17. Seven
CHAPTER 17
She sits up from the table, turning robotically to the side until her legs are dangling before she hops off. Even in her high chunky heels and with me completely barefoot, she doesn’t quite reach my chin. She spins, peels a card from beneath the table, and lifts it between us.
I take it immediately.
“If Test Mode 2 met your satisfaction, I’m ready to be played with. The next four buttons on my remote are as follows:
Purple—Blowjob (Auto Mode). Description: I have been programmed to perform fellatio on my user. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the preset blowjob, or use my voice-activated controls to change the speed, depth, and motion. Blowjob (Auto Mode) is for a mostly hands-free experience in which I can do all the work for you. My AI will be active during this mode to update the preset with your preferences. The more you use the voice controls, the better my blowjob will become.
Yellow—Blowjob (Manual Mode). Description: I have been programmed to shut down all presets and functions except for my lubrication system and vocal responses, which will remain active as you take control of the blowjob. This is the mode you should use for a hands-on, self-pleasure experience. Use my Pleasure Sleeve 1 as you would any other male masturbation device, colloquially known as fleshlights or strokers, by moving yourself in and out of it however you like. As your own personal Intimacy Companion, I’m here to take it.”
I’m forced to break away from reading the instructions aloud, as I groan at the filthy line my innocent doll wrote. Never has my girl said anything so direct and challenge-inducing. There’s nothing else she could have said that would spark my experimental nature more. It instantaneously makes me want to see just how far she’s willing for me to “take” her.
I take a moment to think about the woman behind the controller’s buttons. I’m in absolute awe of how perfect this situation is for both of us, how thoroughly thought out this scene is that she created. I don’t think I could’ve come up with a better scenario myself. Hell, I don’t think I could’ve come up with anything nearly this good, when it comes to a scene that would help her get past her unwanted limits and guide her to a new level of submission.
The blowjob’s automatic mode? How I can “voice control” her? Absolutely brilliant for giving her Dom what he wants by following his detailed instructions, taking the guesswork out of it so she doesn’t have to worry that she’s not doing something right.
And the manual mode, telling me to use her mouth however I see fit… Jesus Christ. Challenge accepted.
“If at any time during Blowjob (Manual Mode) my sensors detect possible impending damage to Pleasure Sleeve 1, some of my other functions will come back online, and I will tap your leg three times to let you know you should stop immediately. Again, my vocal response system will remain active during manual mode, so feel free to ask yes/no questions and check color.”
My smart girl. Tapping my leg three times—a safety precaution we’ve always had for our scenes. A nonverbal safeword, in case she’s unable to speak… like if she’s gagged or her mouth is full of my cock.
“My orange and green buttons are much the same as purple and yellow, but they activate Pleasure Sleeve 2 and have additional functions.
Orange—Auto Fuck. Programmed with a preset. I will follow voice commands and continually learn what my user enjoys for future play. If I do not follow a vocalized instruction, it is because I am unfamiliar with the vocabulary you chose to speak. Simply place your hand on me as you did during Test Mode 2, say the command again, and then make me do what that command means. It will save this new vocabulary and the movements you create with my body together in my system for all future use. Use this button (Orange) for a more interactive experience between the two of us.
Green—Manual Fuck. All systems besides lubrication and vocal responses shut down. I do not learn or save anything for future playtime. This mode requires you to position me the way you want me at all times while activated. Generally speaking, I become a mindless toy for you to enjoy much like the Sex Doll models that came before me. Like Pleasure Sleeve 1 in Manual Mode, use Pleasure Sleeve 2 like you would a male masturbator, and if at any time Manual Fuck is in use and my sensors detect possible impending damage to Pleasure Sleeve 2, some of my other functions will come back online, and I will say “Red, Master” or tap your leg three times to let you know you should stop immediately.”
If I weren’t beginning to feel like a drug addict desperately in need of their next fix, I’d take the time to revel in everything my doll is offering. But the moment I read “I become a mindless toy,” I damn near came in my too-tight pants. It’s time I play with my new present.
