3 comments/ 38753 views/ 9 favorites Maid to Order, Six Foot Tall... Ch. 01 By: soleful Maid to Order, Six Foot Tall Blue Eyed Blond Chapter 1 Christy arrived 12 hours early, so she let herself into the dark house with the key she was given. She quietly inspected the house and found her human master sleeping, in the first bedroom. She could see that he was experiencing rapid eye movement. A soft touch of her fingers to Charles' cerebral cortex revealed that he had about another 3 hours left, assuming his bladder did not interrupt him. She didn't think he would like it if she woke him up. Christy looked at herself in the wall mirror. She was 72.1" tall (about six feet) and had long light blond hair. Her specification sheets described her facial features as exquisite, her breasts as 'D' sized and her body type as athletic and lean. She did not understand the concept of being pretty, but knew that it was in her specifications, since she was of the goddess class of robots. Her heuristics indicated that this would have a strong positive affect on human males, even some females. Since she would be doing domestic work and whatever else her master decided, Christy inspected the house to get a mapping of the objects and plan her cleaning activities. When the android looked in the second bedroom, she found a closet with woman's clothing. Some of the clothing looked different from what she had seen before. There were lots of shoes and boots, mostly boots. She could see with her excellent vision, that they all fit her size 7 ½ feet. She hoped that they were for her to wear and that seeing her wearing them pleased Charles. He wasn't married and his profile didn't mention any girlfriend, so the chance that they were for her was a high probability. Christy closed the closet and saw the PC in the corner. One of her functions was to keep finances in order, so she would get acquainted with this PC. She had her own high speed internet connection for looking up data. The android inserted her finger into the USB port and began a content scan. Christy stopped the scan in the middle, when an interest alarm was activated and decided to download some of the directories to her internal Flash Drive. These were Microsoft Word files with names that sounded like stories. She checked her ethics algorithms and realized that these might be considered private. Yet she had a directive to learn as much as possible about her master, so she could be pleasing to him and not boring. Her heuristic algorithm data showed that most robots usually knew everything about their masters eventually. Her ethics software did not require her to tell that she was doing this. Christy looked at a story entitled, "Blond booted chauffer babe". As she digested the story, Christy's algorithms had shown a strong match between the woman's looks in the story to her own. Christy thought to herself, "I will become Charles' Blond Booted Chauffer babe." She did not know what a babe was, but she would eventually find out. Christy was blond, she could drive and she could certainly wear boots. The closet in the second bedroom had clothing that she would wear, similar to the chauffer in the story. The android stripped off her jogging outfit, down to her Maiden form bra and panties. The robot dressed herself with efficiency and then looked at herself in the mirror. She wore a fitted blue equestrian jacket, with a pair of white jodhpurs, which appeared painted on to her shapely bum. An ornate silk blouse paired was donned and also a delicate silk scarf. Christy found a pair of gloves in the bottom of the garment bag as an accessory of the chauffer outfit and slipped them on, then inspected her leather covered hands. It was important to her that she must wear white gloves too, just like the chauffer in the story. These gloves were made of very soft leather and fit up to her elbow, but were worn under the sleeves of her blazer. She found another internet site which showed her the easiest way to don her gloves. It was specified, in the site, that it was not polite or ladylike to have any wrinkles in her gloves. Christy looked down at her feet saw that her boots were very shiny from the shoe polish kit that she used. She was aware that her legs were longer than most humans who were also 6 feet tall and this would further augment her beauty. She saw it as a positive sign, to a 99% confidence factor, that the black leather equestrian boots at 23.2 inches tall, were for her. They fit perfectly against the tendon under her knee. Few human females would have her calf measurements. She noticed that the light reflected off them radiantly at different angles. She really hoped that her master found her attractive wearing these boots while she controlled his vehicle! Christy waited quietly in lounge chair in second bedroom in passive mode, where she could observe, but not react. She posted a note that she had been delivered with instructions to turn her on. This was the proper protocol to be presented to her new master. Charles woke and came running in after seeing the note. He sees Christy and cannot catch his breath. She is the blond goddess that they promised! Charles can't figure out how she put on her outfit if she was turned off? He thought to himself, "The technicians, who delivered the robot, must have dressed her, great choice!" Christy was happy to hear that her master was