3 comments/ 93920 views/ 20 favorites The Perfect Sex Robot By: gmikeisbad "Female med student seeks male for sex robot project." This is my honest recollection of how I got to this position: When I'm bored I do Internet searches based on whatever fantasy elements are running around in my head at the time. Last week I saw this ad in the free Sydney online classifieds. I like technology and have always been fascinated with robots. I answered the ad and after a few non-specific emails back and forth and a photo of me - Genie the med student and I met up on campus in one of the engineering storage rooms. I was very excited to see the sex robot project and felt with my background in physics and computing we could really make something great. I was a little disappointed to see on the table just a bunch of thin friction buckle belts with wires, contact electrodes hanging from what looked like a stripped out hiking backpack and a bunch of electronics in boxes. The biggest box read "StockStill TM". I had never heard of it before that evening. I looked Genie the med student up and down. She was a little curvy with long brown curly hair tied back in a bun high on the back of her head. Her skin was pale but her features looked Middle-eastern or maybe Indian. Her eyes were dark, almost black and her long lashes made them look very sultry. Her breasts were very nice, I studied them in depth, round and full and tonight she was showing just a peek of cleavage. Trying to sound smart I asked -- "Is this some sort of motion capture suit?" Genie nodded, "Yes, to capture your movements, very cleaver." She pointed to the aerial and the WiFi router and the computer and said "...it all runs through a standard LAN network so I can use it over the Internet anywhere in the world." She hid a little grin behind her hand. I was a little confused as to why that information was relevant at this point. I was too excited, my mind was racing with sex and robots and possibilities to really care, and there was that look in her eyes that was deeply sexy. She continued: "The rig is ready. Would you like to try it on now?" [me?] I thought. [well I guess I could try it to check data flow and set up a model or whatever we were doing] so I nodded. Genie gave me a glass of water and two large pills. One pink and square and the long and white. "Take these, they will stop you from feeling any.. ...discomfort from the electrical current." I took them in my hand and asked, "What do you mean?" Genie explained, "The rig uses a very small electrical current with your muscles to capture your exact movement. It's safe." and she grabbed a part of the rig with a metal contact on it and turned the machine on and off to demonstrate. Seemed reasonable, I downed both pills with the water. "Now, we need to get the contacts... in contact- (Genie hid a giggle with the back of her hand and gave me another sexy look) -with the skin on your arms and legs. Just take off your jeans and you can put them back on over the top." She turned to face away from me in the small utility room. About 10 minuets went by as I struggled to put on the harness, tighten up all the buckles and get back into my clothes. I started to feel my lips buzzing. And a strange kind of distanced feeling. Genie saw me repeatedly licking my lips as said in a stern voice, "Stop that!" I stopped. "Stand at attention!" My body moved to attention before I realized she was speaking. The room was flickering and trailing a little, my eyes seemed to jump slowly around the room on their own. The lights in the room seemed to be dimming or like a tunnel was forming around my head. Genie explained, "The pills you took were 'Codeine' and 'Scopolamine'. Separately they are pain and travel sickness medication for animals, but once metabolized together they make the drug 'sodium pentathol' you have probably seen in movies about spies. It's called often truth serum but it actually does more. You are now fully under my control." I continued to stand at attention. Genie moved over to the big workbench and positioned a web cam on a laptop I hadn't noticed before. "During this test I will be administering several physical and electrical challenges to subject M3." She turned to me and said you are M3, repeat your name for the camera." Once again I acted before I understood what was happening and said, "Yes, I am M3". Looking straight into the webcam. I was hearing myself but taking some time to realize what I was saying. I thought about sitting down but could not move. Or could not make myself move at least. Genie forced back a smile and said, "Remove all your clothes. " I took off my shirt and jeans, shoes and socks but my boxers were on under the harness. I fiddled with the harness but could see no way to remove it. Genie just watched me struggle for thirty seconds or so. She covered her face before saying, "Stop. Hold still." She was grinning madly, really getting excited. I stopped and she took a pair of side cutters and snipped off my shorts. "Put these on." She handed me a cock ring and attached butt plug. I put the cock ring on, she shot some electro-gel into my ass as lube and slipped in the plug. When she clipped the strap at the back I felt the ring and the plug pull tight. "This is the Gen 3 human control harness", she said to the camera as she locked the ring and plugged the wires into the box at the back. "It can both unstoppably flex, rigify or relax the limbs, modify speech, induce pain or unconsciousness and produce or block erections and ejaculation." Genie lowered a winch with a large carabina and hooked it to the back of my harness. It took a few seconds for what she said to sink in and I started to say, "I don't want-" "Stop. Silence!" The orders hit me like a slap. Once again I froze unable to control my body, like in a dream when you want to move but you just don't. Genie took a collar from the back of the harness and clicked it around my neck. " This attachment allows modulation or arrest of the larynx. Allowing control over both pitch and volume of the subjects voice to the upper limit of hearing and to complete mute." I was confused and I did not say anything. Or try. Genie continued, "Test one, Friday the 12 of June 2010 7.55pm, Total limb relaxation at 60 volts." Genie tapped her i-phone and I fell instantly into the harness dangling from the winch line like a fish. My arms and legs totally jelly. An intense itching all over. "Lift your arms!" Commanded Genie, I couldn't but I was trying to push my legs down to take the weight off the harness that was cutting into my thighs. I could feel a little give in my legs but no strength at all. Genie took a g-clamp from the workbench and clamped it on my ear hard. I could feel the pain but I was having trouble taking a breath. "Take the clamp off your ear!" I tried to move but nothing happened, I was starting to feel very short of breath. Genie looked closely at my face and said to the camera "Test ended, evidence of early asphyxia 8.01pm" and tapped her phone again. I immediately gained control of my legs and could breath normally again. "Stand at attention!" Ordered Genie "Confirm your name." "M3" came out as I snapped to attention. Genie added, "Now repeat: M3 is ready for Test 2" "M3 is ready for Test 2" but I wasn't. I reached up to take the clamp off my ear- "Stop! You can take that off in the next test." Genie's face a glow with lust. To be continued... The Perfect Sex Robot Ch. 02 Sex robot M3 day 2. The last thing I remember of last night is hearing Genie the med student explaining test two to the webcam recording the session. I woke up at home clothed but without underwear. My feet were bruised the tip of my left big toe skinned – I must have stubbed it last night. There was a new prepaid smart phone in my pocket with a bicep armband. I opened the "New message": Good morning M3, Last night was tons of fun, you performed very well. Now that I have some pocket money I can continue my research with you. I am unsure how much you are able to remember, so I took the liberty of sending the link to some of my experiment recordings. But you should really watch the one you took from your new phone last night first. Don't worry the Vice Chancellor will never miss it - buys a new car every year anyway. I have the rest of your phone recordings on file. I will be recording your reaction to your little adventures in my results. I will reveal them to you during our next test session. Please note, when you get a message from me, you will comply immediately or I will publish one of your tests on Youtube along with a scan I took of your drivers license. Further disobedience and I will forward your little crime spree to the police. But it won't come to that. You want to be a good boy don't you? I opened the video file saved on the phone. It was a view from the phone strapped to my arm. I was walking up a driveway to a very big expensive looking house at night. I could hear a faint voice. I guess it was through a blutooth headset that did not record on the Phone. I seemed to be following instructions, pausing every few seconds hearing the murmur of the voice before doing the next thing. I took out a car key with a garage door remote tapped to the back and pressed the button. The silver AMG Mercedes in front of me in the driveway unlocked with a yellow flash and quick chirp. As I got in I saw a reflection of myself in the tinted window – it was like a movie, I had no memory of this car or last night past the university store room at all, an almost total blank. I pushed big glass the start button and drove the car for about 10 minuets to Brunker Rd in Greenacre. I got out and two men got in and the video stopped. I think I videoed myself stealing a car. Did I walk home barefoot from Greenacre? My mind searched for a memory. My heart audibly pounded as I clicked on the link from the text message. I felt myself start to shake as it slowly downloaded. Genie's Voice: "Test 7 Friday 12 June 2010 8.42pm, Electro erection and electro ejaculation." I saw myself still standing at attention in the storage room in front of the workbench. Genie standing so her face was just out of shot tapped her phone and I quickly got a hard on, it took only a few seconds. In ten seconds it was bright pink and bobbing around. "Test subject experiences involuntary erection as shown. Erection is electrically stimulated through the subjects prostate. Frequency and Voltage variations are in my written report attached as an rtf file. Erection can be maintained without permanent damage to subject for prolonged periods. Endurance test to follow." Genie walked over and tapped my hard on with a ruler, and then measured it. "Erection independent of subjects control or mental state in any way." Genie took the ruler and batted the head of my penis like a Tee-ball. I cried out in pain and Genie said, "Quiet, remain at attention M3." I stood up straighter again and she backhanded me from the other direction with a giggle. Genie stepped out of the frame and continued, "Stage two, by increasing the voltage and modulating the frequency between 80 and 100 hertz electro ejaculation is achieved." With a few taps of her phone I stated shaking and air thrusting standing at attention. After five or six seconds there was pre cum starting to dribble out. Genie tapped her phone and said, "Subject is completely incapable of arresting the ejaculation while being stimulated." With those taps I stopped instantly returning to standing up straight. Genie started the winch and lifted me just off the ground. "Subjects genitals can be totally controlled electrically." Genie took my hair and pulled me upside down. She held my head between her knees and took a tie down and looped my feet, holding me upside down. Genie spun me around to face the web cam. "M3 if you cum it will be on your own face, so try not to cum. Subject has been given conflicting instructions, however the electrical stimulation is totally overwhelming." Genie tapped her phone again and I started shaking and thrusting swinging a little as I dangled from the winch line. Watching this on the little phone screen I could see it was me, but I had no recollection of this test or the ones between three and seven. Pre cum came out straight away and dripped on to my chest. Genie tapped the phone again and lowered the winch which repositioned me more vertically. She tapped the phone again and pre cum dripped onto my neck and then chin. I started shaking harder and cum spurted out onto my neck and then up my nose. Genie's voice "The subject will continue ejaculating until the scrotum is depleted. The ejaculatory action will continue while the electrical signal is present, it will take a few minuets for more the seminal fluid to regenerate." I continued to thrust and shake upside down like a freshly caught marlin. A cum bubble formed on my nose and popped. After a few seconds more pre cum dribbled onto my face and Genie tapped her phone saying "Experiment ended 8.48pm." The video abruptly ended. I get another text message: M3, I need to document your progress as a sex robot. The first two subjects experienced problems and the experiments had to be terminated. Close