Remote Controlled Sex Puppet
Kendra's Unwitting Conversion
by The Traveling Master
Amy
After weeks of exploring what he could condition my mind to do while it was held prisoner inside my own body, Patrick’s genius and scientific curiosity soon found multiple ways to brainwash me. The most obvious of which was that he could force me to watch specific brainwashing media without worrying if my eyes were actually focusing on it because he could program my collar to force me. Then again, with the massive amounts of pleasure he could inject into my body, he didn’t really need me to watch or even listen to hypnotic audios.
He could simply have my mouth repeat whatever idea he wanted to program into me. We both discovered that the process was much more intimate for me and incredibly effective. The pleasure overload that was imposed on me made my stray thoughts focus on what I was saying instead of trying to form an independent idea. Which truly internalized the ideas because after an hour or so of constantly repeating the same few phrases while my body swam on the edge of release, I would easily forget that it was my AI talking and believed wholeheartedly that I was the one doing the repetitions.
Patrick quickly capitalized on that, combining it with audios, recorded in my own voice, I could listen to while at work meant that my mind kept being bombarded with the idea until it sank so deep into my subconscious that it became part of my sense of self. On the rare occasions where Patrick decided to afford me a little ‘human’ time, my scientific mind couldn’t help but be fascinated by the efficiency of my own subjugation.
He had effectively transformed me into an organic machine as he worked tirelessly on my original mind as if it was a secondary AI he needed to program and perfect.
Which, it turns out, quickly became my new sense of self.
I was no longer a human woman named Amy that was being puppeteered to act like a pleasure drone. To me, I was a pleasure drone that had a human emulation personality. The shift between the 2 was so natural that I never truly woke up one morning believing that I wasn’t human. Granted, my life was a blur of mantras and endless service, which made it infinitely hard to keep track of my own thoughts. So instead of waking up to a new self, it was more like getting lost in a hazy fog for an uncountable amount of time before finally coming out on the other side as a pleasure drone.
My life boiled down to executing commands and experiencing near constant pleasure. Nothing more and nothing less.
“Puppet.” he said. “Activate the Amy subroutine.”
The command he spoke was as much for my collar’s AI as for my brain. My collar responded by relinquishing its control over everything except my main muscle groups. Specifically, it meant that everything below my neck was still being controlled by the collar, but I was free to talk and move my head as I wished.
As for my mind…
It responded by pulling my consciousness to the surface as if I was waking up from a trance.
Which was always interesting when he decided to activate me while I was fucking him.
“Ooohh… OOOhh… OOOOHHH!” I moaned as my crouching body continued to gyrate rhythmically along his cock without missing a beat.
“Welcome back Amy.” he said, pulling my attention down to him.
It was always so disorienting to ‘come back to myself’ when he was using me. It took a moment to gather my thoughts as I looked at his smug face. He was lying on my yoga mat, arms behind his head as he looked up at me while I crouched down on the balls of my feet. I smiled as I remembered how long he had me train to be able to do this position, which was hell on the thighs and hips.
But I didn’t care or mind because I was his puppet to enjoy.
I glanced at the full length mirror next to us and noted that I wasn’t naked, but instead, wearing an elaborate latex top and crotchless pants combo. When we were in his home, latex had become my main attire when working around the house or servicing my owner’s needs. The look was completed by having my hair and makeup done up in such a way as to give off a robotic sex puppet look that always gave me a tech sort of vibe that was at the core of his fantasies.
“It’s always a fun little treat to see you activate this subroutine…” he commented while flexing his cock.
Which had the delicious effect of sending an extra spike of pleasure up my overloaded spine as I felt the collar overpower my will and continue to puppet my body mercilessly.
“Whatever hhmnm… Pleases my owner…” I said breathlessly.
“Speaking of pleasure… Puppet.” he said, taking a pause to watch my body freeze and my eyes snap to his. “Initiate protocol Crouching tiger, variant 3.”
Everything else around me melted away and my whole being focused on him as he entered my new command. The collar vibrated once, indicating that it acknowledged the command before I felt my body come alive once more. I had come to know this particular command well so I wasn’t surprised to feel my back straighten up while my hands laced themselves behind my head.
My inner muscles started to contract as I idly remember all the kegel exercises he put me through. Of course, the training itself was only an excuse to record and then calibrate the new functions for my collar because once I was able to do them as Amy, Patrick was able to isolate how my body produced the movement and like everything else he puppeteered me to do, used the collar to enhance and calibrate it.
“Hmmm… That’s the stuff…” he commented as I felt myself squeeze his cock.
It was insane to think that, because of the collar, I could clamp down on his shaft so hard that I could practically stop the flow of his release. Even after so many weeks, the level of control my collar could achieve was mind boggling.
“Now Amy…” he said, visibly enjoying my new rhythmic pussy massage. “Starting tomorrow, I want you to use your work time to help me find a new candidate for phase 2 of my research.”
“Of course, I will gladly obey.” I said, feeling my own pleasure grow. “What should I be… Hhhmm… Looking for as a candidate?”
“A girl with good aesthetic potential…” he said, holding back a moan of his own. “There are a few specifics I’ll send to your phone, but I’ll need someone that doesn’t attract attention or is too socially involved. The goal of phase 2 is to take a new approach I developed after all the tests I’ve done with you.”
“So… Hmm…” I said, moaning while I maintained my perfect erect posture. “You won’t be kidnapping someone like you did to me? Smart…”
“Not quite…” he said with a devilish grin. “Let’s just say that I’ll make sure to use the mental inhibitors while I… Calibrate her…”
“Ahh… That makes sense…” I said. “You don’t need her to be conscious for that part…”
“I certainly don’t…” he said. “Plus I’m curious to see how the subject will evolve while I apply this new conversion protocol…”
I continued to helplessly squeeze and release his cock while I pondered his request.
“You know… I think I know exactly who could be a good fit…” I said.
“That’s great… Send me the details later on…” he said before his eyebrow went up. “I must say, you don’t look surprised at all.”
“Well… HHHmmm…” I moaned. “I realized, some time ago, that you had me build a second prototype collar so… HHmm… I figured that you were aiming to expand your research…”
Kendra
My internship started like many others. Long hours… Questionable salary… Grunt work that could barely be considered linked to my field of study…
I didn’t mind it though, I knew it was all part of starting my own career so I buckled down and threw myself into whatever work the company had for me. A good review from them meant bigger opportunities down the road and admittedly, part of me wished I would even get the chance to work for them. Nothing special happened for the first few weeks, but then I was lucky enough to get noticed by one of the researchers and offered a once in a lifetime opportunity!
At the time, I was way too excited by the possibilities to question why a top tier scientist like Amy would single me out for her research project and really, I should have known that it was too good to be true. After an initial meeting over coffee, she brought me to her lab and showed me how she planned to integrate her kinaesthesia research into a functional AI program that could breathe life into a robotic frame.
The data she had collected so far, via the metal collar she wore 24/7, was groundbreaking in a way that made my head spin. With the right codes and developpement, I could easily see that her project had the potential to create a robot that would be 100% life-like. As far as its movements anyway…
Of course, the AI itself was far from ready for such an integration and I knew why: Amy needed more data.
