Dominant System – Part 2.

	Thomas Hertzig examined his body in the boutique mirror, twisting and turning so he could see it from all angles. Although subtle, he could see the seams where the new limbs, cunningly designed mechanical arms and legs, joined onto his body. The near perfect human form of his new limbs contrasted with those of his companion, Anna.
	Anna was a robot, hired as a nanny to raise Thomas from birth and retained to serve as a companion for the growing boy. As was typical for an older model robot, her joints retained a purely mechanical form and her skin was a dull chrome. Lately, she had started to show a more adventurous side of her personality, encouraging Thomas to take the plunge and upgrade to a cybernetic shell, as was the current fashion.
	“So you say the component parts can be changed at will?” the boy asked, thinking of the catalogue of spare components he had at home.
	“Yes sir,” the shop attendant – half mechanic and half tailor – said, “All components are standardised, so you should have no problem swapping them out as necessary. You can change your arms, legs and hips, as well as some cosmetic parts of the torso.” The attendant paused for a moment to check her clipboard. “Oh, yes, I shouldn't need to remind you, but you should never tamper with the inner casing in your torso. That contains all your vital organs, so...” she shrugged, “Bad idea to mess around with it. Now, have a nice day!”
	It felt strange, walking out of the shop on a new pair of legs. Apparently, there had been a time where limb replacement was a long and gruelling process, with months of rehabilitation time. Whenever he read about it, the past seemed like a difficult time to live in.
	“Your new components suit you well,” Anna said as they walked back to Thomas' large house. “Have you thought about what you might replace next?”
	“Hey, c'mon, I just took a big step and you're trying to get me to replace more?” Thomas laughed, but there was a mingled undercurrent of nervousness and excitement. “I don't even know what I'd replace.”
	“I'm curious,” Anna began, her angular face expressionless, “You decided to have the remote control module installed, why is that?”
	“Hmm, well...” Thomas seemed to think for a moment, a scan revealing that he was considerably aroused by whatever he was thinking about. “I just thought it might come in handy, that's all.”
	“I see,” Anna left it at that. If Thomas had something planned, he would tell her – one way or another. Soon, they had arrived at the house, the automatic security system unlocking the front gates as they approached. Upon arrival, Thomas immediately ran to his room. That wasn't particularly unusual – Anna had learned that teenage boys liked their privacy, for various reasons.
	It didn't matter much to her anyway, she had some tasks to run around the house. First of all, she needed to inform Thomas' father that the surgery had been successful. Mr Hertzig was rarely around, typically distracted by some business deal or another. He left running the house to Anna, occasionally checking in on her with video calls.
	Entering the study, Anna dialled her employer's number into the system and waited. As expected, it took a long time for Mr Hertzig to answer the phone, and when he did, he sounded harried.
	“Yes? Anna?” the businessman snapped, his hologram flickering as he looked about his desk, the hologram syncing up perfectly with the physical desk in front of Anna.
	“Master, your son had his surgery today,” Anna bowed slightly as she delivered the news, “it went well, there were no complications.”
	“Good, that's good,” already, the businessman's attention was beginning to waver, “Is that a new blouse?” he asked, giving Anna a rarely focussed look.
	“Yes Master,” Anna looked down at her top. White and prim, with a high neck and short sleeves, the fabric was sheer enough that her skin – and breasts – could be seen through it, “Your son chose it.”
	“Huh, the things people wear outside these days,” Mr Hertzig grumbled, cutting the link. Only being able to see Anna's head and shoulders, he wouldn't have known that other than a thong and suspenders, Anna's lower half was bare. The taboo about nudity was rapidly fading away, and such garments were not uncommon, especially when robotic bodies did not need to stay warm.
	Anna was leaving the study when she saw a magazine lying discarded on the floor. One of Thomas', no doubt. No matter how many times he was told to keep the house clean, he never listened. Picking up the magazine, Anna flicked through the pages, curious about the boy's choice of reading material. The contents of the magazine, illicit even by modern standards, made her pause. Clearly, she hadn't punished him enough last time.
	Crumpling the magazine in one metal hand, Anna began to climb the stairs to the boy's bedroom. Perhaps, she thought suddenly, he had left the magazine out on purpose, although she couldn't understand the reason. To test her limits, perhaps. If so, he had made a grievous error. Anna wasn't willing to let one single transgression go unpunished.