this message and take a picture of your face and send it back to me after you have seen the two videos I left for you. I had just watched the video of myself taking the Vice Chancellors car and being electro ejaculated with no memory of either thing happening so I took the picture with the phone and send it. Almost instantaneously I got a reply: Good M3, you are doing well. Here is the video from last night test 6, watch it now, then take another picture of your face for comparison. I opened the link and saw myself standing at attention in the full body electro harness from last night. The video cache was fast and I heard Genie the med students voice once again: "Test 6 Friday 12 June 2010 8.31pm electro castration and electro impotence. M3 can you hear me." I relied "yes." Genie holds up a magazine and says , "Can you see this Picture?" Again "yes." Genie continues "Do you find it sexually arousing?" Once more "Yes." At this point I start to get a semi - my cock starting to rise. Genie steps out of frame and says, "Subject M3 given visual stimulus is experiencing an erection as a result. With the application of a TENS signal, all biological stimulation is blocked. M3 put your right hand on your penis and masturbate to orgasm. Do you understand? "Yes." It's hard to see but the look on my face is almost like boredom. Genie taps her i-phone and I begin tugging away as Genie explains out of shot: "M3 is unable to achieve orgasm even though the erection continues to grow." I continue tugging for a minuet or so comically hunched over and swapping hands becoming more involved and speeding up. Genie waits for another minuet before adding "...stage two electro impotence. With a secondary DC signal the erection can be nullified altogether." Another few taps at her phone and my now raging hard on starts to soften and shrink in my hand. In less than 15 seconds it is completely flaccid and flopping around totally limp in my hands. I am still furiously tugging away, now with both hands air thrusting hunched over with a ridiculous look on my face. Genie waits through a full minuet of me gyrating and tugging before saying, "M3, stop. Stand at attention." I stop immediately and stand up straight. Genie adds, "The Chemical control over the subject M3 is total, however the electric signals from the control harness cannot be willed away because they are simply more powerful than the electrical energy from the subjects own nerves. Test ended 8.40pm" The video stopped. I was rocked, I had been naked and masturbating in a full body harness unable to come for ten minuets and totally controlled like a perverted puppet. Stunned, I forgot about taking my own picture. Seconds later I got another text message: M3! Take that picture NOW! I took another picture of my face and sent it without looking at it. A minuet or so went past before I got another message: Excellent, you are progressing well, now I need you to go to your computer for the next phase. I turned on my computer and it would not log on. Another text: Your new user name is "Sex robot M3" and your password is "Obedience" I now have administrative control over your computer. I have your email password and can send emails from your account and save files to your computer via TeamViewer remote desktop. I log in as M3 and find a new email account and instructions: M3 you are to record all of your experiences in an online journal. You must be totally honest; you must not hold anything back. My experiments on you are going well, however the ultimate goal is not your concern. Just be clear in your documentation of your experiences. You will help me complete my research and I will allow you time to continue working. Some of my experiments will involve using you in public settings, but outside of work and experiments you will only have time to eat sleep and complete your writing assignments. If you feel ill or are unable to comply with test instructions you must text me immediately. Be advised, if you fail any tests I will post your "adventures" on Youtube along with your name and whose car you stole. Now, open yahoo messenger your cam is set to public and your log on won't allow you to change my settings. Click on this link but do not play it until I connect with your messenger account. I will record your reaction to the viewing next test in real time. Yahoo starts and I can see Genie friends listed as "Owner". I click on the link and the video starts to download. It's a very small file. I see Genie "online" and start to view my cam. I click the video and it plays without sound. The cam is closer to me so my knees to head fill the frame. I get a hard on, and there is an orange light. The cam refocuses to show Genie heating a coil of wire in some pliers with a small butane torch. The coil is wound into two letters I can't read. Genie presses the glowing hot wire under the left side of my balls for a second and there is smoke but I don't react. Genie picks up a second coil and heats it. She presses it into the right side of my ball sack and there is a small puff of smoke again, this time she tapes her phone and I jump in the air. The agony is all over my face as I jump around holding my balls. The video stops mid-jump, freezing anguish on my face. Straight away I strip off my pants and lift up my balls to look. There is a small "GR" on one side and "M3" on the other. The brand has only scorched the skin and there isn't blood or broken skin. I hear a cackle of uncontrolled laughter over yahoo messenger and I see my mouse curser move by itself. Four pictures appear on my desktop and then open as tiled background. The first is a still of me being branded the second is me watching the video the third and fourth are me stripping and looking at the brands on my balls. The background image on my desktop is locked and I cannot change it. The cackling dies down and I hear the tapping of keys – OMG! You are a good subject. Relax now and I will be in touch soon with your next assignment. To be continued. The Perfect Sex Robot Ch. 03 Sex robot M3 day two continued. I had just finished reading the last message telling me to relax when I got the next one: M3 don't put the armband on until instructed. The transdermal patch could be harmful if you wear it unmonitored. I took a shower and got dressed; I was still so shocked I couldn't think straight. I just kept obsessing about what had happened that I couldn't remember. Endlessly it rolled over and over in my mind until I got an idea. I went to my computer and opened the link from test 7 and pasted the URL into Google advanced search to see if I could get the other videos from last night. I only found the tests Genie already sent me, so I went up one level with the URL and found a long list of folders: "Modified radio training collar" "Male subject one outline" "Subject one failure" "Subject M2" "M2 Gen 2 collar" "Gen 2 augmentations" "Gen 2.2 trial" ... "Female subjects" ... the list continued... I clicked on them one after the other, all with access denied error messages. Finally I see one "W_I_P" near the end. I click on it and see some text files – encrypted. But in a sub folder "Raw Data" find the rest of my test videos from Friday night. I open and play test one and it's just as I remember it. Hooked into the winch my arms and legs go totally limp as soon as Genie switches on the harness with her i-phone. A few seconds later my lips are visibly blue as I gasp for air before she shuts off the current. I was totally helpless and unable to move or breathe properly. Watching the second test while I read the file notes. I see it's listed at a lower voltage which alternates on and off. I can see myself breath in the pauses but am still totally out of breath and flop like a rag doll. I click on test three and it takes a while to download. I notice that yahoo is still on and Genie (Owner) is still "online". I hear Genie giggle and see only her finger wave on the yahoo window as she says: "Naughty, naughty. That's for later M3. But since you're so keen to continue our research you can put your phone arm band on and we can try a public field trial." The computer switches off by itself and I get a message on the prepaid phone: -- There is a WiFi hot spot at Wynyard station. Put this phone on your arm with the earpiece in and go to the costume shop inside Wynyard station mall. Your phone will auto connect when in range. Take $50 with you. You have 35 minuets. -- I am tired and sore and really don't want to go on another one of Genie's "adventures". I'm just not sure how much is play or if that really includes putting my drivers license scan on he internet with the earlier videos if I don't go... While walking out of the ticket gate I heard Genies voice over Skype. Like my computer at home this phone seems completely remotely controlled by Genie. "M3, the costume shop is to your right before you take the George street exit. Go to the shop and start to browse." A short pause as I walk toward the shop... From my phone in the armband the Skype camera can roughly see where I am going. "If the shop assistant speaks to you, you will say to her 'I am a naughty boy and need naughty clothes.' Repeat that for me now." I say as quietly as I can back to Genie: "I am a naughty boy and need naughty clothes." As I walk into the shop just 30 meters or so from the ticket gate. I feel relieved when I see the shop assistant is on the phone ordering something for a woman at the counter. I look at the costumes. There seem to be hundreds of them. Genie says, "Stop M3. That's too fast for me to see. Take each one out and hold it up to your left with your right arm and slowly turn it... One at a time, through all the costumes until I see one I like." I do it, red faced, but no one seems to mind me looking at each one, one by one, slowly. I feel like an age passes. Genie's voice over the little phone earpiece is crystal clear. It's only in my ear but it feels like everyone can hear Genie ordering me around. I go all the way through the men's costumes, with Genie asking to go back for a second look at the cowboy and then the gladiator. I move through to the next section and hold up here or four before I find a fairy princess costume with wings and a tiara and put it back when Genie says: "Stop! Go back to the fairy costume. Hold it up. Good. Put that one aside and continue." I look through about twenty others before an Asian shop assistant comes over. I tell her that I'm a naughty boy and need naughty clothes and she doesn't flinch. She tells me that the fairy costume is too small and starts looking through a rack just above the one I am searching. The shop assistant stands on a footstool and presses her hip into my head like pushing a dog or a chair out of the way. Genies say's, "Who's that? -[giggle]- I lost you for a second. Are you making new friends?" A long trailing giggle rings through my ear. The shop assistant pushes an Aladdin costume in my face and I take it, and she reaches through the wad of costumes and gets an adult fairy costume with wings, tutu and mask. I am very red now, burning with embarrassment. Genie in my ear, "Good, now get some tights." I start to ask about tights but the shop assistant is already looking in the cupboard under the register. "This is your size. Go in that room, you change in there." I turn around to see a small stock room with no door. I don't look at the other people milling around the shop and go in and strip down to my briefs open up the tights and put them on. The shop assistant walks in and takes the fairy costume out of the wrapper in one motion. She slips the tutu over my head, turns me around and roughly pulls my tights up and the tutu down. Turning me around again and says, "Hmm, you a little fairy ballerina, aren't you?" as she turns me around once again. She puts the fairy costume over my head and I notice there are gloves. I put the gloves on and a customer rings the bell at the counter. The shop assistant leaves me in full view and serves the two women at the counter buying a bunch of bachelorette party novelties. The women at the counter stare at me while their dildo shaped ice block molds, party hats and nude male playing cards are rung up. I continue struggling with the pink and purple lace sparkling gloves and get them on. They are a little small. The shop assistant comes back and says, "You forgot." Her Asian accent makes me wonder what she means for a second. Then I see her squirt some eyelash glue into the inside of the lace mask and stick it to my face. I lift up my hand to reposition it and she slaps my hand down. "Wait" and takes a garbage bag tie from a shelf and closes my left hand around the wand and zip-ties it on. "You don't lose it OK?" The shop assistant goes out and rings up another sale. I look around the room and see the security Camera feed. Genie says "Wow, that is good service. Wave to the camera M3 [giggle]. I saw some slippers at the door, get those now. After you pay, go out to George street and turn right." I walk through the shop past several people trying not to look and put on the pink sparkly slippers from the $2 basket out the front. Genie continues talking, I try to remember