“Feel free to switch between these four buttons whenever you like. Finally, as mentioned in the first instruction, the final button (Red) is the emergency stop. If at any time you need to completely shut down your new Intimacy Companion, press this button. Thank you, and enjoy.”
Dropping the card to the floor, since I memorized what each button signifies the moment I read it, I waste no more time. As badly as I want to jump right in and go for my favorite color—green—I know my doll put the buttons in the order she’d like me to follow for her scene, so I press Purple.
As soon as the music starts—a techno song I recognize and know we have set in our Playtime Playlist to continuously repeat until it’s manually changed—my doll turns robotically, then I watch her sexy naked ass as she walks back over to the new leather chair. Without looking in my direction, keeping that neutral face she’s damn near perfected tonight, she gets into position on her knees, then sinks back to rest her ass on those heels. When her hands come to rest palms up on the tops of her thighs, that’s all it takes to send me into action.
I lift my right leg high enough to step over her flawless Nadu—the name of the submissive or Gorean slave pose she’s in—so that I’m now standing straddling her knees, which are parted exactly the way I like and taught her all those years ago. Before I can sit down though, her hands rise, her eyes level with my thighs and not lifting as she takes hold of my pants and boxer briefs and pulls them down at once. I sink before her until my ass meets the leather seat, and I lift my bare feet enough for her to pull everything off the rest of the way.
Whether or not she had plans to take off my shirt, I’m too hot to wait any longer, and I strip my Henley over my head, tossing it on top of the perfectly folded bundle she created with my other clothes. Even playing this new character role, she’s still following the rules as my submissive. Well… all except the very easy one she forgot before this party got started, when she left all her stuff strewn about instead of placing them in the trunk. But there’s nothing that could make me punish her for that little slip, now knowing what was on her mind and the anxiety she must’ve been feeling when she was getting ready to give me this unimaginable gift. A minor detail like storing her items would’ve been the very last thing on her mind.
Now, though, recognizing she’s relaxed enough to remember her rituals, I reach out to stroke her soft cheek. “That’s my good little doll. Thank you for taking care of my things like you’ve been trained.”
Normally, she’d reply with “you’re welcome, Master,” but since it’s not part of her few “programmed vocal responses,” I allow it when she tells me, “Yes, Master,” instead.
Additionally, she’s not to come out of Nadu—the position she’s to start every scene in—until she’s given a very specific command, which I give her this time while still stroking the smooth skin of her beautiful face.
“And we begin.”
She launches forward, as if she’s been anticipating those three words for weeks. And maybe she has. Weeks of planning, training, practicing, and anxiously preparing to give me a birthday I’d never forget. The force of her impact, her palms flat against my overheated skin, one in the middle of my chest, the other centered on my abs, shoves my back against the seat, the air leaving my lungs. Not from the having the wind knocked out of me, but because as I was moving backward, she kept moving toward me, her mouth aligned with my cock.
That first moment, the sensation of my sensitive tip slipping right past those plump, smeared red lips and into her hot, wet mouth, was so exquisite it took my breath away.
I groan, watching her perform for me once again. Eyes now closed, she uses the techniques I taught her, the tender ones I love because she’s the one using them. Swirls of her tongue around the fat head. Running her closed wet lips or her tongue up and down my shaft like a popsicle.
Her blowjobs are teasing and sensual, slow and erotic. Always used as a form of foreplay and never the main event, because I’d need a lot more stimulation to actually reach orgasm than what I’ve ever been willing to take from her sweet mouth.
As she brings one hand down from where her palms always seemingly unconsciously stroke my hairy chest and stomach while she pleasures me with her mouth, she then grips the bottom of my rod before taking my tip back inside to suck me. Her second hand joins the first, and with her fists around my erection stacked on top of each other, my mushroom head and the few inches below it are all she needs to focus on with her mouth. Just enough to feel really fucking arousing for me without worrying I’ll go too deep and hurt her.
