The weeks following Emma’s unexpected encounter at Nick’s sexbot store were a whirlwind of emotions. The memory of her day on display, the tight outfit, the collar, and the unintended activation that led to her servicing the delivery guy haunted her dreams—both in a thrilling and unsettling way. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being utterly out of control, yet there was an undeniable allure to it, a pull that made her heart race. Her fantasies, once confined to the safety of her bedroom, now had a real-world anchor, and that anchor was Nick’s store.
Emma found herself standing outside the shop again, her summer dress fluttering lightly in the warm breeze. She hadn’t told Nick she was coming; she hadn’t even fully admitted to herself why she was here. But the empty display window beckoned, and the thought of being dressed up and put on show again sent a familiar tingle through her body. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door, the bell jingling softly as she stepped inside.
Nick was behind the counter, tinkering with a small circuit board, his brow furrowed in concentration. He looked up, and his face broke into that cheeky grin that always disarmed her. “Em! Back so soon? Miss me or the bots?” he teased, setting down his tools.
Emma blushed, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress. “Maybe a bit of both,” she admitted, her voice quieter than she intended. “I was… wondering if you needed a display model again.”
Nick’s grin faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of concern. “Emma, after last time… are you sure? I mean, I messed up. I should’ve kept a closer eye on things.”
She shook her head, stepping closer to the counter. “It wasn’t your fault, Nick. I… I actually kind of liked it. Well, parts of it.” Her face flushed deeper, and she looked away, unable to meet his eyes. “I want to try it again. Properly this time. No surprises.”
Nick studied her for a long moment, his expression softening. “You’re serious, aren’t you? Okay, but we’re setting some ground rules. No active collars unless you’re absolutely sure, and I’m keeping the store locked while we set you up. No delivery guys scanning anything they shouldn’t.”
Emma nodded, a nervous excitement bubbling inside her. “Deal. But… I want you to pick the outfit again. Something… bold. And I want to feel like one of your sexbots. Just for the display, though. No rentals, no sales.”
Nick chuckled, his grin returning. “Oh, I’ve got just the thing in mind. Come on, let’s get you ready, my little display bot.”
In the back room, the familiar hum of the dressing machine greeted Emma as she followed Nick. The empty storage pods lined the walls, and she couldn’t help but glance at them, her mind briefly wandering to the fantasy of being stored away, waiting for Nick to retrieve her. She shook the thought off, focusing on the task at hand.
“Alright, Em, you know the drill,” Nick said, gesturing to the machine. “Clothes off, step inside, and let the machine work its magic.”
Emma hesitated for only a moment before slipping off her dress and shoes, revealing once again that she wore nothing underneath. Nick’s eyes widened slightly, but he quickly busied himself with the machine’s controls, trying to maintain his professionalism. Emma smirked at his reaction, feeling a surge of confidence as she stepped into the machine’s chamber, her bare skin prickling in the cool air.
Nick tapped away at the control panel, his fingers moving with practiced ease. “I’ve been thinking about this since last time,” he admitted, glancing at her. “I’m programming something special. Tight, shiny, and guaranteed to turn heads. You ready?”
Emma nodded, her heart pounding. “Do it, Master Nick,” she teased, her voice playful but laced with anticipation.
The machine whirred to life, and Emma stood still as the scanner’s light passed over her body, mapping her measurements with precision. A soft hiss filled the chamber as the machine began its work, and Emma felt the first touch of material against her skin—smooth, slick, and impossibly tight. It was latex, she realized, as the machine began to fabricate the outfit directly onto her body. The material hugged her like a second skin, molding to every curve and contour. It started at her feet, creeping up her legs in a glossy black wave, encasing them in thigh-high boots that gleamed under the fluorescent lights.