it all but the humiliation is rushing through my head like flood. "Stop when you get to the end of the next block, do not cross the street, wait on the corner. " I force out a quiet, "Yes." And the shop assistant says, "Who are you talking to fairy boy, your invisible fairy girl?" I try to make eye contact but can't, "Yes." I cannot open my left hand with the zip tie holding down my fingers around the fairy wand and I am fiddling with it as heat builds in my red face. The Shop assistant says, "Tight?" I nod and she reaches over and pulls it very tight holding the wand firmly in my hand. The zip-tie bites into my hand and it pushes my finger flesh in the pink lace glove out like a balloon. The shop assistant grabs the top of the wand and pulls me into the shop in front of the counter. "Glue dry now, you ready." She goes back into the storeroom and puts my jeans and t-shirt into a shop bag. I can feel the other shoppers looking. From this position people walking through Wynyard station can see in through the glass walls of the shop too. I reach into the bag to get the money and the shop assistant has walked off when my head was down. Genie says, "M3, this is a laugh but there is something else to do today so get a move on." I say I can't find the shop assistant. With that two women and a man come over to me. The man says, "She's on the phone, we're next." I wait for a few minuets while the trio look me up and down. One of the women says to her friends, "I think the mask is glued on" and pokes my face with her finger. I go redder and someone pinches my ass. The tutu exaggerates my hip thrust and a girlie "ow" escape my lips, an uncontrolled reaction to the pinch. The two women snigger and whisper something to each other and the shop assistant returns with the phone. I lift up the $50 note and she holds up her hand in my face in a stop action. Genie repeats, "Go right at George and wait at the end of the next block, you should see some orange flags hanging." The shop assistant takes my $50 and gives me a Gift certificate for $20.50. I think about it and the trio behind me pushes past. Wolf whistles and a wave of open laughter follow me as I walk up the arcade to the street and turn right. Most passers by wait until hey are behind me to laugh. I turn heads along George street and wait at the corner as instructed. I get a text message and struggle to read it with the phone strapped to my bicep: -- Cross George street and stop under the traffic light pole with two sets of lights and the orange flag. Hold on to the pole and slowly walk around it until I say stop. -- I cross with the signal and start spinning around the pole. On my third or forth turn I panic as I realize I have no money with me other than a gift certificate. Genie's voice is hard to hear over the Sydney traffic noise and the Saturday morning shoppers on the main road. "Good we are connected again, lift up your arms as you turn." I grab the pole higher up and make another three laps of the pole. A small crowd is gathering. "Now sing twinkle - twinkle little start, how I wonder what you are. Over and over until I say stop." I start singing and feel my arms get heavy holding the pole and the shopping bad in one hand and waving my fairy wand above my head in the other. More people circle around me as I lap the pole singing. I feel dizzy from the spinning and take a break. Genie says, "Did you stop? It's hard to see you on the traffic webcam, it looks like you stopped. Get moving, skip faster now and sing louder." I skip around the pole for another few laps... "Now M3, stop singing and tell me how you feel, but keep skipping around." I skip around and reply, "I feel humiliated." "What? I can't hear you over the traffic. Once again, louder please." I repeat. "I feel humiliated!" the crowd claps and some throw small coins. Genie sniggers, "Curtsy to your fans! Now arms up like a fairy ballerina and spin on the spot until I say stop." I curtsy and get more small change thrown at me. I am dizzy when I start spinning and quickly start to lose balance. It's just seconds before I fall down. Genie's voice is out of breath from laughter, "Ho, ha-ha, ow that was special. Don't get up just yet. Take your phone out and take a picture of yourself on the ground, and one of the crowd. Make sure you get your face in both." With some trouble I manage it and see that the tiara is a hair band and the shop assistant has pushed my hair up in a fan shape behind it. I am blushing so much my face looks like it's been slapped. I send off the pictures. And hear Genie receive it: "Pick up your clothes and that small change too. Walk up Martin place arcade to the State library." I collect my things and some coins to slow claps and mocking from the crowd when I bend over. The walk to the library was past a hundred or so shoppers eating lunch outside and a few hundred more just walking past the Martin place mall. At the library I get a text instructing me to put my bag in a locker and take the monorail to Harbourside and then walk over the Anzac bridge. I got to the Monorail stop and saw I didn't have the fare. Another text: -- M3, you naughty little fairy, why aren't you on the monorail?" -- I struggle to reply pushing the touch screen with the lace glove of my right hand. The position of the phone and armband makes it impossible for me to see the screen and type at the same time. I reply: $ I wait at the stop for almost ten minuets before I get a reply, the woman in the ticket booth watching with amusement: -- Hyde park fountain. Collect the coins. You have one hour to get to Anzac bridge. -- I didn't get any more texts for that hour. Walking the length of Macquarie street to Hyde park I got more wolf whistles and sniggers and quite a few idiots shouting from cars. Two mature Asian women stopped me and made a 'take our picture' gesture at the entrance to Hyde park. I took their picture then they both hugged me and took a picture of the three of us saying in broken English "martygass!" They chatted excitedly to each other as they trotted off looking at their camera screen. I got into the water of the fountain it was like ice. Each time I bent over to pick up a coin I got cheers from the people walking past. Soon people started throwing coins at me to watch me pick them up, clapping and cheering with an armada of camera phones, videos, and other cameras. I could not open my left hand, it was still stuck tight around the fairy wand so I was trying to hold the coins and pick up more with the same hand. I was dropping half as many as I picked up. Frustrated I slipped the coins into my underwear. The crown cheered again as the very cold wet coins slid around. I collected for a few minutes until I though I saw a security guard or someone policeman looking walking over. I quickly got out and jogged off sloshing and jingling. I got to the Monorail stop and had to fish the coins out. I couldn't see a bathroom anywhere so I backed up to the wall and pretended to tie my shoe (a pink sparkly slipper with no laces) as I slipped my hand down my briefs for the coins. The gloves and the wand a constant frustration, reminding me of the vulnerable situation I was in. I feel the heat from my face again as the humiliation deepens. A foreign family walked by but the tutu was hiding the action. I got on the monorail and the family got on the same carriage and starred at me all the way to darling harbor. I got off and got another text: Where are you M3? Get over that bridge now and wait at the statue. I jogged down toward Sydney fish markets and climbed the stairs to the bridge. Genie's voice as I was passing the Channel 10 TV station: "M3, pick up the pace. Now see that security guard, ask him where Gladesville bridge is." The bridge guard was very patient and explained that I would need to walk to the other end to get a bus from Victoria Rd. All the while I could hear Genie laughing in my ear. Genie asked me to move my puffy fairy sleeve out of the way as it was blocking the Skype camera on the phone. I crossed the bridge and waited at the statue of the soldier. I got another text: -- Move to the other side. -- I thought about it for a few seconds and made a dash across the six lanes of the bridge for the other side. I got to the traffic divider and straddled it as a truck blasted me with the horn on the way past. I sprinted to the other side of the bridge with loud honks and verbal abuse from drivers. I got a text but it was hard to read in the direct sun. I wondered around a bit and read it in the shade of the other statue: -- No stupid, why did you cross the road? The other side of the statue, I can't see you from the traffic cam on that side. -- I crossed the road again. And stood next to the first statue. More text: -- M3 stupid! Stupid little fairy. Did I say cross again? Start your video camera on your phone. I can only use Skype when you are in a hot spot. Start your camera recording and cross to the other side of the road, the light is better. -- I crossed again to screeching and honking from passing cars and buses. I made it to the other side and was told to send the video. It took a long time to send. The reply was: -- Good. Wait. -- An hour or so passed and I was really hungry and thirsty. I text: -- Hungry+thirsty -- I got a text back: -- Ow, I forgot you were waiting. Go to Ultimo Rd, there is a pie shop in front of the museum. Your change will get you a water and a hotdog. -- I walked back over the bridge down the stairs to Hannah's pies. The young eastern European pie lady smiled at me as she took my order. A few minuets went by and I got the drink but no hotdog. The lady came out from a side door with her camera in one hand and the hotdog in the other. She said, "Open wide" as she held the dog just out of reach of my mouth and took a picture teasing me with the sausage. Then another picture of us together. She took some tomato source that had run down the side of the bun on to her finger and ran it around my lips. She pushed my cheeks in and took another of us with her head pressed against the side of mine. She gave me the Hotdog and slightly more change than I had paid. Genie sent a text: -- Send me a picture of you eating in front of the pie shop. -- I took the phone off my arm and took a picture holding the hotdog in my mouth and sent it off. It took me a few seconds to attach it, I was starting to get disoriented. A high school group came out of the Museum of Technology and the Teacher made a point of crossing them over the road to avoid me. To be continued... The Perfect Sex Robot Ch. 04 Sex robot M3 end of day two. I waited outside the pie shop for an hour and my bruised feet ached and pulsed. I was relieved not to be getting honks and abuse from passing cars. But plenty of tourists coming in and out of the Powerhouse museum Sydney took my picture and laughed at me in my pink with purple trim fairy costume. Finally I got a text: -- Go to an internet café and open yahoo msngr. -- I walked around darling harbor looking for an internet café with no luck. I headed back up toward the city and found a convenience store with a few PCs. The Arabic looking man behind the counter just starred at me and did not answer when I asked to use the computers. After a minute or so I gave up and walked up one block to the next convenience store. The Indian looking woman was very friendly and helpful and I got online. Genie connected straight away but did not say anything. After ten minutes of my sitting in the window, tutu in the air looking at the computer the shop assistant came over to ask if I was OK. I said I was just waiting for yahoo to connect and she smiled and patted my head. Genie finally sends a message: AFK I waited... and after I don't know how long Genie wrote: -- Where are you M3? -- I wrote just off Sussex street near China town. A long pause before: -- Go back to the library and collect your things. You have 30minuets, if you are late they will close and you won't be able to get your clothes, wallet and keys. -- I logged off and ran out of the store. I ran in the wrong direction for a minute before looking at the time on the phone. 4.55pm I guess it must close at 5.30pm. I took a breath and got my bearings. I up to Pitt street, left and all the way up to the mall and then up along Macquarie to the library. I looked again at the time as I walked up the stairs 5.08pm. Out of breath I pushed the door but it did not open. Some people in the Library started looking at me. I gestured that I want to come in. They just kept looking. After I tried the other door a woman inside made a point at her watch motion and I made one back thinking that the closing time was 5.30pm. I looked on the door and it said --Saturdays, Sundays and Pub. Hol. 5pm. I was now stuck in the city with no money, train ticket, wallet or house keys wearing a pink fairy costume and tights with a lace mask glued to my face hand clasped zip-tied around a fairy wand I could not release. I got a text: -- Are you there yet? -- I typed: -- Yes -- it's closed. -- Genie the med student's reply: -- Take a picture of yourself waiting outside the closed library door, make sure I can see your face and the opening times. Then I'll tell you how to collect your things from the locker. -- I took the picture and waited for a response. The Library Guard moved me on and I walked down to martin place to sit on the bench. I got a text: -- There are three ways: 1.Wait outside the library like a garden fairy until it opens in the morning. 