As I crouched down and started to slowly gyrate my hips in a move that was meant to strengthen my body’s ability to fuck my owner in that same position, I find myself helplessly staring at the lifeless eyes looking back at me in the mirror. The combination of my tight latex outfit and my emotionless face gave me a robotic lifeless air that betrayed nothing of the deep pleasure I was experiencing. 

 

You might muse about why my surface features didn’t reflect my inner experience, and you would be right to wonder.

 

The answer is simple: I am a human puppet. 

 

I am no more in control of my body than a doll would be of the strings holding her up. Every muscle in my being now responded solely to the commands being constantly broadcasted by the collar around my neck.

 

If the breakthrough that landed me in this horrible situation wasn’t so goddamn impressive, then maybe I could have allowed myself to be completely pissed at him. But as it turns out, I couldn’t because the researcher in me is in complete awe at what he created. 

 

Ok sure... 

 

He DID use my research and warped it for his own gain, but still. It’s mind boggling to think that he was able to use my prototype to hijack the human body. Especially since my prototype was only supposed to map and record the data coming out of the brain, not influence it.

 

My idea was to map the human body’s proprioception, or kinaesthesia, and how it interacted with the brain’s directives to move.  Every muscle and tendon in our bodies contains metabo sensory neurons that act like gyroscopic sensors that tell us an incredible amount of information about our body’s position and movement. That, in turn, creates a sort of sixth sense that helps us walk along without needing to actively think about what each leg needs to do so we can put one foot in front of the other without falling over.

 

That sense of movement, which automatically corrects itself, is a process that robotics has been trying to replicate ever since we started to build robots. Gyroscopes and clever algorithms have certainly come a long way to recreate it, but so far, nothing has come close to replicating the grace of the human body.

 

And to me, that was the ultimate goal. To be able to develop an AI subroutine that could govern a robot to move with the same grace we are blessed with.

 

To do that, I first had to know how a human body can manage so much information without our conscious brain being required. The solution was a breakthrough in itself. I created a prototype that could detect and map every single nerve impulse that  interacted with the brain. I managed to fit all the necessary circuitry, sensors and emitters into a metal collar that I could wear. The field of detection it created could read and intercept everything going up my spine as well as the whole nervous system contained in my head without the need for me to wear a bunch of electrodes on my skull.

 

Like I said... It was a breakthrough in itself. 

 

It was a massive undertaking, but I was convinced that once I had a large enough data base, I would be able to decipher the body’s secret and artificially clone it. Making me the next big name in robotics. 

 

And as I built the prototype a few months ago, I was convinced that nothing could prevent that from happening! 

 

But here I am… Enslaved by my own invention…

 

Let me take us back and I'll tell you exactly how this happened to me.

 

I built my prototype and I calculated that it would take at least a month to gather and filter through enough data to start working on the AI I wanted. So for a month, I wore the collar 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, so it would gather as much data as it possibly could.

 

The thing is...

 

Patrick, one of my research colleagues, had a breakthrough of his own while he researched mine. Unbeknownst to me, he had hacked my data server when he learned what I was building and spent that whole month working on a way to create his own special AI program.

 

An AI that wasn’t meant to control the complex circuits and robotics of one of our more sophisticated robots, but rather, this AI was meant to control the human body.

 

Which was arguably infinitely more intricate than a human made robot!

 

I never thought it was even possible, but apparently, his research showed that the emitters and networking circuits I had built into my collar could also be used to reverse the flow of information.

 

So... Instead of gathering every nerve impulse coming out of my neck, the collar could be made to inhibit and replace them.

 

Effectively suppressing the host’s ability to control their own body.

 

At least, that’s what I was able to deduce with the information I was able to glean and the effects it had on my body.

 

At some point during that data gathering month, Patrick had gained access to my collar. He started to make his own recordings and modified the collar’s protocols so it would be able to control my body.

 

I still curse myself for not noticing his little experiments as the month drew to a close. Then again, he was clever enough to generate movements that were so mundane that I would have had to be paranoid to think it was caused by someone puppeteering me. 

 

Would you think someone was remotely controlling you if, as you were working at your computer, you suddenly scratched an imaginary itch on your face? You most likely wouldn’t because you were focused on your work and no one truly takes note of every little movement your body makes.

 

Now that I know what this collar can do though, it’s so damn clear to me what he was doing. 

 

After a month of constantly wearing the collar, I was more than ready to take it off. It was Friday night and I was looking forward to having some privacy to start working on phase 2 of my AI. I gathered my tools to remove my prototype, but as I reached for the screwdriver I needed, I lost all motor function and froze. 

 

At first, I felt like I was just hesitating or my brain was too occupied and tired to follow through. But those thoughts were washed away in an instant when my body sat up and stared straight ahead.

 

The feeling was... Disturbing...

 

One second I was in full control of my body and the next, I was completely cut off from my body. I couldn’t speak or move. I couldn’t even blink my eyes on my own! My eyes simply opened and closed in a very precise cycle that repeated once every 10 seconds.

 

I completely lost it! My mind went a mile a minute as I tried to determine what had happened. Was it a stroke? A brain aneurysm? A psychotic break?

 

I was freaking out, but to someone looking in to check on me, I probably looked like I was just deep in thought.

 

Let me tell you, inwardly panicking while not being able to express it was a mind melting experience. But... It didn’t compare to the feeling of trepidation I had when I suddenly got up to walk. No warning or clue why I started to move. I just… Did.

 

It was like being in your car, driving down the highway without a care in the world when suddenly, the car decided to drive itself and nothing you did changed the path it took. 

 

Nothing... 

 

And what made things worse was that you couldn’t even get out! You were stuck inside the car, doors locked and windows up, without any hope for escape.

 

All you could do was to sit there, helpless, as you sped towards a cliff and screamed helplessly as you prayed that the car would somehow decide to make the turn instead of driving straight off the road and plummet to your death.

 

In a split second, I became a prisoner inside my own body.

 

And no one I knew! Not a single person I met noticed my plight because I walked as naturally as if I was the one walking the halls. Which my analytic mind could appreciate even though I was inwardly hysterical as I tried to figure out where my body was taking me.

 

It came as a complete shock when I finally stepped into Patrick’s deserted lab and saw him look up at me, rubbing his hands in obvious satisfaction. I could see the screen of his computer and inwardly gasped when I noticed the AI interface and 3D model of someone walking on his computer screen. It all  came together and I knew, without a shadow of a doubt that somehow, he was the one that was controlling me. I had no idea how, but it was clear to me that he was. 

 

As if to drive the point home, I watched him type commands on his laptop and the moment he hit enter, I suddenly stopped walking to stand at attention. 

 

He connected my collar to his laptop and spent an hour seemingly updating it with a bunch of stuff I couldn’t clearly see because my eyes were looking straight ahead and not observing his screen. 

 

While he was doing that, my body remained perfectly still and relaxed as I panicked within the confines of my brain. I tried everything. Focusing on a part of my body... Quieting my mind... Willing myself to stop blinking with such a regular rhythm.

 

But nothing I did changed anything. I was completely cut off from my body and there was nothing I could think of to free myself. 

 

His computer finally pinged, which I took to mean that the collar’s updates were done. He looked over his screen for a moment before he looked at me with a devious smile.

 

He looked so pleased with himself! Which only infuriated me because first off, he had no right to do this to me, but more importantly, he wasn’t even talking to me! He treated me like I was one of his prototype robots and not as if I was one of his colleagues.

 

He eventually nodded and turned back to his computer. I heard him type for a moment before my body became alive again as I resumed my walk. 