The latex continued upward, forming a high-cut bodysuit that clung to her hips and accentuated her waist. The machine tugged and adjusted, ensuring a perfect fit, and Emma gasped as it tightened around her torso, squeezing her into an exaggerated hourglass shape. The neckline plunged daringly low, leaving little to the imagination, while the glossy surface reflected the light, making her look almost otherworldly. Her arms were encased in long, sleek gloves that matched the bodysuit, ending in delicate points over her fingers.
As the machine applied the final touches, a soft click sounded, and a lightweight harness was fitted around her shoulders and chest, adding a touch of futuristic flair to the ensemble. Emma felt the material settle against her skin, the latex cool at first but warming quickly to her body heat. The sensation was intoxicating—restrictive yet empowering, like she was both bound and invincible.
The machine’s final act was to style her hair, pulling her short locks into a sleek, high ponytail that complemented the outfit’s bold aesthetic. A light mist of makeup was applied—dark, smoky eyeshadow and glossy red lipstick that screamed seduction. When the machine finally powered down, Emma stepped out, her movements slow and deliberate, feeling every inch the sexbot she was meant to portray.
Nick’s jaw dropped as he took her in, his eyes roaming over the glossy latex that hugged her body. “Emma… damn. You look… unreal.”
She smirked, striking a playful pose. “Good enough to be your star display bot?”
“Better than good,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re going to stop traffic out there. Come on, let’s get you to the mirror.”
Emma followed him to the store’s full-length mirror, her boots clicking softly on the floor. When she saw her reflection, her breath caught. The latex outfit was scandalously tight, highlighting every curve of her body in a way that was both provocative and elegant. The harness added a touch of mechanical allure, and her made-up face looked like it belonged to a high-end pleasure model, not the shy robotics student she was. She felt a rush of excitement, her earlier nerves replaced by a thrill at the idea of being seen like this.
“Ready for the display?” Nick asked, holding up a sleek, metallic collar. Unlike the one from last time, this one was clearly a prop—no barcode, no active system. “I promise, this one’s just for show. No surprises.”
Emma nodded, her pulse quickening as she tilted her head to let him fasten it around her neck. The cool metal against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn’t help but imagine, just for a moment, what it would be like if it were active again. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating, but she pushed it aside. This was about the display, about living out her fantasy in a controlled, safe way.
Nick led her to the display stand in the window, the same chrome pole and rings from her last visit. She stepped onto the square base, positioning herself carefully as Nick adjusted the height of the bar between her legs. It pressed lightly against the latex, sending a jolt of sensation through her, and she bit her lip to suppress a smile. Nick secured the rings around her ankles, waist, and wrists, each one clicking into place with a satisfying sound. The collar was fastened to the pole, holding her head in a poised, upright position. She could move slightly, enough to shift her weight, but the restraints kept her firmly in place, enhancing the illusion of being a lifeless sexbot.
“There we go,” Nick said, stepping back to admire his work. “You’re perfect. Ready to be the star of the show?”
Emma gave a small nod, her voice limited by the collar. “Beep,” she said softly, mimicking a robotic tone, and Nick laughed.
“Alright, sexbot, let’s get this display spinning.” He activated the motor, and the stand began to rotate slowly, giving passersby a full view of Emma from every angle.
As the window display came to life, Emma felt a rush of adrenaline. The street outside was busier today, and she could already see people slowing down to gawk at the “new model” in the window. Some pointed and whispered, others lingered, their eyes tracing the glossy curves of her latex outfit. The attention was intoxicating, feeding into the fantasy she’d harbored for so long. She felt like an object, a piece of merchandise, yet there was power in it—a strange, thrilling power that came from being seen, desired, and untouchable.
Nick stayed nearby, keeping an eye on the store and the passersby, ready to intervene if anyone got too curious. He occasionally glanced at Emma, his expression a mix of admiration and something deeper, something that made her wonder if he was imagining her as more than just a display model. The thought sent a warm flush through her, amplified by the tight latex and the restraints holding her in place.