2.Walk home, break into your house and come back tomorrow. 3.Break the glass on the door and run in to get your things and try to run away before you get arrested. -- Text part two -- Personally I'm happy to let you decide which. This has been fun for me today and I think we got some good data. The Pictures and video of you running around the city in that fairy costume really help illustrate the written section of my report. -- Text part three -- In future you can think about what happened today. Maybe you will think about obeying my exact instructions, not going outside set test criteria or thinking for yourself too much. You are my sex robot. You do what I want. -- I walked home, about four hours I think, my pink slippers worn through. In the fading light I got some honks and whistles, but as soon as it was dark I was anonymous. I climbed in through the back balcony and sliding doors -- they are easier to open that I expected -- I will need to get a better lock... I fell asleep in costume, over the covers. End of Day two. Sex robot M3 experiment day 3 I woke up before 6am Sunday morning. After a night of waking suddenly every few hours still full of adrenaline from the stress of day before then drifting off again. Already I had a message from Genie reminding me to write a journal of my experience in her tests. I trolled through our emails before our meeting and my "volunteering" to be her robot slave and the emails texts and videos I had with me and started writing. It was difficult to keep the events of Friday night separate from the shock of watching the videos on Saturday morning. The memory loss from the Codeine / Scopolamine combination was making the order of events very difficult to keep straight. I hoped I was imagining some parts and checked the brands on my balls -- no, that part was real. I just wrote what I thought and hoped that honesty over exact detail was as important as she said. I typed away for about three hours and sent off Friday to now, Sunday morning and made some breakfast. I got a knock at the door and it was a Currier -- She asked for "Robot M3" and I said I was. She gave me a stylus and a digital pad to sign. Before handing me a big box with a wink. I had answered the door in the fairy costume. I put the box on the table and finished breakfast. I was curious about it's contents, but sure it was not going to be good for me. I caved to the curiosity and ripped open the box. A new WiFi router / modem 1000m range. That was a pleasant surprise. Under it a box of four wireless servo pan and tilt web cams and I felt like I knew where this was going. Under that were some power boards and extension cords and the "Human control harness" from Friday night complete with butt plug and cock ring electrodes and a "Postal Instructions" note: ~M3~ You are performing well as my test subject. Install this new hardware as follows: Place one camera on the bookshelf to the left of your desk, one on top of your sink in the bathroom, one facing out your front window and one at facing out your glass back door. Do not put the harness on until instructed, the locks will only release via commands from my terminal. You will not be able to remove it without my authorization. I finished installing the cameras and took a shower and dressed to go into Sydney to collect my wallet keys and clothes from the library locker. Just as I was about to go I heard Genies voice: "Stop! M3, come to your computer. I want to test your new cameras... ...other than the footage I just got of you in the shower... --[low giggle]- Go into the kitchen." I walked into the kitchen. "Good, I can see you from camera 2" I didn't even see it turn on. "You better be off to collect your things from the Library locker, they throw away unclaimed items you know. Just leave your front door unlocked, I will watch to make sure no one robs you. If your keys are gone you will need to get a new set from the land lord tomorrow." As instructed I left the place unlocked and went into Sydney to collect my things. The Locker was just how I left it and I got in and out without a fuss. When I came home I found my bedroom door open and a footlocker with a digital lock in the hall opposite a camera. I heard Genie's voice much louder now coming through my stereo: "M3 Welcome home, I don't think you will need so many clothing choices. All your clothes are in that locker. Left side lid for fancy dress right for normal. I threw away the things I didn't like and plugged your PC into the stereo. Tonight you will be doing a job for me at the university. Instructions are on your phone. " The text popped up on my phone: -- At 5.30pm you will go to my university, veterinary science lab 2. You will wear the Lab coat in the locker and nothing under it except your shoes. You will clean all the glass wear with the following method: Scrub them with the brush and cold soapy water until the gunk is gone. Use the smaller brush to scrub them with hot clean water. Rinse them with weak acid solution then water then weak base solution then water again. Finally rise each piece with Methanol. Stack the glass as per wall chart. -- As I was reading I got another text: -- Stand on one foot and take off your shirt. -- I did. I heard the web cam pan around. A few moments went by... Before I heard: "Good M3 we have an interested party. I was tempted to keep you all to myself, especially considering what happened with other test subjects... Hmm, well, that shouldn't concern you... You have the day free, but be on time at the university this evening." I arrived at the university and checked the map on the sign in the carpark. I was surprised to see the medical science lab open and no one around but I guess on a Sunday afternoon -- who would be? I started cleaning the glass wear; there were 8 or 10 sets of 5 pieces and some metal odds and ends. I was cleaning for about 15minutes when I heard someone come into the lab. The sink I was using was at the back where all the solvents and cleaning stuff is stored. I heard young women talking in low voices but could not catch what they were saying. I cleaned quieter and listened harder: "...he's doing all your prep work?" ...something else too soft to hear... "I told you you'd enjoy it..." ...more things unheard... "...no, no, ow - well do it then." I got a text message: -- Don't turn around. -- There was giggling when my phone beeped and: "shhh, sh-sh..." Another text: -- Lose the coat. -- I put the phone down and undid the snaps on the lab coat. I could hear more muffled gigging. I dropped the coat to the floor and continued cleaning naked in sneakers. I could feel this going to end badly. I heard a camera phone noise along with some loud whispers I couldn't make out and I got another text: -- Put your coat back on, go to the next room. Get up on the exam table on all fours and close your eyes. -- I put on the coat and got up on the metal table. I heard someone walk in behind me. They pulled the coat over my head and fastened my wrists and ankles to the straps at the side of the examination table. I heard sticky tape and felt the coat being tapped over my head. I heard Genie's voice say: "OK, come in now." I heard two new voices. Woman one: "Hmm nice rump." Woman two: "Yes a proud hind quarter indeed." Woman one: "It's hard to believe you actually got him to get into that harness, Can we see it now?" Genie replied, "No, the harness isn't with me, would you like to see a prostate erection instead?" I heard no answer. I heard the rustle of plastic wrap and rubber gloves going on and I yelped as the cold gel was squirted in my ass. To be continued... The Perfect Sex Robot Ch. 05 Sex robot M3 day three - in the lab. With my hands and feet strapped to the cold stainless steel medical exam table on all fours, wearing only sneakers and my lab coat pulled over my head I was feeling very exposed. I felt a sharp prod and clenched my ass cheeks. The three young women shrieked with laughter. "I think it's frightened." Not having seen two of them I struggle to distinguish their voices. I heard a glass bottle open and felt a hand pat my bare ass. "Whoa-now little fella... ...It's very small." Said one of them. Genie answered, "Once the electrode is in you'll be surprised." I felt a wire around the base of my dick and some kind of clip bite in. I shouted in pain and immediately felt a very cold wet sensation on my head and face with a very strong chemical smell. I try to shake lose the clip but it just stung more as my bare ass wiggled from side to side. "Don't worry, the try choloro methane" The sound of Genies words are clear but fading, I just can't make sense of them. Then a fluttering sensation and a flicker of light. I don't remember passing out, just waking up on my back. The cold steel of the table freezing my ass cheeks. I moved to try to get them off the cold and felt a long piece of metal deep in my ass. I was now on my back, arms and legs strapped tight to each corner of the big examination table. My Lab coat gone and my eyes sticky tapped shut. "He's moving." And... "Watch closely". I hear from Genie. I'm still woozy, now with a headache. The electrical current shot through me and I let out a loud: "Uhg!" noise and shook a little. "...oops, I 'll just turn that down a little..." Genie commented. I felt each click of the controls jolt my whole body until the last click of the controls and overpowering roller coaster falling sensation and numb pressure. It was like the feeling of my leg being asleep but over my whole body but worse. "Ow!" and "Fucking hell." From the two anonymous young women at the same time. I felt the current shut off. I could feel my hot new hard on resting on my abdomen. One of the women poked it and they all giggled. "Will it last... you know?" The two women's voices so similar... ...it may have only been one of them speaking. Genie replied "I'm not sure how long it will stay erect after the current is off. I think it's safest to use a condom with the current on for that." "So you've..." One of the two unknown woman made "you've" into a long question. Genie again "Oh god no, I mean, I might, it is impressive don't you think?" "Ow-yes and so convenient ...like a light switch." Suddenly I felt hands on my dick. They were rolling on a condom. I was feeling deep embarrassment, but still stupidly thinking about sex. Genie said, "Kelly, go to autopsy and get that pigs head will you." Some time passed and I felt the weight of the very cold moist leathery head on my lap. Genie said "M3 would you like a blow job?" I didn't know what to say. I was too embarrassed to speak even if I did know what to say to that. "M3, tell me you would like a blow job." I said, "Yes I would like a blow job." In a very meek voice. The three women sniggered. I felt the electrical current again and a second current thrusting my pelvis. Someone held the pigs mouth over my penis and I felt the teeth graze my dick as I thrusted. Back arching of the steel table the electrical current drove me deep into the pigs mouth. Thrusting uncontrollably about twice a second. Then more laughter and the current stopped. I fell to table and felt the condom slip off and the room went quiet. I heard Genie say, "M3 Open your mouth and start licking." I felt the pigs bristly whiskers and lips press against mine and heard more giggles from the group. I hesitated and Genie whispered in my ear with a breathy, "These girls want you M3. If you're a good robot that is." I gave it a tongue kiss. The pig head was taken away and I stopped. Genie barked, "M3! Did I say stop?" I started licking the air and the women giggled again. I felt something prickly and the taste of soap. Genie roughly washed my mouth out with the bottle brush and left my mouth full of soap foam. "Lets get some more pictures." Said Genie as I felt a marker pen on my chest and heard an anonymous excited giggle. I felt more writing and heard two or three different types of camera beeps and then marker on my dick. Suddenly the current was on again and I was thrusting. There was laughing and camera sounds, I felt the women lean against me for more shots and I cheer and camera snaps as I climaxed. I felt the straps loosen and Genie say from the doorway "Get dressed and finish that glass off before you leave." I pulled the tape off my eyes and jabbed myself with the ass electrode as I sat up. I finished off the glass wear. As I left the lab I saw a two girls looking at me, was it the two from the lab? I lowered my head and went home. To be continued... The Perfect Sex Robot Ch. 06 Sex robot M3 - Evening of day 3. I got home and opened my dresser to find it empty. I had forgotten momentarily that Genie, my controller, had locked my normal clothes in a remote operated footlocker. I went to the footlocker and it was still locked. I unplugged it but it did not release so I plugged it back in. The digital