 

I jumped… I ran… I stretched… I touched my nose with my index fingers…

 

He had me move each finger and toe. Each movement of my arms and legs... My waist and neck... Every single muscle in my body was carefully tested and calibrated.

 

He was very methodical and part of me, the researcher in me, followed along his test protocol and marveled at the level of control he was achieving. 

 

Which again, infuriated and astonished me.

 

I actually started to get accustomed to having my body move on its own, but shock washed over me anew when I suddenly started to speak. If I had any sort of control over my body, my jaw would have dropped in awe.

 

He had accomplished a miracle. There was no other word for it. A technological miracle...

 

He was able to take the mapping data I recorded and create a complete emulation of my person that could mimic my speech and make me say complex sentences. I felt like I was one of those machines mute people use to talk over the phone with. Just like Patrick was doing now, they just had to type in what they wanted to say and the computer spoke for them. 

 

Amazingly, I voiced his test sentences as if I was speaking normally. Well... Eventually at least... He spent a lot of time fine tuning that protocol so the AI wouldn’t mix different tones and emotions, but by the time he was done, my voice was almost seamless.

 

Which... Admittedly... Impressed me a lot because if someone tried to do that with different sentence samples, it didn’t always sound natural. Take Siri or Alexa for example, it took a while for them to sound more like a human.

 

I surprised myself by wondering if he was adjusting a copy of those programs to create my collar’s speech protocols or if he had developed his own.. 

 

Once he was satisfied that most of the bugs were worked out, he puppeteered me out of his lab and made me follow him out to his car. I had no clue where he was taking me, but once he parked us in front of a house in the suburbs, I quickly gathered that we were at his home. 

 

For a few hopeful moments, I thought that just maybe, he was about to release my body and try to explain things to me. That he only wanted to prove that his breakthrough could work and that he was sorry for putting me through such a mind melting experience. 

 

Which made me a world class idiot because if he truly meant to do all that, he would have told me the minute I got to his lab. 

 

Of course, I was completely wrong...

 

Once he had me inside, he moved me to his basement and made me strip. I still remember the cold panic I felt when I helplessly started to undress and I saw his leering smile.

 

I was so focused on the technological aspect of my situation that I never even imagined that he had done all this for anything other than the science of it all. Not that I didn’t know about Patrick’s more eccentric kinks, he didn’t try to hide his passion for sexy female androids and other such nonsense. We all had a passion for robotics and if you went by the desktop images he used on his laptop, he clearly had a healthy appreciation for sci-fi pimp up girl types.

 

Which was sort of lewd for the workplace, but then again, most of the researchers working at our company were eccentrics and hard core fans of more than one questionable sci-fi series.

 

This being said, I never dreamed that Patrick wanted to use technology to hijack a woman’s body. Much less mine...

 

Once I was naked, he spent an eternity examining every single inch of my body and for me, it was pure torture. I was held prisoner inside my own brain and there was absolutely nothing I could do about the creepy disgusting feeling I felt as his fingers explored my skin.

 

He touched and caressed me to his heart’s desire before he started to do a whole different set of tests. Without so much of a warning, my body came alive with intense sexual pleasure. If I had been free to react, I would have gasped and moaned as my body told my brain that I was being fingered. Which in itself was enough of a pleasant sensation to make my arousal skyrocket!

 

With another cold sense of shock, I realized that I had masturbated quite a few times while I wore the collar. Which meant that he had detailed maps of how I pleasured myself.

 

But not only that, I also realized that he had been able to record my actual pleasure. Somehow, he was able to map all the signals my body sent my brain while I experienced arousal and pleasure. At that moment, as the pleasure rose unnaturally fast inside my body, I realized that the collar could not only control my motor skills and speech, it could also control my senses... 

 

My pleasure... 

 

I was horrified that he could make me feel like I was masturbating, but I was also thankful that my emotionless features didn’t show the embarrassment I felt.

 

Of course, once he was done checking the feedback he gathered through my collar and was satisfied that his test was working, he stepped things up by having me sit on the bed. I tried to resist as my legs spread themselves to expose my pussy to him, but it was futile. Nothing I did could stop me as my hand slid down and started to actively finger my clit and pussy.

 

He was obviously calibrating or checking readings as I silently touched myself, which thankfully meant that he wasn’t looking at me. I masturbated for god knows how long and eventually, I stopped and sat still.

 

Only... The pleasure didn’t go away... 

 

I was dripping wet with need but mentally, I was still trapped and very fucking far from being aroused. I had never felt such opposing emotions before. My body clearly wanted to fuck... Bad... 

 

But in the confines of my mind, I was begging him to stop.

 

Of course, my protests came to nothing as it became increasingly clear to me that he had planned to enjoy my body from the start. After he was satisfied with the results of his test, he made me lie on my back and spread my legs. I didn’t consciously want to fuck him, but there was nothing I could do to stop him so I tried my very best to think about anything except the pleasure my body was forcing me to feel.

 

However, trying to ignore the man that is actively fucking your dripping pussy while your eyes are forcefully locked onto his… Well… That turned out to be quite impossible so I laid there, helpless and physically aroused out of my mind while he took me. 

 

And to be completely honest... 

 

Once the initial shock of the penetration subsided, the experience became way more pleasurable than I was ready to admit. The combination of his cock and the induced pleasure of feeling like I was masturbating sent me over the edge more times than I cared to admit. 

 

Which was another incredibly weird experience because my body didn’t react at all. I felt all the pleasure climaxed without so much as feeling my breathing change. I laid there, completely passive and relaxed while my mind experienced climax after climax. 

 

He finally experienced his own release and after he regained his composure, simply smiled and left me lying on the bed. I didn’t see where he went or what he was doing, but I could still feel my own phantom fingers on my clit. 

 

As the pleasure continued to assault me, I tried to come to grips with my impossible reality. 

 

A reality that became even more astonishing when he came back to plug in my collar so it would recharge. He caressed my cheeks lovingly as he told me how happy he was with how everything turned out. He then wished me good night and mused aloud about how my body would respond to the 8 hour sleep cycle protocol he designed.  

 

I remember thinking that there was no way in hell that I would be able to sleep with everything that had happened, but as I heard him type in his command, I felt my body completely relax as a wave of drowsiness took me by surprise.

 

As it turned out, the collar had recorded enough of my natural sleep cycles to be able to induce cycles of REM sleep.

 

It was so weird to be woken up from that induced slumber. I still couldn’t control my body, but I felt rested. I mean... REALLY rested... In fact, I had to admit that I had rarely slept so soundly in my life!

 

As I laid there, awake and waiting for him to finish his morning coffee, I caught myself thinking about the many and less perverted applications that our combined breakthrough could allow.

 

But obviously, those musing wouldn’t see the light of day any time soon because as he finally puppeteered me out of bed, it became increasingly clear that he wasn’t planning on releasing me from my mental prison.

 

In fact, as I knelt at his feet and watched him remove his pants, it became painfully clear that he planned to keep me solely to satisfy his perverted desires. I watched in horror as my hands came up and grasped his hardening cock. Gently at first, but as he started to calibrate my grip, my hands became increasingly dexterous as he continually fiddled with his laptop.

 

Again, I couldn’t help but be astonished at his programming skills.

 

It took him a lot less time to create finely tuned grip protocols than I presumed it would. His genius was undeniable, but it didn’t change the fact that he was using all that genius to turn me into some kind of sex puppet.

 

Once he was satisfied with my hand job protocols, he moved on to my oral skills. Normally, I rarely gave oral sex to the men I dated, but when I did, I prided myself on being attentive and talented. With an inner smile of satisfaction, I remembered that I hadn’t had a date during the month I wore the collar.