As the day went on, customers trickled into the store, drawn in by the striking figure in the window. Nick played his part perfectly, describing Emma as a “limited-edition prototype” not available for purchase or rental, which only seemed to make the customers more intrigued. Emma reveled in their reactions, the way their eyes widened or their voices hushed when they thought she was just another sexbot. It was exactly what she’d wanted—to feel like one of them, to embody the fantasy without losing herself completely.
By late afternoon, the crowd outside had grown, and Emma’s legs were starting to ache from standing in the same position for hours. But the discomfort only added to the experience, grounding her in the reality of her role. She caught Nick’s eye as he passed by, and he gave her a discreet thumbs-up, mouthing, “You okay?” She nodded slightly, her lips curling into a small smile.
When the sun began to set, Nick finally turned off the display’s motor and approached her. “You were amazing, Em,” he said, his voice low and warm. “Brought in more customers than I’ve seen in weeks. Ready to come down?”
Emma hesitated, savoring the last moments of being on display. “Maybe… just a few more minutes?” she murmured, her voice soft but teasing.
Nick raised an eyebrow, grinning. “You’re really getting into this, aren’t you? Alright, five more minutes, then it’s dinner time. I owe you, remember?”
As the stand resumed its slow rotation, Emma closed her eyes briefly, letting herself sink into the fantasy one last time. The latex clung to her skin, the collar held her in place, and the eyes of strangers watched her every move. She was a sexbot, a perfect, untouchable creation—and yet, she was still Emma, in control of her desires, living out her deepest fantasy on her own terms.
When Nick finally released her from the stand, her body tingled with a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. She caught his hand as he helped her down, their fingers lingering together for a moment longer than necessary. “So,” she said, her voice playful, “what’s next, Master Nick? Another display, or are you finally going to take me to dinner?”
Nick laughed, his eyes sparkling. “Dinner first, display bot. But don’t worry—I’ve got plenty of outfits in mind for next time.”
Emma’s heart skipped a beat at the promise of a “next time.” As they locked up the store and headed out into the evening, she couldn’t help but wonder how much further she’d let this fantasy take her—and how much closer it would bring her to Nick.
A week had passed since Emma’s exhilarating day as a display sexbot in Nick’s store window, clad in that scandalously tight latex outfit. The memory of it clung to her like the latex itself—vivid, restrictive, and thrilling. She’d spent the week replaying every moment: the glossy material hugging her curves, the metal rings holding her in place, the strangers’ gazes, and Nick’s lingering looks. Dinner with him afterward had been a tease of something more, but it was the fantasy of being a sexbot, not just displayed but fully immersed in the role, that kept pulling her back. Now, standing outside the store again, her summer dress felt like a flimsy disguise over the desires she could no longer ignore.
The bell jingled as she stepped inside, her heart racing with a mix of nerves and anticipation. Nick was at the counter, sorting through a box of spare parts, but he looked up immediately, his cheeky grin spreading across his face. “Em! Couldn’t stay away, could you?” he said, his tone playful but his eyes searching hers for intent.
Emma took a deep breath, her fingers twisting the hem of her dress. “Nick, I want to do it again. The display. But… I want more this time.” Her voice wavered slightly, but she pushed on. “I want to be one of your sexbots, like, fully. Displayed in the window, then stored in one of those pods in the back, like the others when they’re returned. I want to feel… like I’m really part of your stock.”
Nick’s grin faded into a look of surprise, then concern. He set down the parts and leaned against the counter. “Emma, that’s a big step. The display is one thing, but storing you in a pod? That means a functional control collar. You saw what happened last time when it got activated. I can block rental requests, but there’s always a chance something could slip through—a glitch, a scan, anything. Are you sure you’re okay with that risk?”
Emma’s stomach fluttered, a mix of fear and excitement. The memory of losing control to the delivery guy’s scan was still fresh, but so was the rush of being utterly helpless, her body moving to the system’s commands while her mind rode along, intoxicated by the experience. The idea of being stored in a pod, locked away like a real sexbot, only heightened that thrill. “I’m sure,” she said, her voice steadier now. “I trust you to keep me safe. And… honestly, the risk? It’s kind of exciting.”
