Dominant System – Part 3.

	Thomas looked into his wardrobe with confusion. Every single item of clothing had been removed, leaving nothing but a few wire hangers dangling forlornly. Wrapping his bed sheet around himself, neatly covering up the metal seams on his new, cybernetic body, he began to search the rest of his room. His underwear drawn had been plundered as well, and even the emergency pair of pants that he kept crumpled under his bed were missing.
	Something was obviously very wrong. Making sure his sheet was tightly wrapped around him - in case of a rare encounter with his rarely present father – the cyborg boy set off in search of Anna, the only other likely candidate. Anna was a robotic carer, Thomas' sole carer since childhood, but lately she had become increasingly independently minded. Not that Thomas minded, of course, but hiding all of his clothes seemed like a strange move, even for her.
	He eventually found her in the study. Once a relic of the time when his father was often at home, Anna had adopted it as her own. As a robot, she didn't need a lot of space, but this was just another sign of her growing personality. When Thomas barged in she was sitting at the desk, almost as if she had been waiting for him. She had something planned, the boy realised with excitement.
	“Hey, uh...” Thomas felt self conscious, dressed only in a sheet. It was absurd really, since they had seen each other in far less, but still he felt himself blushing. “Have you taken some of my clothes to be washed? Or... all of them?”
	“You kept leaving your dirty laundry lying around,” Anna stood up, revealing her gunmetal grey body. She had taken to dressing like a high class dominatrix, and today was no different. An intricate set of black latex straps encircled her body, tightly hugging every one of her curves whilst leaving much of her body on show. “So I assumed you didn't want those clothes any longer.”
	“So what am I supposed to wear?” Thomas demanded, immediately regretting the outburst. Anna was a stickler for discipline and was always eager to dish out punishment for any disrespect. “I mean, I don't even have a pair of pants!”
	Anna walked out from behind the desk, taking a small paper bag with her. Prowling behind him, she passed Thomas the bag, placing an ominous hand on his shoulder. His heart – one of the few organic parts of him left – was beating hard as he opened the bag and looked inside. The set of underwear inside was small and distinctly unmanly.
	“I can't wear this!” Thomas protested, examining the pair of panties more closely. White, with a bold pattern of blue stripes, the pants would have struggled to cover his penis, even if it wasn't erect. “These are for...”
	“Girls?” Anna grabbed the sheet, tearing it away from the boy. His torso was smooth and hairless, with flesh the natural colour of a high quality prosthetic. With a narrow waist and broad hips, the boy cut quite the androgynous figure. Even his chest had a roundness to it, perfect for the matching bra Anna had given him. “I think they'd fit you nicely,” the robot crooned, her hands gliding down Thomas' sides and settling on his hips.
	Even something as simple as her touch send a shiver of pleasure through the boy, synthetic nerve endings coaxed into wild bursts of pleasure at her command. Thomas quickly warmed up to the idea, especially when Anna's wandering hands began to toy with his slight, yet sensitive chest. By the time she was pinching his nipples, the boy's mind had grown so fogged with lust that he would have done anything for her.
	Nodding eagerly, Thomas began to pull on the panties, slipping them over first one leg, then the other. The fabric was soft, and they were snug against his hips. His cock formed a neat bulge in the front, a slight wet patch spreading as the boy's precum started to leak. As he was reaching for the bra, Anna grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, pushing him forwards and bending him over the desk.
	“Don't think I didn't notice your attitude,” the robot said quietly, but menacingly. “So disrespectful!” Running a hand down his back, her hand came to rest on his backside, kneading the artificial flesh softly before sweeping her hand down in a brisk slap. The blow was a stinging one, with Thomas' whole body rocking forwards from the force of it.
	She kept spanking him, one hand gripping him firmly by the shoulder. After a few blow, Thomas' erection slipped out of the panties to bounce in the open air, jolting every time he was struck. Thanks to Anna's manipulations, every blow send a wave of pleasure through him as well and soon the boy was panting, eyes rolled back in his head.
	Just to keep him on his toes, Anna made sure to keep some of the slaps purely painful, and each time, Thomas was taken by surprise. When Thomas was squirming, practically begging for more, Anna stopped, grabbing his erection in a tight grip instead.
	“You want to come already?” she asked, raising a sculpted eyebrow. Even with his upgrades regulating things, the boy's heart rate was high and his breathing unsteady. Thomas nodded eagerly as Anna began to stroke him softly, teasing him with the slightest of movements. “You can finish yourself off,” she said suddenly, letting the boy go and taking a graceful step backwards. Thomas turned, confused, and saw the wicked grin on her face.