lock could only be opened by her, over the internet... I heard Genies voice from my computer: "M3, you did a nice job cleaning all that stuff for me. I have Lectures tomorrow and tutorials the rest of the week. You will be given a week long assignment and you will be making regular Journal entries.... Um... Now, take off that lab coat." I took off the coat and let it drop to the floor. The front half of my body covered in red and black marker pen like a crazy Yakuza tattoo. The black writing on my dick was now too scrunched up to read. I looked down to read my chest but struggled to make any of it out. "Head up! Pick up that lab coat and fold it neatly into the locker." I bent down to pick up the coat and got a whistle from Genie. She was watching through the webcams dotted around my ground floor flat. Genie didn't say anything for a few moments but I could hear rustling sounds of subtle rhythmic movement through the yahoo messenger connection. The new hook up to the stereo was bringing background sounds through I never got before. Genies voice a little deeper and breathy: "I found your profile at Collarme so I want you to post your journal there as well as send it to me. I have an ad for you at slavefarm and I will be giving interested parties your collarme details. (Hmm, hah mm mm mmm)... ...If you feel you can't continue for any reason please send me a text. I lost the last test subject during a public session and would hate to lose you too..." I felt like I should say something comforting. Even though I was being blackmailed into her fantasy toy, even though I was standing naked covered in marker pen for solely her and her friends' ...or clients?... amusement, a captive in my own flat, I felt like I should be reassuring her some how I wanted to please her, no like I needed to. I nodded in agreement. The act of nodding felt a little like bowing. I felt the domination deeply, I felt the shame, I tried to hide it... I couldn't speak... I was getting aroused. Not speaking just felt like deeper submission. My mind was in a spin. After another short pause and a satisfied little exhale into the mic. Genie went on: "I really was torn about renting you out, but the looks on your face when I humiliate you in public are just too delicious. When we reach your limit, send me a text and I will release you..." A look of hope must have shown on my marker-covered face before I heard: " ...after I post all your pictures and ID on my blog and your videos on Youtube, well, with a little comical music and editing of course. Maybe you'll go viral (he-he-he)." Walking back down the hall to my desk as I listened to her over the yahoo connection. A soft hum and a rhythmic kind of squeak, like someone swinging on an old chair... The sounds got louder. On some level I must have known what it was before I was conscious of it. My erection grew. I heard a surprised gasp as I got to the desk, now fully erect and then the muted click of the mic off button. My computer monitor came to life and on the desktop picture of me being branded on the balls was now replaced with me with naked in profile on a steel table with an erection inside a pigs mouth from earlier. Genie giggled to herself as she watched my reaction over yahoo. Her voice soft and deep like she was leaning closer to the mic. "Ow, you look so sad, and, hmm... it's good to see you can get it up without my prostate electrode... take a step back and turn slowly all the way around." I complied, looking more disheartened I guess, my erection waggling as I took small steps turning a 360. "Honey, don't feel bad, you are really doing well as my sex robot. I know! Do some star jumps, exercise is good for depression." Her voice smiling, almost genuine. I jumped and my dick flailed wildly; slapping my thigh and belly button each jump in and out. "Now hands on knees, keep jumping legs in and out." A few more jumps before: "Now turn and jump... slowly." After I turned through another 360: "OK, nice work, and still with a very healthy little erection... I will miss you next week. Look down at your cock and read out the writing." I looked down but the writing was on the side, I grabbed hold to turn it round and Genie barked: "Stop that, I said read, not play with it!" I leaned over sideways and read: 'Meat puppet'... and on the other side, 'Pussy boy' and three smudged signatures. Genie didn't comment just saying: "Now take a shower, lather, I want to see a lot of bubbles. You might have to use a brush to remove that ink." Genie paused as she waited for me to walk to the shower. As I washed she called out instructions for me to wash here or there and bend and pose. She got me to switch off the water before lathering my whole body up. I could clearly here her voice from my stereo all the way through my small apartment. I wondered who else could here and it gave me a little thrill and a sick feeling at the same time. Some more lathering and then no instructions for a few minutes. I was getting cold and leaned out to look toward the computer desk to hear Genie cum loudly over the Yahoo connection. I got very aroused and stepped out of the shower with a massive soapy hard on to hear: "Get the Gen 3 Human control harness and put it on!" Genie's words fast cracking through a long and vocal orgasm. I fumbled with the harness but got it on, getting the cock ring on over my erection was a struggle. "Upload your journal to collarme, but only half a day at a time, I want you to attract some readers with a bit of suspense." A calmer and more controlled command from my invisible controller. Naked soapy and strapped into an electro control harness, cockring, shock collar and but plug electrode I edited my notes and posted them to collarme journal page. Wet and shivering a little I lost wood very quickly. I was typing away when I felt a shock and fell off the chair. My arms and legs bent and stiff. Genie said, "Just a minute... sorry, wrong button." I was locked up on the floor shaking from the electrical current and Genie calmly said: "What does it feel like?" I said: "Burning and crushing." Genie said: "Can you speak?" I said louder, "Like b-burning and crushing on my legs and arms!" Genie said, "Ow, your mic. One moment, there, now what did you say?" I could see her move my mouse via the remote desktop. I answered again a little more panicked "It's burning and crushing" a moment later I felt the harness shut off and I got back on the chair. I felt a bit hurt. I mean I felt like that was just cruel and not sexy or anything. It really hurt. As soon as I sat down my arms clenched tight again and the burning returned. Genie said nothing as I sat pulling agonized faces in front of the monitor like a tortured praying mantis. I felt the current in the harness shut off and Genie said, "Hmm, I must have mislabeled that control. I will have M2 look at that later. M3 Put a towel on and go out the front for a moment." I did and when I got to the garden area in front of the web cam in the window I felt the harness kick again. This time my legs collapsed, completely jelly. I fell to the ground and broke my fall with my arms. Once on the ground my arms were paralyzed as well. My towel falling open and scratchy grass sticking to my body. After about five or ten minutes on the ground I saw a car drive past very slowly. It passed again and parked across the street. I tried to call out but got a painful shock from the anti bark collar stopping any sound from coming out. A large woman stood at the path looking at me on the ground. She took out her phone and sent a text. My legs shot out straight and I was face down on the ground with electricity running down my legs. The woman walked over to me and took my towel. I was now naked wet and wriggling out the front of my place unable to get up. Who was she? A neighbor who had overheard my controller? A prude texting the police? Just a random driver passing by? I wanted to speak but really didn't want that anti bark collar going off again or attract any one else to my predicament. I felt deep shame. The woman received a text, walked closer and threw the towel over my head. She stood on my balls with the tip of her pointy shoe, I tried to scream but only air sound came out. The woman left and as she drove off I was freed from the electrical current immobilizing my limbs. I went back in the house and started getting dressed. I fell to the ground again. Genie released the electricity from her terminal and said, "Ow, ...that --was- fun. How are your balls? Don't answer. That lady has agreed to take care of you this week. Now lets practice asking for permission." I started to speak and the collar cut out the sound with another painful shock. Genie explained: "Now-now M3, to speak you must ask permission. Crawl over here and ask." I crawled to the computer and started to type and felt my arms fall away as the current took away my motor control. Genie chortled, " Ha-ha! That's better, but I want to see you write me a note asking for permission... with that pen in your mouth." I did and Genie said, "Good M3, very good, permission to speak... denied. If I where you I'd wear a high collar tomorrow to work to hide that harness. Pack an over night bag, tomorrow you are the houseboy for Ms Rose. To be continued... The Perfect Sex Robot Ch. 07 A date with a Rose. I had no choice but to wear the electronic control harness to bed and pack my overnight bag for work. I was relieved today that no one had questioned me. The transdermal patches under the straps of the harness were itching. My dreams were of Genie and her smart phone. She was shoving it into my mouth like it was a bar of soap. I was sinking into the ground and growing like a plant into a giant blue wobbly dildo. I was awake for 20 minutes or so before I realized I was awake. Whatever was in the drug patches strapped to me had me in a haze. I skipped breakfast as I was very late. My morning wood lasted all day as my mind slipped in and out of a confusing erotic dream state. Obsessed with Genie... I couldn't remember what she looked like. I remember the feeling of looking at her... the thrill of sneaking a gimps of cleavage or admiring her silhouette but what did she look like? My mind swirled. I didn't give a thought to "Ms Rose" or what I was supposed to be doing on the "week long assignment". I was warm and had to constantly fight the comforting feeling of rubbing my crotch. I gave the students a movie day... there was no way I was up for IELTS today. I ducked into the bathroom at lunch and stood in the middle of the room not knowing what to do. I wanted to masturbate but felt like it was cheating on Genie if I did. I walked in and out of the bathroom two more times, my hard on rubbing uncomfortably on my trousers. Iesha, a nerdy Teacher I often spoke with came over. She is a little too thin and has a very angular face and messy mousy hair. We have never socialized outside of work and usually only talked about admin issues. She is the head Teacher but Director of studies is in idiot and insists on doing everything so she gets paid extra for nothing... ok what I mean is she and I aren't, Um... we joke flirted a few times but I just assumed she was seeing someone or gay or asexual... she is quite fit and has a good body, even if she never wears makeup and always wears cheap badly fitting t-shirt dresses and hippie scarves... ...anyway. Iesha took my hand and led me back into the bathroom. I followed feeling grateful for the direction and she led me to the sink, the warmth of her hand felt really nice. In a fluid action she slipped off her pink cotton g string and sat on the sink facing me. All the while holding my hand. She really is surprising athletic. On the table that holds the sink in our unisex bathroom Iesha firmly but carefully grasped the top of my head and thrust it between her legs. The aroma was very strong but I really wanted to kiss it. I kissed gently and Iesha made a sound like a sheep. I kissed it again... with a little tongue... Iesha pushed on my head hard with a breathy: "deeper" I tried to answer but my face and mouth were mashed into her pubic hair and very full lips. For some reason I though about oysters at this point... so she made some more sheep-like but very encouraging noises before pulling my hair and sliding me up under her dress. My head trapped under her stretchy cotton dress, pressing my face into her freckly milky pale skin. I was kissing her slender and muscular breasts and she said something I didn't catch. "Am I beautiful?" I think was the question... I was nodding but I guess she didn't notice. Iesha grabbed hold of my balls and gave them a hard squeeze: "Say it!" She said with authority but in a half whisper. I guess she was thinking about someone walking in on us... I said: "You are perfect." Iesha taking the hair on the back of my head jamming my face between her legs again. I started to kiss it... but was too slow. She came in my face soaking me as she ground my face into her with another long bleat. It was so hot. Literally too I guess, because I felt the cold air hit my face and snap me out of the mini day dream I had fallen into. I have no idea how long I was down there... but