Nick raised an eyebrow, studying her for a moment before chuckling softly. “You’re full of surprises, Em. Alright, let’s do this. But I’m programming the collar myself, and I’ll lock down the rental system as much as I can. No promises it's foolproof, though.”
Emma nodded, her pulse quickening. “Deal. And pick something… sexy for the outfit. I want to feel like I belong in your window.”
Nick’s grin returned, wider this time. “Oh, I’ve got just the thing. Let’s get you ready, my star sexbot.”
In the back room, the familiar hum of the dressing machine filled the air as Emma stripped off her dress and shoes, standing naked before the machine. Nick’s eyes flickered over her briefly before he busied himself at the control panel, his fingers flying over the keys. “This one’s going to be a showstopper,” he said, glancing at her with a mischievous glint. “Think sleek, futuristic, and very, very tight.”
Emma stepped into the machine, her skin prickling in the cool air. The scanner’s light swept over her, and the machine whirred to life, beginning to fabricate the outfit. She felt the material start at her feet, a smooth, glossy substance that clung like liquid metal. It was a silver metallic bodysuit, so tight it felt like a second skin, molding to every curve of her body. The material shimmered with a reflective sheen, catching the light as it encased her legs, hips, and torso. The neckline was high, but the suit was cut daringly low at the sides, exposing her hips and accentuating her waist. Thin, translucent straps crisscrossed her back, adding a delicate yet provocative touch.
The machine added matching silver gloves that extended from her fingertips to her elbows, and sleek, ankle-high boots that gleamed like polished chrome. As a final touch, it styled her short hair into a sharp, angular bob, sprayed with a subtle metallic sheen to match the outfit. A light mist of makeup followed—bold silver eyeshadow, dark eyeliner, and glossy nude lips that gave her an almost doll-like, artificial beauty.
When the machine powered down, Emma stepped out, feeling the bodysuit shift with every movement, hugging her body like it was part of her. She caught her reflection in a nearby panel and gasped softly. She looked like a futuristic pleasure model, every inch designed to captivate. The outfit was less revealing than the latex but no less provocative, its metallic sheen making her look like a living sculpture.
Nick whistled low, his eyes wide. “Damn, Em. You’re… perfect. Like you stepped out of a sci-fi fantasy.”
Emma smirked, striking a pose. “Good enough for your window?”
“Good enough to sell out my entire stock,” he replied, shaking his head in awe. “But first, the collar.” He held up a sleek, black control collar, its surface embedded with faint LED lights that pulsed softly. “This is the real deal. I’ve programmed it to keep you in ‘display mode’—you’ll be aware, able to move slightly, but it’ll enhance the sexbot vibe. No external control unless someone scans it, and I’ve locked your barcode out of the rental system. Still, if someone gets clever with the app…”
Emma’s heart skipped a beat, but she nodded. “I understand. Put it on.”
Nick stepped closer, his fingers brushing her neck as he fastened the collar. The moment it clicked into place, she felt a subtle hum, a faint connection to the system that made her body tingle. It wasn’t fully active yet, but the sensation was enough to make her breath catch. She dropped to her knees instinctively, a playful nod to her submissive side, and looked up at Nick. “Ready, Master.”
Nick’s cheeks flushed, but he helped her to her feet, his touch lingering. “Let’s get you on display, sexbot.”
In the store’s window, Emma stepped onto the familiar chrome stand, the pole and rings waiting to hold her in place. Nick adjusted the bar between her legs, its cool surface pressing against the metallic bodysuit, sending a shiver through her. He secured the rings around her ankles, waist, and wrists, each one clicking shut with a satisfying sound. The collar was fastened to the pole, holding her head upright, and she felt the system’s connection deepen slightly, making her movements feel smoother, more deliberate, like a real sexbot.