	Uncertain, Thomas began to stroke himself, growing in confidence as he built up momentum. There was something wrong though, some catastrophic blockage that stopped him from reaching orgasm. Whenever he felt the first stirrings of a climax beginning to built, they faded away after a few tantalizing seconds. Soon, the boy was whining in frustration and writhing on the floor, tugging at himself to no avail. Slowly, as he realised Anna was laughing, he forced himself to stop.
	“Oh, the things I can do with you,” Anna laughed, picking Thomas up and pushing him up against the wall, one hand gripping the base of his erection. “No matter how hard you try, you can't come until I let you, so...” Anna picked up the discarded bra and forced it into Thomas' hands, “So you'd better stay on my good side.”
	Thomas gaped in amazement before fumbling the bra on, or at least trying to. The clip at the back was tiny and, even if he hadn't been shaking with arousal, horribly difficult to do up. After watching him for a while, Anna sighed and turned him around, pressing her body up against his as she expertly clipped the bra into place.
	“Well, aren't you just the cutest thing!” Anna jeered, stepping back to take a good look at Thomas. The boy blushed, staring down at his feet as his cock strained against the striped panties. Errant gasps escaped him as his robot mistress enveloped him in an embrace, kissing him deeply on the lips. Each kiss drove him to the brink of orgasm, but never beyond, in a maddening display of power.
	A yelp escaped the boy as Anna seized him, savagely throwing him to the ground and straddling his chest. Even though her body was as cold and impersonal as always, the gleeful expression on her face made her excitement clear. The softness of Anna's breasts yielded under Thomas' touch, contrasting with the rest of her hard body. Soft moans slipped from the robot as Thomas squeezed and caressed her breasts, fingers playing across her nipples.
	“You've done it now,” Anna panted, her every thought process burning with the desire to dominate the boy. He yelped again as she slapped his hands away from her body, denying him even the meagre honour of touching her. Instead, she mounted his face, relishing in the feeling of her slick, dripping slit pressing down on his waiting mouth. His thin tongue flicked out, every swipe sending a ripple of pleasure through Anna as he lapped the nectar seeping from her.
	Anna giggled to herself as a muffled grunt drifted out from between her thighs. She lifted herself up for a moment so that Thomas could breath before clamping down harder, grinding her sex against his face. She wondered if the boy was enjoying the taste. He must have been, if the sight of his erection twitching in the open air was any indication. Eyes dimming as she let herself get lost in the pleasure of his eager tongue, Anna reached behind her and slowly stroked his cock, first with one finger and then with her whole hand.
	“You can't come until I let you,” the robot repeated to herself, savouring the authority invested in the words. As if he was taking her words to heart, Thomas' tongue began to probe deeper inside of her, exploring the velvety folds on her inner lining and sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. “But I'm feeling generous today, so I'll let this thing,” Anna gave the tip of Thomas' penis a firm tap, making the boy jolt in pain, “shoot off. If, that is, you do something for me...”
	“I'll do anything, Mistress,” Thomas' voice was muffled, but the words still reached Anna's sensitive ears.
	“In that case,” with a split second of concentration, Anna cut off the boy's senses. For the next few minutes his mind would be sealed away, his every sensation dependant on Anna's will.  “Goodnight,” the robot purred.

	Thomas woke after a few moments of darkness and total isolation, coming into a blind world, but not one without sensations. They were strange sensations, almost but not entirely familiar. With his sight still stolen away, Thomas was forced to rely on his other senses. Anna was circling him slowly, and the soft padding of her feet told him that she was barefoot. He was all too familiar of the dry clacking of her heels, especially on a hard floor. The sound of her footsteps fell silent as she loomed over him.
	A moment passed before Thomas felt Anna's hands gripping his thighs softly, her fingers pressing against his smooth, artificial skin. Firmly, but slowly, she parted his thighs, tingling pleasure blooming wherever her fingers brushed against him. The tickling feeling of her hands moved up his body until she was gripping his shoulders, her head resting in the nape of his neck.
	“I never said I'd let you come,” Anna whispered, each word blown softly into Thomas' ear. She took his hand, slowly guiding it down to his crotch. Thomas probed blindly, the smooth surface of his crotch offering no clue as to what he was looking for. Gradually, he realised that his hips, androgynous from the start, felt wider somehow. A perverse thought struck him, and he lowered his hand. Where the boy would have found his penis, his fingers brushed against the soft folds of Anna's carefully sculpted sex.