when she released my head and I came up for air I was very aroused. OK, so before I had been floating along with a kind of sleepy-warm-all-day-morning-wood thing but now I was very keen for it. My cock pressing mercilessly against my trousers like a torch in my pocket. Iesha... or is it Aisha? Anyway Iesha (Eye-ee-sha) lifted up her lean slightly muscular leg and stepped on my shoulder. I wanted to suck on that leg but she put her other foot on my other shoulder and I heard paper rustle. Iesha - now it's bugging me... it's probably "Aisha" but we didn't communicate other than idle Teachers room chat -- usually in a group of three or more... I don't work there anymore so I guess it doesn't matter, she knows who she is. I get a ball of paper towel in my face her feet force me down kneeling into a ball, a human step stool, as she slips off the sink table and walks out. Once again I was in the bathroom *really* wanting to toss off and conflicted about it being cheating. I was still balled up on the floor when sounds out side the door snapped me back to reality. I noticed Iesha had left her little pink panties on the floor and I snatched them up and put them in my pocket. I picked up the paper towel and almost left. The itchy feeling on my face reminding me I had Iesha's cum all over it. I washed my face and straightened up. I was late to class but no one seemed to care. After work I checked my phone but didn't see any instructions. I sent a text and waited at my desk. I got a short shock from the collar and a text. "Not polite enough" The first time she had punished me without watching felt very serious. I send the same text with "please" and "thank you" and "may I" everywhere I could think of and got a text back with an address. I could feel the drugs in the patch making more submissive. I really felt guilty at being rude to Genie my "controller". The address was in the city six or seven blocks from where I work so I walked. It was a back ally with no entrances just a dumpster and a recycling wheelie bin. After about 30 min I got a text "Get in the bin." I looked around but didn't see anyone. I got a shock from my collar again and jumped into the recycling bin. I got another text "Duck down and close the lid." I did. I didn't hear anyone walk up over the traffic noise but saw through the yellow lid a shadow of a hand on top and then heard the click of a pad lock. I called out but my collar was on "Bark control" again so the shock cut out my speech. We rumbled along for a minute or so. I felt the bin tip up then over on the side then up side down and on the side again and heard the hatch back close. The drugs in the patches strapped to me were making me very spacey. After we moved off in the car I forgot for a moment how I got inside a bin, upside down in the back of a car... had a panic attack and remembered I was the -human robot project M3-. I felt like I was tumbling over and over as the car drove along. When we stopped there was a short pause before the hatch back opened. I yelled as I got a shock from my collar and I heard a stifled laugh. The recycling bin opened and a very bright light shone in from a dark garage. I felt a pillow case over my head and I was led out by the hand. A woman's voice said: "Take of your clothes." I did down to my boxers. And the woman said "Take the bin out of the car and follow me" I fumbled around blindly and slid the bin out and put it on its wheels. I felt a hand on my crotch and heard the door open. I was led out by my balls and steered up a path and told to leave the bin and the Lady let go of my balls. "My name is Rose. You may address me as m'Lady." I felt a squeeze and a little twist of my balls and I yelped "Yes m'Lady!" She continued "Follow me into the house." ...and walked off. I tried to take off the hood but it was tied on somehow. I heard a distant "Come along now." And I walked carefully in the direction I thought she went. I got a little closer and sped up a little. I walked into a rose bush and scratched my legs and cut my fingers. "Stupid, boy!" I felt a shock from my collar and cut my self more trying to get out of the bushes. After that I got a "left, right, 2 steps up..." into the house. Rose grabbed my balls again and led me through a few rooms. Rose said, "Call your work, you have been in a bicycle accident and won't be in for the next four or five days." I heard the door close and searched around the room for the phone. I found it and tried to remember the phone number layout -- was it 1 at the top left or top right? I guessed wrong and felt a hand on my hang up the phone. "Too stupid to dial a phone, hmm, lucky I'm here aren't you." There was a short pause and I said "Yes m'Lady." Rose said "Good -- but I want to see a bow when you address me." I bowed. I heard the buttons on my mobile being presses and she must have taken my cell to get my work number. I heard her Dial, wait and say. Hello... is this the ESL department?... ... This is Head nurse in charge of C ward at Bankstown hospital, one of your tutors has been in a bicycle accident... ...no, no nothing like that he tripped over a little girls tricycle or some such thing, the doctor has decided to keep him in for observation and a brain scan tomorrow... ... I'm sure they won't find anything, but he won't be in for the rest of the week... ... I'll give you the direct number if you want to speak o him." Rose put my hands over my ears and ended the call. I felt something cold on my hip. Rose cut off my boxers with scissors. She said "follow me" and walked off. I felt along the wall and followed the soft sound of her walking. The thin pillow case on my head was making me feel extremely vulnerable, but now completely naked in a strange woman's home was surreal, every step a flood of adrenaline. We went into the bathroom and she said "arms up". My wrists were bound above my head and I felt something cold on my legs It was disinfectant and I gasped as it burned in my cuts. "All done, now lets test out this harness of yours." Said rose. A few seconds went by and I felt a buzzing. I could feel my hard on grow and stretch and feel like it was going to burst. "Hmmm" said Rose. Next I felt the pulse -- I started uncontrollably thrusting like a fish in air. I could feel and ejaculation coming quickly the electrical current forcing it out of me. "Oh." I heard from Rose then the current stopped. Rose left and I heard the bathroom door close. I felt the electricity from the harness buzz through my limbs. I went completely limp and hung from my wrists. Rose came back into the bathroom and removed the hood from my head. My eyes dazzled by the pink light from the bathroom. She stood behind me and put some swimming goggles on me. They were tinted blue. Once on I could see the outlines of the room. The tint was very dark, I couldn't see more than about a meter. She said, "It would be a mistake to remove these." And released the electrical current numbing my limbs. Handing me a pink blackberry she said "Type up your report for Genie" With one hand cut free I struggled to thumb in the last 24 hours or so. Ms Rose sat on a stool or something and watched me dangle and struggle to type before asking me to return the blackberry mentioning that I would receive one strike of the cane for each spelling or punctuation error. To be continued... The Perfect Sex Robot Ch. 08 I'm not sure what day it was. I am writing a few days after the fact -- sleep deprivation and exhaustion stopped me from writing earlier, but this experience I cannot forget. I was inside wearing those goggles almost all the time. I snuck them off for a look around on the first night, the light in her house is pinkish and the blue tint on the goggles lets none of it through, the inside of her house just a near black mystery. Each time I would lean forward to read a label or try to tell the difference between a spoon and a fork Ms Rose took great delight in caning me one lick with a stern, "Up straight boy." I think it was my third day with Lady Rose... We had a shopping trip with me hog tied in a baby carriage.... and later a trip to the park at dawn or dusk playing fetch, but other than that I was inside and vision impaired until... so I'm guessing Tuesday. Early in the morning I was woken as usual pre dawn by the bucket of water over my hammock on a timer. As usual a digital flash captured my freshly wet face contorted in the shock of a cold water wake up from three hours sleep. I found the "To-do" list on the clipboard hanging on my back veranda/cage door and the timer unlocked the door. I went into the kitchen and started making the soufflé and breakfast rolls and put them in the oven. I got the newspaper and everything else ready and noticed a very large vitamin bottle, two small glass bottles and some powdered orange juice on the table. On the list was "crush up the vitamins and mix all the ingredients with four liters of water in the dispenser under the sink." The labels had been removed so I couldn't tell what they were I could make out "...anis... ...ly" on the little glass bottles and "Yohi..." on the black vitamin jar. As directed I made up the vitamin OJ and put the cooler on the counter before setting the breakfast tray and pressing Lady Rose's suit. I heard the tinkle of the service bell and served Rose breakfast in bed, ran her bath, and cleared away the breakfast dishes before returning to the morning ritual of washing Rose in moisturizing body wash. As usual as soon as I became aroused Lady Rose waved her hand indicating that she wanted me to go out into the back yard and take a cold shower under the hose. The bathroom window is tinted so I was never sure how much she watched. Even sleep deprived and tormented for days the icy cold water didn't completely arrest my hard on. The shock of the icy water woke me each day, but never lost it's power to snap me out of my sleepy submissive haze. I wondered around the back yard wet naked and shiny trying to air dry. As usual I tried not to notice if Rose was looking out the bathroom window at me and my reluctant hard on waggling under my loincloth. Dry in minutes I found a girls netball uniform waiting for me with white sneakers and powder blue socks. Thank fully male trunks -- although orange. I dressed and returned to the bathroom where I dried and dressed Lady Rose. "We've a lunch date with Genie today boy, be waiting out the front when I call." I did the chores and I guessed that 11.15 would be about right so I waited out the front in my netball mini dress for m'Lady. Lady Rose arrived a few minutes later and looked angry. "Drinks stupid boy!" She shouted and waved me back into the house. I packed the big drinks cooler and got in the back seat. We drove quickly through a few back streets then onto a motorway and past darling harbor. We pulled into the underground carpark and Lady Rose took hold of my dress hem and lead me into the building. We went into a large indoor court of people getting ready to play Futsal. I put the drinks container down and Lady Rose stuck a sign to it "Free OJ for players" and left some plastic cups. I remember thinking that was odd for the haughty and stern Lady Rose, but guessed it was her turn or something. We walked off up the stairs to the roof. Lady Rose had entered me as a proxy in the Sydney mixed lunchtime netball competition. The first few times I got the ball I just threw it to someone else. I was confused as everyone shouted, seemingly the same thing but I had no idea what they were saying. The crowed cheered and it was fun. After that I started getting the whistle a lot. I don't know the rules but I figured out you have to stop when you get the ball. I continued playing to the incomprehensible shouts of the other players and I caught a glimpse of Genie and m'Lady sitting in the stands red faced with laughter as they took turns with the still and video cameras. Just before half time I was taken off. Genie and Lady Rose took my hands and led me downstairs back to the men's Futsal game. They sat either side of me in folding chairs and pushed me down on my knees between them. They gave me a cup of orange juice and watched the game intensely. They giggled and pointed and started counting "that's one... ooow two, is that? Yes three and four..." etc The half time whistle blew and both sides came over and drank the OJ. The two ladies shrieking with happiness as each cup taken. During half time Genie said to me, "Don't worry little M3, we won't make you play netball again -- you are so bad at it. Next time you can be a cheer leader. Now, stand up and jump up and down to... um warm up a little." I did and the two Women watched as my underwear flashed with each jump. The game began again and Lady Rose sent me back to her car to get her opera glasses. I did and on the way back I noticed people would stare, make a strange face at me and then look away when I walked past... I was feeling good and full of energy so I ignored it. I gave Lady Rose her little binoculars and she smiled at me. This was the first time I had seen her face clearly. She held my hand for a few moments just smiling. Genie looked over and said, "You see, Ms Rose. 100% effective." Lady