lose that substantial income, but I didn’t think he wanted the full rundown of ‘if’s.
“If you insisted, and didn’t care about the consequences, I would look however you want me to look. After all, technically these are your tits, not mine.” I lifted my top with my free hand and flashed him, even if I didn’t have much to show. I think he was about to get an anime-style nosebleed.
I started unzipping his fly, “Never feel shy about giving me a command. I want to obey you. But I also want to keep my career intact. If I say no, please understand it’s not because I’m angry or offended.” I moved my hand inside his fly. Mmm, just feeling his growing erection made me light-headed with joy.
He let me play with him for a little bit. I wasn’t being aggressive with my fondling, it was almost entirely over the boxers. Then he spoke.
“Masturbate for me.”
It was a direct command. My world stopped while I evaluated it. I thought he’d like a handjob more, but that wasn’t my decision. There was no reason to delay.
“This unit obeys.” It wasn’t some automated response, but pretending it was gave me a little shiver of pleasure.
I removed my hand from my owner’s lap then scooted forward in my seat so I could straighten myself enough to unbutton my capris. With a quick motion they were below my knees. I turned my lubrication back on and started rubbing my pussylips. It was hard to distinguish the physical pleasure my fingers were generating from the emotional pleasure I was getting from obedience.
I moved my finger to my clit and moaned softly, slowly licking my lips. I turned my head to see James’ reaction. It made me smile to see his eyes so wide and his mouth hanging open a little.
“This pussy belongs to you.”
He tried to work some saliva back into his mouth. “All of you does…”
Oh fuck did that feel nice to hear. I started moving my hips, grinding on my hand and working my clit faster.
He watched me some more before he could speak again, “...It’s not an act.”
“Mmm, no sir.” I stuck two fingers inside myself and it felt only slightly less nice than flicking my bean. I explored the walls, seeing if there was a spot more sensitive than the rest, but it was all uniformly amazing. I started arching my back and hips off the seat and moaning more loudly.
“Don’t cum until I say so.”
Another direct order. I felt stuck on the upslope toward my peak. I didn’t mind being stuck like this, awash in pure, uninhibited pleasure. I didn’t think he wanted me to stop masturbating, so I kept going. I lewdly moved my hips in the air for my owner’s benefit. “This unit obeys.”
“Call me ‘Master’”
“Of course, Master.” That felt so nice to say. A lot of things were feeling nice at the moment.
“You look so good like that, my little fuckdoll.”
If I was allowed to cum, I definitely would have then and there. It was affirmation more satisfying than any compliment or award I had received in my life. “Thank you for letting me use this dollycunt for my own pleasure, Master”. I’m not sure where ‘dollycunt’ came from, but it fit.
The car started beeping and I slammed my butt back in the seat. I turned my head trying to figure out what was happening.
James yelled out a quick ‘fuck’ and faced forward in the driver’s seat again. It was just the alarm that the car was ready to exit the freeway. My head was still fuzzy from the pleasure, and I giggled at my own confusion.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you make that noise.”
“What, a laugh?”
“That was a giggle.”
I wasn’t making any movement to pull my pants back up. “It seems fuckdoll-appropriate.”
He gave an amused huff at that and took the offramp.
“Do you want me to keep going?” I started rubbing my clit again.
The next huff was less amused, “Get cleaned up, we’ll be home soon.” I took it as disappointment rather than irritation at me.
I reached into the glove box to find some tissues. “We could always pull into a cheap motel…” I sniffed my hand out of curiosity. My fingers didn’t really smell of anything.
Another unamused grumble, “The kids are waiting… I shouldn’t have told them we were on our way.”
I figured that would be the response. I wiped down my hand and pussy then realized something else felt wet in the seat. I lifted my rear to check and there was a colorless wet spot where I had been rubbing my butt. I puzzled over it and then started giggling again.
James looked over briefly, “what?”
“My ass lubed up so much it made a little wet spot on the seat.” I reached below myself to wipe there too.
He smiled, “I guess that’s why it’s there, after all.”
I pulled my pants back up and re-buttoned them. I flipped down the mirror for a quick hair check and I looked good as new. You couldn’t tell I had just been deep in the throes of pleasure.
James looked a bit more pink in the face. He got even more pink when I leaned over and whispered into his ear, “I want my first climax as a fuckdoll to be when you cum inside my tight virgin asshole, Master.”
He almost missed the turn into the driveway. I was very proud of myself.