	“That's the thing about these components,” the lustful purr of Anna's voice seeped into Thomas' ear, “You can swap them out however you like.” She took his hand again, lifting it from his new, unfamiliar slit and pressing it against her crotch and the hot stiffness extending from it. “And I did say that it would be this little thing that got to come, not you.”
	“You mean...” Thomas' voice trailed off. His mouth felt dry, adrenaline coursing through his body as a stab of nerves pierced the arousal enveloping his mind.
	“Yes, that's exactly what I mean,” Anna said sweetly. A gasp slipped from Thomas' mouth as she began to tease his new entrance with the purloined cock. “I wonder how it feels to be on the other end of things. I'm certainly looking forwards to finding out.” The boy squirmed as he felt liquid flourish and drip from him at Anna's words alone. It wasn't long before he was whining, begging for her to put and end to the teasing and penetrate him.
	Still blinded, the touch of Anna's cold lips against his own came as a shock to Thomas, but it was the lesser shock compared with the burst of pleasure that shot through him as she pushed her swollen erection roughly inside him. He cried aloud at the sensation of being penetrated, stretched out and filled.
	“You're so depraved,” Anna jeered, “Practically throwing yourself on your own cock. Does it feel that good?” as she talked, the robot plunged into him with long, slow strokes. Each time the stiffened member entered him, Thomas couldn't stop his head from rolling back, low moans drawn out from what felt like the pit of his stomach. It felt like his insides were being churned, stirred by Anna's deep thrusts.
	“It feels amazing,” Thomas groaned, one hand exploring his new crotch, fingers dancing around the dimpled mount that was his clit. Anna's thrusts increased in speed, their artificial flesh sliding against one another as they both began to pant from the exertion. Anna kissed all over his shoulders, every single kiss surprising the blinded boy, drawing contented sighs out of him.
	Thomas could feel himself growing wetter, moisture building up and flowing out of him, as Anna thrust into him. Her thrusts were long and smooth, well lubricated by the torrent of fluids seeping from his slit. Just from the motion of her thrusts, Thomas could tell that she was close to a climax. There was a certain desperation there – an attempt to drive as deep into a hot, wet hole as possible that he recognised well.
	Although he had been expecting it, the force of her ejaculation caught him off guard. The cum seemed hotter, coming from someone else, and his body seemed eager to swallow it up. Thomas gasped as the walls of his sex contracted around Anna's member, squeezing it and holding it in place as it twitched and spat inside him. Above him, Anna was groaning quietly, obviously surprised at the unfamiliar sensations that Thomas' cock had provided her with.
	The dominatrix panted softly, the welcome presence of her body pressing against Thomas as she embraced him and held him close. Their embrace lasted a long time, Anna's fingers brushing across Thomas' scalp as she stroked his hair. Eventually, the robot said, “I could have a lot of fun with one of these,” tentatively sliding out of him. Thomas gasped as she pulled out, the sudden emptiness inside him was somehow forlorn, almost urging him to be filled up again.
	“Oh yes,” Anna reminded herself. Thomas' vision blinked back into life, even the dim study lights seeming bright after the extended period of blindness. Their mismatched body parts looked bizarre, the chrome grey of Anna's skin shockingly unnatural compared with the muted flesh tone of Thomas' body. Glancing around, Thomas noticed a few tool scattered about the study – probably the tools used to dismantle him. The thought was a surreal one, no matter how much he experimented with his cybernetic body, Thomas was certain that he wouldn't get used to it. In this case, Anna had the advantage. She had been born – created, perhaps – in the shell she currently occupied and the idea of changing component parts was an accepted part of her life.
	He wondered how she would feel, if she was confined to a body she had no power over. If the freedom he had been given seemed vast and confusing, being trapped within a single body – especially a mortal one – must seem like imprisonment. If Anna shared any of his philosophical musings, she didn't show it. The robot was busy detaching Thomas' lower half, ready to put their parts back where they belonged.
	“Hey, Anna?” Thomas asked, a sudden thought occurring to him, “You didn't really throw all my clothes away, did you?” She looked up, giving him a sweet smile. “Did you?”
	“Of course not,” she relented, hiding a giggle behind a delicate hand, “But you were worried for a second there, weren't you?”
	“Well, yeah...” Thomas blushed as he fumbled to unclasp the bra he was wearing, “I mean...”
	“I think it suits you,” Anna turned the boy around, removing the garment for him, “I think I'll leave it in your wardrobe, maybe it'll grow on you,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a familiar embrace. “Just remember to pick up your laundry in future,” she added, her tone immediately shifting to the practical, a threatening undercurrent reminding Thomas of the consequences.