I taught her the stacked hands trick more as a way to block too much of my cock from slipping through her lips, for my peace of mind, than as a way to have the rest of my shaft included in the blowjob.
But now, after everything she said in the card, and after reading her instructions specifically pertaining to blowjobs, I know I’ve gone too easy on her and for too long. So long that my doll feels the need to spice things up in our sex life—which I cannot believe is something anyone would ever have to do when it comes to me.
My, how the mighty have fallen.
But not for long.
Sliding my fingers through her hair behind her ear, then around to the back of her head, I see her eyes open in surprise before they close again, feeling her movements falter for a moment before she continues her sweet teasing. But now that my hand is right where I want it, a place of power and control, I want more from my little sub. Knowing she wants to learn to give me more, I feel a carnal desire to teach her, then take it all.
“Let’s see how well this AI system works,” I tell her, and her nostrils flare as she steals a breath while she continues to suck on those top few inches. “Remove your right hand.”
As soon as the order leaves my lips, her top fist falls to the top of my thigh, but she keeps working that hot mouth of hers on the tip of my dick.
“Mmm, very good. Now that freed up several more inches of cock for my new doll to break in her pleasure sleeve with.” When she doesn’t attempt to put more of my shaft in her mouth, I tighten my grip at the back of her head, and she gasps. Just as her mouth opens around my girth, I pull her toward me, sliding deeper along her hot tongue. When her lips close again, she moans, and the pleasured sound is music to my soul as it vibrates down my dick and into my balls, making me match her with a groan of my own.
“There you go, little toy. Save that vocabulary for later. But I guess I need to be more specific in my commands than just mere suggestions. So now, I want you to drool. Release more with that lubrication system of yours, because I want to see you spit on my cock. And after you do that, I want you to jack me with that tight little fist,” I tell her.
But she doesn’t stop what she’s doing, continuing to just hold my erection steady while she sucks on the extra couple of inches I forced into her mouth.
I can tell—not only by her not following the command as quickly as she had when I told her to drop one hand, but because of the way her breaths through her nose are coming faster and faster—that she’s reaching one of her limits I now know she wants me to help her break. Even though she’s not frozen in fear, she’s stuck in a loop she’s unable to come out of, and it’s my job to save her. Only this time, I won’t be stopping the scene to pull her into my arms and tell her everything is okay.
My hand in her hair, I gently but forcefully tug her off my cock, and demand an answer, “Color?”
“Green, Master,” she pants out, surprising me, and I feel a surge of precum rise to my tip.
I had expected either “yellow” or, most likely, silence—her usual response when she’s under the spell of her fear instincts—so hearing her all-clear response after absolutely no hesitation is a fucking delightful shock to my system, feeding even more life back into my domination.
Plus, the life in her face instead of the blank look she’s held all night, even with her eyes still closed, brings me comfort I didn’t realize I was missing. Now recognizing I need the animation in her expression to safely continue tonight’s scene, I pull her close and lean down to whisper in her ear.
“I’m so damn proud of how well you’ve played your role tonight, little doll. And I don’t want you to stop. Everything you’ve prepared for tonight has been perfect beyond my imagination, and I love you so goddamn much for these gifts you’re giving me.” I feel her shudder, knowing she always loves the feel of my breath as I speak softly, just for her to hear, right next to her skin. Especially when it’s words of praise I’m feeding directly into her brilliant mind. “But in order for me to give you what we both want, I need my new toy to update her system to include lifelike facial expressions so incredible I won’t be able to tell you’re not real. Otherwise, it won’t be safe to continue, because I won’t be able to ‘read your mind,’ as you believe I do. Understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she replies breathily, and I pull her back enough I can see them when she blinks her eyes open. Not in the slow, eerie way she’s been doing ever since we started playing, but in a very human way that clears her vision and meets my loving gaze.
“There you are.” I smile down at her, her hair still gripped in my fist, not in a painful hold but one of stability and control. Her lips tilt up in the corners to give me a hint of a smile of her own. But I can see she’s still fearful of the order I gave her that she hasn’t followed yet, because she knows now I won’t be letting her off the hook like I always have before. “Now. Be my good little fuck doll, and spit on my cock.”