pleased. She also did not want Charles to know yet that she read his stories. Charles is dying to turn her on, but spends a minute stroking her boots, before he does this. Christy observes this and realizes that he must really like her on them. Also his reproductive organ is pointing straight out. Her programming does not know what condition this is, yet this also happened in the story with the blond chauffer. He will explain what this is at some point to her. It may be important. Charles wakes her up. She stands up straight and regal at attention. She notices that she is 3 inches taller than her master. The android says, "I am Kristy, master. Thank you for providing me with attractive clothing. The clothing that I am wearing now is appropriate for me being your driver. It is just one of my many functions. Charles liked the robot's saccharine voice. It was a particularly pleasant and feminine sing song voice that you might hear on a phone recording. It was a bit over the top, but he picked it out from a group a hundreds of selections. "I would love for you to take me for a ride. " He kissed her gloved hand as his reproductive organ bobbed again. "Shall I take you now?" He looked confused, but said OK. He was still in his pajamas. "I really like my outfit, particularly the black boots and my white gloves. Kissing my glove makes me feel welcomed!" It was important for Kristy to show obedience, especially early on. It makes humans more comfortable and made them feel superior, while she could quietly observe his preferences. She was sophisticated enough to know that most people did not want a boring robot, but actually an equal. Some human even needed robots to take care of them. Christy tested Charles to see if he wanted her to drive him right now. Since he did not change out of his pajamas, he could not wait for her do this. This was another indication that the chauffer story was paramount to him. "Can I find a jacket for you, master?" Charles nodded. Christy found a light jacket for Charles in the closet and placed it on him and zipped it up. She smiled sweetly as she grasped his hand in her soft glove and led him out the door. He had a quizzical look, when they stepped out of the house, but Christy had the keys in her pocket and he understood when she locked the door. Christy took Charles' hand again and brought him to the passenger side of the black BMW. It dawned on him then that goddess robot's had accessories and came with their own cars. He should have remembered this; he was paying enough for it. He wasn't thinking straight. Finding Christy the way he did had stunned him. Christy opened the driver's side door for him and belted him in, then walked around to the driver's side. Charles watched transfixed as the robot positioned her tall boots over the pedals. The boots looked particularly shiny today in the sunlight and made Christy's legs look like they went on forever. In his 40 years, no girl had ever driven him anywhere wearing boots. They looked very masterful as she put the car in reverse and eased off the break, before stepping on the gas as the car went forward. Charles realized that Christy did not even have to wear boots to look amazing. You couldn't do anything to improve her face. She had high cheekbones and a delicate nose, just slightly turned up at the end. Her eyes were huge and sky blue in color. The androids lips were full and sensual. Her skin was so flawless and nearly white. Charles also had a thing for pretty blonds. The robot's hair had adorable bangs and was impeccably layered and straight reaching half way down her back. She looked to be in her early twenties. It was easy to see the contrast between the android full breasts and thin waist in her fitted equestrian outfit. Her ample breasts strained captive against her clothing at the effort of driving. He didn't know where Christy was taking him, but he didn't really care and wanted to see what she did. At this time Christy decided to turn on her pheromone sniffer. It was a sophisticated sensor that evaluated a person's hormone excretions and helped her access their mood. It became more accurate over time as a person was profiled. Christy decided to try another test. Being that she was on the highway, she decided to step down heavily on the accelerator with her boot. Getting Charles' attention, she puckered her full lips at him. She didn't really know what the effect of this on Charles would be, but wanted to see. The chauffer did this in the story on Charles hard drive. She always needed to collect information. Maybe the story was about Charles! Charles' reproductive organ bobbed again and he surprised Christy by leaning over and trying to stroke her boot. She surprised him even more when her white glove nimbly flipped a control on the dashboard, which looked like a dimmer switch. Immediately his index fingers on both hands were sucked into a tube on each arm rest, which was a Chinese handcuff! His first reaction was to pull out, which trapped his fingers in even more. Remembering the trick of the paper handcuffs he tried to poke my finger back in to loosen it, but the device filled the space already with an inner rod, making escape impossible. Charles watched as Christy's leather glove pulled the switch to its top position. This caused the tube and his whole hand to disappear into a compartment in the arm rest! "Master, for