Unit 6036 knelt on the floor, feeling the hard floor beneath the thin carpet through its taut, nylon droneskin. 

“ . . . Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four and twenty five. I think you did twenty last time, so I’m upping it to twenty-five,” said a voice. It was the Owner. “It’ll be the usual deal, six-oh-three-six: the orgasms will be suspended until I snap my fingers, then you’ll experience them all at once. Do you understand. 

“Affirmative, Owner,” Unit 6036 said softly. “Program accepted.”

“Then you can go ahead and deactivate for me.”

Audrey blinked and smiled at her play partner. “Um, hiii,” she said. “What am I doing on the floor?”

“Don’t worry about it, darling,” Lucy said. “Here.”

Lucy helped Audrey up. Her sub’s skin and hair were slick with perspiration. They had done a lot so far – and Audrey wouldn’t remember it until she got home. She patted the seat next to her on the couch and Audrey sat down, leaning into Lucy. 

Lucy put her arm around the girl, enjoying the feeling of her weight and warmth. Audrey’s long hair fell over Lucy’s arm and she smiled at the tickling brushes of hair on skin. Despite the afternoon’s exertions, Lucy could still smell Audrey’s vanilla fragrance.

“I can’t believe you have to leave tomorrow afternoon,” Lucy said. “It’s a shame we live so far from each other.”

“I’m just grateful I can spend any time with you IRL,” Audrey said, closing her eyes and nuzzling Lucy’s jaw. “Even if we haven’t gotten to do much of the stuff we talked about.” 

“Say, babe, do you want to sleep in tomorrow, or do you want –” Lucy began. 

“To do some hypnosis? Yes, please!” 

“ –To get brunch?”

“Oh,” Audrey said. “Brunch is good.”

Lucy giggled. “I’m glad, I know a place that makes a perfect eggs benedict. And the service is so good – you’re food comes like that.”

She snapped her fingers and closed her eyes, enjoying the soundtrack of her play partner experiencing 25 orgasms all at once. Audrey writhed and bucked on the couch, moaning and screaming as her body was lost in pleasure. As it subsided, Unit 6036 reported it was ready for programming and once again knelt before its owner. 

Lucy stroked her drone’s hair and began to think about how she could make brunch a much more interesting meal by far, especially if the “restaurant” was just her kitchen. Also, as she looked at the sweat and other stains on 6036’s droneskin, she should probably have the drone clean it before putting it back in the suitcase.

She looked at her phone and smiled. Yes, laundry was a good idea – but there was plenty of time left to see how many more orgasms Audrey could experience. Plenty of time.