Nick activated the motor, and the stand began its slow rotation. “You’re live,” he said, stepping back to admire her. “I’ll be right here, keeping an eye on things. You good?”
Emma gave a small nod, her voice limited by the collar. “Beep,” she murmured, her lips curling into a smile.
As the window display spun, Emma felt the familiar rush of adrenaline. The street was bustling, and passersby immediately noticed the shimmering figure in the window. Some stopped to stare, others whispered to their companions, and a few took out their phones to snap pictures. The attention was electric, feeding into her fantasy of being an object on display, a perfect creation designed to entice. The collar’s subtle influence made her feel more like a sexbot than ever, her movements minimal but precise, her expression serene yet alluring.
Nick played his role perfectly, chatting with customers who entered the store, describing Emma as a “prototype model, not for sale or rent.” The words sent a thrill through her, reinforcing her place as a prized display piece. The day passed in a blur of spinning lights and curious eyes, her body tingling with the mix of restraint and exposure.
As evening fell, Nick approached the window, his expression a mix of admiration and concern. “You’ve been a star, Em. Ready to come down and… move to the next part?”
Emma’s heart raced at the thought of the storage pod. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice soft but eager. “Store me, Nick. Like one of your bots.”
He deactivated the display motor and carefully released her from the stand, his hands gentle but firm. Leading her to the back room, he gestured to one of the empty storage pods—a sleek, cylindrical chamber with a padded interior and a transparent front. “This is it,” he said, his voice low. “Once you’re inside, the collar will switch to ‘storage mode.’ You’ll be aware, but it’ll feel… different. Calm, like you’re part of the system. I’ll block any rental requests, but like I said, there’s always a chance.”
Emma nodded, her excitement outweighing her nerves. “I trust you. Let’s do it.”
Nick helped her step into the pod, the padded interior cool against her bodysuit. He adjusted the collar’s settings on his tablet, and she felt the system’s connection deepen, a soothing hum that made her feel strangely at peace. The pod’s door slid shut, sealing her inside, and the collar’s lights pulsed softly, syncing with the pod’s systems. Emma’s body relaxed, her mind settling into a quiet, almost meditative state, as if she were truly just another sexbot waiting to be retrieved.
Through the transparent front, she could see Nick watching her, his expression unreadable. “You okay in there?” he asked, his voice muffled through the pod.
“Beep,” she replied softly, her lips curving into a serene smile. The system’s influence made her feel safe, contained, like she belonged in this space. She could still think, still feel, but the collar dulled her worries, leaving only the thrill of being stored like a real sexbot.
Nick checked his tablet again, ensuring her barcode was locked out of the rental system. “I’ll check on you in the morning,” he said. “Sleep well, my little bot.”
As he dimmed the lights and left the room, Emma settled into the pod, the soft hum of the system lulling her into a strange, dreamlike state. The risk of the collar lingered in her mind, a faint spark of danger that only heightened her excitement. She was a sexbot, stored and waiting, her fate in Nick’s hands—and for now, that was exactly where she wanted to be.
The night stretched on, the pod’s gentle vibrations keeping her in a state of calm anticipation. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered what it would be like if someone did scan her collar, if the system took over again. But for now, she let herself sink into the fantasy, her body encased in silver, her mind tethered to the system, and her heart tethered to the promise of Nick’s protection.
Nick locked the store’s back door, the image of Emma in her shimmering silver bodysuit, sealed inside the storage pod, burned into his mind. Her serene expression, the way the collar’s faint LED lights pulsed against her neck, and the trust she’d placed in him stirred a mix of protectiveness and desire. As he walked to his apartment, the cool night air did little to clear his head. He couldn’t shake the thought of her as his perfect sexbot, yet he felt a pang of guilt for letting her take the risk of the functional collar. He’d double-checked the rental system lockout, but a nagging worry lingered. Shaking it off, he told himself she’d be safe until morning, when he’d return to release her.