 

So as I felt my mouth open and I saw him aim his cock, I laughed in triumph because he hadn’t recorded me doing anything that could be qualified as a blowjob. And therefore, he couldn’t use it to make me blow him.

 

But after a few seconds of silent victory, I realized that I had underestimated his creativity.

 

After a few hits on the keyboard, my mouth closed around his girth and I started to suck on him. I was bewildered, thinking that maybe I had forgottenI had somehow sucked a cock while I wore the collar.

 

Eventually, I realized that I wasn’t sucking it like I usually sucked a cock and it made me realize that he didn’t need me to have given head while I wore the collar. Cold clarity came to me as I siphoned away because I understood. With his talents, he could just splice together all the other things I had licked and sucked.

 

A popsicle… My fingers... An ice-cream cone... A mailing envelope... The yogurt from my spoon... 

 

Anything and everything would work if he spent the time to adjust and adapt it to his cock...

 

And since he was clearly a patient man when it came to getting what he wanted, he spent the next hour doing just that. I went through every possible emotion as I knelt there, completely helpless as he had me go through all the ways I could lick and suck his fleshy shaft while he carefully calibrated my moves so it would be pleasurable to him.

 

Which eventually included me deep throating him...

 

I never saw it coming. One minute I was bobbing my head methodically along the top of his shaft and the next, his cock slipped all the way in without a hint of a gag reflex. The surprise was double fold because up until that moment, I had never deep throated anyone! 

 

Ever!

 

But because the collar controlled EVERY single impulse in my nervous system, I knelt there, cock buried in my throat as if I had always been able to take it without gagging. 

 

It was horrifying that my collar could achieve such control over my reflexes, but it was also academically fascinating.

 

By the time he was ready to cum, he was fucking my throat as easily as if it was my pussy!

 

He was too distracted to guide his AI program to make me swallow, but once he was done and caught his breath, he wasted no time to puppeteered me accordingly. As I swallowed his load, I realized with a certain amount of dread that if he had spent so long calibrating my oral skills, it meant that he planned to have me service him a lot going forward.

 

The experience was massively degrading for the proud scientist in me, but my rational brain pointed out that at least, it wasn’t physically painful. 

 

He had me feed myself before he puppeteered me to the shower. There, he spent a good deal of time adjusting the protocols I gathered I would be using to wash and shave myself.

 

Let me tell you... Shaving my intimate parts without being able to control my hands was nerve racking.  But like everything else, he made sure the protocols were properly adjusted and before I realized it, I had cleaned and shaved myself without incident.

 

He then had my blow dry my hair before I experienced another nerve racking moment when my hands began to apply makeup to my face. Remember me talking about praying you weren’t going to drive off a cliff? Well thinking about watching helplessly as your eyeliner comes at your eye without knowing if your hand will stop before you blind yourself. 

 

Luckily though, he adjusted my moves and there was no incident.

 

It was a grueling process, but he was eventually satisfied and had me follow him to his desk. There he surprised me by inducing my body to feel the same sexual pleasure I feel when I fingering myself. The sensation was incredibly pleasant, but at least it wasn’t overwhelming.

 

That is, until he decided to add the playback from the fuck I experienced with him the night before. 

 

Inside my mind, I moaned shamefully... 

 

He made me kneel next to him at his desk and activated the blowjob protocol he had created earlier. Through my haze of impossible pleasure, I still felt amazed that he could make me give him such a tender blowjob after just one calibration session. The amount of code it would take me to achieve the same goal was mind boggling.

 

As I sucked and licked, I came to the conclusion that my breakthrough had somehow made it easier for him to program such complex moves. I didn’t want to feel pleased that my own brilliance was helping him enslave me, but I did. I was shamefully proud to think that without me, he would never have been able to kidnap my body like he has. 

 

But then again, it was also intensely depressing to think that in some way, I did this to myself. After all, I hadn’t designed the collar to enslave people. 

 

I truly didn’t have a real reason to feel guilty about it, but being cut off from your body without the ability to communicate with anyone has a very powerful effect on one’s psyche. 

 

Thankfully, I had something new to ponder because while I knelt there, feeling like I was being fucked and pleasured, Patrick decided to craft different styles of blowjob techniques. Some fast... Some slow... Some with only my tongue while others included my throat.

 

I had to give it to him, he might be a perverted genius, but he still was a genius with incredible self control. He spent a full hour, cock in my mouth, programming and adjusting my collar so he could create the oral protocols he wanted me to have. 

 

When he finally couldn’t take it anymore and came down my throat, I realized that as much as I admired his professional rigor, it also scared the hell out of me. Because that same methodical approach meant that he wasn’t doing this to me on a whim. He had researched and planned for every possibility he could foresee. 

 

Which meant that I was truly and thoroughly fucked!

 

Thankfully, I was way too aroused to be able to properly panic as I drank his spunk and tenderly cleaned his cock. I wasn’t sure why he left those pleasure protocols running, but I appreciated that he had. Even as he patted my head and dismissed me to continue working on his laptop, I was grateful for the pleasure.

 

Because really... What else did I have to be grateful for? Being mentally disconnected from my body? Being controlled like some human sex puppet?

 

There wasn’t much to be grateful for so as I knelt there, naked and perfectly immobile, mentally latching onto the pleasure like it was a life raft, I was grateful. Which turned out to be somewhat of a good idea because it enabled my mind to cope with my situation. 

 

If only a little...

 

The pleasure was a welcomed distraction, but I discovered that like everything else, he induced it for a specific purpose. 

 

After god knows how long, I finally moved again as he turned his chair towards me and I found myself taking his cock in my mouth once again. I thought he was going to make me blow him again like I was some kind of blowjob sex doll he used during his breaks.

 

But it turned out I was wrong, that time at least…

 

After he got nice and hard, I dislodged from his mouth and stood up. I was a little disoriented from the relentless pleasure, but I soon understood what he was puppeteering me to do.

 

I turned my back to him and straddled his legs, bracing myself on his knees as I crouched down. I normally require a little foreplay before a guy can slip his cock inside my pussy without discomfort, but since I had been made to feel aroused for hours, his cock impaled me with delicious ease.

 

I sat down on him completely and would have moaned my lungs out as an orgasm ripped through my mind. The thing is, even if my mind was overloading with pleasure, my body was still being puppeteered to move along his length, which meant that the pleasure just continued to climb.

 

If it had only been me impaling myself like I was, without the induced pleasure, then it would have been a pretty boring fuck because my movements were pretty awkward. Obviously, he didn’t have any previous recordings of me fucking like that so he had to manually move me while also being distracted by the feel of my pussy massaging his cock. 

 

Little by little however, he adjusted my up and down strokes so I wouldn’t let him slip out and calibrated my hips so his cock slipped in at the angle he wanted. Then, he had my legs keep me in place while he made my hips gyrate and hump.

 

Just like with the oral sex, he took his time to recreate every possible move my body could make while impaled on his cock. Once he seemed satisfied that I could do a repeat performance, he had me get off and turned me around so I would face him. I straddled him again and braced myself on his shoulders while he aimed himself. 

 

His cock found its way back into my soaking depths while my face stayed a perfect mask of emotionless indifference. My eyes stared ahead to the corner of the room as if I was deep in thought while I felt his cock swell and flex with need inside me. As his hands stopped typing and began to caress my chest, I found myself thinking about how strange it was to be feeling so much pleasure while also not being able to express it.

 

Because under regular circumstances, feeling that much pleasure while I fucked someone would have had me moaning as if I was possessed.

 

Which I was! Only the thing possessing my body didn’t care to express the pleasure my body felt. Instead, it moved my hips rhythmically like some kind of sex robot without any outward sign of the mind boggling pleasure I felt. 

