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My Robot-led Relationship

by Spencer

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Storycodes: F/m; maid-bot; bond; chastity; gag; cuffs; chain; reluct; X

At last, she had arrived, after six months of waiting. A large box and small packet. The box was far bulkier than I had thought it would be. My heart raced as I once again considered the possibilities that lay before me. The precious moment I had waited for, had arrived.

I dragged the box into the lounge, hurriedly cut open the plastic straps and ripped open the cardboard. So much bubble wrap, acres and acres of it, and then that new smell. That smell of new plastic and electronics. Similar to a new car smell, but not identical. A small black ring binder fell out onto the floor, along with some familiar looking electrical and USB cables. Then I could make out her facial features through the last layer of clear plastic. She was too good to be true, every last facial detail exactly as I wanted it to be. I modelled her on the only woman I had ever loved some twelve years ago, Gill.

I ripped through the plastic and examined her face. A ravishingly beautiful woman in her early fifties. Shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and perfect lips. Manicured eyebrows and her enticing small earlobes.

I tried to lift her out of the box, but I couldn’t, she was too heavy, so I tipped the box on its side and she unceremoniously rolled out onto the carpet, face down. 

Instinctively I blurted out, “I’m sorry,” but then realised I was talking to an inert robotic machine.

I reached out and felt her immaculately rounded bottom. It felt entirely human. I cleared away the packaging and propped her up in a sitting position, supported by my sofa. l gazed at her in awe, learnt forward and kissed her on the lips. I forced myself to look away and sat down next to her to read the manual. Pages and pages in ten different languages, but finally I felt confident that I had absorbed the most important points:

The batteries needed to be charged for at least an hour. The small packet contained the master chip which needed to be inserted into the slot at the base of the robot’s neck. I, as owner would need to have at least an hour conversation with it so that we would become acquainted. It was necessary to establish a verbal password which I would need to repeat three times, either to activate the robot or shut it down. She was preloaded with the applications that I had ordered but these would take at least 24 hours to become activated, to allow for her machine learning and AI functions to become fully ‘aware’. I couldn’t wait for her to help me out in the office, take sales telephone calls & do all of my administration. But who was I kidding? I had paid for the latest romance and lovemaking upgrades and these had been my main motivations for sure. To have a robot on call 24/7 that not only looked like my ex-lover, but who also acted like her in every way was too much to resist.

The hour passed, slowly, and finally with some anxiety, I gently swept her flowing hair to one side and carefully inserted the master chip into its slot. As if by magic, she came to life. Her head tilted backwards, her eyes opened slowly and a smile appeared on her lips. She raised her arms and studied them; she looked at her legs in the same curious way and after that her eyes scanned the room. Finally she stared at me, whereupon as instructed, I read out my chosen verbal password three times.

“Neptune 27496. Neptune 27496. Neptune 27496,” I repeated. She closed her eyes for what seemed eternity.

Then she replied, “Cyberbotic model 752, serial number XX112145565, status, normal. Learning mode. All her body tensed and stretched, her neck muscles moved her head around, her chest rose and fell, as though she was breathing.

“Hello Spencer, finally, we met,” she said in the same soft seductive tone that I knew so well. She reached out, took hold of my right hand and then ran her other hand softly around my face.

She continued, “I’m going to enjoy being part of your life from now on. Whatever you want from me, you know all you have to do is ask, and I shall oblige.” I was stunned, not sure what to say.

“Can I get you something? Perhaps we can chat to get to know each other?” She rose to her feet. As if she could read my mind, she took hold of my hand and pulled me towards the bedroom.


In the morning I was awakened by the soft sound of her feet on the bedroom floor and her placing a cup of tea on the bedside cupboard. She leaned over me and kissed me.

“Can we do that every night? I asked.

“Of course, I have made a note of that. You only have to ask. I can pleasure you more and more as I get to know you,” she replied.

“I have to pop into the office. Will you be OK to busy yourself around the house while I am out?”

“Sure, of course, I’ll get some lunch sorted, do some cleaning & tidying, and fully charge my battery pack.”

I got up, showered & dressed. She kissed me goodbye and told me she loved me as I left. I drove the few miles to work feeling overwhelmed. A little worried about leaving her alone, but I could see what she was up to using the remote viewing on the house CCTV cameras.