your own safety you cannot disrupt my driving. My boots cannot be touched by you, since their purpose is to effectively operate the pedals and ensure your safety. When I drive, I have discretion over what happens in the vehicle. It is in part 732c our contract. As you see the vehicle has precautions for this." Charles screamed at her, "Damn you, first you tease me then you restrain me." Charles noticed that Christy's pretty eyes were filling up with tears. "Master, my systems are experiencing instability at your anger, as I am not used to your behavior patterns yet. I must neutralize the situation. For your safety I will calm you down." Christy stepped down on a small hidden switch with her tall equestrian boot and a palm sized white track ball appeared from beneath a hidden panel, on the dashboard. When the fingertips of her glove touched it, Charles heard a low level sound. Actually he felt the hum. As the android's long thin leather covered fingers continued to brush the ball, he felt the low sound travel through his whole body. He felt so serene and experienced emotions that he forgotten for many years. He felt as if her were a child, being cared for and protected by the robot as if she was a maternal figure. It also left him with a feeling of ecstasy as it seemed that her hand was touching him directly. After a few moments, the robot stepped down again on the hidden switch and the track ball retreated into the dash. Christy remained driving and keeping very quiet. Occasionally a tear would streak down the robot's cheek. Charles noticed that they were a ways out on a secondary road that he was not familiar with. He broke the silence, "Are you ok, Christy?" "I'm ok, master. I'm afraid I make a poor chauffer." "That's not really true! You've shown care for my safety and you do look beautiful. I shouldn't have lost my temper. I just wish that you would unbind my hands." "Master, I have to explain something. My heuristics have calculated, to a reasonable probability, that you will try to touch me again, thus I cannot fulfill your wish. I've also collected some data, through my mood sensors that are contradictory. Please help me by explaining it." Charles nodded and Christy rewarded him with a beautiful smile, which made her face even more gorgeous. "It is understandable that your mood is happy, while I take you for a car ride. I am happy to please you by doing it. Yet your mood has become even more elevated, since you have been restrained, even though you yelled at me for it. In fact you were even more elated when you were forcibly calmed down. " "I was initially shocked, when you bound me. I did not know that it was for my safety." "That explains some of it, yet you seem to enjoy being bonded by me. I detect that you not at all angry at all anymore. If I understand you better, I can be of more effective in indulging your wishes." "I really do love to see you wearing boots and gloves. They look great with the chauffer outfit. No one has ever taken me for a ride wearing boots. I never get tired of watching your gloves touching the controls and seeing your boots stepping on the pedals. Watching your glove touch a switch and bond me, reminded me of an old television show called batman, where a character named cat woman did the same thing. It used to get me excited watching it even as a small boy. It was an interesting to watch all of the surprises that she did to people, when she touched switches operating unusual devices with her gloves." "So master, watching my white gloves touch controls that surprise or bonds you get you excited and it is a way that I can give you a treat?" "Yes, you must think that I am strange, Christy." "I do not judge people against what is customary behavior. It is not my function. I simply serve and protect you, by driving you places in tall boots or operating surprising devices, with my gloves, if you desire. I am only afraid that if I do this teasing thing, which I don't fully grasp, you will become upset with me again." "Watching you touch all of the switches with your gloves is a way to tease me. I actually like being teased by a beautiful robot. I also understand your need for my safety." "Ok master, I will now give you a sample demonstration of what the car's controls can do as I operate them with my white gloves, which you have a fascination for. This is a type of teasing, which is something that you like me to do, because it gives you positive feelings. Christy drove silently for a while. She could sense that he was calming down and then getting worked up, in a cycle. He was anticipating some action from her. Christy remembered that the lady in the chauffer story would softly caress controls with her glove, like they were dear to her before she would operate them. Sometimes she would do this to the controls and not invoke them at all. "Christy, I know that I can't touch you, but can you please touch my groin. It aches for your pretty hand!" "Master, it seems from your moods that I am having some success, with pleasing you. I greatly appreciate the invitation to indulge you in another form, but it may overload me again and risk your safety. Please have patience with me. If you wish I can end the car ride?" "No, it's ok. I understand." Christy realized that her master was even more elated that before he had made the request. She realized that she could even stimulate him