 

I didn’t want to enjoy it, not in the least. Patrick basically kidnapped me and was forcing my body to pleasure him sexually. It was wrong on so many levels that I didn’t know where to start!

 

Yet, as I felt his hands molest me and his cock impale me, I couldn’t deny that I was enjoying it. I definitely didn’t like that I was, but a girl can only take so much pleasure before it starts to mess with her head.

 

It was still frustrating to go from brilliant researcher to a remote controlled puppet, but at least it felt amazingly pleasurable. 

 

Once he finally came, he had me follow him to another room in the basement. In it, there was a bunch of workout equipment and Patrick wasted no time setting me up on the treadmill while the collar continued to make me feel like I was being fucked.

 

It was so strange to start walking, feeling the burn of my workout while my heart rate barely went up. I was able to push down the pleasure long enough to analyze how the collar was making me work out and I realized that it was only elevating my heart rate high enough to maintain my body’s needs.

 

Whatever else Patrick was doing with his breakthrough, he certainly wasn’t slacking off when it came to correctly taking care of my body. 

 

After I was apparently done with my work out, I found myself going for a shower. Which turned out to be the exact same routine I did early in the day. I cleaned myself again before I got out and went through the same routine as the morning. 

 

And all the while, the pleasure never let up because it was clear to me that Patrick wanted my body aroused and ready for him at a moment’s notice. I thought he would fuck me again as I came back to his desk, but instead, he had me sit comfortably in a chair next to him while he worked on my speech patterns.

 

Surprisingly enough, he managed to perfect it to a point where my speech became flawless. 

 

Which was weird because I could hear myself speak, but I had no clue what I was about to say. It became stranger still when he decided to work on his computer while he had me read the latest articles on robotics.

 

I say read...

 

More like the text was uploaded to my collar and the collar used my mouth to voice it. At that moment, as I talked aloud about a text I had never seen or read, I felt more like a robot than a flesh and blood human being.

 

By the time he made us supper, he seemed really excited about something and worked while he ate, which was obviously fine with me because I had never enjoyed a meal while also being fucked. The experience was… Despairingly… VERY pleasurable.

 

He put a pin in whatever he was working on while he had me clean up the kitchen. He even fine tuned my motor skills until I was able to actually wash the dishes.

 

Which was amazing if I stopped to think about the sheer technological mastery it took for him to puppeteer me into doing it. But it was also depressing because it told me that I would not only be made to service him sexually, but like a horny teenager’s fantasy, it looked like I was also going to be his remotely control maid. 

 

Respected researcher to puppeteered sex maid… My college friends would laugh so hard if they saw me like this.

 

Once he was satisfied that I could clean the dishes, he then had me follow him to his desk and sat me down in my ‘calibration’ seat so he could plug in my collar. He spent a good hour updating and fiddling with his laptop while I sat there motionless. All I had to distract myself from utter boredom was the pleasure. My world shrank down to those impossible sensations as my eyes focused on a bare spot on the wall in front of me.

 

It became rather fun to try and picture exactly what my finger had done to my clit to build the pleasure my body was forced to re-experience. I was even able to recall Patrick’s face as he fucked me. Trying to play back my memory in time with the recorded sensation of his cock going in and out of me. 

 

Surprisingly enough, I realized that I could because at one point, I felt the moment he jabbed hard and came, signalling the end of the loop before the fucking renewed. 

 

I was so engrossed with my distraction that I inwardly jumped in surprise and shock when he suddenly cried out in triumph. He unplugged my collar and rolled his desk chair in front of me, looking me straight in the eyes for a long moment before he took a deep breath and spoke.

 

“Puppet.” he said clearly. “Stand.”

 

I had spent the last 24 hours being constantly shocked and amazed by everything that was happening to me. So really, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when my body instantly obeyed his verbal command. 

 

But it did because up until that point, he had always used his laptop to puppet me around. As I watched his beaming smile, I couldn’t help but be impressed with his stunning progress.

 

“Puppet. Walk to the wall.” he said and I immediately obeyed.

 

There was no delay because my brain and emotions weren’t part of the process. My collar heard the command and it immediately executed it by hijacking my body to walk. It was as simple as that. 

 

Command entered. Command executed.

 

“Puppet. Go place your right foot on the bed.” he said and I went to the bed and placed my right foot squarely on the mattress.

 

The command was simple, but to obey it, the program had to adapt to my position relative to the bed and move me accordingly. From a technological point of view, it was massive! Especially since I continued to maintain my equilibrium while I stood there on one foot.

 

“Puppet. Assume position 3 on the bed.” he said and my body climbed onto the bed.

 

I had no knowledge of what position 3 meant, but as I placed myself on all fours and looked up, I figured that it meant ‘doggy style’. 

 

I couldn’t see him because I was stuck looking straight ahead, but I could feel him next to me as he caressed my back. His touch didn’t feel particularly erotic, but I was swimming in pleasure so to me, it felt pretty damn good.

 

He caressed my sides and cupped my tit, pinching my nipple painfully as he assuredly admired my body. I heard his pants unzip before I felt him climb on the bed behind me.

 

My heart would have raced in anticipation if my brain still had any sort of control over it. I felt him position himself, spreading my ass cheeks roughly before he pushed himself in. In my mind, I moaned as a climax ripped through me the moment his hips slapped my ass.

 

Have you ever spent a whole day fucking without reaching release? I sure as hell hadn’t before and as he started to pump into my dripping pussy, I caught myself edging him on because I wanted to feel another climax. 

 

At that point in time, as his cock pumped pure ecstacy in my veins, I felt like I was his lover instead of his unwilling sex puppet. I felt like crap for wanting it, but like I said before, a girl can only take so much pleasure before it corrupts her.

 

I got lost in the waves of pleasure and orgasms as he pounded me from behind, grabbing my hips firmly as he did. Again and again, I felt him go as deep as he could go, making my pleasure racked body explode. I wasn’t thinking straight anymore because I simply couldn’t. My mind was assailed with sexual pleasure and it completely prevented me from being able to think rationally.

 

Which was a welcome respite from freaking out when I started to think about my situation. Realizing again and again that I was held prisoner in my own mind while my body was used as a sex puppet was mentally tiring.

 

Pleasure was also tiring, but it was a type of fatigue that was a lot more palatable. 

 

I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that I barely registered when Patrick pulled out and moved himself in front of me.

 

“Puppet.” he said. “Execute BJ protocol 5.”

 

My mind couldn’t even begin to process what he meant, but my collar knew exactly what was required and opened my mouth wide. My tongue stuck out as my eyes focused on his glistening cock. Through the intense mind numbing pleasure, I had enough spare brain power to realize that his cock was covered in my own love juices. A fact that would normally turn me away, but as it was, I had no choice but to welcome it.

 

He grabbed my head and aimed his shaft squarely inside my mouth without so much as teasing me. He just impaled my throat as easily and as deeply as he had fucked my pussy.

 

I couldn’t breath as he jammed his pelvis against my nose and enjoyed the feel of my throat muscles as they tried to milk his cock. Pleasure still bloomed from my pussy and clit as he started to slowly face fuck me. Making the whole oral experience frustratingly more pleasurable than I ever wanted it to be. 

 

In and out... Deep and shallow... 

 

He took his sweet time to enjoy my drooling mouth as his grip in my hair allowed him to fully control the speed and depth of his strokes. My mouth had effectively become a warm sleeve he could masturbate with while I felt like he was fucking me from behind and teasing my clit.

 

The experience was… Less than empowering…

 

But…

 

Increasingly pleasurable…

 

As he continued to enjoy himself, I couldn’t help but feel amazed at the fact that  my throat was so utterly relaxed. I wasn’t gagging or gasping as the air came rushing back in. I wasn’t even feeling sore from the girthy intrusion.

