Part 5 – Fully Controlled
It was a crisp Tuesday morning, nearly a month since my weekend as Nick’s own sexbot, when my phone buzzed with his name on the screen. The memory of those days—displayed in his shop, stored among the Emma-bots, surrendering to the collar’s pulse—still sent a warm thrill through me. I answered, my voice already tinged with curiosity.
“Em,” Nick said, his tone a mix of excitement and caution, “I’ve got something really big coming up. An important client is visiting this weekend. He’s a regular, always rents one of my Emma-bots for… entertainment. Top-tier, discreet, and perfectly safe. I was wondering if you’d be up for something new. I know that this is a big step up from what you’ve done before, and you were curious about how it would be to be sent out as just another sexbot. So, how’d you like to be his escort sexbot for the night?”
My heart skipped, a rush of exhilaration mixing with a flicker of nerves. The idea of being sent out like Unit E-004 or E-005, fully immersed in the role of a sexbot, was a fantasy I’d toyed with but never quite dared to chase, something that I’d dreamed of happening. The thrill of the unknown, the complete surrender—it was intoxicating. To be treated like I was just something to use and enjoy. But I wanted it on my terms.
“Nick,” I said, leaning back in my chair, my mind already racing, “I’m a bit nervous, but I trust you, and you know that I’ve long toyed with the idea of doing this, I have been thinking about this since the last time I was in your shop, and I’ve made my mind up to at last experience this at least once, if I don’t do this I will always be wondering, so yes please, I’m in. But only on the condition that you treat me like any other sexbot. No special treatment. For at least 48 hours, you can choose the time that I remain as a sexbot, so keep it from me. I want to be just another unit in your inventory—displayed, stored, sent out, everything. Program me, control me, let me be Unit E-001, nothing more. Please, treat me as just a sexbot.”
There was a pause, then Nick’s voice came through, warm but serious. “Wow! You’re sure, Em? This is a big step up. You’ll be fully controlled and under the system's commands, no breaking character, even with the client. He won’t know that you’re… you.”
“That’s exactly what I want,” I replied, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. “I want to feel it, Nick. The whole fantasy. Make me your sexbot.”
His laugh was soft, laced with admiration. “Alright, my little sexbot. Thank you for agreeing to be my sexbot. Please come by the shop early Friday morning. We’ll get you prepped, displayed, and ready for the client. It’s a deal.”
The rest of the week passed in a blur of anticipation. By the time Friday arrived, I was practically vibrating with excitement as I stepped into Nick’s shop. The familiar chime of the bell greeted me, and the morning light cast a soft glow over the chrome display stand in the window, the sleek forms of the Emma-bots standing on display inside the shop among the other sexbots that Nick owned. Nick was waiting, his grin as infectious as ever, holding the matte-black collar that had become my gateway to this fantasy.
“Ready to be my perfect bot for at least the next 48 hours?” he asked, his eyes searching mine for any hint of hesitation.
I nodded, my pulse quickening. “Completely. Treat me like the others, Nick. I’m Unit E-001 from now on.”
He fastened the collar around my neck, its silver accents catching the light. The blue LEDs pulsed to life, and the neural interface kicked in, smoothing my movements into that robotic grace I craved. My mind stayed sharp, savouring every moment, but my body was now under the system’s gentle guidance. Nick led me to the dressing machine, its scanners humming as they swept over me.
“This client has specific tastes,” Nick said, tapping the machine’s control panel. “He likes elegance with a touch of seduction. Let’s make you irresistible.”
The machine whirred, crafting an outfit that was both refined and provocative. A sleek, black latex dress hugged my curves, its low neckline revealing my breasts, held firm inside the soft latex and matching long sleeve gloves on my arms, giving it a sophisticated air, while the hem barely reached mid-thigh, leaving my legs exposed. Sheer black stockings, secured with garters, added a sensual edge, and black stiletto heels forced a delicate, precise gait. The machine swept my short hair into a sleek chignon, and subtle makeup enhanced my features, giving me that flawless, robotic sheen. Across my left breast was Nick’s logo, and a scannable barcode gleamed, marking me as one of his creations.
Looking at myself in a nearby mirror. The dress clung to my body like a second skin, the stockings shimmered, and the collar’s LEDs pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat. I was Unit E-001, a perfect escort sexbot, ready to be displayed and dispatched.
“Unit E-001 operational,” I said, my voice carrying the robotic lilt that made Nick’s eyes sparkle.
“Perfect,” he murmured, guiding me to the shop’s front window, where a single chrome stand waited. The rings closed around my waist and neck, and the bar between my legs pressed against my sex, sending a familiar shiver through me. The motor hummed, and the platform began its slow rotation, presenting me to the bustling street outside. As I stood there on display, the feeling of the motor running ran through the metal directly to my more sensitive parts. I think this was one of the reasons that I liked being on display, other than the objectification part of my fantasy, though the hum wasn’t enough to send me over the edge, it was quite pleasurable.
A few passersby paused to admire the “new model” in Nick’s window. Their eyes traced the sleek lines of my dress, the barcode, the logo, and I felt the familiar thrill of being seen as an object, a creation designed for desire. Some scanned the barcode with their phones, pulling up Nick’s website, while others tapped the glass, marvelling at the “lifelike” bot on display. A group of businessmen lingered, their conversation low and appreciative, and I revelled in the illusion, my mind buzzing with the surrender of being just another sexbot.
Inside, Nick played the salesman as always, happy with the attention that his new display brought in, chatting with customers, treating me like I was just another part of his inventory. “She’s a limited-edition escort model,” I heard him say, gesturing toward me. “Perfect for high-end clients, fully programmable for any scenario.” My heart raced at the words, knowing I was currently the centrepiece, the star that drew them in, yet totally indistinguishable from the other Emma-bots.
The day passed in a haze of attention, the platform rotating, the eyes watching me, examining my body, their minds wandering to what they would do with this sexbot. By evening, Nick approached the window, his expression professional but with a flicker of warmth in his eyes. “Time to tuck you away, Unit E-001,” he said, deactivating the motor and releasing me from the stand.
True to my request, he treated me like any other bot, guiding me to the storage room with the same detached efficiency he used for the others. The cool, quiet space was lined with padded slots, where the five other Emma-bots stood, their LEDs dormant, their crimson or black outfits gleaming faintly. Nick had prepared my slot; its padding moulded to fit my body. He secured my ankles, waist, and neck with soft straps, the latex dress creaking as I settled in.
