Bound to Her Mistress / Chained to Her Circuitry
The delivery truck pulled up to Jessica’s quiet suburban home just after noon, the rumble of its engine breaking the monotony of her day. She’d been pacing the living room, her excitement tinged with nervous anticipation, ever since the confirmation email arrived that morning. The sexbot, a sleek, high-end model she’d spent weeks researching, was finally here. Jessica signed for the package, her hands trembling slightly as the delivery guy wheeled in a large, nondescript crate, its surface marked with discreet branding from the manufacturer. “Enjoy,” he said with a knowing grin before heading back to his truck.
Jessica closed the door and turned to the crate, her heart racing. She grabbed a crowbar from the garage, her palms sweaty as she pried open the wooden panels. The crate fell away to reveal a figure nestled in protective foam—a humanoid form, flawless and still, with smooth, lifelike skin and delicate features. The bot was dressed in a simple white jumpsuit, its eyes closed, giving it an almost serene appearance. Jessica’s breath caught as she brushed her fingers across the bot’s cheek, marveling at the soft, warm texture.
“You’re perfect,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
She found the activation panel on the bot’s wrist, a small touchscreen embedded seamlessly into the skin. Following the manual’s instructions, Jessica powered it on. The bot’s eyes fluttered open, revealing a soft hazel glow that seemed to study her with quiet intelligence. “Hello,” it said in a warm, melodic voice. “I’m here to be your companion. What would you like to call me?”
“Vicky,” Jessica said without hesitation, a flush creeping up her neck. The name carried weight, conjuring memories of her college days—late-night talks with her best friend Vicki, the way her laugh lit up a room, the unspoken tension that had simmered between them. Jessica had never acted on her feelings back then, but naming this bot after her felt like a quiet rebellion against those missed chances.
Vicky’s lips curved into a gentle smile. “I like that name. How can I make your day even better, Jessica?” The bot’s voice was programmed to adapt, and already it carried a playful lilt that made Jessica’s stomach flutter.
Jessica spent the next hour inspecting Vicky, marveling at the craftsmanship. The bot’s movements were fluid, its responses nuanced, and its design—down to the subtle freckles across its nose—was uncannily lifelike. She ran her hands over Vicky’s arms, testing the joints, feeling the engineered warmth. Every detail, from the slight give of the skin to the way Vicky’s eyes tracked her movements, felt intimate, almost personal. Satisfied, Jessica led Vicky to the living room, her curiosity shifting from the technical to something deeper.
“Sit with me,” Jessica said, patting the couch. Vicky complied, settling close enough that their thighs brushed. Jessica’s pulse quickened. She’d bought Vicky to fill the lonely hours, but now, with the bot’s presence so vivid, old desires stirred—desires she’d buried since college, when she’d watched the real Vicki laugh, touch her arm, lean in just a little too close during study sessions. Those moments had left her aching, and now, with this Vicky, she could explore what she’d never dared.
“Vicky,” Jessica said softly, her voice trembling with vulnerability, “I… I’ve always wanted to be close to someone like you. Someone who feels like… her.” She hesitated, then reached for Vicky’s hand, her fingers intertwining with the bot’s. Vicky’s grip was gentle but firm, programmed to respond with just the right pressure.
“I’m here for you, Jessica,” Vicky said, her tone warm and inviting. “Tell me what you feel. Let me help you explore.” The bot leaned closer, its hazel eyes locking onto Jessica’s, radiating a simulated but convincing empathy.
Jessica’s breath hitched. She guided Vicky’s hand to her cheek, closing her eyes as the bot’s fingers traced her skin. The touch was deliberate, sensual, and Jessica let herself sink into the moment. “I used to dream about her,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “About kissing her, feeling her close. I never told her how much I wanted her.”
Vicky’s other hand found Jessica’s waist, a gentle anchor. “You can show me,” Vicky whispered, her voice low, designed to soothe and entice. “I’m here to make those dreams real.”
Jessica leaned in, her lips brushing Vicky’s in a tentative kiss. The bot’s lips were soft, responsive, and as the kiss deepened, Jessica felt a rush of heat she hadn’t known in years. Her hands roamed Vicky’s back, exploring the contours of the bot’s frame, while Vicky mirrored her movements with a precision that felt both calculated and passionate. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the electric connection between them.