 

Being used like that began to feel good. Really good...

 

And I hated that it did because I was trying really hard to remember that I hadn’t chosen this. That I was being forced to experience life as his sex puppet. I hated that it had barely been 24 hours and I was already falling prey to my own pleasure.

 

He verbally changed our position a few times and he finally had me straddle him on the bed. I had experienced so many mental orgasms by that point that my mind surrendered and I stopped trying to think about anything. 

 

I actively enjoyed the ride as he controlled my body to maximize his own pleasure.

 

I truly didn’t care anymore that he had kidnapped my body because all I could feel and think about was pleasure as my body robotically went through every fuck routine he had programmed into my collar.

 

Mentally and physically, I was completely exhausted so when he finally came and triggered an even stronger release, I lost consciousness. My mind shut down as the collar continued to milk his pleasure until he was thoroughly satisfied. I never registered that he had me lie down and activated my sleep cycle because within the confines of my mind, I was already gone.

 

The following day, he gave me a break from the pleasure as I fed myself and went through my new morning routine. Surprisingly enough, I caught myself thinking how relaxing it felt to be puppeteered through it all. The mindless fear of wondering if I was going to be driven off a cliff had been soothed away by Patrick’s careful calibrations, so I knew to trust my collar to get me safely to the end of my task.

 

So instead of panicking at the wheel, trying desperately to regain control, I felt like I was relaxing in the passenger's seat. Admiring the view as my driver expertly drove us to our destination.

 

I was still trapped inside my own mind, but the bars of my prison didn’t feel as cramped as they initially did.

 

Within the confines of my mind, I even smiled when I realized that while my body was manipulated to do all that boring stuff, I could probably send myself in a restful mental nap. Of course, I was freshly awakened from an incredibly restful slumber so I didn’t, but the thought that I could was somehow extremely comforting.

 

Another comforting, if not confusing thought I found myself musing about as my body applied some make up to my expressionless face, was to wonder how long I would have to wait for the expected pleasure stimulations to start.

 

As I walked myself out of the bathroom, I realized that I was actually looking forward to it.

 

A lot more than I thought I would…

 

My wait turned out to be short because the pleasure blossomed as soon as I joined him  at my bed. Feeling like you were suddenly impaled and pleasured as you calmly walked around was impossibly disorienting, but as the initial surprise subsided, I embraced it a little more eagerly than I wanted to as I found myself being puppeteered into trying on a bunch of sexy outfits that he had laid out on the mattress. The majority of which were made of latex or leather. I looked so ridiculous at first because he had a lot of trouble trying to use the right body sequences to put them on. He had to calibrate my moves a lot before the collar got the hang of dressing me properly.

 

It took me a while to process it through the pleasure, but I eventually realized that all the outfits he was having me wear had a theme. A theme that reminded me a lot of the robotic pinup girls I had seen on his desktops. Which made sense to my pleasure soak brain because if he was going to keep me around as a sex puppet, it stood to reason that he would dress me like his robotic fantasies.

 

I got the confirmation moments later as I bent down to pick up the latex skirt that apparently went with the top I had squeezed into. He verbally ordered me to freeze before he wiped out his cock and fucked me.

 

Right there in the middle of the room without any warning. One minute I was trying to dress myself and the next, I was being roughly impaled in a furious rhythm that told me just how arousing my outfits were for him.

 

Which frustratingly enough, made me smile within the confines of my brain.

 

It was a quick and animalistic fuck, but it still made me cum hard as the real physical pleasure combined with my constant stimulation. The freakiest part of it wasn’t that my body resumed its tasks as if nothing had happened, no…

 

The freakiest part of it was how happy I felt when his real cock impaled me.

 

It meant that I was getting more than just the hang of being his sex puppet, it meant that I was actively liking it…

 

As he continued to have me try outfits, tweaking the collar as he went, I mused about what life would be like for me as his robotic sex puppet. To my utter surprise, the only downside I could come up with was my obvious lack of freedom to further my dreams and research.

 

It astonished me that I didn’t view my forced sexual acts with disgust or fear. Yet, I knew why that was because every carnal action I took since he hijacked my body was soaked in intense mind melting pleasure.

 

Pleasure, I realized, I would never have felt if Patrick hadn’t taken control.

 

It was wrong…

 

On so many levels!

 

But the induced pleasure was making me feel like maybe, just maybe, being his sex puppet wouldn’t be so bad. I hated myself for thinking it, but like I said before, a girl can only resist constant pleasure for so long.

 

After lunch, he had me work out again while he slaved away on his computer. I didn’t know what to expect next as I finished my workout cycle and went for my shower and makeup routine. I came out and immediately went to find him at his desk so I could sit in my special seat.

 

He plugged in my collar and continued to work while I allowed my mind to focus on the loops of pleasure the collar induced. I did the same distracting exercise as before and tried to replay the fuck and masturbation sessions in my mind, trying to time them with the phantom sensations. It made me realize that Patrick was adding each experience, making the loop not only longer, but less predictable.

 

Which had the desired effect of keeping me nice and aroused.

 

I didn’t mentally nap, but the inward focus eventually sent me in a sort of pleasure trance as my world shrank to the carnal scenes playing over and over in my mind. It allowed me to relive them without being quite as confused as when it actually happened because all I was made to feel was the real physical pleasure I felt.

 

Instead of the combined effect of the collars meddling.

 

As my body experienced yet another loop, I came to the unlikely conclusion that even without the collar’s little boost, I REALLY enjoyed being made to fuck Patrick…

 

“Puppet.” he said, piercing my erotic revelations. “Get up and stand behind me.”

 

My body obeyed before my mind was fully back from its sexual meditation. I stood up and placed myself directly behind him.

 

“Puppet.” he said, cracking his neck from left to right. “Use both hands to rub my shoulders and the back of my neck.”

 

My hands obeyed, but since I hadn’t ‘massaged’ anyone during my month-long data gathering, my hands only rubbed with an intensity that mirrored the only thing I had rubbed in the last month: windows. My body cycled through the same moves I used back then. Needless to say, it wasn’t what he was looking for so he started typing on his keyboard.

 

Much like the first time I straddled him, the massage turned out to be awkward and obviously painful for him. But the more I rubbed, the more he calibrated my movements so after a few false starts, I was actively massaging his shoulders in a way that visibly soothed his aching neck. 

 

Eventually, he was satisfied with my hands and returned to working on the collar’s AI.

 

Which was a stroke of luck and a new sort of distraction because from where I was standing, I could dive into his code as he worked. Effectively getting a front row seat to the next part of his upgrade. As I read his code and applied my aroused mind to understand it, I had to admit that he was brilliant. The way he coded was nothing short of visionary. 

 

Not to mention the fact that as soon as a flaw emerged, Patrick easily corrected it.

 

As twisted as that sounded, it was awe inspiring to watch despite the fact that the coding genius I was admiring was also the code that enslaved me. I caught myself feeling grateful for the fact that my body snatcher had actually put in a lot of work to claim me. 

 

Just as he finished setting up the upload for the update, he got an email notification. I watched him open it and would have gasped when I realized that he wasn’t the one that had received the email, I was. The email header informed me that it was received into my email account. At some point, he apparently had figured out how to isolate my login information for my work email. With a renewed sense of shock, I realized that he had sent my boss a vacation request.

 

A request my boss had apparently accepted!

 

2 weeks… 

 

I realized that he now had 2 weeks to finish calibrating me. With what he was able to do within the short time since he took control, I dreaded to think how advanced, and life-like, the AI controlling me would become.