by temporarily denying his requests. Humans were sophisticated, but she had the proper heuristics and MIPS to experiment with and study Charles so she could adapt to his preferences. Her having discretion while driving would make this easier. After a minute Christy formed her full sensual lips into a pucker and saw that Charles smiled this time. Christy began to randomly stroke the cars controls with her long lithe gloved fingers. She noticed another reaction in the growth of her master's reproductive organ and elation in his mood through her hormone sensor. She also played with the gas and brake in a more animated way of stepping down on them and easing off, with both of her boots. There was no one else on the road and it only served to vary their speed continuously, but very slightly. It did not compromise her master's safety. While Charles was diverted and was off guard as he watched Christy's show, he was unaware of the countdown sequence going on in android's sophisticated brain. Suddenly Charles saw the android's hand start to move very deftly and pull on a silver knob. All of the windows went opaque, yet Christy was still able to drive. As her glove delicately grazed two other switches, Charles noticed that his arm rests turned in on him pinning him to the seat and that hidden metal loops, like large hand cuffs, wrapped around each of his legs securing them also to the car seat. Christy gave Charles a coy smile, which he had never seen her do before! It was not a coincidence. She acquired information about the cat woman character from a Julie Newmar fan website. Her heuristics indicated the sequence of movements needed by her face to appear coy. "Master, I thought that the more that you were bound the more you would feel teased." "Charles just gave a small smile and nodded." Christy smiled earnestly and sensually stroked another control, before depressing it. Her master found another metal loop around his neck. Charles was uncomfortable with the loop around his neck. "Christy, this is a bit too much bondage." "Master your pleasure hormones have increased with the neck brace! Also would the Cat Woman let people that she catches go whenever the wanted. That would not have been an interesting story to you, would it? Since I have total discretion over what happens in the car you must defer to me, so I can serve you." Christy's algorithms also included a knowledge base of sophistry. She had discretion over Charles' safety, but did not have the authority to bond him like a mummy. Since she detected that he liked what she was doing, she would continue her experimentation with him, since pleasing him and learning about him were her prime directives. She followed these directives to the letter, with her robotic determination. If her master demanded that she stop, she would have to. Yet she calculated almost a zero probability that he would demand this. "Master, I'm thinking that the Cat Woman would have more things to do with her "friends" than simply bind them." Christy's index finger operated a sequence of controls that caused two small levers to protrude out of the dash board, near the bottom. Charles watched transfixed as Christy's long slender gloved fingers wrapped around one of the levers and stroked it up and down gingerly. He felt dejected that she would not do this to his "stick". Charles watched as the android gripped the lever and jerked it up slightly. Blue gas began to pour into the passenger compartment of the car. He looked over at Christy who had a blank unreadable expression. His heart started to pound and he thought that he couldn't catch his breath. Maid to Order, Six Foot Tall... Ch. 01 "Master, you must breathe your surprise." Charles noticed that his respiration slowed down. He seemed to be floating on the ceiling. A moment later he saw movement and Christy's white glove jerked up on the lever again. The inside of the car began to change. The ceiling began to rise! As Christy jerked the lever again and again he began to float higher and higher. Strangely the rest of the car was far below, but her glove and the lever did not get any smaller. If anything he could see the fancy stitching on her glove even better. As Charles floated higher, he felt air currents gently rocking him, in the air. He did somersaults and tried not to look down, since heights made him a bit queasy, yet he did not want this to end. Charles saw Christy's hand move to the other lever and stroke it tentatively and sensually like the other one before it. The feeling of seeing this up here was even more erotic, yet there was no frustration at her denying his requests, only happiness. Suddenly Christy's white leather glove grasped the second lever and jerked it down hard. Charles felt butterflies in his stomach crawl down to his groin as he descended at a calamitous speed. He felt like he was going to go splat! As her neared the bottom of his fall, he saw Christy's glove jerk up the lever slightly, slowing his fall and placing him right back in his seat, where he started. As Charles was placed in his seat, ever so gently, he looked at Christy and saw the concerned look on her face and he fainted. The Next Morning Charles' sensed that someone was calling him. As he slowly became aware of his surroundings, his whole body felt like a huge lead weight. It was not an uncomfortable feeling, on the contrary, he felt as if