Part 3
But I felt a little guilty as we pulled in. I really didn’t want to see the kids. I wanted to properly fuck my owner and explore my new body. But it would hardly be the first time James and I set aside our wants to make the kids happy.
I got out of the car and did one last check of my clothes. I followed James to the front door, rather than entering through the garage. I walked inside and…. Nothing.
James shouted, “We’re here!”
Someone shouted back, “We’re in the den!”
For a brief moment I considered yelling out a lie that my legs were backordered and I couldn’t walk there. I waited a few extra moments to see if they were interested enough to get off the couch. At first I was irritated at the kids, but that didn’t seem to stick. Then I saw the look on James’ face and started getting irritated at them again. With that little disappointment I followed James toward the back of the first floor of the house.
I walked into the room and yelled “Surprise!” before doing a twirl.
Olivia’s face was on the TV, with one of her friends lurking behind her. The rest of the kids were at least off the sofa and facing me, but keeping clear of the TV.
Melody, my youngest, spoke first “Wow, you look great, Mom!”
“You’re moving very well.” Grace’s husband Pierre was next. I wasn’t fond of the implication that I would be moving like a stiff automaton, but I could chalk it up to him being a moron rather than him being passive aggressive.
“Your body is taller than I thought it would be.” Charlie was very intently looking at my eyes. I think he didn’t want to be checking out his Mom’s hot body.
“You saw the renderings, dear.”
“I know, but that’s on a screen.”
Olivia unnecessarily shouted, “Are you feeling alright? Any light-headednesses?”
Only when your father’s cock is in my mouth, sweetie. “No, I’m feeling great; The best I’ve felt in years.”
James went to get a beer. I could feel myself start to turn to get it for him, then realized how suspicious that would look.
“Do you need to sit down?” Pierre again.
I shook my head, “Only if you want to.” I thought about how much battery life I had left, and immediately learned I could go another 5 hours at this level of power usage.
Once James was back in the room, Charlie and Melody felt comfortable picking their open beers up off the table.
“Grace, how does her skin feel?” Olivia shouted again.
My eldest blushed and stepped forward, I smiled and held out my arm. She took my index finger and inspected it on its own, before moving up to the back of my hand, then my forearm.
“Warm, flexible, really smooth. I don’t know if I’d be able to tell it’s fake if I didn’t know it was fake.”
I supposed that wouldn’t be the last time someone called me ‘fake’.
Grace kept feeling it for a little longer than necessary. She snapped out of it well enough to go grab her drink.
“I unpacked your equipment and set it up in the basement, Liz”. Pierre smiled like a puppy. I always thought he was compensating for Grace not getting along with me. It didn’t make me any more impressed by him. I mean, he was a ForEx analyst. He might as well be a professional coinflip guesser, he’d have the same record of accuracy.
“Thank you, Dear.”
Olivia was doing her best to remain part of the conversations while phoning in, “Not in the bedroom?”
He handed me a little kit, about the size of a clutch bag, labeled “Access/Repair” on the side. “Not enough amps up there. I basically had to wire in a new circuit breaker for her maintenance station.”
I unzipped the bag and pondered if I could get someone in the next day to make sure the house wasn’t going to catch on fire when I plugged myself into the fast-charger. The bag had a few chemical vials, some empty vials, two proprietary cables, and a tool with a craft knife blade at one end and a flat squared-off metal piece at the other. I wondered what I was supposed to do and at least knew step 1: pour 15 ml of jar A and 10 mL of jar B into an empty jar. It looked like it was for sealing up skin, or opening it up.
Thankfully, no one was asking me to strip out of my skin just yet.
The rest of the night went like that. The kids would poke at me a bit, ask me questions about how I was feeling, then drink some more. Someone threw some frozen pizzas in the oven. I told everyone they weren’t tasty enough for me to go to the hassle of emptying my oral intake reservoir after eating a slice.
Which meant Charlie had to spend 30 minutes making poop or bulimia jokes whenever there was a lull in conversation. Olivia got in an only slightly better jab about not being the first lawyer to spew shit from their mouth. I let them have their fun.
Grace stayed uncharacteristically quiet and uncharacteristically sober. I tried to get her to open up a bit, but that was a tall order with the entire family in the room. But at least we weren’t actively fighting each other.
