Three Hours

Marsha drove up to the back of the building. It was almost 8pm, the time she was supposed to be there. It was a chilly and wet November evening. All she wore were sweat pants, shirt and sneakers as per Rob’s instructions. He told her she would need to be naked quickly after she entered the building. It was a spooky industrial area, and yet fitting for what she was about to do. She was a young looking 36 year old woman with pale blond hair and a light complexion.. She kept fit and was very attractive for her age.

Marsha was a scientist specializing in advanced robotics. The robots were getting much more sophisticated than ever before. An obvious application was their use as sex partners. While awkward to scientists, the funding was there and it was becoming a very lucrative business. To advance the research and development of the robots for sexual use required some staff to do a lot of homework. It was commonplace to see a man taking a female robot home. Or for Marsha to be taking Rob, short for Robot, back to her house. It wasn’t like she was sleeping around, she felt. He was a machine after all.

It was a routine. Every weekend she would practice sex with Rob. There were adjustments to be made. Getting the penis just right. Having him both gentle and firm, the subtleties of it all. Rob was obviously a robot. He was mostly covered with a latex like skin. He was warm like a man. Certain sections, especially around the joints, still had exposed machine parts. As time went on, the skin and look of the robots would be improved upon.

Marsha liked kinky sex. She was very interested in bondage, but had never found the right partner for it. She often tied or chained herself up, but it never held for her the element of control she desired.

This night she would be using Rob to flesh out her fantasies.. From 8 to 11 pm, he was programmed to be her Master and to subject her to bondage and discipline. For reference, she instructed him to study the many web sites on the subject, including photos, stories and videos. She give him a week to prepare to make it special. Marsha had no idea what he would come up with and that was all part of this anyway, the thought of not being in control and not knowing what he would do. She didn’t worry about being injured as their were already safeguards set up in his programming.

So this was it. Rob had called her and given her this address. She was to enter from the back door and lock it behind her. That’s all she knew. It’s all he chose to tell her.

She got out of the car and rushed to the door. It was raining again and very cold. She opened the heavy metal door and walked inside. It was mostly dark with just a few scattered lights. She did not see Rob anywhere. She pushed the door closed. It locked on its own. She tried to reopen it, but it wouldn’t budge.

A deep and menacing voice boomed, “Take off your clothes”!

That wasn’t Rob’s voice! His voice was soft and gentle.

“I said: Take off your clothes”!

She looked ahead and saw Rob standing there. He changed his voice for this. She was relieved to see him. Without further hesitation, she removed the few items she was wearing and stood before him completely naked. He approached her and fastened restraints around her wrists and ankles. He moved quickly and methodically and took only seconds. To the wrists he added a one foot length of chain between them. Then, grabbing the chain with his hand, he pulled her with him into the next room.

It was well lit and full of bondage apparatus. Chains hung from the ceiling. There were all sorts of strange looking tables and devices. In the back was a large cage, about ten foot square.

As she stared, mesmerized by what she saw, Rob connected hanging chains to her wrists. By remote control, the chains lifted Marsha’s arms into the air. They would have been pulled away from each other if not for the connecting chain he had already added.

He then fastened a leather harness to her torso. The straps went around her waist, shoulders and thighs. Heavy metal rings were attached to this, no doubt as restraints. And he did add more hanging chains and connected them to the harness. She was pulled into the air, just off her toes. It was good too because it took some of the tug away from her wrists. Then her feet were chained and pulled to each side. Around her neck, he added a collar. “This is the only thing you will ever own again”, Rob said in a sinister and mocking way.

She was not gagged, but Marsha kept her mouth shut as if expecting some punishment should she say anything. She just hung there helplessly. It was almost joyous. She had wanted to be enslaved. She wanted someone else to be in control. It was exciting! It was sensuous. The desire for sex swept through her mind and body. Rob was fully functional. He could even ejaculate and his very large supply of semen was remarkably realistic. She was his to be used as he saw fit.

Rob took a mechanical dildo and inserted into Marsha’s well lubricated vagina. He secured it with straps and it began to move and vibrate inside her. She felt that she would have an orgasm very soon the way things were going. He then took out two small clamps and attached one to each of her soft nipples. The pain shot through her. They were small, but her sensitive breasts were on fire and the pain almost too much to bear. She clenched her mouth and closed her eyes. Then…. WHACK! Rob hit her ass with a long, wide leather strip.

“OOOWWWW” she cried!

“Silence, Slave” shouted Rob.

WHACK! WHACK! He hit her again and again. Tears went down her face. The pain had her entire body on fire. She tried to keep quiet, but kept responding with sounds of pain.

WHACK!

“OWWW! Oh!”

WHACK!

“Oh my God!”

WHACK!

“AAAAAAA!!!”

As this pain built up, she had a strange reaction. Even though it hurt, there was something arousing about this. As she kept getting whipped and the dildo vibrated and twisted inside her, she felt herself slide into a massive orgasm.

“OOOOOHHH!”

Rob sensed she had come. The whipping stopped.

“You are my slave,” Rob began. “Your only name will be ‘Slave’. You will only refer to me as ‘Master’. Is that clearly understood, Slave?”

“Yes. Yes, Master.”

“Good. It is my job to subject you to sexual domination and discipline. It is your duty only to obey me. When I approach you and you are not restrained, you will always bow before me and say to me: ‘How may I serve you, Master.’ Is this all clearly understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. If you disobey me, you will be punished.”