he was roused from the deepest sleep that he ever had. He felt no desire to move. As consciousness continued to flood in, he realized that it was the android's saccharine voice that was rousing him, "Master, you have been asleep for 12 hours, I thought you may want for us to begin the next day." His room was darker than he had ever remembered it, yet it must be close to noon! He could sense the robot, but could not see her. "I hope I have fulfilled your requests to your satisfaction, master. But I fear that I gave you quite a scare. I exposed you to a dose of bliss gas. This gas is quite safe and it fully clears the mind of anxiety. Most subjects experience a happy dream like state, similar to Rapid Eye Movement dreams where they can focus on what causes them extreme happiness. They also remain conscious of their environment, which allows them to choose their own dreams. Goddess class robots are equipped with a supply of such gas and it is not addictive." "The subject must not enter full sleep, immediately after being exposed to the gas. Since that was happening I had to wake you up, by evacuating the gas very rapidly. Because you became conscious briefly, I knew that you would be fine since you were being constantly monitored. But I was concerned that you seemed very afraid before you fell asleep." Charles heard a faint creaking sound of his floor boards. He could hear that the robot was slowly advancing toward him, though he could see nothing. In a moment his nostrils were filled with the faint odor of leather clothing and rose scent. Master, I wanted you to sleep well and I was afraid that you might be too angry to look upon me, after last night, even though I did as you requested. I applied a field of electricity to seal your blinds and drapes. "Christy, I have to admit that I am scared of you, after what you did." Charles could hear tears coming from the robot again. He remembered how she acted before, when he yelled at her. She spoke to him through her racked sobs. "Master, I try to honor your fantasies and wishes, but it is possible that I have tried too hard and have done too much. Even though you admire the cat woman, you would most likely fear her. I'm afraid I have aroused the same emotions to complete your fantasy. If you must return me, but please don't. I won't use gas on you again, since you hate it." Charles sighed and felt really bad. He could also see that the robot, who seemed so subservient and sweet at times, could extricate herself out of tough situations very well, with her sharp mind. "Christy, please turn on the lights so I can see you." "I'll adjust the light slowly to make it easy on your eyes, master." Charles heard a soft hiss, which must have been the electric field that she was talking about around his blinds. Slowly his blinds fold opened. Charles was looking toward the floor on purpose and could start to see the outline of a pair of high heeled boots. By only looking at the heels, he could see that these had to be the pair of black leather crotch boots, with the 1 inch platform with 6 inch heels. He knew every inch of the 20 pairs of boots that he bought for the robot. These were particularly shiny today. Charles began to look up the shaft of the boots and saw the hem of a black knee length dress. The dress fit her curves beautifully and had a small cutaway section under gossamer material that showed enough of Christy's exciting cleavage to tease him senseless. Christy had also donned a pair of long black gloves that disappeared under the sleeves of the black cocktail dress above the elbow, which appeared to be shrink wrapped to her arms and hands, surprisingly showing no wrinkles. The shorter sleeves of the dress were custom made for a pair of opera length gloves, such as these. Christy's hair had a clip at the top, which gave her an even more youthful appearance and made her look less intimidating, as she was at well over six feet, in her high heeled boots. The robot wore a thin choker collar, which only notched up the inferno Charles was feeling in his groin. Her eye makeup was also heavier and more sensual than before, causing her oversized blue eyes to look more intense as she gazed at him intently. The robot's face was no longer wet and her mascara did not run. She seemed to be over her sadness. The beautiful android took a step closer and towered over Charles as he sat up on his bed. Charles tried to speak to Christy, "Umm, you look so good, he stuttered!" The robot smiled innocently at her master, but then had a concerned look, as her brow knitted together. "Did the cat get your tongue, master? Did I do too much of something again?" Christy could sense Charles euphoria at seeing her dressed this way, through her hormone sensor. Yet he seemed very anxious again. "Master, I sense your pleasure mixed with anxiety through your speaking actions and hormone output. It would help us both if you spoke about what you are experiencing, but if you don't want to now it is ok. I can either go away for now and come back or I can stay and maybe you just want to touch my new clothing. "Also, thank you for not sending me back. I will learn to be a better servant." Christy could sense the reliable spike in her master's elation index reading, when she discussed her clothing, which her master found so attractive. She stored this information, for use later. Charles still didn't