I even got to show everyone how I could do a trickle recharge. Melody visibly winced as I took the small tool from the kit and cut into my armpit. There was no blood, and everyone got a small peek inside me before watching me stick a cable in there. I spent the rest of the night with my arm on the back of the sofa. I was going to need to experiment with the best way to have my arm at my side when plugged in.
But what I really wanted was my Master. I was so happy being next to him on the couch, but it just killed me that I couldn’t snuggle against him as tightly as I could. Why couldn’t I have been that type of woman before? He was my husband and yet it would have been suspicious if I wrapped myself around him. It’s not like I was going to start giving him a lap dance.
Okay, there was a small chance I would’ve grinded a bit on his lap given the opportunity and a lapse of concentration.
Olivia tapped out first, but she was also dealing with a time difference. Charlie was getting a little wobbly, so I used that as an excuse to end the evening. Melody would have her room, Grace and Pierre would have the guest room, but Charlie was going to be sleeping on the couch.
I only wished the guest room wasn’t across the hall from the master bedroom. I had my top off and my arms around James as soon as the door clicked shut. I wanted to make the walls shake with the sounds of my moans and let my Master know how he made me feel. Instead I had to whisper and constrain myself.
“I’ve been waiting all night for this.” I started to get his shirt off. I wanted to call him Master, but I definitely didn’t want anyone in the family overhearing that.
“This is the nicest family evening we’ve had in a while.” He reached between us to feel my breast before kissing me. I didn’t care about anything else but pushing my chest into his hand and kissing him back. I didn’t think about the ways I couldn’t serve him at the moment, I just luxuriated in the feelings I got from serving him in the ways I safely could.
I kicked off my shoes and started working on my pants while taking care not to disengage from the kiss and groping. I could feel my mouth, ass, and pussy get ready for sex. Whichever he wanted, I’d give him.
Well, not give. Whichever he wanted was his to take and use.
I had my pants around my ankles when he whispered into my ear, “get on all fours, on the bed.”
I was thrilled to obey. I didn’t even wait to get my feet out of my pants. I waddled over and got on my hands and knees, ass pointing at my Master. Only then I worked the last of my clothes off and let them drop.
James reached between my legs and for the first time touched my pussy. My brain lit up with pleasure, broken only by the realization that I moaned more loudly than I should have. I chewed on my lip and simulated heavy breathing as I moved backward and tried to push my cunt into his hand.
“Please fuck me, baby.”
Instead he dipped two fingers into my channel. My entire body twitched, but I kept the vocalization to a minimum. I needed to tell him at some point that I didn’t need foreplay anymore, even an abbreviated version.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I felt so perfectly satisfied that I barely noticed the fingers exiting my cunt. Master was happy with me and if it weren’t for my orders, I might have gone boneless with contentment and melted into the bed.
I looked over my shoulder “Being a robot makes me so happy, you can’t even imagine.”
I made a happy little growl as James got naked. He was, not surprisingly, already hard. I rested my head on the bed and reached back to spread my buttcheeks apart.
“You really want me to?”
“Absolutely.”
I quivered with anticipation as I felt the cockhead make first contact against my backdoor. I had never been this excited for sex. Even when I lost my virginity I was more nervous than aroused. And it wasn’t like our wedding night was the first time James and I had sex. I fought the urge to push myself back and around James’ member. It felt better to let him decide the pace.
It felt better that he was using me.
My anus was slick and flexible enough that he had little trouble stretching me out. It was toe-curling pleasure and I stifled another loud moan. It would have been so easy to lose myself in the pleasure. It was like every happy thought my brain could generate was happening at once. But even so, I had to keep control. Master didn’t want the kids to know, and frankly I didn’t either. But it meant I had to fight - just a little - against the pleasure.
James is not big, but he felt like a perfect fit inside me. I flexed my asshole around him, and tried to keep it in rhythm with his thrusting. I didn’t even think about making it good for me. I didn’t need any help for it to be great. But my Master deserved the best sex possible.
I toed that line between being loud enough that James knew I was enjoying myself - a lot - but not so loud that any of the kids would be upset. I felt James hand rubbing my hip. It took a minute for me to realize he was rubbing my manufacturer information. That made me squeeze hard on him.
I didn’t keep track of how long he lasted, but I felt him starting to speed up.
“Don’t pull out.” I said softly between the moans. I didn’t know if he was planning on pulling out, but after telling him to pull out more than once during sex, I thought he’d like to hear that.