She told me all about her prototype and her lack of funding, which I thought was absurd but then again, corporate budgets weren’t my forte so I zoned out for most of her explanation. Which, in hindsight, was another mistake on my part. Had I been more attentive, I might have found it strange that such a groundbreaking idea didn’t catch the company's attention.
Of course, now that I know that Amy fed the higher ups false progress reports to keep the collars secret, I totally get why she didn’t have the funding one would expect.
As it was, being an intern that was eager to make my mark, I jumped on the opportunity to help Amy out by wearing her second prototype. I mean, it wasn’t as if I would really notice since all I had to do was keep it charged and go about my life. To me, it was simply a perfect way to include my name in what, hopefully, would become a revolutionary breakthrough in the field I loved.
I was actually giddy with excitement when Amy installed the metal collar around my neck.
After all, why wouldn’t I be?
Except for my daily check ups with Amy, my work days didn’t change all that much. However, I did start to do a little more once I was home. I started to do a lot more activities to really put my body through its paces. I figured that the more I moved, the more data Amy would end up getting. I took long walks at different paces, jogged, jumped, cycled… Over the following weeks, I ended up getting more into shape than I had ever been in my life because I told myself that I needed to prove to Amy that I was worth hiring.
For the most part, the whole experience was great!
However…
Since I was vividly aware that Amy would pour over every byte of data, I decided to refrain from satisfying myself sexually. Be it with a partner or simply with myself because it was too embarrassing to think that Amy would be able to decode a play by play of my moments of pleasure. I figured it would be easy since I already didn’t indulge all that much. At least, that’s what I told myself in the beginning, but it turned out that after actively deciding NOT to indulge my sexuality, it had the opposite effect.
Because the more I tried, the more I inevitably pictured the things I was trying to avoid. Much like one can’t help but picture an elephant if someone tells them NOT to think of an elephant.
I bet that for a split second, you just did huh?
Anyway, it didn’t help that my subconscious seemed to be extra aroused because night after night, I started to have vivid flashes of extremely carnal and explicit dreams that always left me dripping wet the next morning. Which made it agonizingly tempting as I struggled to wake up and discovered that my fingers were already inching towards my pussy as if they had a will of their own.
It even got so bad that I started to drift off into wild daytime sexual fantasies as I went through the boring grunt work that filled most of my work days. I would often snap out of my erotic reveries to realize that my task was done. It was strange that I could do so much work without actively thinking about what I was doing.
I didn’t dwell on it too much though. I was just glad I was able to indulge my wicked side at work instead of numbing my mind with menial tasks.
I’m not actually sure when, but I started to work more and more in Amy’s lab until one day, I received an email that informed me that my request to be transferred to Amy’s research team had been officially accepted.
That gave me pause because for the life of me, I couldn’t recall ever requesting such a transfer. Not that it didn’t make sense that I had, I actually wanted to be included in Amy’s research. It’s just that, as an intern, I was determined not to make too many waves and only seek to be noticed for my work ethics. I didn’t want to be known as the pompous intern that had demands about where her time would be best spent.
Sure, I gave my preferences when they took me on, but I also knew that interns were a big company’s way of hiring a cheap work force. Interns went where they were needed and with how many students were applying for it, companies could pick and choose who they wanted and, if need be, replace troublesome individuals that didn’t play ball. So to speak…
I was shocked that I had actually decided to send the request, but as I checked the email chain, I couldn’t deny that I had. Moreover, I was surprised to see that I had attached a formal recommendation that Amy had apparently written for me.
I had no memories of Amy giving me her recommendation. The email chain seemed legit enough and since working with Amy was something I wanted, I didn’t let myself worry about a bit of lost time since I had been working 80 hour weeks. I was already spacing out at work, retreating to my horny fantasies to placate the boredom so it made sense that I was just running on autopilot through the whole thing.
I probably just didn’t realize what I was doing when Amy brought me the letter while I was going through her work files.
The news was unexpected, but I was glad for it because it pushed me to double my efforts and really prove to her that I was worth having around. Each morning, I started to look at myself in the mirror and repeat to myself that I needed to push down my arousal and focus on the menial tasks Amy would bring me. Regardless of what it was, I knew I had to give it my all and not just zone out like a typical office drone.
Try as I might though, I always found myself zoning out anyway…
I would pump myself full of caffeine and plan out my day so I wouldn’t fall prey to too much boredom, only to find myself zoning back in without remembering how I managed to complete most of my given tasks. It got me worried, but not as much as I expected because I realized that even if I was zoning out, I seemed to be increasing my efficiency.
A lot…
Menial tasks that took me 2 hours now barely took up a full hour. After weeks of toiling away, the satisfaction it brought me was palpable.
Even if I had no clue how I could become more efficient if I wasn’t focusing on what I was doing, my horny mind didn’t start worrying about it until I realized that my efficient little blackouts started to happen at home. One minute I would be turning on the shower, then the next thing I knew, I was already in my room getting dressed without any memory of washing or drying myself.
It was so odd… Like driving back home through familiar streets you don’t really notice anymore.
I wouldn’t have thought anything of it if it had been just that, but one morning, as I went to the ladies room to relieve myself, I noticed that for some reason, I hadn’t worn panties. I sat there, puzzling over my lack of underwear as I tried to remember the exact moment I got dressed for work. All day I searched my memories, but nothing came up at all. As far as I could tell, I woke up, had breakfast before I did my hair and make up, and then… I was on the bus for work.
I couldn’t recall taking out my bra, my blouse or my pants…
I couldn’t even remember if I locked the door!
I tried to chalk it up to being stressed and overworked, but I just couldn’t put it out of my mind. That very same night, I realized that I zoned out twice while I was home. Once when I got home and relaxed on the sofa. And secondly, I couldn’t remember doing the dishes at all, but I apparently did because my kitchen was spotless even though I cooked myself some pasta. As I laid in bed, trying to puzzle out what I was feeling, I decided to call in sick the next day and relax in the hopes that my black outs would stop.
That’s what I thought as I went to bed anyway…
My alarm went off as usual and out of a well rehearsed habit, I got up and made myself breakfast before I even remembered that I wanted to call in sick. My phone was in my room so I finished my cereal, cleaned the bowl and…
Went to work.
I blinked a few times as I swiped my card to enter Amy’s lab. The panel beeped and I stepped in, trying my hardest to understand how I could go from eating breakfast in my pyjamas to stepping into the lab with no memory of getting ready or even the bus trip I had to take to get there. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I figured that it would look pretty bad for me to come all the way to work just to call in sick and leave. So I took a deep breath and made sure to program an alarm into my phone for the next morning to remind me that I wanted to call in sick.
Have you ever woken up, feeling so groggy and sleepy that you start your morning routine without really thinking about it?
Well that’s how it felt for me the next morning when my mind seemed to finally come back to itself only once I sat down to eat my breakfast. I took a big gulp of my coffee and did my best to shake myself awake to focus on what I was doing. I looked at the time and smiled when I realized that I could relax because I still had some time left before my special alarm would blare out.