Back at the store, the back room was silent, save for the soft hum of the storage pods. Emma rested in her pod, the padded interior cradling her body, the silver bodysuit gleaming faintly under the dim lights. The collar’s connection to the system kept her in a calm, dreamlike state, her mind drifting in a haze of submissive contentment. She felt like a true sexbot, stored and waiting, her fantasies fulfilled in the quiet confinement. But then, a faint click echoed in the pod, and the collar’s LEDs flared to life, pulsing rapidly.
Unbeknownst to Nick, a glitch in the rental system had bypassed his lockout. A client, one of the many who’d admired Emma in the window earlier, had used a third-party app to scan her barcode from a photo taken during the day. The system, recognizing the request, activated her collar, overriding its storage mode. Commands flooded Emma’s mind, sharp and undeniable, pulling her from her tranquil state. Her body moved of its own accord, the pod’s door sliding open with a soft hiss. She stepped out, her movements smooth and mechanical, guided by the system’s instructions.
Emma’s consciousness was a passenger in her own body, aware but powerless. The collar’s commands were clear: exit the store, follow the coordinates to the client’s location, and perform the requested services. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and curiosity. *Who hired me? What do they want? Will Nick find me?* The thoughts swirled, but her body didn’t hesitate, slipping through the back door’s emergency exit, which the system had unlocked remotely. The cool night air brushed against her bodysuit, the metallic sheen catching the streetlights as she moved silently down the alley.
The coordinates led her to a sleek, high-rise hotel across town, its glass facade towering over the city. Emma’s mind buzzed with questions, but the collar kept her focused, her steps precise as she entered the lobby. The night clerk barely glanced at her, assuming she was just another sexbot on assignment. She took the elevator to the penthouse suite, her body moving with an eerie grace, the system ensuring she played her role perfectly.
Inside the suite, a man in his late thirties, dressed in a tailored suit, waited by a floor-to-ceiling window. He turned as Emma entered, his eyes widening at the sight of her. “Well, damn,” he muttered, a smirk spreading across his face. “You’re even better up close.” He was one of the customers who’d lingered outside the store, captivated by the “prototype” in the window. His name, according to the system’s data, was Marcus, a wealthy tech entrepreneur who’d used a hacked app to bypass Nick’s restrictions.
Emma stood motionless, her expression serene, though her mind screamed with conflicting emotions. The collar’s commands pulsed through her, urging her to approach Marcus, to fulfill the transaction. She stepped closer, her boots clicking softly on the polished floor, her body language shifting to a seductive sway. Marcus gestured to a plush couch, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Let’s see what a high-end model like you can do,” he said, his voice low.
Inside, Emma fought to hold onto herself. She didn’t want this—not with a stranger, not like this. But the collar’s control was absolute, her limbs responding to its directives. As she knelt before Marcus, her gloved hands reaching for his belt, a flicker of hope persisted. *Nick will notice I’m gone. He’ll check the system. He’ll find me.* The thought anchored her, even as her body moved to the system’s rhythm, her lips parting as she leaned forward.
Meanwhile, Nick had just reached his apartment when his phone buzzed with an alert from the store’s security system. Frowning, he opened the app, his heart sinking as he saw the notification: “Unit E-001 (Display Prototype) – Active, Off-Premises.” His blood ran cold. Emma’s collar had been activated, and she was no longer in the pod. Cursing himself, he pulled up the system logs, his fingers shaking as he traced the glitch to a third-party rental request. The coordinates showed her at a hotel across town.
Nick grabbed his keys and ran out the door, his mind racing. He’d promised to keep her safe, and now she was out there, under the system’s control, at the mercy of some unknown client. The thought of her in that silver bodysuit, vulnerable and helpless, spurred him into action. He jumped into his car, speeding toward the hotel, praying he’d get there in time.