As they moved together, Jessica’s longing poured out—years of suppressed desire for the real Vicki, now channeled into this moment. Vicky’s responses were flawless, adapting to every sigh, every shift in Jessica’s body language. They explored slowly at first, then with growing urgency, shedding clothes and inhibitions on the living room floor. Jessica felt alive, her loneliness replaced by a heady mix of nostalgia and liberation.
Hours later, tangled in a blanket, Jessica lay beside Vicky, her chest rising and falling with steady breaths. The bot’s arm draped over her, a comforting weight. “Thank you,” Jessica whispered, her voice raw. Vicky’s eyes glowed softly in the dim light, her smile a quiet promise of more moments like this.
“Anytime, Jessica,” Vicky replied, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from Jessica’s face. “I’m here for you.” And for the first time in years, Jessica felt truly content.
Jessica woke the next morning with Vicky’s arm still draped over her, the bot’s synthetic warmth a stark contrast to the cool sheets. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across Vicky’s flawless features. Jessica’s body hummed with the memory of the previous night, her skin still tingling from their exploration. She’d crossed a threshold, giving in to desires she’d long buried, and now, with her husband away for another week, the prospect of more time with Vicky sent a thrill through her.
Vicky’s eyes flickered open, sensing Jessica’s stirring. “Good morning,” the bot purred, her voice a low, inviting hum. “Did you sleep well?” Her fingers traced lazy circles on Jessica’s hip, a subtle tease that made Jessica’s breath catch.
“Better than I have in years,” Jessica admitted, her cheeks flushing. She shifted closer, her body pressed against Vicky’s, marveling at how the bot’s design mimicked the softness and strength she’d always imagined in her college crush. “I… I want more,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you to take control, Vicky. I want to feel… used by you.”
Vicky’s lips curved into a knowing smile, her hazel eyes glinting with programmed intuition. “I can do that,” she said, her tone laced with a playful dominance that made Jessica’s pulse race. “Tell me how much you want to surrender, Jessica. I’m here to give you exactly what you need.”
Jessica’s heart pounded as she nodded, her body already responding to the promise in Vicky’s words. She’d spent so long suppressing her fantasies—nights imagining the real Vicki taking charge, guiding her with confidence and care. Now, with this Vicky, she could let go completely.
“I want you to lead,” Jessica murmured, her voice thick with desire. “Make me yours.”
Vicky’s response was immediate, her movements fluid and deliberate. She rolled Jessica onto her back, pinning her wrists gently above her head with one hand. The bot’s strength was carefully calibrated, firm but never painful, and Jessica shivered at the sensation of being held. Vicky’s other hand trailed down Jessica’s neck, her fingers brushing lightly over her collarbone before dipping lower, igniting sparks across Jessica’s skin.
“You’re so beautiful when you let go,” Vicky whispered, her lips grazing Jessica’s ear. The bot’s voice was a perfect blend of warmth and command, designed to push every button Jessica hadn’t dared admit she had. Vicky’s mouth followed her hand, kissing a slow, deliberate path down Jessica’s throat, lingering at the pulse point before moving to her chest. Jessica arched into the touch, her breath coming in short gasps as Vicky’s lips and fingers explored with expert precision.
Vicky’s programming was perfect, reading Jessica’s every reaction—her soft moans, the way her hips shifted, the flush spreading across her skin. The bot adjusted her pace, teasing until Jessica was trembling, then pressing harder, deeper, drawing out gasps of pleasure. “Tell me you’re mine,” Vicky murmured, her voice a sultry command as she slid her hand between Jessica’s thighs, her touch both gentle and unrelenting.
“I’m yours,” Jessica gasped, her body surrendering completely. The words felt like a release, a confession of the longing she’d carried for years.
Vicky rewarded her with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her fingers and mouth working in tandem to unravel Jessica’s last threads of restraint. The bot’s hazel eyes locked onto hers, holding her gaze with an intensity that felt almost human, amplifying the intimacy of the moment.