When I found myself at the lab again, with no recollection of how I got there, I cursed myself for relaxing because I thought it was the reason I had missed my alarm. However, when I finally checked my phone to set up a secondary alarm, I noticed that at some point, I had apparently deleted it.
Which was more than a little unsettling.
Especially since I realized that yet again, I was not wearing panties, even if I decided to come to work in a skirt. I felt my cheeks burn as I wondered how I could have come all the way to work without realizing that I could feel the breeze on my private lips. I had half a mind to go back home to change, but as my work docket filled up with chores, I couldn’t bring myself to leave in the middle of my tasks.
I needed to prove that I was a dedicated and efficient worker.
Once I was back home, I spent that whole evening completely paranoid about the time and I ended up checking the clock every 5 minutes to convince myself that I wasn’t blacking out. Sadly, it didn’t work at all and I ended up losing a big chunk between the time I did the dishes and went to bed.
As I pondered my situation, I realized that even if I was missing parts of my day, I was still being alert and efficient.
The problem was that my mind didn’t seem to remember it. My hands went through the motions of plugging in my collar and I gasped as I thought about when my black outs started. Could the collar be responsible for my black outs? Could the tech somehow disrupt my ability to form memories?
I had a sinking feeling that it did, but then again, I comforted myself by thinking back to all the research data I had read and transcribed from Amy’s experience. Nowhere was there a mention of the collar doing anything but record the body’s processes.
Could my prototype be defective?
I went to sleep convincing myself that it was impossible for the collar to disrupt my memory generating abilities because logically, a device designed to record wouldn’t have any broadcasting ability.
The next day, I blacked out during my morning routine and only ‘came back to reality’ once I was in the lab. I immediately saw my reflection in a stainless steel door and blushed when I realized that my blouse was a lot less professional than I normally wore to work. Not that it was indecent or anything, but it gave me a much more casual look than what a professional intern was expected to wear. Then again, I had already noticed that Amy wore similar tops so I figured that she wouldn’t complain about mine.
Regardless, my embarrassment was still pretty high so instead of asking Amy about my concerns about my memory, I dove into work and tried to focus. Which turned out to be easier than I thought because I blacked out again as I began my task queue and only came back to reality for lunch. I’m not sure if it was because of my masturbatory abstinence or my less than professional outfit, but as I made my way to eat lunch, I couldn’t believe how flushed and warm I felt.
Not that the lab was hot, far from it in fact. I first thought I was coming down with a fever, but that notion was instantly forgotten as I sat down and realized that, just like the day before, I wasn’t wearing any panties under my skirt. I felt a hot wave of embarrassment that soon transformed into another spike of arousal. I squirmed in my seat a little as it dawned on me that I wasn’t feeling feverish at all.
I was horny…
The fact that I was horny gave me pause because I couldn’t remember retreating into my usual fantasies as I worked. In fact, I couldn’t remember anything at all so why was I so aroused? I concluded that something strange must be going on with my collar so I decided to ask Amy about it as soon as I got back from lunch.
Only…
I got derailed from asking because Amy made a point to go over all the work I had completed for her so far. She kept praising me, which oddly enough, sent small thrills of pleasure down my spine until I found myself diving back into work as soon as Amy was done talking.
I’m not sure why, but by the time I was steadily going through my work load, I found it harder and harder to focus on my worries as my desire to finish my tasks took over. Predictably, I got so comfortable in my menial and repetitive tasks that I blacked out. Only this time, I clearly remember my awareness sinking away as my focus sharpened.
It felt… Comfortable… For some reason…
I blinked a few times to get my bearings, but sure enough, I noticed that my work day was done and Amy had apparently already left for the day. I puzzled over what had happened as I made my way back home, but as usual, my whole work day was a complete and utter blank.
The only thing I could say for sure was that I got home feeling even hotter than I had over lunch. It actually took all I had to prevent myself from masturbating as soon as I stepped inside my apartment. The whole thing was getting absurd, but as I started to wash the dishes and felt the familiar lack of awareness blanket my thoughts, it suddenly dawned on me that whatever was happening to me turned out to be instrumental in my transfer to Amy’s lab.
Objectively speaking, even if I couldn’t recall anything of my work days, my work ethic obviously skyrocketed and transformed my internship into something completely unexpected.
I wasn’t sure what was happening or why, but the last thought I had before I blacked out was that I couldn’t deny that part of me felt good about being such an efficient worker.
Amy
The beauty of being in charge of your own lab was the level of security it offered me. As the former human called Amy, I had complete access to the protocols granting access to my lab as well as other key areas. The high level of security was required to prevent corporate espionage and since the company knew that whoever developed the next stage in robotics would become a leader in the field, they wanted to make sure any and all breakthroughs were kept under lock and key.
However, as Patrick was currently demonstrating before my eyes, that level of security and secrecy was a double-edged sword. By keeping up appearances and guaranteeing a steady output of work, the company had no reason to suspect that their system had been compromised. Without both our level of clearances combined and Patrick’s genius coding skills, our labs became just as private as our own homes.
Which made it so easy for my owner to begin the conversion of his next drone within the comforts of the very lab she worked in.
I stood at attention in standby mode as I observed my owner, deep in thought, as he watched Kendra’s naked body move itself up and down along his shaft in a reverse cowgirl position. I knew that facial expression well. It meant that he was almost done calibrating this particular protocol and was doing a final check of the way he had sequenced Kendra’s hips and lower body to alternatively gyrate and pump his cock.
As I observed him nod once and turn to type something in the endless lines of code running on the laptop besides him, I recalled how masterfully he went about beginning Kendra’s conversion to a pleasure drone.
The first week was spent carefully recording and comparing her body’s kinestia to my own. The second week, he adapted my own AI to work with Kendra’s unique physiology and by the third week, Patrick had begun to test the collar’s control by first blanking out her mind while he used me to kiss her on the lips.
When she didn’t react and showed no sign that she remembered the out of character event, Patrick proceeded to fully examine her body during the next session. Since he had confirmed the effectiveness of the thought inhibitor protocols, he proceeded to test her body’s responses to different stimuli along her most sensitive areas. After that session, he made sure to keep increasing the physical stimulation he applied to her body while he carefully calibrated her basic movements.
In program Amy’s humble opinion, he showed incredible dedication and restraint as he perfected Kendra’s AI. Not once did he indulge his sexual desires with her mind-inhibited body as carefully smoothed out every aspect of her body’s remote control options. By the time he finally decided it was time to calibrate her pleasure drone protocols, Kendra’s collar could puppet her around as naturally as if she had never begun her conversion process.
By that time, Patrick had Kendra ask for a transfer to my team and since I had endorsed it, the higher ups accepted without a fuss.
Which meant that Patrick could now easily continue his calibrations and programming in the security and secrecy of my lab whenever Kendra was scheduled to work. And since I was in charge of her work schedule, it was easy to steadily use more and more of her work days as programming sessions as Patrick made sure to set aside a few hours to transfer each of my sexual service protocols and calibrate them to Kendra. Logically, program Amy had assumed that this process would go faster than it had taken Patrick to calibrate them to Patrick’s first pleasure drone, but she was wrong in that assumption. It became quickly apparent that even if the basics could be adapted from the original protocol, Patrick dedicated himself to calibrating each specific protocol endlessly until he was fully satisfied by Kendra’s performance.