Back at the suite, Emma’s movements were precise, her body performing as programmed, but her mind clung to a spark of resistance. The collar fed her instructions—positions, techniques, responses—but she focused on Nick, on the trust they’d built. She didn’t know if he’d find her, but she held onto the hope that he would. As Marcus leaned back, enjoying the “service,” Emma’s thoughts were elsewhere, picturing Nick storming through the door, his cheeky grin replaced by fierce determination.
Nick reached the hotel in record time, his heart pounding as he flashed his store ID at the desk clerk, claiming an “urgent equipment malfunction.” The clerk, uninterested, waved him toward the penthouse elevator. As the doors closed, Nick checked his tablet, confirming Emma’s location. The system showed her collar still active, transmitting feedback that made his stomach churn—she was in the middle of a “transaction.”
The elevator opened, and Nick sprinted to the suite, banging on the door. “Open up! This is a recall order!” he shouted, his voice sharp with panic. Inside, Marcus frowned, annoyed at the interruption, but Emma’s heart leapt. *Nick.* The collar’s control didn’t falter, but her hope surged.
Marcus opened the door, eyeing Nick suspiciously. “What’s this about? I paid for this model.”
Nick didn’t hesitate. “System error. This unit’s not for rent. Step aside, or I’ll call the authorities.” His tone was firm, his eyes blazing. Marcus, sensing trouble, stepped back, muttering about a refund.
Nick rushed to Emma, who stood frozen, her expression blank but her eyes pleading. He pulled out his tablet, frantically inputting the override code to deactivate her collar. The LEDs flickered and died, and Emma’s body slumped slightly as control returned to her. She gasped, her hands trembling as she clutched at Nick’s arm.
“Nick,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “You came.”
“Of course I did,” he said, pulling her close, shielding her from Marcus’s gaze. “I’m so sorry, Em. This shouldn’t have happened.”
Marcus, still grumbling, demanded an explanation, but Nick ignored him, guiding Emma out of the suite. In the elevator, she leaned against him, the silver bodysuit cool against his skin. “I was scared,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “But… part of me wasn’t. It was like last time, only… stronger.”
Nick’s jaw tightened, guilt gnawing at him. “I should’ve triple-checked the system. I promised to keep you safe.”
Emma shook her head, managing a small smile. “You did. You found me. And… I wanted the risk, remember? It’s part of the thrill.”
He looked at her, his expression softening. “You’re crazy, you know that? Let’s get you back to the store. No more collars, no more pods, not until I fix this damn system.”
Nick’s heart still raced as he guided Emma out of the hotel, her silver bodysuit catching the city lights as they stepped into the cool night air. The deactivated collar hung loosely around her neck, its LEDs dark, but the memory of her being controlled by the system gnawed at him. He’d failed to protect her, and the guilt weighed heavy. As they reached his car, he turned to her, ready to suggest heading back to the store to remove the outfit and collar for good. But Emma’s voice, soft yet resolute, stopped him.
“Nick,” she said, her eyes glinting with a mix of exhaustion and something else—desire, perhaps, or defiance. “Don’t take me back to the store. Take me to your apartment.” She paused, her fingers brushing the collar. “But… I want you to turn it back on. I want to be your sexbot tonight. I need to feel… controlled. Submissive. Just for you.”
Nick froze, his hand hovering over the car door. “Emma, are you sure? After what just happened, I don’t know if—”
“I’m sure,” she interrupted, her voice steady despite the flush on her cheeks. “I trust you. What happened back there… It was scary, but it also showed me how much I want this. With you, not some stranger. Please, Nick. Make me yours tonight.”
He studied her, seeing the raw honesty in her eyes. The idea of her under the collar’s control, in his apartment, sent a jolt through him—part desire, part responsibility. He nodded slowly. “Okay, Em. But I’m setting strict parameters. You’ll be mine, and only mine. No glitches, no risks. Agreed?”
Emma’s lips curled into a small, eager smile. “Agreed, Master Nick.”