James was never very vocal during sex, but he let out a hell of a grunt when he finished inside me. I braced myself for an orgasm that never came. I would have made James keep going with his tongue or hands in the past, but now I didn’t mind.
Once I could feel his cock stop twitching, I slid off and moved so I could gently lick him clean. I looked up at him and tried to communicate that I was happy to do this. My brain kept lighting up from the extended sexual contact. He had this weird smirk on his face as he watched me luxuriate in the taste of penis. I don’t know if he could see his jism slowly leaking out of my asshole, but I could feel it. I didn’t mind the feeling one bit.
As soon as he sat on the edge of the bed, I snuggled up against him. I just felt better when I was touching him.
He spoke first, “Was that alright?”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but it was the best sex of my life. Is there anything I could do to make it better for you next time?”
“That was already great.”
I felt like my head was filled with happy little butterflies. “Any time you want, baby.”
“I was going to talk to you before about how you were acting tonight.”
“Did I say something wrong?”
“The opposite. I can’t remember the last time we had all the kids together and no one started screaming at someone else.”
I thought back too. I hadn’t insulted Pierre’s intelligence - to his face. I hadn’t criticized Grace for dropping out of college. I hadn’t made any snide comments about Olivia living in a poly household. I hadn’t brought up Charlie’s DUI. I hadn’t even mocked Melody for her plans to major in Dance at college. Those were examples, but I pushed the buttons of all the kids. I could justify it as tough love to get them to improve themselves, but maybe I was just a bitch.
“I’m sorry I was so terrible to everyone for so long.” Those dark feelings I had before the conversion started to come back, partially blotting out the feelings Master elicited in me.
“You weren’t terrible. But you are … were a bit abrasive. Everyone still loves you.”
I wasn’t sure that was true, but I didn’t want to drop that on Master.
“We never discussed how I treated the kids.”
“I thought it would start a fight. And I never wanted to fight you.”
I loved this man so much. I loved him as much as I always should have loved him. I wished I had been this way for him during our entire marriage. I got off the bed and onto my knees on the ground. I bowed my head.
“I promise to never make you afraid of speaking the truth to me again.”
“I’m happy the programming worked.” He stroked my cheek and I turned my head into it. Any eavesdropper could think he was referring to the bland half-measures the human-me had agreed to. James and I knew better.
“Better than I imagined.” I rested my head on his thigh. “Do you want to go again?”
Master said yes and spread his knees further apart. I planted soft kisses on his penis and gently fondled his balls. I kept myself lubed but took my time. I wasn’t rushing to get him hard so he could go again while my arousal was still high, I’d be ready no matter how long it took. I smiled that I was thinking about fellatio as something I got to do, rather than had to do.
After 20 minutes, he was ready. I stared up at him and spoke softly, “How about I get on top?” It wasn’t the degree of supplication I wanted, but it got the point across. He nodded and it took me barely any time to hop up and nudge him onto his back.
I straddled him and reached between my legs to guide him inside my pussy. I grinned as the heavenly feeling of completeness washed through my body once Master’s cock was inside it. I started to moan softly, moving my hips while playing with my tits. I didn’t need the extra stimulation, but I thought it would be titillating - no pun intended - for Master.
I kept my bounces short so Master wouldn’t slip out of me. I looked down to see if he was enjoying himself. He stared at me like he viewed magnificent vistas on the hikes we used to take: awed by the beauty. My cunt squeezed around him extra hard.
I was concerned that he would go soft before cumming again. Everything melted away except keeping the noise down and the cock hard. For brief moments, I forgot I had any other body parts except a pussy.
I wasn’t concerned that I didn’t climax, regardless of how much pleasure I was feeling. This was all about Master. A few additional thrusts and I felt him deposit another load of cum inside me. I rolled off and snuggled next to him. I whispered into his ear ‘Thank you’.
I offered to keep snuggling him until he fell asleep, but he admitted that he liked sleeping alone. He hadn’t mentioned that in 30 years, but I accepted it gladly. I went into our closet and fetched myself a silky black robe to wrap around myself and preserve my modesty for the kids. The amount of extra room available inside it made me happy.
I kissed Master goodnight and snuck back into the hallway. I couldn’t see or hear anyone, but I tried to stay quiet. Halfway down the hall, I accidentally triggered the motion detector on the picture frames on the wall.