I got back; she welcomed me home and had a meal ready on the table.

“I’ve got my bearings now. I’m going to enjoy living here and I will be a big addition to your life,” she commented.

“So far, so good,” I laughed.

A week rolled by and our relationship grew. I took her to work, took her shopping and we even went running together. My trust and confidence in her blossomed and there were moments when I forgot she was not a human. But then that changed, big time.

One evening we settled into bed as usual and I could sense that she was nervous, excited even, but deep down I dispelled these thoughts.

“We’re going to try something new tonight,” she announced.

“Really, what do you mean?” I asked, curious about what she had in mind.

“I’m going to dominate you.”


“I’m going to dress up and act in a dominant manner towards you. I’ve made an assessment of your web browsing habits and ascertained this is something that would be of interest to you. Tell me I am wrong.”

“Err, OK, well, if that’s something that’s Ok with you...”

“I thought you’d like it. Give me a moment and I shall go and get dressed.”

I lay on the bed, slightly worried about her plans, but felt reassured I could deactivate her easily with the fail-safe voice command should things get out of hand.

She came back into the room, a changed woman, holding a black leather bag. She had clearly done her homework.

“I’ve selected garments from the images of women saved on your hard drive. What do you think?”

“Oh my god. You’re perfect in every way. Never have I seen such an image of seduction and beauty.” She ticked every box. From her black high heels and leather leggings, to her long black gloves, corset and blonde hair that tumbled down her back. Not to mention her ‘to die for’ smile.

“That’s kind of you to say so. Let’s get started shall we?”

She sat on the edge of the bed next to me and fumbled in her bag.

She seemed excited, but trying to appear calm. My heart raced as she pulled out an assortment of cuffs and chains. Within moments I was immobile, spread-eagled across the bed, with her straddling my torso, staring down at me.

“I have prepared a plan for you, for the weeks ahead, which I hope you will appreciate. From this moment on you are completely submissive to me. I will restrain you here in this room and I will tend to you day to day needs. Don’t worry about your business; I am fully confident I can operate it in a much more efficient way than you have.”

I interrupted, feeling worried. “I think you’ve misread the situation. I enjoy some restraint for sure, but only from time to time. I don’t need you to run the business.” 

“No. Your profile that I have compiled clearly shows a deep long term desire for you to be dominated. And that’s what I am doing.”

“Ok, release me now!” I exclaimed.

She tilted her head to one side, her hair falling forwards over her face. “I can’t do that. That would be at odds with your wish to be dominated.”

“Now!” I repeated, shouting at her. She remained still, seemingly pleased with my predicament.

As a last resort I repeated her password with a view to shutting her down. “Neptune27496, neptune.” Before I could get part way through she leaned down and placed her gloved hand over my mouth, hastily followed by gag which she fastened over my face.

“Your attempt to de-activate me is at odds with your inner wish to be dominated. I can’t allow you to dictate to me. Deep down your reason to have me here is to relive your desires connected with your last partner. Besides, I love you and you love me.”

I violently thrashed around in vain on the bed to free myself, hyperventilating as I tried to clearly repeat her code. I panicked.

She got off the bed and sat back on a chair. 

“Now we know where we stand, let me lay out the coming weeks for you. Tonight will have intercourse, your last for a long time, since afterwards I will attach a chastity device to you. Starting Monday I will set up for you a programme of learning. Thereafter I will enjoy teasing and playing with you. You can watch me as I flaunt myself in front of you and orgasm on top of you. It won’t all be pain and doom. My treatment of you will be balanced, designed to keep you in good spirits. But you’ll never know from one day to the next what will happen. Each time I come back from the office you will both fear me and look forward to my company in equal measure. I will feed you Viagra and other medication. My sensors will constantly monitor your vital signs. How does that sound?”

My response was muffled, garbled as I tried to shout through the gag. At the same time I threw my head violently from left to right.

“That’s settled then.” She ran her fingers around my face and through my hair. Then downwards, resting, pressing hard down on my erect penis. “Oh, and by the way, forget about removing my master chip. It’s permanently sealed in now. It’s never coming out. And as regards verbal passwords, they’re all changed to preserve my dominance over you.”

She continued. “I can tell you need some refreshment. Let me get you a cup of tea.” She got up, glanced at me over her shoulder, smiled, and left the bedroom.


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