As a direct consequence, he ended up focusing on a single protocol per day and made sure to thoroughly test it again and again. Program Amy raised a concern after witnessing the amount of time his cock spent in Kendra’s mouth during those first few calibrations days. She posited that the subject would eventually take note of the discomfort such prolonged sucking would inevitably cause. She feared that Kendra would catch on too quickly that her conversion had started.
Those concerns were quickly forgotten when Patrick reminded program Ame that even while Kendra was awake, he fully controlled any and all sensations she might experience. Which included nullifying the sensation of discomfort as well as the lingering taste of his seed in her mouth. He even went so far as to demonstrate this by having her wear a bug plug all day without her knowing it was there.
The test made it clear that regardless of how long he trained her throat or the number loads she swallowed, Kendra’s collar would never allow her to notice it.
Of course, all that sexual calibration with Kendra meant that Patrick made a lot less use of my own sexual options. However, even if I spent my days in a constant state of arousal, it did not bother me in the slightest because as a drone, I had no wants or needs except to obey my programming.
Whatever it dictated my tasks be for the day, I knew I would feel the same pleasure and fulfillment as I took up more lab work as I did straddling my owner’s cock.
That very state of mind and understanding was something that Patrick painstakingly programmed into my mind through trial and error. However, I knew that with Kendra, the conversion process would go a lot smoother as I observed the way Kendra kept working mindlessly longer and longer before returning to her regular human self once the thought inhibitor protocols turned off.
Which, Patrick assured program Amy, was the expected by-product of the experimental sessions Kendra was puppeteer to do in her home. The goal was to test if he could modulate the thought inhibitor protocols to create a state where her short-term memories would still be inhibited, but her subconscious would not. According to the research he had done, he assumed that it was possible, but he could not be sure since no one in the field had the unique combination of my prototype and Patrick’s genius coding.
Since he couldn’t be sure of what would come of his experiment, he decided to simply push the idea that it would feel incredible to be an efficient drone.
“Drone 1.” He said as he turned to Kendra. “Terminate prior task and Initiate BJ protocol 6.”
“Command confirmed.” Kendra said in the same expressionless tone as I used.
Kendra’s body stopped gyrating and stood up, allowing Patrick’s cock to slip out of her soaking slit. As soon as she was up, she turned herself to face him before sinking to her knees between his legs. Her face betrayed no emotion or any other sign that she was aware of her surroundings as she opened her mouth wide and bent forward to engulf his slick shaft in one slow thrust. Her collar’s complete control over her body meant that, just like me, her throat was utterly relaxed and allowed his cock to slip down her gullet without effort or resistance.
Patrick laced his fingers in her main and guided her up and down a few times before he leaned back. He tilted his head back, exhaling slowly as he visibly relaxed and started to truly enjoy the feeling of his new drone around his cock.
“I’ve read your latest observations on Kendra…” he said after a few minutes of quiet sucking. “And I must admit that the data analysis of her physical movements support your assessment.”
“I’m glad your experiment seems to be working as intended.” I said. “I was curious to see how her mind would start manifesting the new idea.”
“Even with all the research I’ve done…” he said, tilting his head back forward to watch Kendra work. “I’ve never found a definitive truth about how the subconscious truly operates. Not one I could incorporate in a program anyway.”
“I concur.” I said. “But there is enough to create experimental protocols at least. Even if it is more than likely that everyone’s subconscious acts differently, there are documented trends and data on its inner workings.”
“I wouldn’t have devised my experiment if there wasn’t enough evidence.” He said, caressing Kendra’s head softly as she mindlessly sucked. “But now that the first phase was initiated with success, I think it’s time to start my second experiment.”
“May I ask what you have in mind?” I asked.
“First off, I’ll be adding a few things to the experiment since she has already taken to it.” He said. “Mainly, I’ll introduce the idea that the reason she thinks that being a drone would feel so incredible is that she already is one.”
“And let me guess…” I said, watching Kendra’s head bob up and down. “You’ll also start to introduce the human emulation personality idea, right?”
“Exactly right.” He said. “But I’ll also progressively add the sexual element to her conversion, by modulating her thought inhibitors. It should allow the tiniest bit of awareness to filter through as I act out all of her pleasure drone duties as she is meant to be used.”
“I’m not sure I follow your intent…” I said.
“In theory, by exposing her subconscious to the life of a pleasure drone while I make sure to pump her body full of pleasure...” He said before turning to me. “Her subconscious will make the same connections as yours did and merge it with the subliminal idea she is already accepting.”
“I see…” I said. “Are you hoping that she starts to fantasize about her conversion before it happens?”
“I am…” he said as he looked back to Kendra’s bobbing head. “Hacking her personal devices revealed that, although she has a strong passion for robotics, she has barely been exposed to the kink of being a sexual service drone. From what I could deduce from her internet history, she’s only been curious about it a few times without indulging herself to the idea. Or so the time logs suggested.”
“With the internet as it stands today, it’s not surprising that she was exposed to multiple types of kinks.” I said. “The good news about that is that she is already aware that robotics and sex can be combined together.”
“That initial connection will surely help.” He said. “Especially since I plan to allow her mind to be a little more aware of each of our encounters. I’ll be monitoring her reactions closely of course, but in theory, if I modulate progressively enough I should be able to make her half aware while she doesn’t have control of her body. Since she has been constantly aroused for weeks now, I fully expect that she won’t think our encounters are real. Not at first anyway.”
“If I understand your approach correctly…” I said. “You’ve been planning to set things up so her mind decides to convert to a drone as if it was its own decision. Correct?”
“Almost correct…” he said as he guided her head to go a little faster. “It’s more like I’m making it easy for her mind to accept it whole heartily instead of resisting it.”
“Not that she could ever hope to resist the collar…” I said. “But it makes sense to make the conversion as smooth as possible as to avoid possible bugs in her program.”
“HHHmmm… I knew you would understand…” he said as he moaned laced his other hand in her hair. “Fuck… Drone 1, switch to… Mannequin one protocol…”
I could clearly see the switch occur as Kendra’s collar stopped puppeteering her head up and down in favor of simply maintaining whatever pose she was placed in. I had experienced the same command enough times to know that Patrick could easily move her however he wanted. The bonus here, if it was indeed the same command string as my own, was that Kendra’s collar would immediately initiate swallowing protocols if it detected any liquid inside her mouth.
Which it obviously did when I noticed Patrick go rigid with his release, holding Kendra’s head down as he pumped his load down her throat.
Knowing that her training session was basically over, I turned to prepare the grunt work she’ll need to do before her blank state could be terminated. After all, if she is to keep working in my department and complete her pleasure drone conversion, her work output can’t be allowed to diminish.
Kendra
I wasn’t sure why or how, but it seemed to me that my blackouts always occurred when I had a routine or menial tasks to do. In fact, I found myself starting to anticipate them, no, actually wish for them to occur when I knew I had boring work to do. Be it around the apartment or at the lab, I always awaken from my lack of consciousness with a stack of jobs completed.