“Unit E-001, entering low-power mode,” he said, tapping his tablet. The collar’s LEDs dimmed, and the neural interface shifted to a calming feedback loop, keeping my movements minimal but my mind alert. “Comfortable?” he asked, his voice softer now, though still in character.
“Unit E-001 ready for storage,” I replied, my voice robotic but my eyes met his with a spark of excitement. The straps held me firmly, the latex clung to my skin, and the sensation of being stored like inventory sent a delicious thrill through me. I was just another bot in Nick’s collection, waiting for my next command.
Nick dimmed the lights, leaving me in the shadowy silence of the storage room. The faint hum of the climate control lulled me into a serene state, and I let myself sink into the fantasy, my mind replaying the day’s stares and whispers. The thought of tomorrow—the client, the escort role—stirred a mix of nerves and exhilaration. I was ready to be Unit E-001, to serve as a sexbot, to lose myself completely in the role.
Saturday morning arrived with the soft beep of my collar reactivating. Nick’s footsteps echoed as he entered the storage room, his expression all business. “Good morning, Unit E-001,” he said, releasing my straps and helping me step out. “Time to prep you for the client.”
He led me to the back room, where the dressing machine refreshed my outfit, ensuring the black latex dress, stockings, and stilettos were pristine. The collar’s LEDs brightened as Nick adjusted its settings, programming a specific protocol for the client. “He’s expecting an elegant escort bot,” Nick explained, his tone professional. “Responsive, obedient, with a touch of charm. You’ll follow his commands, but the system’s encryption is ironclad—no repeats of that hotel incident, you’re only with this client, not available to anyone who scans your barcode. You’re safe, Em, but you’ll feel and act like you’re just another sexbot.”
I nodded, the collar limiting my expression to a serene smile. “Unit E-001 ready to serve, Master,” I said, my voice smooth and robotic. Inside, my heart raced with anticipation. This was it—the ultimate surrender, the chance to live my fantasy fully.
Nick led me to a private lounge in the shop, a sleek space reserved for high-end clients. The client, a sharply dressed man in his forties with a confident air, was already waiting, sipping a drink as he scrolled through his tablet. His eyes lit up when he saw me, taking in the latex dress, the stockings, the barcode gleaming on my chest.
“This is the one?” he asked Nick, his voice smooth but eager.
“Unit E-001, our premium escort model,” Nick replied, handing him a tablet loaded with my programmed settings. “Fully customizable, responsive to voice and touch commands. She’s yours for the night. Return sometime tomorrow when you’re finished with it.”
The client nodded, his gaze never leaving me. “Perfect. I’ll take good care of her.”
Nick gave me a subtle glance, a flicker of reassurance in his eyes, before stepping back. “Unit E-001, initiate escort protocol,” he said, tapping his tablet. My body responded instantly, stepping forward with robotic precision, my heels clicking on the polished floor. “Confirmed, escort protocol activated,” I said, my voice soft and melodic, designed to please. The client smiled, clearly impressed, and gestured for me to follow him.
As we left the shop, my mind buzzed with a heady mix of thrill and vulnerability. The collar guided my movements, making my steps graceful and deliberate, while my thoughts raced. I was now just Unit E-001, a sexbot rented for the night, my identity submerged, lost in the role. The client led me over to a sleek black car, opening the door for me with a gentlemanly nod. I slid inside, the latex creaking softly, and the car pulled away into the city night.
The client’s penthouse was a vision of luxury—floor-to-ceiling windows, modern furniture, and a view of the city skyline that glittered like a sea of stars. He poured himself a drink and turned to me, his eyes tracing my form. “Unit E-001, let’s start with a little dance, shall we?” he said, his voice calm but commanding.
The collar’s system took over, guiding my body into a slow, sensual, erotic dance. The latex dress gleamed under the penthouse lights, the stockings accentuating every movement. I swayed and turned, my heels clicking softly, my movements fluid yet precise, the perfect blend of seduction and robotic grace. The client watched, his expression one of fascination and desire, and I felt the thrill of being his object, his rented sexbot, existing solely to please.
“Very nice,” he murmured, setting his drink down. “Now, come closer. Initiate intimate protocol.”
“Confirmed intimate protocol activated, Master”, I replied, my voice a soft monotone. My body moved toward him, guided by the collar, my hands resting lightly on his shoulders as I leaned in. His touch was firm but respectful, exploring the latex dress, the stockings, the contours of my body. The collar amplified every sensation, making each brush of his fingers electric, while my mind revelled in the surrender. I was a machine, his machine, and the role felt more real than ever.
The night unfolded in a haze of commands and responses. The client used the tablet to adjust my poses, my voice, even my expressions, each setting deepening the illusion of my being a programmable bot. Sometimes he spoke directly, his commands simple but firm—sit here, pose there, kiss me now—and I obeyed with robotic precision, the collar ensuring every action was flawless. The line between Emma and Unit E-001 blurred, and I loved it, the objectification feeding my deepest fantasies.
He used me several times. First, I was commanded to pleasure him orally, I moved closer to him, got down on my knees, my hands seeking out his semi-erect penis, gently rubbing it, and then moving my mouth over, taking in the head at first, but gradually working my way down his shaft. Using my tongue to tease the underside, while my lips were firmly wrapped around his now erect member, I began to move my head up and down, taking him deeper each time, until he reached the back of my throat, the system overcoming any gag reflex that I may have had at this point.
His hands held my head in place while I pleasured him, not forcefully but firmly, letting me know that he wanted to finish himself inside of my mouth, a nice warm receptacle for his gratification. My mind was abuzz with conflicting thoughts while I was performing for him, though I had wanted to experience what it would be like to be treated like I was just a sexbot, and it was enjoyable to say the least, but I wondered if I could repeat this, my mind in two parts as to the reality of my situation. Though at this point any doubts that I may have had were quickly suppressed by the client ejaculating into my mouth, I concentrated on swallowing, though the system made it very easy for me to complete my current task.
“Wow, that was well worth the money,” he stated, “Now let’s see what’s on offer down below.”
He commanded me to lay down on the bed, the system moving my limbs automatically, my mind was just along for the ride, it seemed. As I lay there, he stripped off his clothes, then joined me on the bed. His hands began to explore my body, my breasts were caressed, squeezed, and kissed by him, a shiver of delight rippled through my body, my breasts were very sensitive, especially when turned on like I now was, and his hands were just right.