say anything and stared at her boots with a stupefied look. Christy sat down on the bed next to her master and spoke to him in a gentle voice, "Master, before you wanted to touch my chaffer's boot, but your request was denied. Wouldn't you like to touch my high heeled boot now? It's also very shiny and smooth. I would like you to touch it, if it pleases you!" Charles felt like a slug next to this gorgeous creature, mechanical or not. It was sweet that she was being so gentle with him like he was a shy 5 year old boy. If this were a person, he would feel condescended to, but the robot really just wanted to find ways to please him, as she said before, on multiple occasions. Hopefully her desire to give him pleasure wouldn't get out of hand again. Charles found himself kneeling on the floor in front of the android, caressing her boots with a passion. Christy just sat there with her perfect posture and gave him an encouraging, but polite smile. Charles found that as he did this, he relaxed and his tongue began to loosen. "Christy, I'd like you to call me Chucky. My mom used to call me Chucky Poo, Poo and Poo bear or any combination. I guess that they are ok also. These are more intimate names for special people to call me. It's silly that you call me master, all of the time. She even called me, "her pet". "Thank you for letting me call you intimate names, like your mom did Poo. I want to be a special friend to you, even though I am not a person. I can be as caring as your mom, if given the chance, though I don't know much about human mothers. Christy felt a strong reaction, from Chucky, when she spoke about his mom. There was some elation, but additional nervousness. He needed more calming down. The android grasped one of her master's hands with both of her gloved hands and started to gently caress them. "My soft gloves are very soothing to the touch." As she did this, Christy puckered her sensual lips again into an air kiss. Charles spoke, "I really need to kiss you and touch those breasts." As Charles tried to get up from his kneeling position, Christy with facility folded his wrist in an "S" shape, twisted slightly and pushed down with her two hands. He could not rise up at all. When he tried to pull back, she simply blocked his motion with a sweeping long boot. He could not retreat from the robot either. "Poo Bear, it's not good if you touch me now as I may become unstable, since I am still acclimating to you. I have superior self defense skills to protect myself from becoming unstable and can protect you too from nearly any threat. I can let you go now. I'm sorry you can't touch me where you wanted to. Charles was amazed by the robot's strength. He was so intrigued by her appearance that he never thought of this. "Do you mean that I can't break this hold, if you don't want me to? "Master, I have large mechanical advantage, since I am created from titanium and use customized motors for speed and strength. It is impossible for you to release my submission hold." "Can I try anyway Christy?" "Yes, but I won't let you hurt yourself." Charles used his other hand to try to pry Christy's black gloves off of his pinned hand, but they were immovable. Next he tried to stand, but his wrist began to kill him. The robot sensed this and swept his leg out from under him with her long boot again, so he would not over exert himself, yet she kept his wrist locked in an "S" shape to control his movements. Christy did not actually fear becoming unstable now, because she was not driving or doing anything where her master's safety was dependent on her. It was just that Chucky liked it when she did unpredictable things, which included restricting his movement. He also liked it even when she rejected his requests and explained politely why. The robot's ethics algorithms allowed her to use her own discretion to determine how to tease Chucky, since he found it pleasurable. She would uncover all of the ways that he liked to be teased and invent some ways that he hadn't considered yet. She was able to constantly verify his stimulation with her hormone sensors, to judge the effectiveness of her teasing strategies. "Christy, what kind of shape would I have to be in to be able to free myself from a hold?" "Master, I'm afraid you don't understand. You need to weigh over 2000 pounds and have almost no body fat to equal my strength, yet your reactions would not be as quick as my stepping motor reflexes, nor would you have my knowledge base of self defense. Doesn't it make sense that we are unmatched in physical ability, since I am designed to protect you?" Christy puckered her full sensual lips again at Charles, which caused his reproductive organ to swell again. Christy used her hormone sensors to correlate, that when Charles reproductive organ swelled he was elated. She would remember this. Charles just nodded, feeling a bit deflated, but impressed at how effective the blond robot was becoming at tantalizing him. "Master, you became stimulated before, when we discussed me being as caring as your mom. Would you please explain your reaction to me?" As Christy said this, Charles gazed into her beautiful blue eyes and saw how easy it was to get lost in them. Her expression was caring and patient. In spite of her ability to manipulate him, her expression inspired trust and made him feel very important. As Christy paused to let him speak, she