I won’t lie, blinking myself back to reality to discover that my apartment was spotless and my laundry done was exhilarating. Especially since it looked like every job I apparently did was done perfectly.
That part of my new predicament was a real godsend and I turned out to be so much more efficient when I zoned out, I stopped worrying about why it happened at all.
In fact, the only aspect that really bothered me was my growing level of arousal.
Every day, I seemed to go to bed feeling a little frustrated that I was too embarrassed to masturbate when I knew that Amy would see the spike in my data. I wasn’t sexually active, but sometimes I felt just as generally aroused as when I had a steady boyfriend I enjoyed fucking every day. I even silently thanked my blank episodes because they not only made my work more efficient, they also gave me sanctuary from my horniness.
I didn’t escape my arousal for long however.
I’m not exactly sure when it started, but I began to have vivid erotic dreams that felt different from my regular ones. They began as vague images of particular sexual positions that left me more aroused than any other adult dream I’ve experienced before. At first, I chalked it up to my unsatisfied arousal, but as the dream scenes became a little clearer and I could recall a little more detail, I was left perplexed by the fact that some of them were about oral sex.
Not that I was against sucking cock or anything, but I certainly never fantasized about doing it. In fact, I got no pleasure at all in the act and only did it as a form of foreplay to please and excite my partner.
Yet, the times I woke up from a dream in which I only fellated my fantasy man, I couldn’t deny that I was just as soaking wet as waking up from any other erotic dream.
Thankfully, because I enjoyed my black outs more and more, I found myself worrying about such oddities a lot less because my desire to be efficient was stronger than my desire to dive into my own subconscious. Besides, I reasoned that as long as I participated in Amy’s study, I couldn’t do anything about my sex life so why allow my thoughts to linger uselessly on them?
If my mind couldn’t handle my daily arousal, then it was more than welcome to vent and enjoy itself while I rested.
I dove back into my work for another week and did my best to forget each sizzling dream before I started my day in the lab. Amy had recently praised my stellar work and even joked by saying that the only way I could be more efficient was if I was an advanced humanoid drone.
As I laid in bed after my regular evening black out, her words seemed to loop in my head as I tried to picture what being a drone would feel like.
I smiled as a sense of certainty eased itself into my sleepy mind: It would feel incredible.
I smiled as a sense of certainty eased itself into my sleepy mind: It would feel incredible.
There was no denying it, being a drone would make my work 100% more efficient and since Amy was working in the field, it was easy to assume that my job by her side was assured because no intern could ever hope to rival the work ethics of a machine.
Yet, Amy had compared me to one. As a drone, I would be the perfect assistant.
A model employee…
My career in the field would be guaranteed.
That night, I dreamt that I was a humanoid drone in the service of a naughty researcher. I didn’t remember much of it, but I recalled that the first half of the dream wasn’t that erotic as I followed my programming and toiled in a nameless lab. Of course, the second half quickly became explicit when my efficient work included satisfying the researcher’s pleasure.
I woke up confused, but incredibly slick and aroused as I tried to figure out why my mind would even dream up such a strange fantasy. It took a while, but as I started my day, I finally remembered that a few months ago, long before the study started, I had come upon some robot type porn. Back then, the idea didn't particularly excite me but I remembered looking it up a little before I switched to my regular types of porn.
I soon blacked out during my morning routine, but as I came back to reality in Amy’s lab, I couldn’t shake the after effects of the arousal I had felt when I awoke.
I could recall even less of the specifics of the dream, but as I ate my lunch and struggled to keep my horniness under control, I had to admit to myself that the idea of being a drone seemed to arouse me.
It didn’t take long before I dreamt of the same naughty researcher.
Each new dream was different and evidently exciting. Some dreams I would find myself being remote controlled so he could inspect every inch of my body while others had me do lab work before he indulged in his sexual urges. I even recalled one where my task had me clean the whole lab from top to bottom in nothing but a lab coat, which he didn’t bother to remove as he issued a command to straddle him.
After having so many wet dreams about being a sexy pleasure drone, I wasn’t surprised to experience day dreams of the same nature at the lab. Much like when my black outs first began, my mind would wander back to the latest dream as I began to work and I would find myself in a totally different fantasy as I went through my work docket.
Those fantasies were similar of course, but at some point, my imagination latched onto Amy’s lab as the main setting for all of them. Just like my nightly dreams, I began to fantasize that I actually worked secretly for the naughty researcher who built me. In some scenes, he would test and calibrate the protocols that helped me work fast and efficiently before indulging himself freely with my body.
In others, he spent his time meticulously adding new sexual service protocols that he required me to have. To my aroused mind, it became so logical for my naughty creator to enjoy everything his creation could offer. Regardless of what the sexual service I provided was, it made no difference to me because my creator ensured that I performed them all perfectly.
Through those fantasies, I discovered that fulfilling my program efficiently brought me more pleasure than anything else I had experienced. Which rendered my personal sexual preference rather obsolete.
Which in itself felt amazing because I started to feel a steady stream of erotic pleasure even as I worked in the lab as my days became a blur of menial tasks and erotic reverie.
I came into work one day and quickly settled in a familiar task while my mind slowly blanked out my surroundings and sent me into a particularly vivid daydream. As always, my surroundings were a little out of focus as my creator came into the lab.
An order was surely issued because my body responded by stripping naked while I continued with my original task.
Next, he was already doing his usual tactile inspection, which sent electric pleasure through my body as I diligently continued to work. His hands were warm and incredibly familiar as he went over every nook and cranny. He eventually finished by fondling my synthetic breasts and waited for me to finish my string of data collections.
When I was done and saved the file I was working on, I finally heard my creator’s voice.
“Drone 1.” He said, prompting my mind to halt and listen. “Initiate merge protocol and turn 180 degrees.”
“Command confirmed.” I said.
I felt something shift in my mind as my surroundings became a little less unfocused. The first part of the command was unfamiliar, but my internal subroutines clearly knew how to respond so I didn’t worry. My body responded to the command string and turned to face my creator. My eyes stayed slightly unfocused as I stood there, awaiting my next instruction.
His features were still unclear, but I could tell my creator was pleased.
“Drone 1.” He said, commanding my attention. “Assume position K dash 4.”
I could almost feel my synthetic brain process the command and retrieve the desired position from my memory banks before my body began to move. I was treated to a few rapid images of every time I was directed to use that pose. Then, with all the grace my creator had given me, I kneeled down on the floor and clasped my hands behind my lower back. Once I stabilized myself, I widened my knees to 45 degrees and straightened my back so my breasts perked up. Finally, I opened my mouth in a perfect ‘O’ shape and settled myself as pleasure instantly flooded my circuits.
My eyes remained completely unfocused, but it didn’t matter because it wasn’t hard to observe my creator’s hands as he casually opened his trousers and freed his half erect cock. I stayed completely immobile as he rubbed his soft tip around my lips a few times before inserting it inside.
I had not been given further instructions, so I remained perfectly still as his shaft caressed my tongue. As the ease with which I performed my required task became clear, contentment and pleasure surged through my circuits anew. My mind could easily process every calculation and adjustment my body required to maintain the K dash 4 position, even when my creator inserted himself completely and ended up pushing my head back a little, I corrected and adjusted perfectly.