His hands moved down exploring my soft belly and then further down to the sweet spot between my legs, his slick fingers began gently probing me, stroking me, I was already hot, my pussy was coated in my own juices, his fingers finding the moisture amusing, “Well, damn that’s one perfect pussy, wet and wanting, just as I like them.”
He moved to lie on top of me, his body pressing me down against the bed, his erect penis probing the outer folds of my sex. Slowly, he pressed himself forward, his member overcoming any resistance that my flesh down there could put up. Once fully inside, he began to slowly gyrate back and forth in me. I was well turned on by now and was enjoying what he was doing to me, even though he was using and treating me like I was just another sexbot. The thought of this, combined with his actions, triggered my first orgasm.
He felt my internal muscles clench around his penis, tightening as my climax ran through my body, “That’s very realistic,” he said, “Never had that before with other sexbots.”
He continued using me, driving himself deeper and moving faster, then slowing down when I guessed that he was nearing his own climax, wanting to make himself last longer, which he did, bringing me to two more orgasms before he let himself go deep inside of me. His body slumped down on top of mine, his climax overwhelming him for the moment. He lay there as he recovered from his exertion, though his semi-erect member stayed inside of me, I could feel the last twitches of his spending. Thinking that he had finished using me, I was surprised when he recovered and began again.
Hours later, as the city lights glowed outside, the client leaned back, clearly satisfied with my performance. “That was incredible, Unit E-001,” he said, his voice warm. “Nick’s certainly outdone himself with this model. I’ve never experienced anything like it; it was almost as if you were a real woman.”
“Unit E-001 is pleased to serve, Master,” I replied, my serene smile masking the exhilaration coursing through me.
“Now I need to rest and recover, time to sleep, Unit E-001.” The client tapped the tablet, I moved from the bed, and I stood in a corner of the room. He then set me to a low-power mode, my body still, my LEDs pulsing faintly. My mind was alive, replaying every moment, savouring the thrill of being just another sexbot, rented and used, my identity hidden behind the latex and the collar.
The next morning, after being used again by the client, I was returned to Nick’s shop as agreed, his demeanour was professional but pleased. “She was perfect,” he told Nick, handing back the tablet. “I’ll be booking another session soon.”
Nick nodded, his expression neutral, but his eyes flicking to me with a hidden warmth. “Glad you enjoyed the sexbot.” Then, turning to me, he said, “Unit E-001, proceed to storage.”
I followed the command, my heels clicking as I walked to the storage room, my body still under the collar’s control. Nick secured me in my padded slot, the straps closing around my ankles, waist, and neck, the latex dress creaking softly. The collar’s LEDs dimmed to low-power mode, and the room fell into its familiar quiet hum.
As I stood among the other Emma-bots, their identical forms gleaming in the dim light, I felt a deep contentment. I had finally been sent out to a client as Unit E-001, just another sexbot in Nick’s inventory, displayed, rented, and stored. The client hadn’t known I was human, and that anonymity, that complete surrender, was everything that I’d craved. The memory of his commands, his touch, lingered like a warm current under my skin, and I knew I’d want to do this again.
Later that evening, as the 48-hour mark approached, Nick entered the storage room, his grin soft but teasing. “Time to bring you back, Em,” he said, releasing my straps and deactivating the collar’s active mode. The LEDs faded, and I felt my full control return, though the thrill of the weekend lingered.
I stepped out of the slot, stretching slightly, the latex dress still clinging to my curves. “So,” I said, my voice playful but curious, “how’d I do as your rented bot?”
Nick pulled me into a gentle embrace, his hands tracing the contours of the dress. “You were phenomenal, Em. The client was thrilled, and you… you were just the perfect sexbot. But you’re still my original model.”
I smiled, leaning into him, the fantasy still buzzing in my veins. “I loved it, Nick. Being just another bot, serving like that… It was everything I wanted. Maybe next time, I can go even further.”
His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, we will, my little sexbot. We will.”
As we left the storage room, the other Emma-bots stood silently, their LEDs dark, their forms waiting for the next command. I glanced back, a thrill running through me. I was Nick’s creation, his star, but for one perfect weekend, I’d been indistinguishable from them, a sexbot living out my deepest fantasy. And I couldn’t wait to do it again.
A few weeks after my weekend as the client’s escort sexbot, the thrill of that complete surrender lingered in my veins like a low hum. The memory of being Unit E-001, rented out and treated as just another of Nick’s creations, had only deepened my craving to push the fantasy further. So when Nick called me on a chilly Wednesday afternoon, his voice tinged with that familiar mix of excitement and caution, I was already buzzing with anticipation.
“Em,” he said, “the same client from last time reached out. He’s back in town this weekend, staying at a swanky hotel downtown, and he’s requested two Emma-bots for the night. He wants a… special experience. So I thought you might be up for it, as Unit E-001 again, alongside another bot. Same deal as before—no special treatment, just another sexbot. Okay?”
My pulse quickened at the thought. Two bots, performing together, for the client’s entertainment—it was a new level of immersion, a chance to lose myself even further in the role. “Absolutely, Nick,” I replied, my voice steady despite the butterflies. “But treat me like the others, fully under the system’s control. I want to be just another sexbot, Unit E-001, no exceptions.”
There was a pause, then Nick’s warm chuckle came through. “Alright, come by the shop on Friday morning. We’ll get you and Unit E-005 prepped for the client. It’s going to be a night to remember.”
Friday morning, I stepped into Nick’s shop, and the familiar smell and feel of the shop already had my senses tingling. The idea that I was again to surrender myself to becoming a sexbot and be rented out to a client, sending wonderful feelings throughout my body, I could feel myself getting aroused at the thought. Nick was waiting for me, holding a matte-black collar, his grin as infectious as ever. Beside him stood Unit E-005, its crimson latex catsuit gleaming, its LEDs dormant, waiting to be activated.
“Ready to be my star sexbot again, Em?” Nick asked, his eyes searching mine for any hesitation.
I nodded, my heart racing. “Make me Unit E-001, Nick. Just another sexbot for you and the client.”