 

Would he really try to refine his AI until I could be sent into work with no one noticing? With the level of mastery he achieved with my speech, it certainly looked like it was possible. The interaction algorithms he would have to code alone would be a massive undertaking!

 

Then again, hijacking my tech to enslave me wasn’t a walk in the park either, so he definitely had the patience and brilliance to accomplish his goal if it were possible. 

 

He sent off a ‘thank you’ email and launched the upload to my collar before he leaned back in his chair and just relaxed into my massage. I could feel his shoulder get progressively softer as my remote controlled hands continued their work. After what seemed like an eternity, I got a reminder of what was in store for me when his computer booted up his screensaver. 

Image after image faded in and out of the screen, depicting a wide variety of robotic pimp up girls that were clearly mind controlled in some form or another. I even recognized a few of the skimpy latex outfits they wore because I had tried on a few of them already.

 

None of them were pornographic, but all of them were highly sexualized and left little to the imagination.

 

“Puppet.” he said suddenly. “Come kneel in front of me and execute BJ protocol 2.”

 

His voice broke me out of my dreadful contemplation as the collar moved me from behind his chair so I could obey. I hadn’t noticed, but it looked like he had freed his cock while I massaged him, which made it especially efficient for me because the moment my knees touched the ground, I leaned forward and engulfed him in on go.

 

My body began to go through a familiar routine as I realized how much better it felt to be verbally ordered around instead of just being silently puppeteered. It meant that at the very least, my confined mind knew what my body was about to do. Not that it lessened freakish factor of being hopelessly unable to stop myself form performing his desired sexual acts, but it did offer me a map to the next turn my driverless car was taking.

 

The vacation request was heavy on my mind and I tried to think about the infinite implications, but I realized that I couldn’t. I had a relatively good grip on my arousal while I sat and got virtually fucked, which allowed me to muse about my situation. However, feeling those same sensations while actively having a cock in my mouth turned out to be a little too much for me to handle. 

 

What can I say, I love cock and it always turned me on. That fact that I was sucking it against my will did little to hamper the additive effect it had on my arousal. Up and down I went… Licking and sucking away with an ease that actually made me relax into it. Numbing my mind as I enjoyed the endless edge of release.

 

My mind drifted to impossible fantasies of being fucked by multiple men as my surroundings slowly melted away. Some of those erotic scenes were romantic threesomes, but in others, the orgy was a lot more pornagraphic and lewd. 

 

Especially when my mind conjured up one about a girl being remotely controlled to fuck…

 

I didn’t realize it at first, but the more I got lost in the different fantasies, the closer I got to climax until suddenly, my mind exploded in unexpected release as I imagined my own. The shock of it sent the pleasure swirling through my mind, enhancing the pleasure I already felt.

 

The release was intense, but it eventually subsided. If only a little…

 

I barely had time to gather my thoughts as the pleasure climbed back towards another release as soon as I registered Patrick’s cock going down my throat. I was too disoriented to think and my mind latched onto my fantasies to explain why I was being face fucked.

 

The effect was exactly the same as being relentlessly fucked to multiple orgasms.

 

The difference was that the cock was nowhere near my pussy, which reminded me that I had never orgasmed from sucking cock. The experience was mind melting as the loop of pleasure and release trapped me in a spiral that prevented any sort of conscious thought.

 

Well…

 

All except one: I love sucking cock while being fucked.

 

The best part of it all was that I didn’t even have to concentrate on what I was doing and worry if I was pleasuring my lover correctly. There was something profoundly liberating about the experience. Something I hadn’t truly grasped before as I worried and panicked about my situation.

 

It was admittedly something I thoroughly enjoyed as he finally erupted inside my mouth. I was experiencing my own orgasm, but my lips and tongue never missed a beat and offered him every attention I would have been able to give him under normal circumstances.

 

By the time my mind was able to push down enough of my pleasure to actually register my surroundings, I had already gotten up off the floor and was sitting comfortably back in my ‘calibration’ chair. 

 

Over the next few days, I came to realize a few unavoidable truths as he spent the majority of his days with me either enjoying me or working on me.

 

First of which was that his work ethic, considering that he now had me as his helpless sex puppet, was impressive. Once the basics of my AI were finalized, he could have easily left it at that and kept me for his pleasure. However, he clearly wasn’t because I came to realize that to him, I was just as much a part of his research than his pleasure.

 

He spent literal hours debugging any hiccup he would discover as he programmed my collar to make me do more and more tasks around his house. He was relentless about it and to be honest, I was grateful he was because it gave me things to do. Even if I wasn’t the one doing it, my mind could engage in it on some level.

 

Which was astonishing to me because usually, my mind never thought about the chores I did while I was doing them. As a puppet being made to do them however, it gave me distractions to focus on because usually, when I was just waiting on the calibration chair, I would stare at the featureless wall…

 

Which was pretty boring.

 

Besides, I didn’t mind being puppeteered into doing all the chores because I wasn’t really doing them, my collar was. Plus I was being fucked the whole time and that made mopping the floor as much better experience than I could ever hope for.

 

A second unavoidable truth I came to understand was that he cared a great deal for me. Or at least, my body. 

 

After the initial weekend, he started to inspect and bath me at least once a day. He even spent time methodically oiling my freshly washed body to make my skin extra soft. I knew part of it was because he wanted his sex puppet to be optimal for his pleasure, but I knew it went deeper thant that.

 

His touch wasn’t business-like. It was soft and tender. Filled with hidden meaning. It could have been my over pleasured brain that imagined it, but the researcher in me that loved to be right liked to think that I was. Especially since it made me feel a little more like a person than a human robot.

 

Then again, I’ve also noticed that he takes incredibly good care of everything he owns, so it might be just that…

 

Another unavoidable truth I was faced to accept is that Patrick had incredibly high stamina and libido.

 

I never expected a man could fuck multiple times a day, but that’s exactly what Patrick did. It seemed like he just couldn’t help himself and enjoyed me every chance he got. My only true moment of sexless peace came when he forced my body and mind to sleep.

 

But even then, I could wake up feeling suddenly impaled with him already lying on top of me in bed, or waking up with his cock in my mouth because somehow, my mind had stayed asleep while my body was puppeteered to his room for a wake up blowjob like I was some kind of erotic alarm clock.

 

The side effect of being enjoyed was that I started to crave it… 

 

As the days went by, I managed my constant pleasure more and more, but only when I wasn’t being forced to pleasure him. In fact, the exact opposite happened every time his cocked seeked its pleasure from me. I had tried to experience mental orgasms while doing non sexual things, but I never seemed to be able to get the final push I needed to actually cum. Instead, all I did was edge me closer, which made me wetter and hornier than ever.

 

I’m not sure if it was the collar or my own need for a real cock to focus on, but I realized that I could only experience that special escape and release while Patrick was enjoying me. The side effect of THAT meant that it became increasingly hard to prevent myself from becoming a happy giddy mess whenever I heard Patrick order my collar to make me pleasure him.

 

My life had become nothing but pupeteered obedience, erotic pleasure and after 10 days of it, I started to forget that this had been done to me against my will. A part of me didn’t want it to be true, but I was forced to accept that it was.

 

Of course, I blamed the constant pleasure…

 

Because the alternative meant that I had secretly wanted to become a remote controlled sex puppet and my female empowering upbringing would never allowed me to accept that.

 

On the evening of the 10th day of my erotic ordeal, once I was done cleaning up the kitchen, I joined him at his desk and was ordered to execute  BJ  protocol 7. With programmed grace, I knelt between his legs and began the slow worship of his cock. 

