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Master mode activated
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“Let’s start with some of the basics,” Master said, standing Princess on her feet.
Master couldn’t help but stare at every inch of her curvaceous body. Everything about her was so beautiful.Porcelain skin.Striking features. Trusting eyes.Although she exhumed innocence, there was a hint of strength and determination. Maybe, just maybe she would have the capacity to love him back someday.Get it together, man—he thought— she’s just a robot.No matter how many times he told himself that, there was still a longing in his heart.
“Yes, Master,” she nodded.
“Alright, baby girl, unclench your jaw,” he said. She gave him a questioning glance as her computer processed what he was saying.
“What is the purpose of this exercise, Master?”
“To get you to relax. There’s nothing worse than walking around with a bunch of tension all over your body.”
He didn’t know why he was saying it. Robots didn’t hold tension in their bodies. They weren’t made for emotional consequences like humans, but he hoped she would eventually express her wants and needs. Fulfillingherdesires would be his ultimate reward.
“Good girl,” he replied, then took each of her wrists in a loose grasp. “Let’s practice your stretches.”
“All right,” she said with a sassy smile.
Intertwining his fingers with hers, Master showed her how to stretch her arms over her head. He could almost swear he felt her hot breath on his skin, but that was impossible.
“Stretch your arms as high as they can go and focus on your breath. Inhale healing, and exhale all your negative energy,” he said, not sure if he was saying it to himself, or to the robot.
“Yes, sir,” she said, letting out a heavy breath.
Her responses were in perfect working order. Sure, he wanted to fuck and spank her, but their love wouldn’t be true and honest without the final test. So, he created a virus that would do one of two things. If Princess never showed true emotion separate from her programming, then she would be shut down immediately; however, if there was a certain glow to her aura, she would live indefinitely.Whatever the hell that meant.All he knew is that he’d never be satisfied until he pleased her properly.
“Good girl, now imagine you’re standing on a grassy hill underneath the clear blue sky. The temperature is perfect. The sun warms your cheek, and the breeze brings you soothing breaths of fresh air. This is your peaceful place. This is where you go when things get too overwhelming.”
The corners of her lips curled into a smile. “Oh, Master. It’s so nice here on the grassy hill.”
“You’ll do your stretches twice a day. Once in the morning, and once in the evening. Got it?”
“Yes, Master,” she smiled.
Oddly, she did look more relaxed. It surprised Master because he’d never seen it before. He’d tried and failed many times to create her, and now that she was there—beautiful, delicate, and indistinguishable from a real human woman.
“Alright now, Princess. It’s time to do the dishes. Normally I do them, but I want to teach you anyway.”
“Yes, Master,” she nodded.
He gave her a swat on the bottom and said, “Move it, sweet cheeks.”
Princess pursed her lips, squealed, then said, “Fuck, I like it when you do that.”
The reaction caught him off guard. Could it be that she was developing her own personality? Master wasn’t that optimistic. He simply chalked it up to the sitcoms that he made her watch. Every moment she grew smarter, observing human body language, gestures, and mannerisms. And each day, she would seem less and less robot-like. Sure, he was a genius, but if it worked this time, he’d have the perfect female companion.
“Here’s the scrubber,” he said, pressing his big chest against her, then shoving it in her hand. His cock pressed against her ass, causing her to jump with excitement.
“All right, already!” she exclaimed in a Brooklyn accent.
Cheesy, yet adorable. Her dramatic expressions both satisfied and melted him. Now that master mode had been activated, he wasn’t shy about trying his luck. He had created her to be a perfect synthetic partner, and he was getting so damn hard.
“You smell so fucking good,” he said, burying his nose into her neck.