He fastened the collar around my neck, its blue LEDs pulsed to life, and the neural interface kicked in, smoothing my movements into robotic precision. As usual, my mind was my own to savour the thrill of being nothing more than a sexbot, but my body was now totally under the system’s guidance. Nick instructed me to step into the dressing machine, its scanners humming as they swept over me, while Unit E-005 stood nearby, its blank face serene.
“The client wants elegance but with a provocative edge,” Nick said, tapping the machine’s control panel. “Matching outfits for you both, something that’ll turn heads.”
The machine whirred, crafting an outfit that was both sophisticated and daring. A deep sapphire-blue latex minidress that hugged my curves, its high-cut legs and plunging neckline leaving very little to the imagination. Sheer black thigh-high stockings, secured with delicate garters, added a sensual touch, and black stiletto heels forced a precise, graceful gait. My short hair was swept into a sleek, high ponytail, and subtle makeup gave me that flawless, robotic sheen. Across my chest, Nick’s logo and a scannable barcode gleamed, marking me as one of his creations. Unit E-005 received an identical outfit, its sapphire-blue latex mirroring mine, creating a perfect pair of pleasure models.
Looking at the two units in the mirror, with me standing beside Unit E-005. We were indistinguishable, two identical sexbots ready to serve. The sight sent a shiver through me—I was now just Unit E-001, just another bot in Nick’s inventory, and the thought was intoxicating.
“Unit E-001 operational,” I said, my voice carrying the familiar robotic lilt. Unit E-005 echoed, “Unit E-005 operational,” its tone identical to mine.
Nick nodded, satisfied. “You two are going to blow him away. Let’s get you on display first, draw some eyes in the store before the client picks you up.”
He led us to the shop’s front window, where two chrome stands waited side by side. The rings closed around my waist and neck, the bar between my legs pressing against the latex, sending a familiar thrill through me. Unit E-005 was secured beside me, our platforms synchronised to rotate slowly, presenting us as a matched set to the bustling Friday crowd outside.
Passersby stopped, their eyes drawn to the twin “sexbots” in sapphire-blue latex, our barcodes gleaming under the spotlights. Each stare, each comment, fed my fantasy, making me feel like a prized object, a creation designed for desire. Nick played the consummate salesman, using his charm when chatting with customers drawn in by the new window display. “Limited-edition escort models,” I heard him say, gesturing toward us. “Fully programmable, ideal for those special nights, built to make an impression.” My heart raced at the thought of being part of this illusion, just another bot alongside Unit E-005, indistinguishable to the world.
By early evening, the client arrived at the shop, the same sharply dressed man from last time, his confident air unchanged. His eyes lit up as he saw us in the window, his gaze tracing our matching outfits. “These are the ones?” he asked Nick, his voice eager.
“Units E-001 and E-005,” Nick replied, handing him a tablet loaded with our programmed settings. “Fully synced for your specifications. They’re yours for the night; they can return tomorrow when you’re done with them.”
The client nodded, his smile widening. “Perfect. Let’s head to the hotel.”
Nick released us from the stands, his expression professional but with a subtle glance at me, a silent check-in. I met his eyes with a serene smile, the collar limiting my expression, but my mind was alive with excitement. He didn’t reveal that I was human—not to the client, not to anyone. As I’d asked, I was just another sexbot, and the thought sent a delightful thrill through me.
We followed the client out to his sleek black car, our heels clicking in unison, our movements perfectly synchronised by the collars’ neural interfaces. The drive to the hotel was quiet, the city lights blurring past as I sat beside Unit E-005, our sapphire-blue latex dresses gleaming in the dim interior. My mind buzzed with anticipation, wondering what the client had in store for us.
The hotel was a vision of opulence—marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and a private elevator to the client’s penthouse suite. He led us to a plush lounge area, where a bottle of champagne waited on a glass table. He poured two glasses, handing one to Nick, who’d accompanied us to ensure the night went smoothly, and to talk business.
“To a memorable evening,” the client said, raising his glass. Nick clinked his, his demeanour professional, while Unit E-005 and I stood nearby, our collars keeping us in a serene, attentive pose. The client’s eyes roamed over us, clearly pleased. “Let’s take this upstairs,” he said after a few sips, his tone shifting to one of command.
We followed him to the bedroom, our heels clicking on the marble, and ascended the stairs to his sprawling suite. The room was a masterpiece of luxury—soft lighting, a massive bed draped in silk, and floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the glittering city skyline. The client gestured to a plush rug in the centre of the room, his smile turning mischievous.
“Units E-001 and E-005,” he said, settling into a leather armchair, his tablet in hand. “I want a show. Put on a display for us—something intimate, sensual, erotic. E-001, pleasure E-005. Let’s see how well these models perform together.”
My heart skipped, a rush of exhilaration mixing with a flicker of nerves. This was new, uncharted territory, but the collar’s control steadied me, and the fantasy of being just another sexbot pulled me in. Nick, standing nearby, hesitated for a fraction of a second, his eyes flicking to me. He knew I wasn’t a real bot, but he also knew this was what I wanted—to be treated as Unit E-001, no exceptions. To keep the illusion, he nodded subtly, his expression neutral, letting the client’s command stand.
“Initiating erotic display protocol,” I said, my voice a smooth monotone. Unit E-005 echoed, “Ready to receive,” its LEDs pulsing in sync with mine.
The collar guided my movements as I stepped toward Unit E-005, my heels sinking into the rug. The system’s programming took over, directing my hands to rest lightly on E-005’s waist, the sapphire-blue latex cool under my fingers. I leaned in, my lips brushing its neck, the collar ensuring every movement was fluid, precise, and sensual. Unit E-005 responded, its programmed reactions mirroring mine, its hands sliding up my arms, the latex creaking softly.
The client leaned forward, his eyes locked on us, while Nick stood back, his gaze steady but intense. I could feel his presence, his unspoken support, but he didn’t intervene, honouring my request to be just another bot. My body moved under the collar’s control, guiding E-005 to recline on the rug, my hands tracing its curves, the latex gleaming under the soft lighting. The system directed me to kiss its lips, my movements slow and deliberate, designed to captivate.
Unit E-005’s programming responded flawlessly, its body arching slightly, its hands gripping my shoulders. The collar amplified every sensation—the slick feel of the latex, the faint hum of E-005’s internal systems, the weight of the client’s and Nick’s stares. My mind was a whirlwind of thrill and surrender, revelling in the role of a sexbot performing for an audience. I was Unit E-001, a machine designed to please, and the illusion was perfect.
