Back with Robots

My hiatus lasted longer than I expected. At least two days. Maybe three, depending on how you count that last post. But I'm back. And we'll see how often I keep posting.

What will determine the speed? You will. Not financially (though that wouldn't hurt), but with requests. I have fulfilled requests for 50 people now. Some of them more than once. If you've requested before, and want to request again, please do. If you never have, and want to, please do. And how? How do you request? Either comment on a post, send me a note one Fetlife (bootlickersub) or an e-mail on yahoo (bootlickersub@yahoo.com). Whatever works for you.

Anyway... today's story:
Bring on the Robot Overlords

I, for one, would be happy to have the robots take over. I mean, for me, it wouldn't be all that much of a change. So what if the robots ruled everything and controlled everyone? Mine already does. My robot is my mistress, my owner, my lord and master. She controls me already. So it really wouldn't be that different, for me.

When I first ordered my robot, there was a questionnaire. They wanted me to choose what kind of personality I wanted, what I wanted the robot for, all that.

Now, at first, I was cautious. I didn't want people to see what a pervert I was. I didn't want them to know what kind of things I wanted. I had no idea who would see the things I wanted. So I opted for the in person interview. It meant I couldn't pick skin color, or hair or eye color, or anything like that. All I could choose was the basic white plastic with the soft pink high lights and the feminine body type. They assured me her exact measurements could be changed once she arrived, that she could adapt to whatever I liked. And they assured me that I could order specific clothing for her later, and she would arrive with only what they called the 'decency bandages.'

So I placed my order, and waited to have the conversation when she arrived.

First off, let me say that the decency bandages were anything but decent. If she had been human, she technically had everything covered, but it was in no way decent. More minimal.

I pressed the button to activate her, and her eyes opened. They were silver, flat mirrors. Her voice was vaguely female, but sounded more like a text-to-speech program than an actual voice. “Are you ready to begin?” she asked.

I pointed to a chair, and sat down across from her. “Nothing I say will go beyond this room, correct?”

“I am not connected to any database,” she said. “Information given to me is as secure as information on a computer that is not linked to a network.”

It was a weight off my shoulders, and the first step towards slavery.

We talked for a long time. She started simple. “What tasks would you have me handle?”

I made her explain options, but I didn't need to hear them all. I wanted her to keep me organized, and I wanted her for sexual uses. “Is that terrible?” The idea of forcing a robot to do something didn't sit well with me. Even without being human, they were intelligent. “I don't want to force you.”

She nodded, as if that affirmed something. “You will not force me to have sex,” she said. “Any sexual activity we have will be consensual.”

That made me smile. “But you will want to, right? I mean, you'll consent.”

She nodded again. Her voice was a bit more real when she spoke. Still feminine, but husky. Sexy. “Oh yes,” she said. “I enjoy sex. And I am completely faithful. Tell me what you want.”

I blushed.

She smiled. I didn't know she could do that. “Show me to your computer,” she said. There was command in her voice, just a bare edge of it. I wasn't sure whether or not I imagined it, but I jumped out of my chair as soon as she stood.

She nodded again. “Take me to your computer.” The tone was even more commanding, and I moved quickly to show it to her.

She sat down again in front of my computer and pointed to the floor next to her. “Sit there,” she said. Her voice was stronger, more powerful. Sexier.

I sat on the floor without really thinking about it. She nodded. Then she turned on the computer. Her hands flew across the keyboard, and she immediately found all the files that I had instinctively hidden. All the pornographic pictures, all the web sites I visited, all the stories I'd read, all the cyber sex logs that I didn't even know I had. She flew through them, screens flashing by so fast I could barely even tell what she was seeing. I had an idea, though, and it made me blush. She just watched things go by, nodding every few seconds.

When she stood up again and walked back to the other room, I noticed that she was a bit taller. I looked down and saw that her feet had changed a bit, developing a shape that looked like straps up her leg, and a heel lifting her leg up and giving her curves that human women have sought through history.

My eyes were locked on her feet, on her legs. I realized that they had transformed from a generic shape into a pair of the sexiest boots I had ever seen. Even the texture looked different. I knew deep down it was still plastic, but it didn't look plastic. It looked like leather. And, something told me, it would feel like leather, too. Maybe even taste like it.

She sat down in the chair I'd been in last time and pointed to the floor near her boot.

“These fantasies of yours,” she said. “How much experience do you have living them?”

I swallowed hard. “None,” I said. “Not really.”

She leaned down and looked at me. Her eyes weren't silver anymore. They were dark and haunting, commanding and with a little bit of mocking to them. “It will help if you tell me the truth,” she said. “And if you call me Mistress.”