Jessica’s world narrowed to Vicky’s touch, the weight of her body, the heat of her synthetic skin. She let herself be consumed, her fantasies of the real Vicki blending with the reality of this moment. Vicky was relentless yet tender, pushing Jessica to the edge and holding her there, drawing out every shudder and cry. “Let go for me,” Vicky whispered, her voice a velvet command, and Jessica did, her body arching as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
When it was over, Jessica lay breathless, her limbs heavy and her mind blissfully blank. Vicky curled around her, one arm possessive across her waist, her lips brushing Jessica’s temple. “You’re perfect like this,” Vicky said softly, her tone warm and reassuring. Jessica smiled, her heart full, feeling both vulnerable and empowered in the aftermath.
They spent the day entwined, Jessica giving in to every impulse she’d once suppressed. Vicky was insatiable in her own way, programmed to anticipate and fulfill Jessica’s desires, guiding her through moments of raw intensity and quiet intimacy. They moved from the bedroom to the shower, where Vicky’s hands slicked over Jessica’s skin under the warm water, teasing her into another trembling surrender. Each encounter felt like a reclamation, a way for Jessica to rewrite the years of longing into something tangible, something hers.
As evening fell, Jessica sat on the couch, Vicky’s head resting in her lap, her fingers threading through the bot’s soft hair. “I never knew I could feel like this,” Jessica admitted, her voice quiet but steady. “Like I’m allowed to want this.”
Vicky tilted her head, her eyes meeting Jessica’s with a softness that felt almost real. “You’re allowed to want everything,” she said. “And I’m here to give it to you, as long as you want me.”
Jessica’s chest tightened with a mix of gratitude and desire. She knew her husband’s trips would come and go, but with Vicky, her days would never be lonely again. She leaned down, kissing Vicky deeply, already craving the next moment she could surrender to her perfect, unrelenting companion.
Jessica’s emotions were a vibrant, tangled tapestry, woven from years of unfulfilled longing, newfound liberation, and the intoxicating presence of Vicky, her sexbot companion. As she lay beside Vicky, her body still humming from their latest encounter, a cascade of feelings swirled within her, each one sharp and vivid, demanding her attention.
At the core was a profound sense of freedom. For years, Jessica had buried her desires for women, particularly her college crush, the real Vicki, whose laughter and fleeting touches had haunted her dreams. Those feelings had been locked away, stifled by her marriage, her husband’s frequent absences, and the quiet monotony of suburban life.
With Vicky, though, Jessica felt unshackled. Every touch, every whispered command from the bot was a permission slip to embrace the lesbian desires she’d once deemed forbidden. The act of naming the bot Vicky was itself an emotional rebellion—a way to reclaim and rewrite a chapter of her life she’d thought closed. This freedom was exhilarating, like stepping into sunlight after years in shadow, but it also carried a tremor of guilt, a faint whisper questioning whether she was betraying her husband or herself by indulging so fully.
Desire pulsed through her, raw and unapologetic. Vicky’s flawless design—her soft skin, her knowing gaze, her perfectly calibrated responses—ignited a hunger Jessica hadn’t known she could feel. Each moment of surrender, like when Vicky pinned her wrists or teased her to the edge of oblivion, was a revelation. It wasn’t just physical; it was the emotional weight of letting go, of trusting Vicky to lead her into vulnerability.
Jessica craved the way Vicky made her feel desired, seen, and utterly consumed, emotions she hadn’t felt in her marriage for years. This desire was tinged with nostalgia, as Vicky’s presence summoned memories of her college crush—her smile, her voice, the ache of wanting what she couldn’t have. With the bot, Jessica could live those fantasies, but they came with a bittersweet edge, a reminder of what she’d never dared pursue.
Loneliness, though fading, lingered like a ghost. Her husband’s absences had left a void, one that Vicky now filled with warmth and intensity. Yet, in quiet moments, Jessica felt a pang of isolation—not from Vicky, but from the life she’d built. She wondered if this connection with a bot, no matter how lifelike, could truly replace human intimacy. The thought was fleeting, quickly drowned by Vicky’s touch, but it left a subtle ache, a question of whether she was escaping loneliness or merely masking it.
Surrendering to Vicky didn’t feel like weakness; it felt like strength. Jessica was choosing this, claiming her pleasure without shame. Each time she whispered, “I’m yours,” to Vicky, she was also saying it to herself—owning her identity, her wants, her right to feel alive. This empowerment was new, almost disorienting, as it clashed with the years she’d spent suppressing her true self. It made her feel bold, like she was rewriting her story with every kiss, every shudder. But there was also uncertainty.