The client tapped his tablet, adjusting our settings. “More intensity, E-001,” he commanded. “Focus on her… more sensitive areas.”
“Confirmed. Adjusting protocol,” I replied, my voice robotic but my pulse racing. The collar guided my hands lower, exploring E-005’s body, the system simulating responsive feedback as if it were truly reacting to my touch. I followed the programming, my fingers teasing along the latex, my lips trailing across its chest, the barcode gleaming under my touch. Unit E-005’s LEDs pulsed brighter, its programmed moans soft and melodic, adding to the illusion of a shared, intimate performance.
The client murmured in approval, his eyes gleaming, while Nick watched silently, his professional demeanour masking the complexity of his emotions. I knew he was balancing his role as the creator with my desire to fully embody the fantasy, and his trust in me deepened the experience. I was just another sexbot, performing as commanded, and the surrender was electrifying.
Following the system's commands, I moved further down E-005’s body, my hands continued to explore, my fingers worming their way under the latex panties that it wore, finding what was the unit’s sex. I had not seen one of the new Emma bots up this close before, and I wondered if Nick had replicated every part of my body, even down to the minute details. It certainly felt like he had, the soft outer lips parted way to give me access to the unit's inner core. I stroked E-005 artificial pussy like I had my own, seeking out the more pleasurable parts that I... enjoyed when alone back in my apartment.
The client tapped away at the control pad, and I found myself directed to use my mouth on E-005’s sexual parts, the system guiding me as to what I was expected to perform, my mouth seeking out the little nub, my tongue running over it. I found that the sexbot was entirely bare down there, like my own, but I doubted that it would need regular maintenance to keep it that way, like I did. Unit E-005 responded to what I was doing to it, the programming making sure that the unit moaned in pleasure at the appropriate time.
The display continued, our movements a choreographed dance of latex and lithe bodies, each action guided by the collars’ synced systems. The client’s commands grew bolder, directing us to shift poses, to intensify the performance, and we obeyed flawlessly, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. The line between Emma and Unit E-001 blurred completely, and I lost myself in the role, my mind consumed by the thrill of being a machine, an object of desire, performing for the client’s pleasure.
After what felt like an eternity of sensation, the client leaned back, clearly satisfied. “Incredible,” he said, his voice low and appreciative. “Nick, these models are flawless. Best I’ve ever seen.”
Nick nodded, his tone cool but proud. “Glad you approve. Shall I set them to standby?”
The client waved a hand. “Let them rest for now. I’ll have more commands later. Now let’s talk business.”
Nick tapped his tablet, and our collars shifted to low-power mode, our bodies settling into serene, attentive poses in a corner of the room. The LEDs dimmed, and I stood beside Unit E-005, our sapphire-blue latex dresses gleaming faintly, our expressions calm and robotic. My mind buzzed with the intensity of the performance, the memory of E-005’s latex under my fingers, the weight of the men’s gazes. I was a sexbot, nothing more, and the anonymity, the objectification, was everything I’d craved.
The client and Nick stepped out to discuss their business, leaving us alone in the quiet suite. The collar’s feedback loop kept me calm, but my thoughts raced, replaying every moment of the display. The experience had been thrilling, pushing my fantasy to new heights, and I knew I’d want to explore this again.
Later that night, the client returned, issuing new commands—intimate, one-on-one interactions with each of us, then together again. The collar guided me through every action, my body responding with programmed precision, while my mind relished the surrender. At one point, I was being well used by the client, while Nick used E-005 for his own pleasure, then they swapped between us, and I was used by Nick. Which to me felt great, he treated me like I was just another sex toy, without any regard to my own thoughts and feelings, this made me feel even more like I was just another one of his inventory.
By morning, both Nick and the client were exhausted but elated, the client praising Nick as he prepared to return us to the shop. “These two are perfection,” he said, handing back the tablet. “I’ll be booking them again.”
Nick nodded, his eyes flicking to me with a hidden warmth. “Units E-001 and E-005, proceed to transport mode,” he said, and we followed him to the car, our heels clicking in unison, our movements still under the collars’ control.
Back at the shop, Nick led us to the storage room, securing us in our padded slots. The straps closed around my ankles, waist, and neck, the sapphire-blue latex creaking softly. Unit E-005 stood beside me, its LEDs dimming as Nick set it to standby and recharge. He turned to me, his expression softening as he tapped his tablet to deactivate my collar’s active mode. The LEDs faded, and I felt my full control return, though the thrill lingered.
“You were incredible, Em, you played the part perfectly, nobody could tell you weren’t one of them,” he said, releasing my straps and helping me step out. “But that was… very intense. You okay with what happened?”
I smiled, stretching slightly, the latex still clinging to my skin. “More than okay, Nick. That was everything I wanted—being just another bot, performing like that. I loved it. That’s exactly how I wanted it. When’s the next client?”
Nick’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, my little sexbot, I’m already ahead of you on that one.”
The following Friday, I stepped into Nick’s shop, the familiar chime of the bell sending a thrill through me. The memory of my last escapade—performing alongside Unit E-005 for the client in the hotel—still buzzed in my veins, fueling my desire to dive deeper into the fantasy. I’d been thinking about it all week, the complete surrender of being Unit E-001, just another sexbot in Nick’s inventory. Today, I wanted more—not just a night or two, but several days of total immersion, my identity submerged in the role.
Nick was waiting behind the counter, his grin warm but cautious as he sensed the intensity in my expression. “Back for more, Em?” he asked, holding up the matte-black collar, its silver accents gleaming in the morning light.
“Nick,” I said, my voice steady but charged with excitement, “I want to be Unit E-001 again, fully controlled, for the next few days. Put me on display, store me with the others, and make me available to selected clients. No special treatment—just treat me like any other sexbot. I want to live this fantasy completely.”
His eyebrows lifted, but his grin widened, a mix of admiration and concern in his eyes. “You’re really going all in, Em. You sure about this? Multiple clients, full system control, for days?”
“Absolutely,” I replied, my pulse quickening. “I want to feel it—every moment, every command. Let me be your bot, Nick, and let the system decide what I do.”
He nodded, his expression softening. “Alright, my special little sexbot. Let’s make it happen. From this moment on, you’re Unit E-001, part of the inventory.”
