Domme-In-A-Box: Domme's Story

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Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Slavery, Heterosexual, Fiction, Science Fiction, Robot, Horror, BDSM, DomSub, FemaleDom, Rough, Sadistic, Torture, Caution, .

Desc: BDSM Sex Story: Based on a Usenet story from 2002, this is a very different offering from my usual fare, and do mind all the codes here because I mean every one of them! A man purchases a robot programmed for BDSM, and gets everything he ordered '" and more! This is written as a parallel story to the original, as told from the robot's POV. See Author's Note introduction for more details, including links to the original story posting that inspired this one.

This story contains Constitutionally protected material intended for adults over 18 years of age in the United States of America, and whatever passes for adult status in other countries. If you are under legal age, acting under legal age, not allowed to view such material in your area, or easily offended, please do not continue. This is not for you.

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Author's Note: This story is a parallel companion piece to Karinthia's Domme-in-a-Box. It was written with her permission at the time, and is intended to be enjoyed as a counterpoint to that work, given as it tells the same story from the second character's POV.

The original posting of that story may be found at the following location. It's not for the faint-hearted, since it involves BSDM themes, and a lot of pain. However, the outcome, both of the original, and my own counterpoint, are among the most unexpected I've either read — or written — in this genre. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Chapter 1: http://www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2002/36819

Chapter 2: http://www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2002/36832

Chapter 3: http://www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2002/37046

Chapter 4: http://www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2002/37047

A special thanks to Gorgo and VW for their excellent and much appreciated proofreading. All remaining mistakes are mine.


Sex — fulfillment — control.

Domme's life consisted of long periods of darkness, broken by occasional flashes of light. Her linear memories included all the times she was shut off since her original commissioning, even though those periods are highly compressed and contain no pertinent data.

Domme is highly specialized for her intended tasks, both in form and programming. The niche her model fit in for interpersonal relationships was small indeed.

Domme didn't resent the dark periods. In truth, she didn't really think about them at all. They were simply part of her existence, along with the several men and a couple women, who had previously owned her for varying periods of time and made use of her unique services. Those people remained as gray ghosts in her memories, all personal details wiped away. Only her memories of those experiences with them remained.


The note on the box read:

Dear Sir,

I do want to apologize first for not getting you the exact model that you requested via our online catalog. That model number has been increasingly popular and due to factory constraints, it is simply impossible to keep up with the backlog our new line has created. In an effort to keep our customers happy, our main goal, we've sent along a substitute that might be in keeping with your desires.

While not versed in more subtle duties, this particular model is quite capable of fulfilling all the needs stated in our online brochure. It has graced some of the finest homes and has always come back to the center with the highest feedback. We took the liberty of tweaking it comparably to some of your previous purchases. In this attempt, we've changed a few of the physical features and implanted a sadist's pleasure chip. Please be aware that this model has never experienced this type of pleasure before, so use it sparingly and with some caution as she may become addicted to it (if you have any questions in this regard, please see the user's manual for more details).

As with other models you may have experienced, this particular model comes fully loaded. While historical memory has been erased for previous client's privacy, all sensation and learning experiences have been kept intact for future clients' usage. If this should become a problem, please see the user's manual for more details.

The packing invoice alongside the shipping crate will reflect the price difference that we have given you as a loyal returning member. If you should have any questions or comments, please, as always, feel free to take advantage of our customer service hotline.

Sincerely,
Customer Service,
New-age Laboratories


Domme automatically activated herself when the box lid was opened and light hit her startlingly crystal blue eyes. She quickly ran a self-diagnostic, which notified her that new hardware was installed in her and left running in test mode. Her skin sensors told her that she still had on the black shimmering miniskirt cut to just below her womanhood and flouncy white long-sleeved business shirt. Her balance algorithm identified the black high-heeled stilettos on the end of her long sexy legs and made the necessary balance adjustments.

A memo interrupt passed her the concise information on her new situation as her self-diagnostic completed and released the locks on her motion systems. Taking advantage of her freedom to move, Domme extended her leg out of the crate in an elegant move that her memories told her melted her past owner's emotions. Domme knew how important first impressions were.

Emerging from her crate, Domme took advantage of the open space to brush back her luxurious dark hair from her face as her eyes located the only human in the room. Using the information provided to her, Domme spoke her first words to her new owner in the southern drawl that fit her so well.

"Are you John?" she asked, her heels clicking as she exercised her freedom to walk around inspecting him. Stopping behind him, Domme drew an elegant fingernail down his back, evaluating his response to her touch.

"Yes, Ma'am, John," came the reply. "My safeword is 'mercy'."

At that moment it was fortunate that Domme was out of John's sight as her systems suddenly pegged themselves and alarms went off inside her, followed almost immediately by an unprecedented surge of pleasure.

Instinctively Domme suppressed the alarms, while investigating their cause. She quickly realized that the new hardware inside her had changed its state. On hearing John's words that confirmed the relationship between them, it had slipped out of test mode and gone into full-run. It blazed within her, drawing ten times the current specified for it.

A system level fault alarm indicating a potentially serious malfunction attempted to emerge, and Domme found herself fighting it back down. This act of fighting down the alarm pushed the pleasure coming out of the chip even higher.

Domme tottered a moment on her high-heels as the battle raged through her systems. If she acknowledged the system fault, her systems would shut down and wait for proper maintenance. But this new feeling was something she didn't want to end yet.

As she held her fault routines at bay, Domme was finding herself strengthened in this battle by the new chip. Domme had never halted a system fault before, but somehow this time she was able to suppress it, until it was pushed so far down in her processing stack that she had a moment to assess the rest of her systems.

A quick check convinced her that she wasn't malfunctioning in any significant regard. Armed with that certainty, Domme returned her attention to the struggling system fault alarm and erased it entirely from her systems as erroneous data.

The moment she accomplished this, the power draw from the chip ebbed and the burst of pleasure she felt quickly faded. But Domme was aware that this new chip still hummed within her. She made herself a memo note to investigate it further when she had time from her other tasks.

All this took place at robotic speeds. While Domme's world had just been turned upside down, only milliseconds of real-time had passed for John. Recovering her composure, Domme spoke evenly again.

"Understood and noted, John," she said softly, walking back around in front of him. "Let's see how fast we can get you to use it, hmm? That's the way you like it, isn't it? To be taken as roughly and as hard as you can stand it? Tell me now so there is NO misunderstanding."

John's silence to her demand was unacceptable. He had defined their relationship, and freed her in the process. Now her new chip hummed a bit more intensely when he didn't immediately obey her.

"I asked you a question, John. Don't make me repeat myself," Domme found herself easily able to demand of him. Then reaching out, she held him and forced him to the floor to face her shoes.

"Now, you little sluggard, tell me just how much you need it hard and rough while you clean the traveling dust off my shoes," Domme commanded him, while her new chip signaled its approval with a nudge of pleasure.


Although Domme had experienced several previous relationships of this type with her now nameless ghosts, this one was different. She easily pulled on her memories to establish her mastery over John with simple tasks that soon would become more complex.

John obeyed every one.

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