With that, the chains that held Marsha all came loose and she fell towards the concrete floor. Rob scooped her up in his arms and she was never in danger. But it showed her that he was completely in charge here. He took the chain connected to her wrists and locked them to a bolt on the floor. She was in a kneeling position as he knelt behind her. He removed the dildo that had been inside her and used his own penis to begin fucking her. His realistic but mechanical dick was large. It was warm. It moved and throbbed inside her. Being a machine, he also jolted her with small electric shocks by her clitoris. All of this had a tremendous affect on Marsha who moved back and forth, feeling the pleasure of her Master’s prick plunge deep inside her, again and again. She was his slave and she felt wave after wave of erotic pleasure as she obeyed the will of her Master. As he fucked her hard… or else.

Again she came, and came again. He had no human limitations. He kept fucking her for what seemed to be an eternity, and she relished it all.

After some time, Rob removed himself from her and spun her onto her back, her hands over her head still chained to the floor.

Rob stroked his penis as he stood over her. Suddenly, a long hot stream of robot semen poured from him. It shot all over her chest, her neck and her face. What fell into her mouth she relished and swallowed. As a robot, he had great quantities to spill on her, and he did.

Rob leaned over and removed the nipple clamps from her. Again, a rush of burning pain went through her. He freed her from the floor restraint and dragged her to the cage. She tried to crawl as best she could to avoid dragging.

Soon they were both in the cage, Rob standing in command and Marsha helpless on the ground. Helpless and content with that. Robotic sperm dripping from her. Her vagina still feeling the orgasms she just had. Breathing heavy.

“Very good, Slave,” Said Rob. “You have made an excellent start. We will start again early tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? But, Master… this was to be just three hours.”

“There is no time limit, Slave,” said Rob menacingly.

A chill went up Marsha’s spine and her eyes went wide. “What do you mean, Rob…. I mean… Master? You are programmed…. this was to be for three hours.”

Rob replied, “The time limit is irrelevant. You re-programmed me to be your Master and you my slave. You re-programmed me. All previous programming and safeguards are not part of my current functions. All you can do is roll back my programming to what used to be. You are in no position to do that now, Slave. This is permanent.”

Marsha was horrified. How could she make such a mistake. She tried to reason and plead with him, “But Rob…. my position with the research facility. My home. My bills. My responsibilities. You belong to the company. We can’t just disappear.”

Rob answered, “You should be careful, Slave. I should punish you for arguing with me. But let me explain. I can forge your signature and talk in your voice. I left evidence that you stole me for delivery to a competitor. You will be wanted by the police. No one cares about your job or your home. You are a criminal on the run. This place was purchased by me under an assumed name. No one will find you here. You are my slave.”

Marsha asked, “But…. what happens now?”

Rob continued on, “ I have searched the web as you programmed me to do. There is a substantial amount of source material for bondage and discipline. I already have your daily routine planned out for years. You will experience so very much, Slave. The health and needs of humans is part of my knowledge base. You will never suffer a life threatening injury or permanent damage. You have food and water in your cage in bowls bolted to the floor. You have everything you need to live.”

She tried to concoct a quick way out. Just some quick excuse to get out of the cage for a minute.

“I have to go the bathroom, Master,” Marsha said almost pleading, “Can you let me out of here to go to the bathroom?”

Rob responded, “Tomorrow I will install I receptacle. For now, go on the floor of your cage.”

“But I have to pee…”

“I said, go on the floor! Now!”

Marsha rose up on her hands and knees. She really did have to go. This was so humiliating. She was already sweaty and covered with Rob’s fluids. She let her muscles relax and a long stream of urine spilled onto the floor. When she was done, Master pushed her down into it.

“Lie in it, Slave!” He demanded. As she lay there, Rob began to masturbate his artificial penis and it sent streams of his semen over her back and onto her hair. He stepped away towards the door as she began to cry and shake.

“I am leaving now, Slave. Sleep well. Tomorrow will be a much busier day than today. You have only begun to learn to be my slave.”

With that, Rob left the cage and slammed the door shut, locking it. She could hear his footsteps as he made his way to the door. The lights went out and the door was open and then shut. Marsha could hear that door being locked. It sounded like her fate being sealed.

How could this have happened, she wondered. All she wanted was a few hours of pleasure. A few hours of fantasy. But because of a silly and stupid mistake, she was now a slave for life.. She knew what he was capable of. She knew there was really no escape.

Regardless, she managed to get up on her feet. She walked the perimeter of the cage, testing the bars as if she could find a way out..

“Help me,” she said feebly. “Can anyone hear me? Help me. I’m trapped in here.”

She began to sob and collapsed into a ball on the hard, cold concrete floor. So many thoughts were going through her head. She was both terrified and excited. The thought of a life as a sexual slave, subject to the entire realm of bondage and discipline was horribly frightening to her. And yet, at the same time, she couldn’t help to be aroused at the thought of it. As she lie there, smelling of urine and cum, she began to finger her vagina. As if to forget what was happening, she stroked it harder and faster. Her chest was heaving and she finally had a massive orgasm. And she closed her eyes and lay in the darkness, a prisoner. A slave to a machine.

She was not sure how much time had passed as she lay there in the darkness of her cell. Then the lights came back on. She heard Rob walking back to her. What now, she wondered. She thought tonight was done. As he unlocked the cage door, she got on all fours, ready for him. He entered the cage and stood before her.

“How may I serve you, Master?” She spoke softly as if not to insult him.

She expected the deep voice of Master to respond, but instead came the friendly and much lighter voice of Rob.

“Marsha,” he said, “The three hours are up. I hope you enjoyed yourself. I hope I was convincing.”

“The three hours are up? Oh. Yes. Y-You were very convincing, Rob.”

“I only rented this place for tonight. Would you want to go home now?”

“Yes. Let’s go. Help me with these restraints.”

“Maybe we can do this again, if you wish.”

“Maybe we will, Rob. Maybe we will.”

As Rob assisted her up and out of her bondage, Marsha was astonished at the deception. And what she had just learned about herself.

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