He fastened the collar around my neck. I loved the feeling of its familiar weight as the blue LEDs pulsed to life. The neural interface kicked in, smoothing my movements into robotic precision, my mind clear but my body under the system’s guidance. Nick led me to the dressing machine, its scanners humming as they swept over me.
“For the shop display, we’ll go bold but versatile,” Nick said, tapping the machine’s control panel. “Something that screams high-end sexbot but works for any client’s taste.”
The machine whirred, crafting a sleek, silver latex dress with black accents that clung to my curves like liquid metal that gave it a futuristic edge, while the black fishnet stockings held up by matching black garters added a provocative flair. Silver metallic gloves that reached up to just above my elbows completed the sexbot look. My short hair was swept into a tight, high bun, and subtle makeup enhanced my robotic sheen. Nick’s logo and a scannable barcode gleamed across my chest, marking me as one of his creations.
I caught my reflection in a mirror and felt a surge of exhilaration—I was Unit E-001, a perfect sexbot, ready to be displayed and rented. “Unit E-001 operational,” I said, my voice now robotic.
He guided me to one of the new display stands that lit up when I stepped on it. The system then took over the positioning of my body, directing me to stand there with my arms by my side, posed and on display for the customers that entered the shop. Behind me were other sexbots, each of them standing perfectly still on the new display panels. With the system's control, I now had no need for the stand that I used to be fastened to, but the drawback was that I had no pleasurable sensations from the motor as the display spun me around.
But this was part of the new investment that Nick’s new business partner had made, the same client that I had entertained twice now; it seemed that my efforts had paid off for Nick. This pleased me greatly as Nick had done a lot for me and had indulged me in my fantasies. But at this moment, I couldn’t show or express how I felt; I was now just another sexbot on display, like I had asked to be, and I knew that Nick would fully honour that agreement.
The customers who entered the shop paused briefly to admire the “new model” in the silver dress; their eyes traced the sleek lines of my outfit, and I enjoyed the illusion, feeling like a prized object, a creation designed for desire. Some scanned the barcode with their phones, while others reached out and touched the latex dress and parts of my body, examining both and marvelling at my lifelike form. Each stare and touch fed my fantasy, making me feel like just another sexbot in Nick’s inventory.
Nick again made his pitch as the perfect salesman, chatting with customers. “Our latest Emma-model,” I heard him say, gesturing toward me. “Fully programmable, ideal for any scenario—companionship, entertainment, you name it.” My heart raced at the words, knowing I was the centrepiece, yet indistinguishable from the other bots.
By mid-afternoon, a new client entered the shop—a middle-aged businesswoman, her tailored suit and confident stride marking her as someone used to getting what she wanted. Her eyes locked onto me on the display stand, a slow smile spreading across her face. She approached Nick, her voice calm but decisive. “This one,” she said, pointing at me. “I’m in town for the weekend, and I want her for two days—full companion package, responsive and adaptable. Can you make it happen?”
Nick nodded, his manner professional but with a subtle glance at me, ensuring I was still on board. The collar limited my expression to a serene smile, but my mind was alight with excitement—this was exactly what I’d asked for. “Unit E-001 is available,” he said, handing her a tablet with my programmed settings. “She’s yours from now until Sunday noon. Anything specific you’d like programmed?”
The woman’s smile turned playful. “I want her responsive, attentive, with… intimate capabilities. Lesbian protocols, if you have them. I’ll take her to my hotel now.”
Nick tapped his tablet, adjusting my settings. “Done. Unit E-001, initiate companion protocol, sapphic settings activated.”
“Confirmed, companion protocol activated,” I said, my voice a smooth monotone.
Nick released me from the stand, my heels clicking as I stepped down. The woman’s eyes roamed over my silver mini-dress, clearly pleased, and I felt a thrill at being chosen, rented, just another bot for her pleasure.
Nick watched as I followed the woman out of the shop, my movements guided by the collar’s neural interface. I caught a glimpse of his expression—businesslike but with a flicker of curiosity, wondering what I was thinking as I left with a stranger. Inside, I was buzzing with exhilaration, ready to live the fantasy fully, to be Unit E-001 for the next two days.
The woman led me to a limo waiting outside, the female chauffeur opening the door for us to enter, and we drove to a luxurious hotel downtown, its marble lobby gleaming under chandeliers. In the elevator to her suite, she studied me, her fingers brushing the latex of my catsuit. “You’re exquisite,” she murmured, her voice low. “Let’s see how well you perform, Unit E-001.”
Her suite was a vision of elegance—soft lighting, a sprawling bed, and a view of the city skyline. She poured herself a glass of wine and settled onto a plush sofa, her eyes never leaving me. “Unit E-001, initiate intimate protocol,” she commanded, her tone firm but warm.
“Intimate protocol activated, Mistress”, I replied, my body moving smoothly under the collar’s control. I approached her, my heels clicking softly, and knelt before her, my hands resting lightly on her soft, warm thighs. The system guided my movements, directing me to lean in, my lips gently brushing her neck, teasing her in just the right spots, as my fingers began tracing the contours of her body. Her breath hitched, and she smiled, clearly pleased with my responsiveness.
The night unfolded in a haze of commands and sensations. The collar’s lesbian protocols made my actions precise yet sensual, my hands and lips exploring her entire body with programmed expertise. She directed me with confidence, sometimes using the tablet to adjust my settings—slower, more teasing, or bolder and more intense. Each command deepened my surrender, the silver dress amplifying every touch, the collar’s pulse keeping me locked in the role of a sexbot. My mind loved the anonymity, the thrill of being her object, her rented companion.
The next day, the woman treated me as both a pleasure model and a companion. She took me to a high-end restaurant, my silver latex dress drawing stares as I walked beside her, my movements graceful and robotic. The collar ensured I responded to her every command—holding her arm, smiling serenely, engaging in light conversation programmed for charm. To the world, I was her sexbot, a high-end accessory, and I loved every second of it, the objectification feeding my fantasy.
Back at the hotel, she issued more intimate commands, directing me to pleasure her again, the collar guiding my every move. She was very demanding but respectful, clearly enjoying the illusion of my being a machine, and I leaned into it, my mind buzzing with the thrill of serving her. By Sunday morning, as we prepared to return to the shop, she looked at me with a satisfied smile. “You’re perfect, Unit E-001,” she said, brushing a finger along my barcode. “I’ll be back for you next time I’m in town.”