Since my synthetic brain could easily perform its task, I experienced a few idle thought processes that mainly prepared the logic routines I would need to complete the tasks on my work docket. Eventually, my mouth sensors informed me that my creator became fully erect as his cock reached deeper past the ‘O’ of my lips.
I placed my work projections on standby and redirected my attention to my synthetic physiology. My creator pushed his full shaft all the way to the back of my mouth and for a split second, my throat felt like it wouldn’t allow him passage. That was odd because my memory banks contained multiple instances where my creator’s cock slipped down my throat easily.
The logic error lasted a mere second, but it didn’t matter because I felt my logic circuits activate and relax my synthetic muscles to allow him full entry. The bug was quickly dismissed because my creator had specifically designed me for his pleasure. The ease with which he eased his shaft inside me was irrefutable proof of that.
“Such a perfect fit…” I heard my creator exclaim as he bottomed out.
His comment registered and added to the pleasure and satisfaction I felt as I knelt there. The processing power needed to maintain my commanded position became manageable and my synthetic brain resumed its previous projections as my creator slowly slipped his cock in and out of my mouth.
I wasn’t required to acknowledge anything else, so I stayed in standby mode and worked on my task projections until my creator pulled out of my mouth and added a layer to my current task.
“Drone 1.” He said, calling my full attention to his words. “Add BJ protocol 9 to the current task.”
The command input called up a search of my memory banks for clips of the required protocol. In rapid succession, I view multiple instances where I performed it perfectly.
“Command confirmed.” I said.
My powerful synthetic mind calculated the adjustment I needed to merge my 2 directives. In a matter of seconds, my body knew exactly what to do. The synthetic glands in my mouth doubled their secretions in anticipation of providing optimal lubrication for my task. I corrected my posture by leaning forward so my lips could easily travel from the tip of his cock its base. The goal was to streamline my required movements so accommodate my first task while fulfilling the second. To do so, I calculated that only my neck muscles would be required to achieve full horizontal movement along his shaft.
Instead of maintaining a wide open ‘O’ shape with my lips, the added protocol required me to apply proper suction so a compromise was calculated and reached. My lips would always maintain the ‘O’ shape, however, they would automatically adjust their circumference from completely closed at the tip to adequately open around the base. My knees and hands were not required for the added protocol so they remained perfectly positioned in their original spot.
Having reached the necessary preparation, my neck muscles began to move my head rhythmically from base to tip at the predetermined pace that the protocol required. Simultaneously, I activated the subroutines that would govern my tongue as his shaft began to slip in and out of my mouth so it would work to continually caress his shaft whenever my mouth sensors detected it.
Consequently, my lower body could remain perfectly still while my neck and head busied themselves at the task I was given to perform.
It took barely a few strokes before another spike of profound contentment and deep pleasure flooded my circuits as I registered each time my creator’s cock slipped down my throat. It served as a rhythmic reminder that I was perfectly calibrated for my purpose. Everything about my programming was expertly designed to be efficient and optimized.
The feeling of it all was almost overwhelming in its synthetic simplicity.
I had nothing to worry about because I was a drone and a drone followed its programming. Nothing more, nothing less. A drone simply existed to fulfill its purpose without opinion or malice.
As my task predictably settled in a repeating loop, freeing the processing power it required to begin. As I moved and pleasured his cock, my processors were able to finish compiling my expected tasks for the day and I generated reminders for the few that needed correcting. Once that was done, a stray thought intruded in my thought process as my eyes refocused on my creator’s pelvis.
“I would never fellate a co-worker like this.” I thought.
As I moved forward and slipped his cock down my throat once more, I froze as an error slipped inside my processing logic.
Something about the stray thought didn’t add up to what I knew to be true. Confusion plagued my synthetic brain as I couldn’t resolve the error. The internal comment seemed to assume that this was a fantasy. But that had to be incorrect because I was a drone.
I initiated an internal diagnostic and went through every signal my sensors could provide. The temperature on my skin. The strain of my muscles. The floor beneath my knees. The taste in my mouth.
After carefully checking and re-checking every signal and comparing them to my data logs, I concluded that I wasn’t in a fantasy or simulation. Everything around me was sharply into focus and none of my sensors could detect the edges of a programmed simulation. Consequently, my current combined tasks of assuming K dash 4 position and performing BJ protocol 9 were indeed reality.
The diagnostic was completed by generating a self-check of my information.
I am a synthetic humanoid drone designated Drone 1.
I was created to perform lab work, menial tasks, domestic tasks and sexual service.
My creator and owner is Patrick Quaid.
He owns all administrative rights to this unit.
I have a human emulation personality program named Kendra.
Conclusion of internal diagnostics: the stray thought is a fragment of the human emulation personality named Kendra.
The whole debugging process took less than a few seconds and once it was resolved, I resumed my prior tasks with the same efficiency as before. With each repeated stroke, my subroutines quickly took over and my processors were free to execute a debugging of the human emulation personality program.
After careful analysis, the source of the error was found: the human emulation personality is unaware of its true self.
Recommended action: add full self-awareness to the human emulation personality’s logic protocols.
Update to the program will register on the next activation sequence of the human emulation personality.
Having completed my debugging task, I allowed my main processors to sleep while my subroutines continued to pleasure my creator. I was still fully aware of everything around me, but I actively ignored everything that wasn’t required for my task.
All I could experience was the pure emotionless pleasure of fulfilling my purpose.
Regrettably, I couldn’t spend the rest of the day in that state because my processors eventually came back online. The reason for the wake up was because my internal sensors detected my creator’s sperm as it erupted from his tip.
As per BJ protocol 9, I canceled my neck movements and proceeded to suck and swallow my creator’s pleasure discharge. Another spike of pure elation and sexual pleasure washed over my circuits as I managed to complete my task and savor every ounce of my creator’s seed before resuming my original K dash 4 position.
As my creator moved aside and powered up his laptop, one of my subroutines analyzed the taste and quantity of his sperm. Once volume, texture and general taste were cataloged, I compared the data to every other logged event in which I had tasted it. They all compared well and indicated that my creator had a long and satisfying release.
Which sent another wave of pleasurable contentment through my synthetic cells.
“As planned, full cancellation of the inhibitor protocols was reached well before I came…” I heard my creator say before he turned to look down at me. “Fascinating…”
His comment was not a command so I stayed perfectly still and waited.
“Only one way to determine if my second experiment was a success.” he said. “Kendra, are you alright?”
I registered his words and efficiently identified that he was addressing my human emulation personality, but since it was not currently running, it could not respond. I maintained my current K dash 4 position and waited for my next instruction. I felt his thumb enter my mouth as his fingers cupped my chin. As per the protocol outlines of the K position series, any correction of my posture initiated by my creator had to be accepted.
So when he gently grabbed my jaw and lifted upwards, I began by closing my mouth. However, since the primal laws of my robotic body prevented me from harming humans, I stopped my jaw before my teeth touched his thumb, which meant that my only option to maintain the K position series protocol was to tilt my head up.