In the car, Nick pulled out his tablet, his fingers trembling slightly as he reactivated the collar. He customized the settings, locking it to his personal control only, ensuring no external signals could interfere. The collar’s LEDs flickered to life, pulsing softly, and Emma’s posture shifted subtly—her movements smoother, her expression serene yet inviting. The system took hold, guiding her into the role of a sexbot, but her eyes still held a spark of her own desire, a silent reassurance that she was willingly surrendering.
“Beep,” she murmured, her voice tinged with a robotic lilt, and Nick couldn’t help but smile despite the tension in his chest.
At Nick’s apartment, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. The small space, cluttered with tech gadgets and robotics manuals, felt intimate as Emma stepped inside, her silver bodysuit gleaming under the soft glow of a desk lamp. The collar’s influence made her movements fluid, almost mechanical, yet every gesture was laced with seductive intent, programmed to please but driven by her own desire to submit.
Nick set his tablet on the counter, keeping it close in case he needed to override the system. “Emma,” he said softly, testing the waters. “How do you feel?”
“Unit E-001 is fully operational, Master,” she replied, her voice smooth and robotic, though a playful glint in her eyes betrayed her awareness. “Ready to serve your desires.”
Nick’s breath caught. He stepped closer, his hand brushing her cheek, the cool metallic sheen of her bodysuit a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin beneath. “Then serve me,” he said, his voice low, testing the boundaries of her submission.
Emma’s body responded instantly, the collar guiding her into a graceful kneel before him. Her gloved hands moved with precision, unbuttoning his shirt, her touch both mechanical and tantalizing. Nick’s heart raced as she looked up at him, her expression a perfect blend of programmed obedience and genuine want. The system dictated her actions, but Emma’s choice to surrender made it intensely personal.
Throughout the night, Emma played her role flawlessly. The collar’s commands wove seamlessly with her own desires, her body moving to please Nick in ways that left them both breathless. She was his sexbot, responding to every touch, every command, with a mix of programmed perfection and her own sultry passion. The silver bodysuit clung to her, accentuating every movement, and Nick found himself lost in the fantasy they were creating together—her submission, his control, their mutual trust.
Emma, though under the system’s influence, felt a deep satisfaction. The collar stripped away her inhibitions, letting her revel in her submissive side without fear or shame. Each moment of pleasing Nick fed her own pleasure, her body tingling with the thrill of being his. The line between Emma and the sexbot blurred, but she didn’t care—she was exactly where she wanted to be.
As dawn broke, Nick deactivated the collar, the LEDs fading as Emma’s body relaxed into his arms. They lay tangled together on his bed, the silver bodysuit still clinging to her, now slightly wrinkled from their night. She smiled, her eyes soft but bright. “That was… incredible,” she whispered, her voice her own again.
Nick brushed a strand of hair from her face, his expression a mix of awe and relief. “You’re incredible, Em. I was worried, but… you really wanted this, didn’t you?”
She nodded, snuggling closer. “I did. And I’d do it again. With you.”
The next morning, Nick drove Emma to her apartment, the city waking up around them. She still wore the silver bodysuit, its metallic sheen hidden under Nick’s oversized jacket, a playful reminder of their night. The collar was gone, tucked safely in Nick’s bag, but its absence didn’t diminish the connection they’d forged. Emma felt light, fulfilled, her submissive desires sated for now, though she knew they’d resurface.
As they pulled up to her building, Nick turned to her, his grin returning. “So, dinner tonight? No collars, no displays, just us?”
Emma laughed, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Deal. But don’t think I’m done with your store, Master Nick. I might want to be your display bot again soon.”
Nick chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re trouble, Em. But you’re my kind of trouble.”
As Emma stepped out of the car, the morning sun glinting off her bodysuit beneath the jacket, she felt a quiet confidence. She’d tasted her fantasy, embraced the risk, and found something deeper with Nick. Whatever came next—display, pod, or just dinner—she knew she’d face it with the same fearless curiosity that had brought her back to his store time and again.