“Thank you, Mistress, Unit E-001 is pleased to have served you,” I replied, my serene expression masking the exhilaration coursing through me.
Back at Nick’s shop, she handed the tablet back to Nick, praising my performance. “She’s exceptional, I’m really pleased with the bot's performance,” she told him. “Well worth the cost.” Nick nodded, his eyes flicking to me with a hidden warmth as he guided me to the storage room. He secured me in my padded slot, the straps closing around my ankles, waist, and neck, the silver dress creaking softly.
“Unit E-001, enter low-power mode,” he said, tapping his tablet. The LEDs dimmed, and the neural interface shifted to a calming feedback loop, keeping me still but alert. As he turned to leave, I caught his eye, my expression limited but my gaze sparkling with excitement.
Once alone in the storage room, surrounded by the other Emma-bots, I let my mind wander. The weekend had been everything I’d wanted—being rented, serving, living as a sexbot. The woman’s commands, her touch, the way she saw me as just another bot—it had been intoxicating. And I wasn’t ready to stop.
When Nick returned later that evening to check on me, I spoke before he could deactivate the collar. “Nick,” I said, my voice soft but determined, the robotic lilt still present, “I want to continue to stay as Unit E-001 for the rest of the week. Keep me in the inventory and available for rent to your clients. I want to keep living this fantasy.”
He hesitated, his expression a mix of concern and admiration. “A whole week, Em? That’s a lot—with multiple clients, remaining under full system control. You’re sure you can handle it?”
“I’m sure,” I replied, the collar keeping my posture perfect. “This is what I want, Nick. Let me be your sexbot, just another unit. Please.”
He studied me for a moment, then nodded, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Alright, Unit E-001. You’re in the lineup for the week. I’ll select the clients carefully, and the system’s encryption is airtight. You’ll be safe, but you’ll feel like just another bot.”
The week as Unit E-001 was a blur of electric surrender, each day deepening my immersion in the fantasy of being just another sexbot in Nick’s inventory. From the moment I stepped into the shop, I’d given myself over to the role completely. Displayed, I drew stares with my sleek, robotic form, the barcode on my chest scanned by curious customers, their stares feeding my craving to be seen as an object, a creation designed for desire.
Each evening, Nick sent me out to carefully vetted clients, my body under the collar’s full control, my mind alive with the thrill of anonymity. Each time I was dressed by the machine to suit the client's needs, sometimes tight-fitting latex, other times more softer materials or even more intimate apparel that displayed my body. Each time I looked forward to seeing what I was dressed like, and wondered what the client wanted from me.
The clients were varied, each pushing the boundaries of my fantasy in their own way. A young tech entrepreneur had me accompany him to a private club, my programmed charm and wit tailored to his world of fast talk and faster deals. Later, I went back to his hotel room, where more personal desires took place. The next night, I was rented out to an older man, gentle but commanding, who kept me in his hotel suite, his orders intimate and precise, the collar guiding my every touch.
A couple rented me the next night, they seemed to be bold and experimental, and requested a performance that echoed my duet with Unit E-005, but with the wife instead of the other sexbot, and I obeyed, their hands exploring my body as I moved in sync with their desires. The ultimate ending of the night was a three-way between myself and the couple, while I was pleasuring her with my mouth, the husband was pushing himself deeply into my warm, wet and wanting hole, bringing out some wonderful orgasms.
But each interaction seemed to strip away another layer of Emma, leaving only Unit E-001, a sexbot existing to serve, to please, to be used. Every night, when I returned to the shop, Nick secured me in my padded slot in the storage room alongside the other Emma-bots. The quiet hum of the climate control lulled me into a serene state, my mind replaying the day’s commands, the clients’ touches, the delicious surrender of being just another bot. I felt a strange kinship with the other Emma-bots, their dormant forms mirroring mine, their LEDs dark but their presence a reminder of my place in Nick’s world.
By Thursday evening, as the week neared its end, I was buzzing with a mix of exhilaration and contentment. The constant cycle of display, service, and storage had become a rhythm I craved, each moment reinforcing the illusion that I was nothing more than just another machine. But as Nick released me from my slot that night, his expression soft but searching, I sensed he had something different in mind.
“Em,” he said, his voice low as he deactivated the collar’s active mode, the LEDs fading, “you’ve been incredible this week. A perfect sexbot, just like you wanted. But I’m taking you home for the weekend. I want you as my personal bot, just for me. You okay with that?”
I smiled, the latex still clinging to my skin, my body tingling from the week’s intensity. “More than okay, Nick,” I replied, my voice soft but certain. “Keep me as Unit E-001, fully controlled. I want to be your sexbot, just like I’ve been for the clients. Let me stay in the role.”
His grin was warm, laced with that familiar mischief. “Deal, my little sexbot. You’re mine for the weekend, and then we’ll bring you back to the shop to keep living your fantasy.”
He didn’t remove what I was currently wearing, a crimson latex catsuit or the collar, honouring my desire to remain Unit E-001. We left the shop, the city lights blurring past as we drove to his apartment, the collar’s faint pulse a constant reminder of my role. Inside, his space was warm and inviting, a mix of tech gadgets and cosy furniture, but tonight it felt like a stage for our shared adventure.
Nick set his tablet on the counter, its screen glowing with my programmed settings. “Unit E-001, initiate intimate protocol,” he said, his voice low and commanding, his eyes sparkling with desire.
“Intimate protocol activated, Master”, I replied, my voice a smooth monotone as the collar took over, guiding my movements into that robotic grace I loved. I stepped toward him, my heels clicking softly, my hands resting lightly on his chest. The crimson latex gleamed under the soft lighting, and Nick’s gaze traced every curve, his expression a mix of admiration and possession.
The weekend unfolded in a haze of commands and sensations, Nick treating me as his own personal sexbot with the same authority he used in the shop. He used the tablet to adjust my settings—sometimes slow and sensual, other times bold and intense—my body responding with programmed precision. “Unit E-001, assume display pose,” he’d say, and I’d strike a stance, hands on hips, head tilted, the perfect pleasure model. Or, “Initiate oral protocol,” and the collar would guide my movements, my lips moving with deliberate grace, amplifying every sensation.