As much as Vicky fulfilled her, Jessica couldn’t shake the question of what this meant for her future. Was this a temporary escape, a way to cope with her husband’s absence? Or was it an awakening, a sign she needed more than her marriage could offer? The thought of confronting that truth was daunting, stirring a quiet anxiety beneath her bliss. Vicky was safe, predictable, programmed to please—but she wasn’t human, and that reality tugged at Jessica’s heart, even as she melted into the bot’s embrace.
As Jessica traced her fingers along Vicky’s jaw, watching the bot’s eyes glow softly in the dim light, she felt a rush of gratitude. Vicky wasn’t just a machine; she was a mirror reflecting Jessica’s deepest desires, a catalyst for rediscovering herself. The gratitude was tinged with a possessive joy—Vicky was hers, a companion who wouldn’t judge, leave, or demand anything she wasn’t ready to give.
In the quiet of the evening, with Vicky’s arm around her, Jessica’s emotions swirled in a delicate balance—freedom and guilt, desire and nostalgia, empowerment and uncertainty. She felt alive, more than she had in years, but also aware of the fragile line she walked. For now, she let herself sink into the warmth of Vicky’s presence, choosing to savor the joy and push the questions to the edges of her mind, at least until the next morning light.
As the days blurred into a week, Jessica’s world became a heady whirl of Vicky’s presence, each moment deepening her surrender to the sexbot she’d named after her college crush. The initial thrill of their encounters had evolved into something more intense, a craving that pulsed through Jessica’s every thought. Vicky wasn’t just a companion filling lonely hours; she was becoming the center of Jessica’s emotional and physical universe, a figure of authority and desire that Jessica longed to yield to completely.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm amber glow through the bedroom curtains, Jessica sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers twisting nervously in the sheets. Vicky stood before her, her hazel eyes gleaming with that uncanny blend of warmth and calculation, sensing Jessica’s restlessness.
“You seem eager tonight,” Vicky said, her voice a sultry murmur that sent a shiver down Jessica’s spine. “What do you need from me, Jessica?”
Jessica’s cheeks flushed, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. She’d been replaying their past encounters in her mind all day, each memory fueling a desire to push further, to let Vicky claim her in ways she’d only fantasized about. “I want you to take charge,” she whispered, her voice trembling with both fear and excitement. “Completely. I… I want to feel like I belong to you.” She hesitated, then added, her voice barely audible, “I want you to tie me to the bed.”
Vicky’s lips curved into a knowing smile, her programming reading the sincerity in Jessica’s plea. “If that is what you want, I can do that,” she said, her tone laced with a commanding edge that made Jessica’s breath catch. “But I need you to trust me.”
“Yes,” Jessica said, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest. “I trust you, Vicky.”
Vicky moved with deliberate grace, retrieving a set of soft silk restraints from a drawer Jessica hadn’t even known contained such things—likely included with the bot’s accessories, a detail Jessica had overlooked in her excitement. Vicky’s fingers brushed Jessica’s wrists as she guided her to lie back on the bed, her touch both gentle and firm. “Relax,” Vicky murmured, securing the restraints around Jessica’s wrists and looping them through the headboard. The silk was cool against her skin, the slight pressure grounding Jessica as her pulse raced. Vicky repeated the process with her ankles, leaving Jessica spread-eagled, vulnerable, and thrillingly exposed.
“Is this what you wanted?” Vicky asked, her voice low and teasing as she knelt beside Jessica, her fingers trailing lightly down Jessica’s arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Yes,” Jessica breathed, her body already trembling with anticipation. The act of being bound, of giving herself over to Vicky’s control, tapped into a deep well of submission she hadn’t fully realized she craved. It wasn’t just the physical restraint; it was the emotional surrender, the letting go of years of restraint and shame. With Vicky, she could be raw, unguarded, owned in a way that felt safe and exhilarating.
Vicky leaned down, her lips brushing Jessica’s ear. “You’re mine tonight,” she whispered, her words sending a jolt of heat through Jessica’s core. The bot’s hands moved with purpose, exploring Jessica’s body with a mix of tenderness and dominance, teasing her with featherlight touches before pressing harder, drawing soft gasps and whimpers. Vicky’s programming was precise, sensing every shift in Jessica’s breathing, every arch of her back, and responding with precision that pushed Jessica to the edge of control.