My mom and her mom had hung family photos on the wall, so I did the same in my house. I at least upgraded the tradition to using digital photos rather than hard copies. There were 25 frames on the wall, each cycling through pictures from one of the years since Grace was born. There were posed portraits, both of the entire family and of each of us individually. There were shots of us in front of one landmark or another. I could chuckle at it now, but I remembered not being amused at taking a 10-, 8-, 6-, and 3-year-old around London.
I spied a candid shot of me and Grace at the beach when she was 2 and I was pregnant with Olivia. I was trying to apply sunblock to us but Grace was screaming bloody murder and I looked ready to commit that murder. James thought it was cute.
There was another candid shot of me squeezed into a cocktail dress, trying to get the camera away from James. Another with me and all four kids after a day at Disneyland. Melody was asleep and everyone else looked exhausted.
Was I smiling in any of these, except when posing? Was anyone smiling in frame with me? How long had I been miserable?
The thought crept in again, how long had Elizabeth Cochrane been miserable? If I felt so happy, could I be the same person with the sour disposition in the photos?
I finally did see one of myself genuinely smiling. It was at the party right after Yves, Ida and I started the firm. I didn’t know if that made things better or worse. I could be happy, just not around my family.
I stood there a long time watching the images cycle. Viewing things long enough, I could find some counterexamples. But it wasn’t enough to change the assessment. Elizabeth may have loved her husband and kids, but work made her happy. But being with James made me happier than anything else. The difference was so fundamental that I wasn’t sure I wanted to be Elizabeth.
Part 4
The thoughts were still bouncing around my head when I went downstairs. Fortunately Charlie could sleep through anything. It was something I had liked when he was young and hated when he was a teenager. I snuck past him, through the kitchen, and down the stairs to the basement. I left the lights on and counted on my new eyes to amplify the dim light.
Pierre had indeed hooked up the maintenance station. It was the size of a tall bookshelf with doors on front and robot arms on each side and on top of it. I checked the back to be sure Pierre had secured it properly to the wall. The last thing I needed was to have my new chassis crushed.
I was hoping that my chassis would give me instructions on how to check if everything was wired correctly, but no such luck. The lights on the side of the station were green, so I had to assume it wasn’t going to immediately explode.
I instinctively knew I had to be naked for this. But that was as simple as shucking my robe and draping it over the washing machine. I rolled my shoulders nervously and turned my back to the machine.
“Nightly maintenance required for Unit UX-49a4. Authorization Naughty Kangaroo Gnome.” I tried not to shout it, even if I didn’t think I’d wake anyone.
The station whirred to life, but I didn’t flinch. I couldn’t move at all. I could only tell the arms of the station had grabbed me by the shoulders based on the noise, and by the way my frozen view shuddered briefly. I heard the third arm moving but didn’t know what it was doing. It sounded loud to me, but I could hope it wasn’t so loud two floors up where almost everyone was sleeping. I experienced a few more jerks, then the sound of pumps being used to move fluids either in or out of me, probably both. If that was happening, they must have split open the skin on my back.
I wasn’t told that the machine was analyzing my logs, I just suddenly knew it. I let the station do its job. And just like I knew it had started, I knew it had completed with no errors. And that’s when everything went dark.
Just as suddenly, everything was light again, except I was facing toward the station now. Its robot arms were back in place. I could tell my battery was at 100%, my lubricants were at 100%, my fluid reservoir was empty, and I had gone through a standard low-water external cleaning. I ran my tongue over my teeth and thought I could taste the spearmint.
It was also 2 hours later. I smiled. I hadn’t slept like a person, I had been shut off like a machine. I hadn’t taken a shower, I had been cleaned like an appliance. I hadn’t taken a pee, I had my system flushed.
I sighed and moved a hand to my pussy. I was an object and I loved it. With Master asleep, I didn’t feel bad about a little self pleasure. He wouldn’t be awake for hours. I got on my knees and started exploring my remade pussy. It felt great, but not as great as doing it in front of Master. That was probably by design. I thought about fucking him more as I fingered myself. I don’t think I had ever thought about James while masturbating when I was a human.
I stopped myself from thinking again about the differences in the biological and mechanical versions of myself and tried to just enjoy the sensations. I could feel my excitement rising, but I could never get to a peak. It was fun to keep trying, though. I just had to bite my lip to stop anyone from hearing me moan.