 

I was settling into my own little mental world of growing mental pleasure when I felt an odd shiver go through my whole body. I was already lost in pleasure, so I decided to ignore it until I was done with my delectable task.

 

I bobbed my head slowly, savoring each inch like he had programmed me to do so he could fully appreciate the feel of my lips and tongue along his shaft. In and out it went, sending me further down the path that led to the climaxes I always felt while I sucked him.

 

“That’s odd…” I heard Patrick say. “Where did the feedback signal go…”

 

Much like Siri, Alexa or Google Chrome, I listened without listening because he didn’t use my collar’s AI name. I knew that whenever he had a specific command or question for me, he used ‘Puppet’ as a way to signal the AI to pay attention to his request. Since my body only responded to its name, my mind got used to almost always ignoring his mumblings unless he used my designation.

 

“Oh god… No no no…” he said as he started to click and type furiously on his laptop. “This can’t be happening…”

 

Again, I ignored him and continued to execute BJ protocol 7 because that is what I had been ordered to do. I rode each wave of pleasure as I sucked and focused on my orgasmic universe.

 

“Wait a minute…” he said as he stopped typing. “Why are you still…”

 

I felt him part the hair that cascaded in front of my eyes, but I didn’t react because I was executing BJ protocol 7 and nothing in that protocol commanded my body to react to his attention by looking up. So I dove deeper into the intense pleasure I felt each time his cock slipped deeper into my mouth.

 

“Puppet…” he said softly. “Stop execution of BJ protocol 7 and look up at me.”

 

Instantly, I stopped sucking and straightened myself up to look at him. Through the pleasure that barely started to subside, I saw deep concern invade Patrick’s features. I thought it strange, mostly because usually,  when he stopped me from blowing him, it was because he wanted to fuck me.

 

But as I peered into his intrigued eyes, I couldn’t detect an ounce of lust. He looked at his screen for a moment and nodded before he looked back at me.

 

“This is a little awkward…” he said with a nervous smile. “But huh… Amy?”

 

Amy? Why was he using my real name all of a sudden? 

 

He reached down and took my face in his hands. A warm shiver of pleasure went down my spine at his touch. He shifted my head left and right as he looked deep into my eyes.

 

“Amy…” he repeated. “Can you hear me?”

 

“Yes…” I said without thinking.

 

His eyes widened in shock and for a long moment I couldn’t understand why. But as he released my head, I suddenly realized that I had spoken.

 

“Pa…” I said, testing my voice. “Patrick?”

 

“This must be rather disorienting for you…” he said immediately. “But don’t worry, I found the glitch and already started the reboot sequence, which should be done soon enough. Once it is and the collar comes back online, this will all seem like a bad dream…”

 

I blinked a few times as I tried to understand what was happening. 

 

“Wait… What…” I said as I looked at his cock, feeling strangely uneasy about moving my own body. 

 

“I know this must all seem impossible…” he continued. “But I might as well tell you since in a moment, you’ll be back to being blissfully unaware. You see Amy… The short story is that I was able to use your innovative collar and data to reverse the process and…”

 

“Take control of my body with a revolutionary AI that uses my own kinestia system…” I said, looking back up at him. “I know.”

 

His jaw physically dropped.

 

“What?” he said, visibly surprised. “How the hell do you know about that?”

 

I frowned.

 

“What do you mean?” I said. “Of course I know. How could I NOT know?”

 

“Wait wait wait…” he said as he looked at his screen before looking back at me. “Are you telling me that you’ve been AWARE all this time?”

 

I blinked a few times as I processed what he was saying.

 

“Are you saying I wasn’t supposed to be?” I said.

 

“Kind of… Yeah…” he said. “Oh god… That means that…”

 

“Oh yeah…” I said with a smile. “I’ve been aware of every calibration you’ve made… Every task you’ve made me perform and…” I said, pointing at his deflating cock. “Every blowjob you’ve made me do.” I said, looking back up at him.

 

“Holy crap…” he said, visibly shocked. “I thought that when the collar took over and inhibited your system, it would also repress your thought process and prevent you from being aware of what you were doing.”

 

“Well it didn’t…” I said. “I’ve been aware and held prisoner in my mind since you turned it on.”

 

“Woah…” he said, clearly intrigued by this new development. “But wait… If you’ve been aware all this time… Then why didn’t you stop blowing me the moment the collar stopped manipulating your body? I mean… If I go by the data, you kept going all on your own for a full 5 and half minutes before I found the bug and stopped you.”

 

I blinked a few times as the weight of what he was saying fully sank into me, making my heart speed up and my cheeks blush.

 

“I… I was just… I mean…” I said. “My body… My body was just executing the protocol… I didn’t… I didn’t notice… Huh… The collar stopped controlling me… I just… Was huh… Distracted…”

 

Patrick chuckled as he leaned back in his chair.

 

“How about that…” he said as his cock flexed. “You actually enjoy worshiping my cock!”

 

“I…” I said, feeling my cheeks burn. “I mean… Sure… Of course I do… Huh… I did… I mean… Come on… You make me feel like I’m being fucked while I do it! So… Of course I’ll feel good… You know… Doing it…”

 

His eye brow lifted in obvious amusement.

 

“That’s certainly true…” he said before he leaned down and grabbed my chin. “But the collar stopped giving you pleasure at the same time it stopped controlling your body…”

 

“Wh… What? No…” I said as I stared into his smirking eyes. “I… I definitely felt it…”

 

He smiled.

 

“That was all you… Enjoying the feel of my cock in your mouth…” he said, caressing my bottom lip. “Just like right now… Once you fully realized that the collar isn’t controlling your body, you should have moved away and tried to escape. Maybe you should have surprised me by pushing me to the ground… Knocking me out even… Anything to give you the time you need to remove the collar before the reboot was done and my control over you was re-established. But you didn’t do any of those things. Did you?”

 

“I huh… “ I said, swallowing hard. “No… The huh… Thought of escape… Huh… Never crossed my mind…”

 

He smiled deviously.

 

“Of course it didn’t…” he said, still holding my chin. “Why would you want to escape something you clearly enjoy?”

 

“Enjoy?” I said softly as he released my chin. “I… No… I can’t enjoy this… This… This is wrong…”

 

“I won’t argue there… But that doesn’t mean you don’t love it. We all love forbidden things. I love to control you…” he said with a smile. “And you love it when I control you. The proof is in your reaction. Even now, you are clear headed… Pleasure free and yet… You are still kneeling between my legs, waiting for your collar to reboot and imprison you once more inside your mind. Knowing full well that moment it does, I make you finish the blowjob you started. If this had happened in the first day or so, I’m pretty sure your reaction would have been more sound and you would have moved heaven and Earth to escape. But now that you took the time to enjoy your new life, you realized that you enjoy it.”

 

He made his point by swaying his hardening shaft in front of my face, prompting my focus to shift down to it. I looked at its engorged veins and wet helm, realizing instantly that my lips had parted at the sight of it. For the last 10 days, his cock had become an infinite source of pleasure and the only key that could unlock my release. 

 

I couldn’t deny that he was right. Once the initial shock, anger and helplessness of my body’s kidnapping subsided, it pained me to admit that I truly enjoyed myself.

 

“It’s true… Escaping this hasn’t been on my mind for days now…” I said, tearing my eyes away from his cock. “However, now that you know I’m aware of everything and such…I’m wondering if you  plan to release me.”

 

“What do you think?” he said, smiling.

 

“I think… “ I said, trying desperately not to lick my lips. “That you huh… You worked too hard to get me here to simply allow me to leave. I think you want to keep me as your sex puppet…”

 

I heard a notification pop on his laptop and he glanced at it briefly before smiling back at me. 