“Is that your name?”

She gave me a light slap across the face. It didn't hurt, but I didn't see her move. The only way I knew it happened was the sting on my cheek and the slight tilt of her head.

“Is that your name, mistress?” I asked.

She nodded. “It is now,” she said. “I am Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress.”

She smiled, a cruel thing. There was joy in her eyes, and I wondered if that was a mistake. “Tell me the truth,” she said.

“I have licked boots before, Mistress.” I took a deep breath. “I have experienced some bondage, and some pain. But everything has been self inflicted. I've never had any of these experiences with other people. Not in real life.”

“And your fantasies reach farther than your actual desires.” It wasn't a question.

“Yes Mistress. I mean, I think so.”

She nodded. Then she leaned back and crossed one leg over the other. My eyes followed the bobbing foot.

“We will start slow,” she said. “I will learn your base line readings and the limits of your elevated readings. We will be careful. Until I have refined my programming, you will have a safe word. If you are ever unable to handle what is happening, you will speak the name of my manufacturer.”

“And after you've refined your programming Mistress?”

She gave me another cruel smile. “Then there will be no need for you to have even that much control,” she said. “I will know what you can and what you cannot handle.”

I swallowed again.

Then her smile changed. She put her feet down, and the boots melted away back to the normal shape she'd had before. She dropped out of the chair and knelt in front of me. “Don't worry,” she said. “You're going to be my slave, but I will take care of you. I will keep you happy. I will guide your life and everything in it, but I will do so for your benefit. Mistress knows best.”

I nodded.

“Say it.” Her voice was hard again.

“Mistress knows best.”

She kissed me, and her lips didn't feel like plastic. They were a little colder than I was used to, but warmer than I was expecting. “If you wish, I will take control of your finances and make sure they are used appropriately. I will use your money to purchase sex toys for us to use, and I will ensure all your bills are paid on time. I will invest the rest as I see fit. Are you satisfied to have your mistress control every aspect of your life?”

The question sent a wave of fear through my body, fear that was closely matched by a wave of excitement. “Yes Mistress,” I said.

She stood up again, and the boots were back. “Lay down,” she said. “On your stomach.”

As soon as I was flat, she stepped up onto me. I was afraid at how heavy she might be. She was a robot, after all. For all I knew, she could be a thousand pounds. Allowing her to walk on me was an expression of trust. I needed to know she wouldn't hurt me, not for real. That I didn't get one of the defective units.

But she wasn't actually that heavy. I could feel the pressure, and I could feel that she was heavier than she looked, but not by much. And she was able to spread that weight out however she wanted to. She focused it all on a single point, and I worried my ribs would crack. But less than a second later, the weight spread again, and that pain began to recede.

“We will go slowly,” she said. “Today we will establish the limits of your pain. You will use your safe word three times.”

“Why three times Mistress?”

“You must be confident that it will work,” she said. “So you will use it in different situations. The first time you will use it will be at a randomly determined point. I will stop, and you will assure me that you want me to continue. The second time will be when you are enjoying yourself and are about to orgasm. I will stop until you calm down, so that you learn that everything, including your endorphins, are under my control. The third time will be when I have inflicted so much pain that you do not feel you can continue.”

“Yes Mistress.”

She put one foot between my legs and kicked them apart, somehow keeping perfect balance with her other foot pressed into my back.

“I will learn your desires as we go,” she said. “And you will be my slave.”

“Will you have desires Mistress?”

“Oh yes,” she said. “And you will learn to fulfill them. Or I will punish you.”

“Yes Mistress.”

She stepped off me and used her foot to roll me onto my back. She looked down at me, and I watched her body start to shift, taking on the curves of a perfect woman. Part of my mind told me that she had figured out exactly what I liked from the pictures I had found most interesting. Most of my mind just thought that she was the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen in my entire life.

“We will begin in five seconds,” she said. “After that, you will be my slave. If you ever choose to change that, you will say 'I want to leave your servitude forever Mistress.' Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“Voice your consent,” she said.

“I understand and agree, Mistress.”

She nodded. “Good,” she said. Then she pressed her foot onto my crotch and began pressing down. She started to grind her foot into me, crushing my balls like a vice, and I started to wonder if she would pulverize them. I looked up at her, and she looked down at me coldly, but intensely. Watching every little movement. The pressure was intense, and it continued to build, but it did so steadily.

“I won't injure you, slave,” she said. “But this is going to hurt.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Like I said; the robots taking over won't bother me one bit.