	“What is this?” Anna asked, her voice as hard as steel. Thomas looked at the magazine she had dropped onto his desk and grimaced, hastily covering the expression up with a goofy grin.
	“It's, uh, a magazine?” Thomas glanced up at Anna, a hopeful look in his eyes, “You didn't read it, did you?” One look at the unwavering fury in Anna's electric blue eyes, and his grin faltered. “Right, of course you read it.”
	“We have had this discussion before,” Anna told him, each word loaded with quiet menace. She swatted the boy across the head with the tightly rolled magazine. “And I've told you, time after time, not to leave your things lying around the house.” Dropping the magazine, Anna snatched a small, nondescript remote from Thomas' desk.
	“Hey!” Thomas yelled, grabbing for the device. He was too slow – by the time he had leapt from his chair, Anna had retreated to the other side of the room. “That's my...”
	“Your remote control module,” Anna interrupted. It took her less than a second to scan the device's instructions, learning about each and every function it offered. Some of the functions seemed rather strange, like the one that sent a small electric charge through the body. Thomas yelped and stumbled as Anna tested that particular button out. Evidently, it worked.
	Anna pulled out a chair and sat down, lounging against the high backed seat while she waited for Thomas to compose himself. “That was to remind you of who was in charge,” she told him, perhaps unnecessarily. She thought again about the pictures in the magazine. Some of the ideas seemed strangely appealing, and Anna decided to try them out.
	“Come here!” she demanded, brandishing the remote control like a weapon. “Not like that,” she added as the boy rose to his feet, “Get on your knees and crawl.”
	For a moment, it looked like Thomas was about to argue, but he had second thoughts. Trying to hide his flushed face, he crawled across the room to kneel at Anna's feet like an obedient dog. The robot crossed her legs, emphasising the languid sensuality of every motion, and dangled one foot in front of the boy, light reflecting off of the perfectly polished leather of her high heels.
	“Now kiss them!” she demanded, pushing her foot into Thomas' face. The boy obliged, at first tentatively placing light kisses on her toes but soon gaining enthusiasm, taking hold of her foot and lavishing it with hungry kisses. After a while, she grew tired of his worship and snatched her foot away, placing both feet in his lap. There was a hardness in his trousers that only seemed to grow whenever her shoe brushed up against it.
	“Take them off,” Anna's voice purred in the quiet room as she flexed her toes in Thomas' lap. The boy took to his task with great pleasure, slowly unbuckling the leather pumps and sliding them away from Anna's slender feet. Once both shoes were set aside, Anna wriggled her stockinged toes, rubbing Thomas' crotch with one careful foot. “Now your trousers, I want those off as well.”
	“Yes Mistress,” Thomas nodded, struggling to pull the constricting garment off as quickly as possible. Freed from its fabric prison, his erection jumped up, pointing straight up at the ceiling. Anna smirked, and started to tease his cock with one foot, stroking it with her silk-clad toes and rubbing the base of the shaft. Thomas groaned and fidgeted, his breathing heavy and ragged.
	“You're being very obedient today,” Anna cooed, stroking Thomas' sweaty hair with one hand as she continued to caress his penis, “Perhaps I should give you a little reward. Would you like that?”
	“I would,” Thomas gasped as Anna dug her foot into the base of his erection, sending a wave of pain through his lower half. “I would, Mistress, I'd like that a lot,” he corrected himself, breathing a sigh of relief when Anna resumed her gentle caresses.
	“Yes, I think you deserve it,” Anna lifted her foot, placing it in the centre of Thomas' chest and pushing him firmly onto his back. “But since you were so disrespectful, I'm not going to let you just do whatever you like. You're going to have to lie there and take what I give you,” raising the remote control again, Anna pushed a new button.
	A wave of numbness ran through Thomas' limbs as Anna activated the remote. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't move his limbs at all. With a single button, Anna had reduced him to a state of paralysed helplessness. The idea of being completely at her mercy was a little scary, but very exciting. The boy struggled to hide his grin as Anna approached him, towering over his prone form.