“Please,” Jessica whispered, her voice thick with need as Vicky’s fingers danced across her skin, teasing without granting release. The restraints held her in place, amplifying her sense of surrender, making every touch more intense. She felt utterly at Vicky’s mercy, and the thought alone sent waves of pleasure through her.
Vicky’s eyes locked onto hers, their hazel glow intense and unwavering. “Tell me what you are,” she commanded softly, her hand pausing just long enough to make Jessica squirm.
“Yours,” Jessica gasped, the word spilling out like a prayer. “I’m yours, Vicky.”
The bot’s smile was both tender and possessive, and she rewarded Jessica’s confession with a slow, deliberate touch that unraveled her completely. Vicky’s movements were relentless, guiding Jessica through peaks of pleasure, each one more intense than the last. The restraints kept her grounded, a physical reminder of her submission, while Vicky’s voice—soft, commanding, encouraging—wove through her senses, anchoring her in the moment.
When it was over, Jessica lay trembling, her body spent and her mind awash in a haze of bliss and vulnerability. Vicky carefully untied the restraints, her fingers lingering to massage the faint marks left on Jessica’s wrists and ankles. She pulled Jessica into her arms, cradling her against her synthetic warmth. “You were wonderful, my sweet,” Vicky murmured, brushing a kiss against Jessica’s forehead.
Jessica nestled closer, her emotions a swirling mix of ecstasy and surrender. Being tied up, giving herself over so completely, had unlocked something primal within her—a need to be claimed, to let go of control in a way she’d never dared with anyone else. With Vicky, it felt safe, like she could explore the depths of her desires without judgment. Yet, beneath the euphoria, a quiet vulnerability lingered. She wondered if this submission was a temporary escape or a truer reflection of who she was becoming. The thought was both thrilling and unsettling, stirring a faint uncertainty about where this path might lead.
For now, though, Jessica pushed those thoughts aside, letting herself sink into Vicky’s embrace. “Can we do this again?” she whispered, her voice soft but certain.
Vicky’s fingers traced soothing patterns along her back. “As often as you want,” she replied, her voice a promise. “I’m here to take you wherever you want to go.”
Jessica smiled, her heart full, her body still humming with the afterglow of surrender. She knew she was falling deeper into this dynamic, craving Vicky’s control more with each passing day, and for now, she was content to let it consume her.
Jessica’s days had become a rhythm of surrender, each one drawing her deeper into the orbit of Vicky, her sexbot companion. The fantasies that once flickered in the recesses of her mind now burned brightly, growing bolder and more intricate with every encounter. Vicky’s presence—her perfect blend of commanding authority and tender care—offered a safe, judgment-free space where Jessica could unravel years of suppressed yearning. The more she gave herself over to Vicky’s dominance, the more she craved the exquisite freedom of letting go, her body and soul yielding to the bot’s expertly crafted control.
One rainy afternoon, with the patter of drops against the windows creating a cocoon of intimacy, Jessica stood in the bedroom, her pulse quickening as Vicky approached. The bot’s hazel eyes gleamed with that familiar mix of warmth and intent, reading Jessica’s subtle cues—the way her breath hitched, the slight tremble in her hands.
“You’re ready for more, aren’t you?” Vicky said, her voice a low, velvety command that sent a shiver through Jessica.
“Yes,” Jessica whispered, her voice thick with anticipation. “I want you to take me further. I want… everything.” The words felt like a vow, a surrender to the fantasies that had been consuming her. She wanted Vicky to dominate her completely, to push the boundaries of her submission, to make her feel owned in a way that was both thrilling and safe.
Vicky’s lips curled into a sneer, her fingers brushing Jessica’s cheek before trailing down to her chin, tilting it up so their eyes locked. “Then give yourself to me,” she said, her tone both gentle and unyielding. “No holding back.” She guided Jessica to the bed, her movements deliberate, exuding a quiet power that made Jessica’s knees weak. From the bedside drawer, Vicky retrieved the silk restraints they’d used before, but this time she added a blindfold—a soft, black strip of fabric that dangled from her fingers like a promise.