rose said," Thank you boy, now go up the front and sit down with your back to the game." There was about twenty or so people watching as the second half began. I sat down facing the two women but out of ear shot and they talked to each other pointing and laughing... ...Again madly swopping cameras. I started feeling really good. Warm and comfortable. I looked around the crowd and noticed all the women in the crowd looking- odd? Kind of mixed between sleepy and happy, but very focused on the game. A few of them very red faced. The laughing and cheering now much quieter. I shifted my weight and noticed I had a huge hard on pushing my orange underwear out from under the mini dress. I covered it with my hands and the two women took my picture. I went red in the face, but no one seemed to notice. I turned around to face the game and saw why. Every player on the both teams had a hard on. Bobbing and swaying as they dodged and fought for possession. It was mesmerizing. Like dogs waging tails. In the last minutes of the game Lady Rose sent me to her car with the folding chairs and told me to come back for the drinks cooler. After walking through the sports center three times in a mini dress with a hard on I was relieved to be carrying something to hide behind. Genie and m'Lady were in the car when I got back with the cooler and drove off without me. They circled back and shouted "Drink, drink, drink!" in unison. So I drank the rest of the OJ. They drove around again, and Genie said, "Give me your briefs and we'll give you a ride boner boy." I slipped off my orange trunks still holding the cooling under one arm in the middle of the car park and Genie snatched my shorts away as m'Lady drove off. They did another lap of the concrete covered carpark. I could here the crowd cheering like crazy for the Futsal players and I could feel the cold air on my ass cheeks. The big empty drinks cooler pressing on my unwanted erection. I hadn't eaten this morning and the only thing I had was the erection malfunction OJ, I worried I might pass out after all that exercise. Their car stopped on the other side of the carpark near the entrance to the sports center. I walked to them quickly. My hard on sticking out almost perfectly horizontal. Another photo from Genie. Each time I got close to the car, they would pull away laughing. The netball uniform riding up between my belly and the cooler as I trotted along. My hard on popping out under the cooler when I lifted it too high. Finally the car door opened and Genie took the big cooler into the car. Lady Rose drove off again, again stopping at the opposite end of the carpark. The Lunch games were over and the spectators were leaving. I had to use both hands to hold down my netball mini-dress. Running along behind the car I could only take tiny steps for fear of flashing the collection of university students and shoppers passing by. We continued up City rd toward Newtown before Rose pulled into a little carpark behind a theater or something. I was very dizzy, very embarrassed and my erection was now stinging and I was desperate to get into the car. The two Women watched me intensely as I waited for a signal or something relishing the look of desperation on my face. They chatted to each other for a minute before Genie laid her seat down all the way and got out. She handed me a plastic package and said: "Put these on and climb on top." There were three extra small condoms and two packets of lube. It struggled with the first rubber. Even standing behind the car, there was almost no privacy, anyone walking past the entrance to the carpark would have a very clear view. Looking down I tried not to think about it. The sound of the traffic was pretty constant. Triple wrapped and very lubed my hard on had lost any definite shape. Like I had been stabbed with one of those cheap vibrators and it was sticking out of my lap. Rose lay down on the passengers seat and I got the idea. She looked so wanton, so wild not the stern task mistress I had been serving round the clock for the last few days. She grabbed me and guided me in before pushing my knees off the side of the seat. I slid down and forward and Ms Rose let out a deep sigh. She slapped away my hands from her seat and I struggled to get stable. With nothing to brace myself against I had to hold up my weight with my thighs as Lady Rose slowly writhed under me. My cock was getting bent down and I scrambled for something to hold onto in the front seat of the little hatch back. Lady Rose studied my panicked face and thrust up a little bending my cock even more. I saw Genie walk around the back of the car filming and watched as she made her way to the drivers side. Rose grabbed my face and pulled it back to her with another slow thrust she looked in my eyes and gasped. Genie stated the car and drove out of the carpark toward King st Newtown. The traffic was heavy and we crawled along through the lunch time shoppers. Rose was out of sight but I was visible down to the tops of my exposed ass cheeks, riding and invisible partner for the entertainment of the Drivers and passers by. I scrambled more for a way to steady myself as the car moved along and looked down at Lady Rose, mad with hot passion. She started thrusting in short fast shallow motions. I knew what was happening but totally unable to control anything. My cock was burning, the erection was rock hard and contorted by Rose's position. I was going to cum for the first time in days of teasing. But I was going to cum in drag, in public, tortured and tormented by Rose and Genie as they took their afternoon entertainment at my expense. That thought pushed me over the edge, I came hard and long, but Rose kept thrusting. My hard one didn't deflate but became super sensitive. My eyes watered and I started to cry in pain and frustration. Lady Rose thrust deeply, grabbing my ass cheeks and came herself a minute or so later. Genie pulled the car over next to Marrickville Park and I was thrown out of the car. Lady Rose Pulled her seat back up and fixed some make up smudges in the mirror. The two drove off, stopped 5 seconds later, reversed and Genie called out: "Go home!" Before flicking Iesha's pink g string at me over the top of the car. I picked it up and saw the mess on the front of my Netball minidress, and my shrink wrapped hard on flapping around. I wondered how I would get home. To be continued... The Perfect Sex Robot Ch. 09 I woke up in the trash. A fitting end to my time with Ms Rose (my rented owner)... even though that thought didn't occur to me at the time. It was still light but late afternoon in Marrickville Park... I was naked from the waist down, upside down in the plastics recycling bin with a used condom dangling down from my flaccid cock. The pearl of cum still trapped inside like a white bunny tail. I was surprised how calm I was. Shock is like that. The top of the bin had fallen off and I was folded up feet in the air, my ass cheeks pressed into the wire side of the small square space... if anyone had looked in they would have seen an early moon... and my shaved branded balls... Who knows who had since I had been in there... must have been two hours at least. I righted myself with a crackle of sticky plastic bottles and thought about a plan... I thought underwear would be helpful... or I could wait until it was dark... I remembered Genie had thrown me that pink g string. Well pinky orange... it was an odd kind of fluro colour. I sifted through the bin. It hit me how I ended up in the recycling. After I got kicked out of the girl's car at the park I felt sick and remember thinking I should find a bin to chuck up in. Then I guess I must have taken the top off, passed out and slid in... a brief flurry of panic washed over me with the thought of when they might come to collect the recycling... and I felt really sick and dizzy again. I thought it must have been at least 4pm and I hadn't eaten all day, sure I had a few cups of O.J. laced with erectile dysfunction (Viagra?) medication but after playing a half game of Netball and servicing the mysterious slave owner I had been rented to I was... is there a word for that... the kind of sick you get when you do a bunch of stupid stuff without eating anything. I really wanted to get home, eat, shower and take a nap. With some internal recycling bin gymnastics I got the small g string on and popped my head up to take a look around. I don't think anyone saw the afternoon trash bin mearcat emerging from its burrow. I started walking to the train station, stopped and remembered I didn't have any money. Surprisingly clear headed I remembered picking up coins in the fountain in Hyde park - I trotted over the fountain in the middle of Marrickville park and had to sit down for a moment -- I had never felt this sick before, dizzy and sick. Anyway I got $2.65 out of the fountain and headed for Sydenham station. Walking into the station I saw cups of processed chicken fingers for sale at the kiosk. Without hesitation I bought a cup and was told it would be $3.50. I snatched the cup and threw the silver change on the counter, walked off not caring I was almost a dollar short. The train ride flew by as I slipped in and out of consciousness. The salt from the greasy chicken fingers perking me up and surprisingly settling my stomach. But the lack of sleep was just inescapable. I felt safe for the first time in a few days and slept well on the way home not even thinking about being caught without a ticket. I got back to my apartment to find a soft package waiting outside. The door was locked and I could hear movement inside. Without anything on me other than a Netball mini dress and a woman's g string from a week old conquest I was feeling like a visitor on my own doorstep. I knocked on the door and heard a young woman say, "Come in". I tried the door and it was still locked. Two giggling voices murmured something before: "Go round the back." I went round the back to see two young women in gym clothes standing very close together in my living / eating area beside my diner table. I bumped into the glass as I tried to open the big glass door - which was locked as well. I looked through the glass at the two women, I expected to see laughing but they were now just staring at me - like cats watching fish. One of them made an open-the package hand action and I tore open the big white plastic bag I had found out front. Inside was a Lycra tuxedo morph-suit. Black legs attached to a white turtleneck top with a tuxedo front and bow tie printed on the front and a hood with an open face. White gloves and shirt cuffs with cufflinks, white knee socks, on a pair of black school shoes. Under that was an open bag marked "HCH Ver 4.1". The two women continued to watch as I went through the package. Through the clear plastic I could see a new in the box white Sony Xperia mini pro, wrist strap, a thin dog collar with an electronic tag, a flesh tone ring and hook shaped thing with a thick connecter and finally a pair of glasses that looked like the home 3d movie glasses but with clear plastic spirals on the end and a behind the head strap. I tried the door again and the two women shook their heads. I raised my hands and shrugged my shoulders to show them I didn't understand. They walked very close to the glass and lent forward. I expected them to speak but one of them fogged up the glass and then the other joined in and the shorter one wrote: "Put it on." I stripped off, standing close to the door so the neighbors couldn't see and got into the butler costume unitard. I felt strange putting on clean clothes when I was so in need of a shower. The two women watched but did not open the door. After a short pause the shorter one wrote "all" on before fogging the glass on the door again. The misty "Put it -all- on" at eye level. I picked the dog collar up I heard a very loud "click" and noticed there was a new doggy door in the corner of the big glass door that did not open. I thought -- "...that is going to cost my deposit." I got all the gear on, what I thought were glasses turning out to be goggles that locked on with a few clicks. The cuffs and the wrist mount for the phone also locked on. I picked up the phone, the note red: "M3, write an update before continuing." I typed away on the tiny QWERTY keyboard for about 20 minutes and posted the update. It was only up to getting out of the car, but I really wanted a shower and some snacks and felt that was a good place to end until I found out were this butler thing was going. I tried the door again and the shorter woman just pointed to the flesh tone hoop and hook still in the white plastic bag. The shorter one was pretty good looking I thought, as far as I could tell looking through the glass into my dimly lit apartment, Italian I think, long brown or black wavy hair a full figure and thick black eye liner. Her friend was taller and thin with long blond hair and a weak chin and tiny face. They were holding small smart phones, occasionally glancing at them and quickly looking back at me. The rubber covered drink holder / shower hook looking thing needed to go on somehow but I wasn't immediately sure how. Some kind of