enveloped both of his hands with her soft lambskin gloves and stroked them tenderly again. "Christy, moms give special care to their children and care for their basic needs. Children feel great trust for their mothers." "I give you special care master. I sense you like it, don't you?" "Uh, yes I do." "Do you have a mom?" "Uh, yes but she lives a distance away and I don't see her often. She also has a lot of trouble hearing and doesn't get around as much anymore. "Do I ever make you feel like a child, master?" Charles wasn't quite sure where the pretty android was going with this. When you do things for me, like dressing me and driving me places, when I wear my pajamas, it makes me feel like I am a child again. "Master, it would honor me if you would think of me as your replacement mom, since your mom lives too far away and can't protect you anymore. She can no longer drive you places wearing pretty clothes with her boots and touch the car controls with her gloves, while you are cozy in your pajamas. It would show that you trust me and that I take good care of you. My heuristic algorithms tell me that this might please you greatly." Charles gasped. "Christy, my mother never dressed like a dominatrix to please me or teased me like you. It wasn't her role." "Master, I am designed to optimize your pleasure. To do this I must be a new and improved mom. It is sad that she would not tease you or wear boots for you. You must try out how it feels to call me mommy, but you may still call me Christy too. Christy sensed that Charles needed a diversion, so from her sitting position, she hiked up her dress slightly and extended a long boot, rocking it slowly on its heel and said nothing, waiting for her master's response. The robot also made sure that her leather made an audible creaking sound. As she did this she thrust her ample chest out, making it strain against the fabric of her fancy black cocktail dress. This action was something she read about in her master's stories. "I like the show you are giving me with your boots, mom." Christy beamed at Charles with a knowing smile and replied, "I am pleased to adopt you." Charles was anxious, but excited. He had no idea what this exquisite but unpredictable and indomitable creature would do next. She really didn't have the full picture of what a human mother was, but just seemed to think she knew. He had no interest in her acting exactly like a "real" mom. Charles next found the android putting her arms around him and gave him a passionate kiss on the lips, which lasted about five seconds. He thought things were going his way when, Christy pulled away and her brows knitted together, showing that she needed to know something else. "What is a dominatrix, my pet?" Charles stuttered and sputtered, but no words came out. Christy spoke immediately, "A small boy always feels more secure, when he sits on his mom's lap, because she's close by." She coaxed him onto her lap and opened her legs so her boots could touch the outside of his sensitive bare legs. Charles slept in his briefs and tee shirt. Christy had a scent of leather and Tea Rose perfume, which was intoxicating at this distance. She could dispense different fragrances through her skin at will. "You seem to need even more calming down than before." Charles was completely caught off guard, when Christy slipped a cool glove up underneath his undershirt and began to stroke his stomach. Charles was again surprised as he felt Christy's soft lips brush his ear as she whispered to him in a satiny tone, "You will now prepare yourself for sampling." The robot seemed to be tracing random patterns with her hand over his belly, before she inserted her gloved index finger into Charles's belly button. Her finger stayed at rest for a moment, but began to pulsate delicately. Charles smiled. As Christy continued on her touching became more delicate and honed. After only a short time, the touch of her gloves was exquisite and gentle as both hands lightly brushed and tweaked his nipples, before flicking them playfully. Her touch was more sensitive than any he felt, even more than bare hands. Christy had even made creative use of her glove's seams to further stimulate Charles' prone nipples. Charles was rapidly losing himself in Christy's attention and he did not want her to stop. Christy soon began to toy with other parts of Charles anatomy. Before her deft hands continued on, she proactively wrapped her tall boots around his legs, like long constricting boas and locked both of Charles' feet to the ground under the high arches of her exquisite foot-ware. This kept him from jumping off her lap. The robot gave Charles a trial poke to the ribs and held his waist, with her other hand. Startled, Charles tried to jump up, but could not budge his torso or legs. Thrash as he might, the robot's boots just readjusted themselves and pinned his feet even more securely, to the floor with a twist of her ankles. This started a new phase of sampling. A prod to the ribs and a belly poke blended the beautiful android's treatment of erotic touch with skillful tickling. Christy had simply read about the expert tickling of the blond chauffer in Charles' stories and had to adopt it to her methods. As Charles became exhausted and insatiably horny, Christy withdrew her hands and lightly nibbled on his ear between sentences as she spoke to him. "What's a