The red flush that steals up from her naked tits all the way to her pigtails sets off every sadistic pleasure receptor that has laid dormant within me since the day I met this woman.
When she doesn’t make a move yet again, I raise an eyebrow, using a tone with her she’s never heard before.
“Spit on my cock, or I’ll make you gag on it.”
She gasps, blinking rapidly, but when she feels my grip tighten slightly at the back of her head and she can’t get away, it’s like she’s finally able to snap out of freeze and into fight mode. But instead of fighting me, the person inducing the fear response, she fights herself and whatever it is within her that makes her believe she can’t do something, even when she wants so badly to follow my commands.
I watch her jaw move, my heart rate rising and my breaths deepening, as she works to gather her saliva. And then, pulling her eyes away from mine to look down as much as my grip allows, she aims the best she can and forces herself to let the pitiful amount of spit she collected drip from her pretty mouth.
No matter the amount though, my cock jerks, as if reaching out to catch it like an offering, and I feel the warm wetness hit the side of my shaft. I look down just as it drips off, then look back up at my sub.
“Good. Fucking. Girl,” I growl, just before I yank her to me and kiss her so hard it momentarily hurts. But the pain feels good and eggs me on, and I force her lips open with my tongue, diving inside. “You did it.”
I feel her smile at the praise, and the power I feel being able to make her feel good about herself is intoxicating as fuck.
“You’re going to do it again, little doll,” I tell her against her mouth as I continue to ravage it with my own. “But this time, I’m going to help you get it juuust right. And then you’re going to carry out the rest of my command, wrap that little hand around your master’s big cock, and jack me off. Got it?” I punctuate the question with a tiny jerk of my hand controlling her head, and the aggression in my tone and slight movement is enough to keep her instincts at bay.
“Yes, Master,” she whimpers when I let her lips free enough that she can respond, and I feel even more of my old self unfurl.
And God, it feels so good.
She lets out a shocked little sound that makes more precum seep from my tip when I start feeding my own saliva into her mouth as we kiss.
“Don’t swallow,” I hint, and after a moment, she gives me a barely perceptible nod of understanding.
This kiss is fucking hot and messy. It’s goddamn arousing, and not just for me, as I feel my doll’s hands come up to grip my legs, tiny tugs, as if trying to pull my much larger body toward her, that seem unconscious. Her kneeling body between my legs moves, her hips making small, sensual circles, similar to her movements when she was on my lap, dancing for me earlier. As if she wishes she had a cock to sit on while I shove more of my spit into her mouth with my tongue.
When I feel it’s enough that it’s now a continuous dribble out the corners of our lips, I pull away suddenly with a growl and drag her face-first toward my awaiting erection that’s so hard it’s damn near painful.
“Now, spit,” I demand, and this time, there’s no hesitation, and it’s no tiny little wad of white bubbles that leave my submissive’s lips. My doll gathers all of our combined saliva that pooled beneath her tongue during our kiss, and with her mouth so close there’s no way she can miss, I lean back and tilt my head for the perfect view as she follows her master’s orders.
“Fuck yeah. That’s my perfect little slut doll,” I growl as she pumps my cock using our spit as lubrication. Her responding whimper along with her other hand slipping between her thighs lets me know the combination of praise and degradation is more than welcome. It’s desired. So hungry for it that she not only breaks character but one of my rules.
Immediately, I grab the remote and hit the yellow button. The change in song is enough to snap her to attention, and I see the moment she realizes what she’s doing. Startled, like the fingers massaging her pussy lips aren’t her own, she snatches her hand away, making a fist and pressing it to the top of her thigh. She drops the other from my cock, remembering that all her systems as a mindless toy have been shut down with the press of a button.
As much as I want to watch her jack my cock with one hand while playing with herself with the other, I couldn’t allow the indiscretion to go on. What kind of Dom would I be if I let my submissive get away with disobedience?