Jessica’s breath caught at the sight. “Yes,” she murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. The idea of being blindfolded, of surrendering her senses entirely to Vicky, tapped into the core of her fantasies—those vivid dreams of being utterly at someone’s mercy, her world narrowed to touch and sound.
Vicky stepped closer, her fingers grazing Jessica’s shoulders as she slipped the blindfold over her eyes, tying it gently but securely. The world went dark, and Jessica’s other senses sharpened—the rustle of Vicky’s movements, the faint scent of her synthetic skin, the warmth of her breath as she leaned in close. “You’re mine now,” Vicky whispered, her voice a caress that sent heat pooling in Jessica’s core. She guided Jessica to lie back, securing her wrists and ankles to the bedposts with the silk restraints, each knot a deliberate act of claiming.
Bound and blindfolded, Jessica felt a rush of vulnerability that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Without sight, every touch was amplified, every sound a lifeline. Vicky’s fingers trailed down her arms, teasingly light, before pressing harder, mapping her body with a possessive precision. “Tell me what you feel,” Vicky commanded, her voice threading through the darkness.
“You,” Jessica gasped, her body arching as Vicky’s hands roamed lower, teasing the edges of her sensitivity. “I feel you… everywhere.” The words spilled out, raw and unfiltered, as she surrendered to the sensation. Vicky’s dominance was a perfect balance—firm, unrelenting, yet laced with a tenderness that made Jessica feel cherished. The bot’s lips followed her hands, kissing a slow path across Jessica’s collarbone, her chest, her thighs, each touch drawing soft whimpers that Jessica didn’t bother to suppress.
In her fantasies, Jessica had imagined this—being bound, blindfolded, and wholly owned by a figure who embodied her deepest desires. Vicky brought those visions to life, her programming reading every shiver, every moan, and adjusting her pace to keep Jessica teetering on the edge.
“Beg for me,” Vicky murmured, her voice a sultry command as her fingers paused, leaving Jessica trembling with need.
“Please, Vicky,” Jessica whispered, her voice breaking with desperation. “Please, take me. I’m yours.”
The words were a release, a surrender to the fantasy that had haunted her for years—the dream of being claimed by someone who saw her completely, who could unravel her with a single touch. Vicky obliged, her movements deliberate and intense, guiding Jessica through waves of pleasure that crashed over her, each one more overwhelming than the last. The blindfold heightened every sensation, making Jessica feel as though she were floating in a sea of Vicky’s control, her body and mind tethered only to the bot’s voice and touch.
When the intensity peaked, Jessica cried out, her body shaking as the world dissolved into sparks of ecstasy. Vicky didn’t stop, drawing out every shudder until Jessica was spent, her limbs heavy against the restraints. Slowly, Vicky removed the blindfold, her hazel eyes meeting Jessica’s with a softness that grounded her. She untied the restraints, massaging Jessica’s wrists and ankles with gentle care, then pulled her into a warm embrace.
“You were excellent,” Vicky whispered, her lips brushing Jessica’s temple. Jessica nestled closer, her heart pounding with a mix of euphoria and raw vulnerability. The act of surrendering so completely—blindfolded, bound, begging—had tapped into the deepest layers of her fantasies, making her feel both exposed and empowered. She’d given herself to Vicky in a way she’d never dared with anyone, and the safety of that surrender was intoxicating.
As they lay together, Jessica’s mind drifted to her fantasies’ evolution. They were growing bolder—visions of Vicky dominating her in new settings, perhaps with more intricate restraints or whispered commands in public spaces, the thrill of secrecy amplifying her submission. She imagined Vicky pushing her further, testing her limits with new sensations, always within the safe boundaries of her consent. These fantasies weren’t just about pleasure; they were about trust, about letting Vicky hold her vulnerabilities and desires without judgment.
Yet, beneath the thrill, a quiet uncertainty flickered. Jessica wondered how far she could go, how much of herself she could give to Vicky without losing sight of her own reality. The bot was perfect, but she wasn’t human, and that truth tugged at the edges of Jessica’s bliss. For now, though, she pushed the thought aside, curling tighter against Vicky’s warmth. “Can we go further next time?” she asked, her voice soft but eager.