I wasn’t focusing on his features because I wasn’t required to, but I could still see my creator’s features as he examined my face.
“Drone 1.” he said, still observing me closely.
My processors stopped all current tasks as my eyes focused on my creator. I registered his satisfied smile as I waited for the command he was about to issue.
“Recite self-check information.” He said as he released my jaw.
“Command confirmed.” I said. “I am a synthetic humanoid drone designated Drone 1.
I was created to perform lab work, menial tasks, domestic tasks and sexual service. My creator and owner is Patrick Quaid. He owns all administrative rights to this unit. I have a human emulation personality program named Kendra.”
I was still looking up at my creator’s face as I recited the required data, but my peripheral vision picked up a noticeable twitch from his still exposed cock. A subroutine cataloged the reaction and compared it to other similar instances. It concluded that twitch was a bodily sign that my creator was pleased.
Which sent another wave of emotionless pleasure through my circuits.
“I wonder…” he said thoughtfully. “If everything went so well, then it would mean that… Hhmmm… Drone 1. Open pending task log and recite any tasks that apply to your core programming.”
“Command confirmed.” I said before taking a few seconds to comply and isolate the desired information. “Human emulation personality program has an update pending that will take effect during the next activation sequence.”
“Really?” he said, surprised. “That means there was an internal error… Drone 1. Open error log and recite the source event and diagnostic that generate the human emulation personality update.”
“Command confirmed.” I said before taking a few seconds to comply and isolate the data. “A stray thought originated from the human emulation personality program Kendra. Analysis of the event revealed that the human emulation personality program is not aware of its true self. The generated update will fix that issue and prevent any further errors.”
My sharp synthetic eyes detected my creator’s jaw as it dropped a few millimeters.
“Exemplary work Drone 1…” he finally said, sending another contentment wave of pleasure. “If I add that to your current state… Then… There should be no issues if I activate you, but just in case…”
My creator turned to his laptop and typed for a few moments before turning back to me.
“I placed a timer for re-activation just in case, but I don’t believe it will be necessary.” he said as he smiled down at me and took a deep breath. “Drone 1. Initiate full activation sequence for the human emulation personality Kendra.”
“Command confirmed.” I said as I closed my eyes to comply.
As I called forth the required program activation, I felt something shift in my mind before a flood of knowledge and images ripped through my consciousness in a dizzying pattern that shook my core. Memories mixed and merged as my sense of self spiraled up to the surface. My eyes blinked rapidly as I tried to make sense of everything.
Eventually, the disorienting swirl of thoughts died down and my mind settled enough for me to open my eyes.
The first thing I noticed was that I was kneeling in front of a man that had his half erect cock out of his pants. The second thing I noticed was that I was naked and my clothes were in a discarded pile next to me. As if in a dream, I slowly lifted my gaze to see who cock belonged to and almost gasped once I recognized him.
All at once, truth bloomed inside my mind as I finally understood that all my recent fantasies and dreams were not make-believe at all.
“Oh my god… I’m… I’m a drone!” I said, lifting my hand to my mouth in shock. “You… You created me… Didn’t you?”
Shock… Wonder… Awe… Happiness… Arousal…
Emotions swirled inside my mind as I felt my heart start to race.
“I did.” He said, smiling down at me. “I take it you finally have access to your internal database?”
I nodded as my memories continued to pour through my mind.
“Excellent.” He said as I noticed his cock twitch. “I’m so pleased that the final activation went smoothly.”
I felt a powerful twitch of my own as I felt my clit throb.
“Tell me Kendra…” he continued. “Can you tell me why I created this human emulation personality?”
I swallowed as my mind raced to reach the only logical conclusion.
“You created it so I could interact with other humans.” I said, still in awe that my fantasy turned out to be my reality. “Which, I think, means that you intend to keep my creation a secret.”
“I most definitely do.” He said. “I didn’t create you for the world…”
“No…” I said, licking my dry lips. “You created me for your personal benefit and use.”
I knew I was right the moment I noticed his cock slightly engorge with excitement.
“I’m glad your latest update made that clear for you.” He said, visibly pleased.
“It certainly did…” I said as my eyes lowered to his half-erect cock.
A cock I was intimately familiar with as I remembered all the sexual services he painstakingly calibrated while Amy was out of the lab. I frowned as something about his plan bothered me.
“Pardon me…” I said, looking back up to him. “But if you created me for your personal use, why did you have me work for Amy? I seem to recall that you also work in this facility so… Wouldn’t it make more sense for me to work for you instead of risking my discovery here?”
“You would certainly be right under normal circumstances…” he said smiling. “But you see my dear, your data isn’t quite complete.”
“How so?” I asked.
“Amy is actually the first drone I’ve created.” he said, winking at me.
All of a sudden, everything fell into place and I was thoroughly amazed that my creator had already constructed a drone so life-like, that it could obtain its own lab projects and perks.
“No way…” I said, realizing I had no reason to ever doubt my creator.
“Yes way!” he said, chuckling. “I’ll show you a little later once she gets back. She’s currently making sure her lab stays… Private.”
I looked back down and smiled as I noticed his cock twitched again.
“Suddenly, it makes a lot more sense for you to be so care free when in another researcher’s lab.” I said. “Part of me was wondering why you did all that sexual programming in the privacy of my home. It gives you more time to work on me without sacrificing your sleep or my recharge cycles.”
As his shaft flexed again, I found myself captivated by his cock as I simultaneously felt my mouth water and my pussy clench.
“Don’t worry, I won’t disturb either of those when I spend time at your place.” He said before grasping the base of his cock. “Now that you have fully integrated with yourself, I’m curious to know what this personality thinks of all the sexual services I use you for.”
He gently swayed his cock back and forth as I kept staring at it. I swallowed the excess drool pooling in my mouth and tried to gather my thoughts.
“I think…” I said, feeling my clit throb. “That they are indescribably amazing…”
“Really?” he asked, visibly surprised by my answer. “I’m sure I included the classic aversion to being sexually used like a sex toy in your personality’s programming. After all, I didn't want you to stand out because of some sexual kink or preference.”
“You certainly did.” I said, still fascinated by his cock. “I can feel parts of my artificial psyche agree with you. However, the truth of the matter is that I AM a sophisticated sex toy.”
“Even if your personality understands it now…” he said, still swaying his hardening cock. “I expected to have to delete those notions from your program because they would cause errors to pile up.”
“You can modify my personality if you wish…” I said, licking my lips. “But I assure you that I currently feel none of those conflicting artificial emotions when it comes to you.”
“So even as Kendra…” he said. “You’ll suck my cock on command without fail?”
All I could do was nod as my pussy and clit throbbed in unison.
“Well that is certainly an unexpected, albeit pleasant development.” He said. “I was convinced that your programmed indifference to orally pleasuring men would make that a challenge for this personality.”
“I can’t see how it would…” I said, finally tearing my eyes away to smile up at him. “All this personality feels right now is unreserved joy at knowing that I’m your drone. I remember every single time I pleasured your cock and I can assure you that on a deep primal level, I enjoyed it.”
“Truly fascinating…” he said, smiling broadly. “You are saying that this personality has no qualms or concerns about sucking my cock and guzzling down my seed as many times as I command you to?”