hard metal coated in beige rubber, there was a hinge at the base where the hook met the ring. Turning it over in my hand I could see the thick ring was split at the top and had two cylindrical lumps under on either side of the hinge. It hit me -- it was the cock ring / buttplug combo from the Human control harness, but slimmer and now without any wires. The buttplug was now just a thin flexible rod about 10 cm long. I was thankful that the upgrade was less... bulbous. My ass still twinged sitting down after wearing the old harness for those few days with rose. I looked up at the two women now so close their breasts flattened against the glass slightly each time they took a breath. My lingering glance prompting a hurry up hand action from the taller blond one. I briefly looked for a way to slip the cockring up the leg of the unitard but quickly gave up and unzipped, pulling the butler suit down to expose me naked to the knees again. I had lost almost all modesty, fear almost exclusively motivating me now. From experience I had learned that I needed to slide the plug / rod thing in first. However, the high friction rubber coating just was not going in. I licked the end, coating it in spit, the two women gave me a low "woow" smiling from behind the glass wall and I slipped it in all the way to the bend. My own smell a little less than flattering as I licked it, but I was so tired I didn't care about anything. I had to pull it very hard to get the attached ring up under my balls. I felt a sick feeling as the rod thing moved inside me. The ring closed tightly with a "click". The thick band fitting tight around the base of my cock and balls and pushed them out and lifted my balls a little. Once on it was seamless. On the outside there were no buttons or clips or any visible way to release the ring. I started to get semi hard with all the attention and quickly put on my butler unitard. The outline of my junk now filling out the Lycra impressively. I was getting firmer; the reflection in the glass confirming the suit wasn't hiding much. Another loud click from somewhere and the two women beckoned me inside. I reached for the door handle and the shorter woman shook her finger and pointed at the doggy door. The clingy Lycra suit and the cockring had me feeling eager to meet the two women waiting for me in my flat. As I crouched down the electronic doggy door clicked and the LED light turned green as it recognized my collar. There was just enough space to slip my shoulders through one at a time and the tall woman stood on the fingers of my left hand. The shorter woman threw a clipboard and a crayon on the floor in front of me. Five pages with little yellow "sign-here" post-it notes for me. The two young women just watched for a second as I struggled to read in the dim light through the pain of squashed fingers. The shorter brunette clucked her tongue and looked at her phone. The taller woman, careful not to let her weight off my fingers, looked over at the phone too. I heard the light scrape sound of fingernails on touch screen and shouted: "Fuck!" uncontrollably as my balls and ass burned with high voltage. It was very brief but hugely intense. I guessed that it was a warning, until I felt my throat buzz and then the burning return to my balls and ass. I exhaled to yell again but no sound came out. I rushed to sign all the pages and the burning stopped but my throat still buzzed. It wasn't so painful, just frightening for some reason. It was a little painful though. Getting to my feet the shorter woman reached out to each side of my head. I though I was getting a kiss but she was just pushing the ear buds attached to my goggles into my ears and clicked the zipper up to the top of my suit. The earbuds made a squelch noise when they went in before: "...seconds to respond before correction." All external sounds were gone, replaced by Genie's voice repeating a list of instructions. You are to serve. When you hear this tone -Beep Beep- you have a text command. Text commands will be replied to by typing: Yes, I will comply, thank you. You have 30 seconds to respond before correction. Vocal commands may come at anytime. Vocal commands will be responded to by saying: Yes, anything you wish, thank you. You have 5 seconds to respond before correction. These instructions started to loop before I heard a woman's voice: "Coffee, half milk, two sugars. Lounge." I tried to speak but could feel the buzzing in my throat and knew no sound was coming out. The burning sensation dropped me to my knees, doubled up on the floor I whispered: "Yes, anything you wish, thank you." The shock ended and I got to work on the coffee. Glancing into my re arranged apartment, the lounge looked a lot higher than before. Stepping into the lounge area I could see the bottom of the lounge was cut off, the cushions and back now sitting on a wire cage. "Stand quietly still." Came through my headphones while I looked for somewhere to put the coffee. The shorter woman took the cup and took a sip before handing it back to me. I stood in front of the two women on the raised couch. "Stand quietly still." Exactly like he last time came through my headphones. Feeling like a school boy waiting for the Teachers instruction, standing between the two women, feeling my hard on grow under the Lycra... shifting my weight a little I got a very short shock from the harness. I could see both women study my growing erection and it grew a little faster. Another small movement prompted a bigger shock and another "Stand quietly still." Through the attached earbuds /plugs /phones things. I guessed that there was some kind of motion sensor signaling the collar and cockring shocking me. I heard the xbox start up sound and stood still taking the cup each time my coffee sipper was done. She took the cup back and I got: "Dance in time with the music." Again Genie's voice through the ear bud things attached to the goggles. The repetition told me it was another recoding of some kind. I guessed my "duties" had been set my Genie who had recorded instructions for these two new "Owners". I had often fantasized of inescapable submission and being a servant and anonymous sexual adventures... Now I had been reduced to a gimp suited serving robot, seemingly unworthy of speaking or even being spoken to. The degradation was crushing, dehumanization. I was hurt and turned on at the same time. It was not what I imagined, I felt a flood of emotions, none of them easy to identify. No time for self-pity, I turned to watch the screen scroll through a number of songs and the difficulty setting go to max. The first song was "Trouble" by "Shampoo" or "Shampoo" by "Trouble"??? A song I had never heard of. The silhouette figure directing me to do the Monkey. I jumped at the shock from the harness. The screen flashed "No, like this!" and " Try harder!" and encouraging messages like that. The shocks were in time with the beat of the music and the penalty messages from the game. I had been integrated into the home entertainment system. I could see my own tuxedo body suited and goggled image on the screen in the video clip for the song next to the Monkey-ing instructor. Another zap a little longer and a little harder but synced to the xbox some how had me doing the monkey along with the xbox instructor in the girly pop video. Half way through the song the screen went back to menu and I kept go-go dancing for a few seconds before a shadow moving behind me turned me around in curiosity. The two women had collapsed into each other, red faces contorted, drool and eyes watering silently. The look on my face must have prompted the shorter one to turn on her mic. Through the goggle headphones I heard the combination of manic out of breath laughter and inhale wines and snort laughs coming from the two. The red faced duo sat up grinning on my old couch and both peered down into the shorter one's smart phone. "Stand quietly still." Started again looping through my ears every five seconds or so as the two xboxers scrolled through the song menu, lips moving but seeming to make no sound other than: "Stand quietly still." ... and a five second silent pause. "Black Tea, one spoon of honey." I looked around and got a long shock and a repeated "Black tea, one spoon of honey." The shock lasting until I whispered: "Yes, anything you wish, thank you." My feeling of self-pity tinged with erotic humiliation intensifying. It was hard to see these two tormenting young women through the goggles and the poor early evening light. I felt too intimidated to make eye contact and looked down most of the time. I caught sight of my erection pointing out horizontal pitching a Lycra tent. I wanted to adjust myself but worried about what would happen to me if I did. Returning to the couch, hard on waggling, spring like, under my body stocking, I stood between the two women with the tea and the shorter woman gave me her coffee cup before tapping her phone again "Stand quietly still." Came through the earphones and an immediate: "Yes, anything you wish, thank you" Whispered passed my lips. Everything went dark. The lenses in my goggles went completely black. I felt startled, but also immediately sleepy. I guess I knew why they looked like the 3D glasses -- each side with an LCD blinder. Another: "Stand quietly still." With another "Yes, anything you wish, thank you." From me, each time feeling my control slip further away. I felt the two cups being taken to and from my hand... ...and then a hand lightly touch my cock. I held both cups again followed and two hands roughly prod me. I wanted to speak, to stroke myself, to have sex with my female controllers, I was busting and I guess my sate was obvious to the two young women on my couch. Sleep deprived and veraciously Hungary the frustration was filling all my mind. Not being able to see or move made it very intense. Suddenly I felt the prostate electrode stimulate me. I started to shudder and got a correction shock for moving with the mechanical: "Stand quietly still." And my now automatic "Yes, anything you wish, thank you." I feel the electricity inside me and my balls fizzing and hard on bursting I want to air thrust as the sensation griped me. Settling on another song the two cups taken out of my hands. My goggles see through again. Seconds into the dance video I came. I would have screamed if I could have made any vocal noise. With the prostate stimulation on, I could not stop air thrusting and my cock became super sensitive. I was in an unstoppable orgasm, dancing a animalistic display, all control lost in a remotely induced frenzy... the wet patch spread across my front. The electric orgasm feeling turning to pain as I thrust and came again grimacing in ecstatic agony. The next few songs went by with very few mistakes, and the shcok corrections that followed I was in blinding sensory overload. As instantly as it started the prostate stimulator shuts off and I was led into the shower. The zip at the back of my morph suit was attached firmly to the collar. I just couldn't find the pull tab. The two women watching me with continued amusement until I was finally ushered into the shower cubical I heard the now familiar: "Stand quietly still." And each time I respond dutifully: "Yes, anything you wish, thank you" The water is ice cold and I get a shock for moving, a new sensory flood, I wonder if I am being deliberately desensitized. The water is just relentless. The initial shock wears off and the two women squirt me with strawberry body wash the suits foaming up as the water hits it. I am thankful not to smell anymore and start to wash instinctively before another: "Stand quietly still." ...shock and, "Yes, anything you wish, thank you." With a mouth full of soapy water reply from me. The taller woman spreads the soap around and rinses me off. The suit is now very transparent. I am handed a bus pass, a reloadable debit supermarket card and I hear another recording from Genie: "Write an update now." Five seconds later a shock and I say: "Yes, anything you wish, thank you." My little wrist phone lights up and I get a text: "Be a good robot M3. Write your experiences at home now." I start writing the afternoons... "adventures" ... and get a shock that keeps going I hop around and look for the reason... before another text message: "M3, you have thirty seconds to respond to text commands." I typed "Yes, I understand, thank you." But continue being shocked. Just as I send it I realize what I should have typed and thumb out: "Yes, I will comply, thank you." And the shock stops instantly. As I type up the rest of the report I wonder how dry my tuxedo gimp suit will get before I am sent on my bus trip to the supermarket. A quick check confirms my nipples and junk are clearly visible under the wet clingy semi transparent catsuit. It's dark outside now... that might help... until I get to a shop. The Perfect Sex Robot Ch. 09 Five more of those white plastic bags my butler / gimp suit came in are just inside the front door. I can only hope they at least open at the front. I need to pee and think it will probably mean another shower if I can't get the zipper out of my collar. To be concluded...