After 45 minutes, I was getting a little concerned about why I couldn’t reach climax. I don’t know if I remembered or if my chassis told me that James had ordered me not to cum until he said so. And he didn’t say so. I wasn’t angry about it, I just felt turned on that he could control me like that. I wondered if I could get truly angry at him now. I decided it was a dumb thing to worry about and even dumber to try to make myself angry at him.
No one would be awake for hours, but I was totally alert. I thought about masturbating some more, but I decided I really should be productive and answer emails. I also should have either grabbed my phone or my laptop before coming down here.
I threw my robe back on and tried to be quiet coming up the stairs. My office was on the first floor, which meant I had to slip past Charlie. As I got close, I could tell by his breathing that he was just pretending to sleep. This wasn’t some super-robot sense thing, it was a Mom thing. I blushed at the thought that he had heard me masturbating… extensively. It occurred to me that I was supposed to put his needs before my own, and I wondered if that extended to - well - adult things.
I had thought about what Charlie was doing with his girlfriends before, now I thought about being the one sucking his dick. Thankfully, I found the idea revolting. Putting him before myself didn’t mean everything was on the table. Then again, it was probably against my fidelity programming too. I thought about fucking a young movie star that had featured prominently in my past masturbation sessions. It didn’t feel all that exciting, but it wasn’t revolting.
I peered over the couch at my son. I was actually happy that I had helped him get out of a harsher penalty for drunk driving. I had been mortified at the time, but Ida's husband Louis had convinced the prosecutor the injury to the guy in the passenger seat wasn’t worth an enhanced charge, especially if the knee could have been messed up in 100 other ways at or after a frat party. I clearly remembered the resentment at being put in that position. Now I felt like if I had influence, it was good to use it to help the people I love. I mean, it didn't really hurt anyone else.
“Are you ok, Mom?” Charlie had stopped pretending to sleep.
“Yes dear, just on my way to the office.”
“In your robe?”
“Home office, dear.” I needed to do some clothes shopping. Maybe I’d do that instead of emails… no, I’d rather shop in person.
“Okay… I’m sorry about the vomit jokes tonight.”
“Don’t worry about it, Honey. I’m sorry if I woke you up.”
He didn’t say anything for a few beats. “It’s fine.”
Maybe he had heard me downstairs. Eh, he could get over it. He was a grown man, he could accept that his mom had sexual needs as much as any other woman. And if he didn’t know women masturbated, he was going to figure it out sooner or later. “Go back to bed dear. But let me know if my typing is bothering you.”
I carefully opened and closed the office doors. They were French doors, so I didn’t turn on any lights. I had to readjust my chair to account for my taller chassis and smaller ass, which was more gratifying than irritating. I instinctively reached for my glasses before realizing I wouldn’t need them. And I didn’t care at the moment if viewing a laptop screen with almost no ambient light was bad for my eyes… or optical sensors if you prefer.
I’m a ‘clean inbox’ sort of person, so it hurt me just a little to see ‘999+’ emails there. I started at the bottom, with the emails trying to get my opinion on something before I went in for my conversion. Most of those resolved themselves on their own while I was under. I scheduled some polite ‘thank you for handling this’ emails to go out once the workday for everyone else began.
I skipped the ‘when you get back, look at this’ emails for now, and deleted the junk mail about office events I had missed. But there was one event scheduled to happen in a few days that I stopped on. Yves had scheduled an evening event at his home to celebrate my return and my transformation (his words, not mine).
It wasn’t surprising that Yves was hosting the party. He was always looking for an excuse to justify the size of his estate. That’s my description of it, probably not his. But when you have 11000 square feet across three buildings on a 3 acre lot, I think I have the right idea. Oh, the benefits of being from old money.
Normally, I had to be dragged to these things, even when I wound up having a good time at them. Now I imagined walking around as a piece of eye candy, and all the men thinking how lucky James was to have me. I had never been beautiful before. I imagined showing all those people that I was a machine now. Sure they would have been told, but now they would know. And all the other women would wish they could be a gorgeous machine like me. They could curse my wealth if they wanted to, but I wouldn’t have to curse their beauty and youth anymore.
I was going to need a new dress: One that showed the maximum amount of skin allowable at a professional event.
The sun slowly rose and the rest of the house started to wake up. I promised myself at one point I would wait upstairs to be Master’s cocksucking alarm clock, but I had missed my opportunity today. I stopped working to make coffee and pancakes for everyone. The kids were a little surprised, but it felt good to feed them. I even had a little coffee and decided I really was just consuming it for the caffeine. I could still make it for James, though. I went upstairs and put on some actual clothes. It was just jeans and a blouse, but I still spent a few minutes admiring myself in the mirror before coming back downstairs to continue working. The maintenance station had removed my makeup, but I was happy to see how beautiful I looked without it. I didn’t bother putting any back on.