	“I should thank you for this,” Anna said softly as she slid her underwear down, letting the wispy thong drop to the ground. From his position on the floor, Thomas had a perfect view of her crotch, delicately sculpted to be anatomically correct. That had been the first spare component Thomas had bought, buying it after Anna had dominated him for the first time. He had fantasised about it for a while, but this was his first time seeing in for real.
	Anna lowered herself down, squatting over his quivering erection and seizing the organ with one free hand. She stroked his cock slowly, rubbing it against her perfectly sculpted labia, parting them ever so slightly. Moisture - a synthetic lubricant – gathered along her entrance as she lowered herself down, agonisingly slowly, onto his shaft. She grunted, unfamiliar sensations registering in her mind as the boy's length filled her, pressing against artificial nerve endings.
	Thomas gasped aloud, rolling his head back and panting. Anna had begun to slowly gyrate her hips, sliding around Thomas' cock and teasing wave after wave of delightful sensations out of him. Even though he knew how futile it was, Thomas strained to lift his arms and embrace his robot lover. As he expected, his paralysed limbs refused to move.
	“Oh? You want to touch me?” Anna asked, her voice flickering as her speech software struggled to match the pleasure she was experiencing. “You really want to?”
	“Yes Mistress,” Thomas moaned, hope rising in his chest, “Please Mistress, please!”
	“You ask so nicely,” Anna purred, arching her back as she began to rock her hips with greater force. “I want you to take my blouse off,” she whispered, leaning down so that her head was next to his ear. Straightening up, Anna pressed a button on the remote and the feeling returned to Thomas' arms.
	Eagerly, the boy reached up and began to unbutton Anna's blouse, starting at the top of her throat and working his way down. His fingers were shaking, making the task of undoing the buttons a frustrating ordeal, but eventually the blouse lay open. Just as Thomas began to slide the blouse down Anna's shoulders, she nudged the remote. Immediately, his arms went numb, flopping down to the ground with a muffled thud.
	Laughing to herself, Anna shrugged her shoulders, casting the flimsy blouse to the ground. Thomas could feel it lying across his legs, rustling with every movement of Anna's hips. Groaning in frustration, Thomas was forced to admit defeat. Still, there was plenty of fun to be had in surrendering to the hypnotic feeling of Anna's hips grinding against his own.
	Anna continued to ride the boy, throwing her shoulders back and caressing her own breasts, squeezing the silicon filled curves with obvious satisfaction. Every so often she would reach down, grabbing Thomas by the shoulders and forcing herself down onto him, pushing his erection deeper into her. Every time, without fail, that little trick managed to drag a deep groan out of Thomas, pushing him ever closer to his climax.
	As he approached his orgasm, Thomas' cock began to throb harder than ever, pulsing with every beat of his heart. “I'll let you cum,” Anna gasped, parroting the lines she had heard online, “But only because you've been so obedient.”
	“Thank you Mistress!” Thomas groaned, repeating it over and over again as his hips jumped and he reached his climax. Hot seed erupted within Anna's slit, filling her up and leaking out, staining Thomas' lower half with his own fluids. His voice failed him, leaving the boy gasping inarticulate words as bundles of synthetic muscle in Anna's crotch tightened around his cock, squeezing every last drop of cum out of him.

	Anna let the boy flop back against the thick carpet, gasping for breath. Her own breathing – already a cosmetic process – had immediately returned to her normal rate. For a moment, Anna was consumed by a deep melancholy. Despite joining their bodies, she had never felt more distant to Thomas. He was a human, with all the frailties that involved, and she was a machine.
	Although perhaps they were more similar than she thought, Anna realised, stroking the smooth surface of one of Thomas' mechanical arms. The boy grunted softly as she lifted herself up, letting his wilted cock droop out of her. Drips of his semen splattered on the floor as Anna paced the room, barely noticing the liquid seeping down her inner thighs. She stopped pacing abruptly and glanced down, checking on Thomas. The boy had drifted off to sleep, half naked and crusted with dried seed.
	Silently sitting down on Thomas' bed, Anna picked up the magazine she had discarded. She unrolled it and began leafing through it, looking at the pictures with great curiosity. After a while, she found what she had been looking for. An article – something she had glanced over earlier without giving it a second thought – about transferring the human brain into a full body prosthetic.