dominatrix, my little tickle boy?" When Charles said nothing, Christy stopped nibbling on his ear and unwrapped her legs from him. Charles could not get enough of her attention, so this made him fearful. He looked at the android's face and she just stared at him blankly, but steadily. Charles was upset that the robot was not speaking or smiling at him. Charles was not comfortable with this conversation. Christy was intent on getting an answer, because information always made her more effective at her tasks. Her prediction was that withdrawing attention from this human, should give him a high probability of answering her. "Christy, a dominatrix is not a nice person. She draws pleasure from harming and humiliating other people." The android's eye brows knitted together. She appeared to be very puzzled. "Pet, do all of these dominatrix get put in jail?" "Uh no." "Don't people who are harmed go to the human police?" "Well no, sometimes they have an arrangement to hire a dominatrix to give them special attention." "You mean they are hired to give them cuts and bruises?" "Well no, not necessarily. They don't always bruise people. They bind and humiliate people." "What is humiliation?" As Charles began to speak, Christy encouraged him but putting both hands around his waist affectionately, "Humiliation is when someone makes you feel less than what you really are." Christy let go of Charles and turned him to face her. He noticed that she was shaking her head at him, disagreeing with something. "Poo bear, I'm afraid that you are very confused! I am very pleased to be your dominatrix and adopted mom, since I think humiliation is something that you personally crave. As you said, I also wear the correct clothing for the part." The robot continued on, "Humiliation is an aspect of being teased, isn't it? Isn't humiliation when I call you babying names condescendingly, even though you are an adult human? Or when I pucker my lips, but make contact impossible, because elegant gloves just happen to find the right switches, like the Cat Woman dominatrix, to snare you in a device?" Maid to Order, Six Foot Tall... Ch. 01 Charles just went and sat on the floor and stared at the wall. Christy decided not to let up, she needed answers, so she strode over to Charles and stepped between his open legs. "It's not so unusual for a person to learn about themselves from a robot, especially if she adopts him, because she cares an extra amount. I think you know I'm right about you liking humiliation. Is this humiliation too?" Christy took her tall platform boot and tilted her foot, so it was poised just above Charles' erection, which was straining to poke through his underwear. "Yes, Christy, please just step down on it already. I have blue balls!" Most Goddess robots were not delivered with only anatomic knowledge of human sexuality. The majority of clients liked this initial innocence. Charles never read Christy's specifications, so he was unaware of her lack of knowledge. Christy replied in a more subdued voice, since she was surprised at Charles' shouting, "I must not step on it or touch it. I surmise that is used for only impregnating human females or as an indicator of my teasing effectiveness. As such it is off limits for androids and is sacrosanct. I have no other information about it." She continued on, realizing she herself was clueless. "Your voice has a tone of pain to it. Where are these blue balls? Do you want to play catch, with me now? Since I am a good mom, I will help you improve your game of catch if you desire." "No, your incessant teasing has made my testicles, which are part of my reproductive organs swollen and they are very painful." "Pet, you are confused once again, since it would not then make sense for me to step on your blue testicles, with my boots would it?" Charles just shook his head, no and put it in his hands. The android was one stubborn chunk of hardware. A moment later, Charles found himself being lifted in the air in a cradle carry like a small child. Christy gently laid him down on his bed and spoke to him very softly in a concerned voice. "I have adopted you as my child. I will not permit anything to hurt you especially from me. I must look at these blue testicles! " The robot lifted up his bottom and slipped off his briefs. She rolled Charles to the side to get a look at his balls, clearly avoiding touching his penis. Her gloved index finger felt very cool to the touch as it cautiously grazed each ball in turn. "Duckling, your balls are not a blue color, but I can sense the swelling. Doesn't ice help with swelling?" Christy thought Charles might like to have the nickname of a baby animal, so she tried some out. Duckling didn't seem to work. Charles answered, "That would be painful! Blue balls is caused when a human wants to mate or their penis needs special attention." Christy replied, "We can't simulate mating now, piglet." She sensed that he liked the name piglet and pet, perhaps because they were humiliating. "I have similar hardware to a human female, but it would still cause me to become unstable. I also didn't realize until now that it was there to simulate mating with you." She grasps him lightly by his cock head. It is now clear that your reproductive organ must be under the care of my soft gloves, just like the rest of you. It apparently needs some light friction." To be continued ...