“None…” I said coyly.
Even if I was looking up at him, I could easily tell that his cock flexed in his hand. The satisfied smile he gave me sent a shiver down my synthetic spine as he reached out with his other hand and grabbed a lab chair. Our eyes stayed locked together as he swirled it around and sat himself comfortably right in front of me.
“Promising answer…” he said. “Because I’m eager to see how the creativity and artificial will I programmed into this personality will feel compared to the protocols I calibrated.”
I bit my lower lip as my eyes lowered to his shaft, which was now fully erect.
“I can see that…” I said as I inched closer. “What is my… Directive…”
He chuckled, making his cock flex and twitch.
“It’s very simple...” he said as he released his cock. “You remember all my calibrations and preferences, but I don’t want you to simply copy what I’ve already programmed into you. I want Kendra to use all that knowledge to give me an even better blowjob than I could ever hope to program.”
I licked my lips and swallowed hard.
“Tall order considering how meticulous and thorough you were with my oral protocols…” I said before giving the underside of his cock a kiss.
He reached out and tenderly caressed my head.
“I built you remember?” he said. “So I have every confidence that you’ll be up to the task.”
A hot spike of pleasure traveled down my spine and clenched my pussy as I felt his confidence praise me. I shifted my gaze to his shaft and immediately pulled up every single blowjob I had given him. I started to lick my way around his girth and up his length while I did my best to pinpoint the techniques he licked best.
As I finally engulfed him and fought down the intense sexual pleasure vibrating between my legs, I started to notice that all those blowjobs turned out to have something in common: a drone performed them.
Of course, that didn’t change since I was a drone, but as I analyzed each BJ protocol he programmed, I quickly realized that they were all focused on how my mouth, tongue and throat felt on his cock. None of them had a human element to play coy or broadcast their own pleasure and arousal.
In short, every protocol was created for his pleasure, but none of them actually worshiped his manhood.
I had no real way of knowing if that was by design, an oversight or a by-product of my true self, but I figured that as long as my human emulation personality was running, I might as well offer my creator the most human-like experience.
I pulled out all the stops and worshiped his rod as if his pleasure was the only important thing in my life. Since that wasn’t far from the truth of my existence, it was fairly easy. I tasked my consciousness to pay close attention to his reactions and did my best to modulate my ministrations to avoid anything that didn’t please him. I moaned and softly giggled before blowing my hot breath on his slick shaft. I made eye contact to show him my growing arousal and pleasure as I tasted him. I switched things up often by utilizing different protocols on an upward stroke than I used on my downward stroke.
Every flex and twitch of his rock hard cock fueled my own throbbing pleasure as my programmed personality struggled through the lust to stay focused on my task. As I knelt on the hard floor of the lab, sucking on my creator’s cock, my human emulation personality reached a sort of nirvana as my purpose fueled my joy.
Time meant absolutely nothing as I basked in mind numbing pleasure.
Which only increased when he couldn’t hold back anymore and erupted inside my mouth. His moans and intense release sent my pleasure into overload as he emptied his balls into my throat. Shot after shot, I diligently swallowed his load until there was nothing left. I finished by tenderly licking and sucked his deflating shaft until I was 100% convinced that he was clean before sitting back on my heels and smiling up to him.
“Wow…” he said, clearly still feeling the effect of his release. “That was better than I hoped for.”
“I’m glad you approve.” I said, giggling softly.
“You’ve definitely proved that this personality can and will do its best to please me.” He said, winking.
“You created me for your pleasure and convenience after all.” I reminded him with a smile.
“I did.” He said. “Which means that you’ll continue to perform efficiently here at work as long as I need you to. Understood?”
“Understood.” I replied.
After that revealing session, I no longer had black outs when my human emulation personality was deactivated in favor of my more efficient operating system. Unless my creator needed to lock out the Kendra’s program from certain data caches, I could recall every minute of the time I was deactivated.
Which was amazing because that meant that I spent my days feeling the incredible benefits of being a drone.
Amy
It has been a few weeks since Patrick’s second experiment bore fruit and so far, it was a complete success.
Kendra took to the conversion easily and with an hour of collar imposed hypnotic conditioning added daily to her sleep cycle, we were confident that Kendra would never revert back to her human self unless Patrick wished it. Not that she hadn’t potential as a robotics and AI researcher, but unlike my own conversion, Patrick decided that he could push things a little further with Kendra’s mind.
As I made my way up our driveway, I wondered if Patrick truly meant for Kendra to keep working for me or if he would decide against it. As I stepped through the doorway, my collar connected with the home network and generated a soft chime throughout the house. To confirm that it was me and not some intruder.
One can’t be too careful when you start collecting drones…
My collar immediately took hold of my motor skills and I relaxed into the familiar feeling as I was puppeteered to my room to change into whatever Patrick was in the mood for. I emerged wearing a tight latex skirt and tube top combo that did a very poor job of covering my tits as it pushed them up.
I walked to the living room and went to stand at attention in front of my controller, which was lounging on the sofa. He ignored me as he continued to watch a documentary on the flat screen in front of him. My eyes were my own to control so I looked down to confirm my suspicions and sure enough, he was naked from the waist down with Drone 1 kneeling between his legs wearing a sexy latex version of a kinky French maid uniform.
I smiled and waited patiently for him to acknowledge my presence.
“Welcome home.” He finally said after the program ended. “Any issues at the lab?”
“No, all projects are on schedule.” I said as I looked down at his crotch again. “I’d ask how your day went, but I have a good idea already I think.”
He chuckled and looked at Kendra’s bobbing head.
“She’s so fascinating…” he commented as he played with her latex maid cap. “I keep using the collar to puppet her around, but I don’t need it at all. Her mental scaffolding is built entirely on her identity as a pleasure drone. I haven’t once activated her Kendra H.E.P. once during the last 48 hours and for the last 8 hours, I even deactivated the body controls to test out just how many protocols her mind remembers.”
“Let me guess…” I said, observing how perfectly timed her bobbing was. “She hasn’t faltered once.”
“Not for lack of trying…” he said. “I’m actually running an endurance test to see how long she can last without the collar’s help.”
“Endurance huh?” I said, smiling. “How long has she been sucking, exactly?”
“Let’s just say that it shouldn’t be long now before she breaks your record.” He said smiling.
“That long huh?” I said, smiling. “And about yours? How many times did you nut since she started?”
“That wouldn’t make a good bench mark I’m afraid.” He said.
“Why not?” I asked.
“With 2 pleasure drones to cater to my desires, my stamina and staying power developed quite a bit.” He said.
“I won’t argue there.” I said as I looked at her uniform. “If she’s wearing her maid outfit, should I assume that you already had her clean the house today? Or was that just because she looks good in it?”
He chuckled and winked at me, which didn’t answer my question at all, but then again, it didn’t really matter to me one way or another.
Why?
Because just like Kendra discovered after her conversion, regardless of what our creator commanded us to do brought us the same reward. Be it scrubbing the floors or simply standing at attention, our program ensured that we felt a deep sense of contentment and peace as our bodies experienced mind numbing pleasure.