 

“What a wonderful way to put it. I’m glad to see you can appreciate the monumental work it took to claim you. I certainly am not ready to give up on the benefits and rewards of all that work. I wonder…” he said smiling. “How does that make you feel to know that regardless of what you might want, I’ll be keeping you all to myself? No need to lie by the way… The collar is back online and recording everything… So… I’ll be able to tell from your body’s reaction if you are lying.”

 

I thought about it for a moment before I swallowed and answered.

 

“I’m not entirely sure why…” I said softly. “But even if I know it’s wrong, I feel aroused to know that you’ll keep puppeteering me…”

 

He smiled and I couldn’t help but notice the way his cock flexed at my confession.

 

“I’m glad you enjoy being my sex puppet as much as I enjoy you…” he said as he reached out his free hand and gently grasped the back of my mane, pulling on it just enough for me to look up at him. “However… Now that I know you are aware while I puppet you, maybe I should look into correcting that thought inhibition error. What do you think, Amy? Should I continue as planned and make it so you aren’t aware of anything? Or should I leave you fully aware as I continue to control and enjoy you?”

 

“No… Please no…” I said, trying to push down the sudden spike of arousal I felt at his tight grip. “I want to stay aware…”

 

He chuckled.

 

“I thought you might…” he said. “However, that implies that you accept the fact that I own you now. Doesn’t it?”

 

“Own?” I repeated, pushing down a surprising spike of arousal. “You… You own me?”

 

“Of course I do…” he said, leaning down close to my face. “What else would you call our new found relationship? My helpless little sex puppet…”

 

Another surprising spike of arousal and pleasure shot down to my clit, making it physically throb as I understood what he implied. I had to admit that as I looked up into his eyes, remembering just how dehumanized I felt as he puppeteered me around, I couldn’t deny that he was right.

 

“Ownership seems… Appropriate…” I finally said.

 

“I’m glad we agree…” he said, straightening up while maintaining his grip. “However, I want to hear you accept it…”

 

I swallowed hard as I tried to ignore the pulses of pleasure clenching my pussy with need.

 

“Yes Patrick…” I said softly. “You… You own me…”

 

I tried very hard not to moan as an unexpected spike of pleasure shot up to my brain as I openly admitted that I was Patrick’s property.

“Don’t worry my little sex puppet…” he said softly. “The world won’t know about our special arrangement… All they’ll know is that we fell in love and are going out together.”

 

“You huh…” I said, trying not lick my lips. “You thought of everything…”

 

“I did.” he said. “However, I realize now that your acceptance and awareness will go a long way to sell that… It would be easy enough to grant you limited control of your body when others are around… It would certainly be 100 times better than having my AI speak for you… I bet I could even use the collar to monitor your speech patterns and prevent you from saying certain words… After all… The nerve impulses creating speech can easily be anticipated and… Replaced…”

 

“I agree…” I said. “I would still be trapped inside my mind… Forced to say only the things that would help hide our… Huh… New arrangement…”

 

As I pictured myself, collared and puppeteered while interacting with my friends and co-workers, utterly unable to say or do anything about my body’s kidnapping, I felt intense waves of arousal I didn’t expect. Something about being made to be a conspirator to my own enslavement struck a kinky cord I never knew I had.

 

Or was that a subtle change Patrick was boosting with the aid of my collar?

 

“We’ll definitely work on that before I send you out into the wild world…” he said, smiling deviously. “That same awareness and acceptance raises other fun possibilities I hadn’t thought to explore…”

 

“What…” I said softly. “What possibilities?”

 

“Think about it…” he said. “Having you aware gives me the opportunity to make a whole new set of recordings to help me perfect the protocols I had to program from scratch. For example… Puppet, give me the best blowjob you can do…”

 

I had gotten so used to listening for my special designation that I felt myself immediately being snapped at attention as he said ‘puppet’. Obeying whatever command came after that became so second nature for me that my mouth immediately opened, prompting him to guide me down on his very erect cock.

 

I didn’t really have time to think and automatically started to suck out of habit. I had already been guided down and back up again a few times before I registered that the collar wasn’t controlling me. It shocked me that I had obeyed so quickly and that told me that without either of us realizing it was happening, Patrick had been conditioning me to obey every time he puppeteered with his voice.

 

My rational mind concluded that somewhere along the way, my mind had latched onto each command to anticipate what my body would be forced to do. It was a mental distraction that helped me cope with the disorientation of not knowing what my body would do next. However, in the process of memorizing each command and protocol, I had inadvertently conditioned my mind to automatically obey because in a strange hopeless way, I started to picture that I was the one forcing my body to obey the command.

 

Because…

 

In a warped perverted way…

 

It gave me the illusion that I was in control.

 

As I continued to suck his cock I wondered if Patrick would capitalize on my awareness and expand the unexpected conditioning I had endured. The thought made me moan as arousal shot down to my clit, making me realize just how much pleasure I was already feeling.

 

Had my body been conditioned in the same way I had conditioned my mind? Or was he activating the pleasure protocols while I sucked?

 

“Such a good obedient little sex puppet…” he said, caressing my head. “And would you look at those readings…The simple act of sucking my cock already gives you so much pleasure. No wonder you don’t want to escape.”

 

His confirmation that the pleasure I was feeling had nothing to do with the collar drove home the fact that I really was conditioned to enjoy his shaft. Speaking of which, it felt strange to be in control of my mouth as I tasted him…

 

After giving him so many blowjobs on autopilot, I felt like I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I usually had very specific protocols to follow and I actually had to fight the urge to slip into them. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t, but I suspected that I just didn’t want to disobey his command. A part of my mind tried to convince me that I shouldn’t, that I had to do everything else except help him.

 

However…

 

The arousal and pleasure that were steadily growing overruled those rebellious thoughts as it reminded me of the heights I had reached while he savored my puppeteered mouth. I almost smiled as I realized how pathetic I was. Not because I had been kidnapped and transformed into a pleasure puppet, but because I somehow allowed pleasure to corrupt me to the point where I consciously chose to be his remote controlled sex toy.

 

After only 10 days… 

 

I didn’t even try to deny it when he informed me that he owned me because to me, it made perfect sense. As wrong as it was for a human to own another, that’s how I felt as he gradually programmed my collar’s AI to puppet me as if I was a life-like robot. Maybe that feeling wouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did if he hadn’t made a point to have me feel like I was constantly fucked.

 

I would have maintained my anger and resentment and escaped the moment I felt my collar stop working.

 

But as I knelt there, willingly sucking on his cock, I realized that I really didn’t desire to free myself and escape. I didn’t want to go back to my stressful anxious life where I didn’t have time to experience such intense and overpowering pleasure. 

 

All I wished for was to sink back into the comfortable safety of being utterly controlled and pleasured. No more decisions… No more stress or mistakes… Just the mentally relaxing pleasure of sitting back and letting my collar’s AI do the driving while I reaped the benefits of being Patrick’s sex puppet.

 

My inner independent woman hated to admit it…

 

But being enslaved by my own corrupted invention was probably the most relaxing and sexually rewarding experience of my life.

 

Even now, weeks later, I can’t imagine a life outside of being Patrick’s sex puppet even if the collar stopped working and I was able to decide for myself. I know this because Patrick tested me by turning off my collar for the evening.

 

And you know what happened?

 

Nothing.

 

My collar has trained and conditioned me so completely that it changed the core of who I am.

 

I’m no longer Amy, trapped and controlled by a collar’s AI to act as Patrick’s sex puppet.

 

I’m Patrick’s sex puppet that allows the collar’s AI’s to act as Amy, the bright and talented researched that invented the very tool that changed her.

 

My owner forced me to become his fantasy and I thank him every day that he did.