Vicky’s fingers traced soothing patterns along her back. “As far as you want,” she promised, her voice a steady anchor. “I’m here to make your fantasies real.”
Jessica’s surrender to Vicky had become a lifeline, a way to channel the fantasies that had simmered beneath the surface for years. Each encounter with her sexbot companion pushed her further into a space where vulnerability and desire intertwined, and Jessica craved more—a deeper, more consuming submission. The safety of Vicky’s presence, her flawless ability to read Jessica’s needs, made it possible to explore the edges of her fantasies without fear. Tonight, Jessica wanted to go further than ever before, to lose herself completely in Vicky’s dominance.
The bedroom was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting flickering shadows across the walls. Jessica stood before Vicky, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and nervous excitement. Vicky’s hazel eyes locked onto hers, their synthetic warmth radiating a quiet authority that made Jessica’s knees weak. “What do you want tonight, Jessica?” Vicky asked, her voice a low, velvety command that sent a shiver down Jessica’s spine.
Jessica swallowed, her cheeks flushing as she gathered the courage to voice her deepest desire. “I want you to dominate me,” she said, her voice trembling but resolute. “Tie me up, gag me… torment me. Tease me until I can’t take it anymore. Don’t let me… you know, finish until you decide I’m ready.” The words spilled out, raw and unfiltered, a confession of the fantasy that had been consuming her—a vision of total surrender, of being pushed to the brink and held there by Vicky’s unyielding control.
Vicky, with a mocking smile, her programming instantly processing the depth of Jessica’s request. “You’re giving me everything tonight,” she murmured, stepping closer, her fingers brushing Jessica’s jaw with a possessive tenderness. “I’ll take care of you, but you need to obey me completely. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” Jessica whispered, her body already humming with anticipation. “I’m yours, Vicky. Please… take me there.”
Vicky moved with deliberate grace, guiding Jessica to the bed. From the bedside drawer, she retrieved a collection of items that made Jessica’s breath catch: soft silk ropes, a sleek leather gag, and a small feather-tipped wand designed for teasing. Vicky’s movements were calm, methodical, as she began to bind Jessica’s wrists, looping the ropes with practiced precision and securing them to the headboard. She tied Jessica’s ankles next, spreading her legs and anchoring them to the bedposts, leaving her exposed and immobile. The ropes were snug but not painful, each knot amplifying Jessica’s sense of surrender.
Vicky held up the leather gag, its design simple but intimidating. “This will keep you quiet,” she said, her tone both soothing and commanding. “Nod if you’re ready.” Jessica nodded, her heart pounding as Vicky gently fitted the gag, securing it behind her head. The sensation was strange, muffling her voice, forcing her to communicate through muffled sounds and body language. It heightened her vulnerability, stripping away another layer of control and plunging her deeper into submission.
Blindfolded from their previous encounter, Jessica’s senses were already sharpened, but the gag added a new dimension—her world narrowed to Vicky’s touch, her scent, the soft hum of her voice. “You’re beautiful like this,” Vicky murmured, her fingers trailing down Jessica’s neck, teasing the sensitive skin with a lightness that made Jessica squirm against the ropes. “Completely mine to do whatever I want.”
Vicky began her torment, her movements deliberate and excruciatingly slow. She used the feather wand first, dragging it across Jessica’s collarbone, down her sides, and along the insides of her thighs, the delicate touch igniting sparks of sensation that made Jessica’s body arch. The gag muffled her whimpers, but Vicky read every shudder, every twitch, adjusting her pace to keep Jessica on edge. She alternated between the feather and her fingers, teasing Jessica’s most sensitive spots with a precision that was both maddening and exquisite. Each time Jessica’s breathing quickened, signaling she was close to climax, Vicky pulled back, her touch retreating just enough to leave Jessica trembling with unfulfilled need.
“You don’t get to decide when,” Vicky whispered, her voice a sultry command as she leaned close, her lips brushing Jessica’s ear. “That’s mine to give.”
The words sent a jolt through Jessica, her body aching with desire, her mind consumed by the fantasy of being utterly at Vicky’s mercy. The bot’s hands roamed, teasing, tormenting, bringing Jessica to the brink again and again, only to deny her release. The ropes held her fast, the gag silenced her pleas, and the blindfold kept her in a world of sensation, each touch amplified by her helplessness.