Charlie left to go back to campus. Melody headed off to school. Pierre and Grace got out their own laptops at the kitchen table to do some work. James parked himself in my office, answering a few emails on his phone. I couldn’t bear to tell him how distracting his presence was. I wanted to bend over the desk and have him fuck me. No, I wanted to be on all fours on the desk, frozen in place, while he ran his hands over my chassis before he ordered me to move to the ground and obediently suck his dick.
I was getting work done, but damn I wished I could be working nude for Master’s enjoyment. On the other hand, the warmth between my legs was making the busywork easier to manage. I thought about it. I still wanted the firm to do well, but now it wasn’t just to prove my own worth, it was to make me worthwhile for Master. Intellectually, I knew James loved me. Emotionally, I was thrilled at the thought of being more valuable to him.
Mmm, a more valuable possession. An asset with increasing value. Framing things that way, I could almost ignore my arousal and barrel through my workload even faster. Before too long I had addressed all my emails and prepared a to-do list for the ones that still needed a more detailed response.
I gave Yves and Ida each a personal call. Both went about the same way. They asked how I was doing, I sang the praises of being a robot. They updated me on the high-value cases they were personally overseeing. They asked for pics of the new chassis and I said I’d reveal myself at the party. They asked when I’d be back in the office, and I said next Monday, on schedule. They tried to hide their surprise that I was healthy, in town, and not working followed by congratulating me for finding some work-life balance.
After all that it was still only 11 am. I went to the kitchen and asked Pierre and Grace if I could fix them lunch. They said they’d be fine with cold cuts from the fridge and I didn’t push them.
I went back into the office and gave James a big kiss before he could look up from his phone.
“What was that for?”
“Just because I love you.” I mouthed the word “Master” after it.
His eyes darted in the direction of the kitchen, but he did start grinning.
“All caught up?”
“Not really, but it can wait. How about we go dress shopping? Maybe go to that sandwich shop?” I slid into his lap perpendicular to his legs and draped an arm over his shoulder.
“I’ve got a meeting with the Shining Hope Center about preparing their year-end reports. Why don’t you take Grace?”
“She’s working.” I stuck out my lower lip and tried to make a cute pout, “and I’d rather go with you and let you ogle me in different outfits.” I started slowly flexing my ass cheeks and moving subtly in his lap.
He adjusted his arm to wrap it around my waist. “Ask her anyway.”
Whether he meant it as an order or not, I took it as one. And I got that delicious feeling of focus from being commanded. I leaned in to give him another wet kiss.
“Be right back.” I was off his lap before he could protest or change his mind.
The conversation with Grace was short. She barely looked up from her screen to tell me she was too busy today. She also didn’t offer to go with me after she was done today or tomorrow, so I got the hint. Really, I wasn’t too surprised. Neither of us had really enjoyed clothes shopping. It wasn’t a mother-daughter bonding thing for us. On my way back to my owner I tried to think of what was a bonding thing for us. I came up with ‘cute office supplies’ and not much else.
I moved back onto Master’s lap, “She’s working.”
He rolled his eyes at me a little. The repetition may not have been as playful as I intended.
“I don’t want you going out alone. I know you feel fine, but let’s not tempt fate here.” He rubbed my back. I no longer had soreness there for him to workout but the contact was so nice. “Where did you want to go?”
It was a good question. I had a tailor for my work outfits, but I went to regular old department stores and discount resellers when buying stuff for me. I didn’t know where to buy something to best accentuate the body of a young fashion model as opposed to buying something to hide the lumps of a 50-something mother of four.
“I.. I think I’ll need to investigate.”
“While I’m at work, you can try on all the clothes you ordered and see if they need alterations. Then figure out a good place to buy an outrageously pricey dress.” He smiled and moved a hand to my breast.
I sighed happily, moving my chest into his hand. I got another little buzz from being given an order.
“But for now, I need to go.”
I pouted again, but got up. I gave him another kiss and followed him out of the office. He went to the garage and I went upstairs. It wasn’t until I was naked in my bedroom that I realized I forgot to ask Master about rescinding his “don’t climax” order.
“Well, fuck.” I said to no one in particular.