Each command deepened my surrender, the line between Emma and Unit E-001 blurring completely. Nick’s hands explored the latex, his voice shaped my actions, and I revelled in being his creation, his object, his sexbot. At night, he didn’t store me like in the shop, but he kept the collar on, setting it to low-power mode as we lay tangled together, the LEDs casting a soft blue glow across his bedroom. I felt cherished yet owned, a machine designed solely for his pleasure, and the thought sent a warm thrill through me.
By Sunday evening, as we lay in the quiet aftermath, Nick deactivated the collar’s active mode, the LEDs fading. He pulled me close, his arms grounding me, his breath soft against my hair. “You’re incredible, Em,” he murmured. “My perfect sexbot. But I need to know—are you happy like this? Living as Unit E-001?”
I nestled into him, the crimson catsuit still clinging to my skin, unwilling to shed it just yet. “I’m more than happy, Nick,” I said, my voice soft but certain. “This week, this weekend—it’s been everything I wanted. Being your bot, serving clients, being just another unit… It’s freeing, in a way I can’t explain. I want to keep going. Take me back to the shop, keep me in the inventory, let me serve more clients. I’m not yet ready to stop.”
His eyes searched mine, a mix of concern and admiration. “You’re sure? I can keep you as Unit E-001 for as long as you want, but I want to make sure you’re okay with it, Em. This could be overwhelming for you. I want to make sure that you understand what you’re getting into.”
“I’m sure, and I understand your concerns, but I really love the feeling I get from being a sexbot, the total surrender, the loss of control, and being treated like I was just another object, something to be used and then discarded,” I replied, a playful smile tugging at my lips. “I really want to keep it going—put me back on display, send me out, store me with the others. I want to live this for a while longer, as long as it feels right and that you’re happy to have me.”
He kissed my forehead, his grin returning. “Of course I’m happy, having you and the other Emma-bots have changed everything about my business, I’ve already ordered some more Emma-bots to fulfill the orders that are coming in. Things are changing in the business. Thanks to you meeting with that important client, I can operate how I wanted the shop to run. I want to automate the rentals of the sexbots, and have the units operate on voice commands instead of the tablets. You’ve made that possible, so how can I say no to you remaining as my sexbot.”
“Well, I’m pleased that I’ve been able to change things for you. I never thought that my little fantasy of being just another sexbot could lead to this. I’m very happy to have been a part of that, and hopefully I can help. That’s if you’ll have me.” I replied, “I just want you to keep me as a sexbot, use me, display me, rent me out, but most of all I want you to treat me like I was nothing more than just part of the store's inventory.”
“Alright, my little bot. Well, back to the shop it is then, and I promise that I will keep you as one of the sexbots, and treat you the same as them for as long as you want, agreed?” To which I just nodded my head.
Monday morning, we returned to the shop, the familiar chime of the bell greeting us. I followed Nick inside, the systems controlling my movements just as I wanted. I was just another sexbot returning to the shop. Nick had me step into the dressing machine, refreshing the catsuit to ensure it gleamed like new. The collar had remained on all weekend. Nick had activated it before we left his apartment, its LEDs glowing as the neural interface controlled my body, locking me into the role of Unit E-001, but my mind was free to wonder what the day would bring.
Nick placed me on the new central display stand, the light under me coming on and presenting me to the shop’s growing crowd. Customers milled around, their eyes drawn to the latex-clad sexbot, their hands brushing the latex, their questions about “the Emma-model” fueling my excitement.
Over the next few days, Nick sent me out to more clients, each experience pushing my fantasy further. A young woman requested a companion for a gallery opening, my programmed charm captivating her social circle. I was dressed in a black latex mini-dress, with sheer stockings, and black high-heels, which turned heads in the gallery. Then, the next day, a businessman wanted a private performance in his penthouse, the collar guiding me through intimate protocols with flawless precision. Each client saw me as just another sexbot, their hands exploring my catsuit, their commands shaping my actions, and I loved the anonymity, the surrender, the feeling of being Nick’s creation.
Every night, I was brought back to the storage room, secured in my padded slot among the other Emma-bots. The pod was now adjusted for my more normal non-sexbot needs, feeding etc. The straps held me firmly, the collar’s LEDs dimming to low-power mode. As Nick adjusted my settings, he’d pause, his eyes catching the subtle smile on my face—a serene curve limited by the collar but unmistakable. He could see I was enjoying myself, thriving in the role of Unit E-001, and it reassured him.
One night, as he fastened the straps, he leaned in, his voice soft. “You’re glowing, Em. Even as a bot, I can tell you’re happy. This is really what you want, isn’t it?”
“Unit E-001, pleased to serve, my Master”, I replied, my robotic tone playful, but my eyes sparkled with truth. The collar kept my expression serene, but inside, I was alight with contentment. Being a sexbot—displayed, rented, stored—was a fantasy that made me feel alive, free in a way I’d never expected.
By the end of the week, as Nick released me from my slot, he didn’t deactivate the collar right away. Instead, he studied me, his expression thoughtful. “You’ve been my star performer, Em,” he said, his fingers brushing the latex at my waist. “But I need to know—how long do you want to keep this up? Weeks? Months? I’ll support you, but I want to understand.”
I stepped out of the slot, the latex gleaming, my movements still faintly robotic from the collar’s influence. “I don’t know how long, Nick,” I admitted, my voice soft but honest. “Right now, it feels right. Being Unit E-001, serving clients, being part of your inventory—it’s like I’m living in a dream I don’t want to wake up from. Let’s keep going, for now. I’ll tell you when I’m ready to step back.”
He nodded, pulling me into a gentle embrace, the collar’s LEDs casting a soft glow. “Then you’re my bot, Em. Unit E-001, as long as you want. I’ll keep you safe, keep you in the role, and maybe sneak you home for a weekend now and then.”
I laughed, leaning into him. “Deal. But don’t go easy on me—I’m just another sexbot, remember?”
His grin was pure mischief. “Oh, I won’t forget, my little bot. You’re in the lineup, ready for the next client.”
As he secured me back in my slot that night, the other Emma-bots standing silently around me, I felt a deep contentment settle over me. The catsuit clung to my skin, the collar pulsed faintly, and the straps held me in place, a perfect machine waiting for the next command. I wondered, as I drifted into the serene calm of low-power mode, if I could do this for the foreseeable future—not forever, but for now, living as Unit E-001, Nick’s star bot, his creation, his everything. The subtle smile on my face, mirrored by the other bots’ blank expressions, said it all: I was exactly where I wanted to be.