Chapter 3

I woke the next morning to the phone ringing. I glanced at the clock as I picked up the phone. It was 7:59 a.m.

"Hello?" I asked, hoping my voice didn't sound too groggy.

"Sorry to wake you up, Rod." It was Sharon. "I just wanted to make sure you got home okay."

"Oh yeah. No problems. I got in around..." All of a sudden, clarity. I remembered everything that transpired last night. I gasped.

"What? What's the matter?" asked Sharon, concerned.

"Oh. Nothing." I lied, "I just wanted to get up earlier than this today and clean up the house. It still looks like two kids ransacked it."

She laughed, "Yeah. This place looks the same already. I missed the kids while they were with you, but I liked keeping a clean house."

"I'm sure you did."

"Well, I just wanted to make sure you got home okay."

"I did."

"The boys said they had a great time. They told me how you took them to tour the blimp hangar."

"Yeah. That was cool. Roddy seemed bored, but Josh liked it."

"Josh told me all about it. I'll let you go. We'll see you at Roddy's birthday?"

"I'm gonna try. I gotta figure out how many vacation days I have left first. Don't make any promises to him yet. I think I'm gonna get him a bike, though. But that's your call."

"Oh yeah, his Big Wheel has seen better days. I think he's ready for one. He's jealous of Josh's."

"Okay," I said, as I absent-mindedly stroked my morning wood — recalling the blowjob from the night before and wanting some more. "Give the boys a kiss from me."

"Will do, Rod." Sharon said, "Oh, and take care of yourself, okay?"

"Okie-doke." I said, and hung up.

I started a pot of coffee, then went back to my bedroom and grabbed my wallet out of my sock drawer. There was the controller. It wasn't a dream. This is gonna be interesting.

I quickly made my bed and then took a shower, shaved, and brushed my teeth.

I put on my robe and went into the kitchen. I nuked a Hot Pocket while I sipped my coffee.

I took my breakfast and coffee into the living room and sat down on the recliner. I thumbed the controller and said, "Getting Started."

Nothing.

"Getting Started option."

Zip.

"Demo"

Beth reappeared. "Welcome to Metacompanion." She said in her sexy English accent, and then smiled. "Welcome back."

"Thanks. I'm not sure how to turn this on without saying 'Demo.'" I informed her.

"Well, once you've completed the Getting Started option, you can just hold your thumb in place for 15 seconds to turn it on or off. Saying 'on' or 'off' while holding your thumb to the controller will also work."

"Okay. Let's do the Getting Started feature." I said. My hard-on was poking up from between my robe.

Beth noticed it. "Would you like some assistance with your cock while setting up the metacompanion?" she asked, as she pulled her D-cup breasts out over the top of the leather demi-cups on her corset.

I debated it. Last night I just had said yes to the first sexual option given to me. I was going to try to maintain composure. "Maybe in a bit. I'm eating breakfast right now."

"I'll sit here, " Beth said, reclining on the couch. "Unless you'd like me to sit on the arm rest and feed you.

"Ah..." Sounds awesome, but distracting. "That's okay. I'll feed myself."

"Anything else you would like me to do? Any cooking or laundry or cleaning?"

Actually ... I thought. "Cleaning sounds excellent, actually." I said. "The bedrooms need tidying up, and there's a load of dishes in the dishwasher that need to be put away.

She instantly stood up, and her appearance changed. She still was Beth, but she wore a French Maid outfit: black spiked heels, fishnet stockings, a tiny black micro skirt with white frills on the hem, and a matching strapless top. A matching maid headband appeared, with her long wavy black hair spilling out from the back and over her bare shoulders.

"I'll get on it. Would you like to access the Getting Started option now?"

"Yes, please." I said. Oh man, this thing was excellent.

"Getting Started" said the tablet-style screen that appeared in front of me.

"This screen will help Metacompanion tailor itself to meet your needs, wants and desires. Let's start with you saying your name."

"Rod Hackshaw." I spoke.

"Pleased to meet you Rod Hackshaw."

"Hackshaw?" Said Beth, from the hallway. "Good name." She smiled and went into the kids' bedroom.

"Place your right thumb on the controller." Commanded the screen.

I did so. After a moment, a green circle appeared on the tablet and read "Successful." As the voice instructed me to place my left thumb on the controller.

In a second, the tablet read, "coupling completed." My thumbprints appeared on the screen as the voice said, "Coupling completed. This machine is now the property of Rod Hackshaw and cannot be operated by any other individual without a system-wide reset.

The screen displayed that a system-wide reset could be accessed through the 'advanced preferences' option.

'We will now present you with a large selection of sexual preferences. You can re-access this menu at any time, in case your tastes change or you have made a mistake."

That was good to know. I didn't have to be too careful here.

The first options were surprising and some were downright disturbing.

Sex: Male was already checked.

Orientation: Heterosexual was checked. Other options included 'Homosexual, Bisexual, Bicurious, Hetero + hermaphrodites, anthropomorphic, and advanced options' — I kept 'heterosexual' checked.

Next up, was "Age of partners (check all that apply)." And was a bit sickened to discover that I could go as young a 4 years old. "18-24" was already checked. I made it so it said that I was attracted to women between the ages of 18-44. I might add some older ladies later, and I eyed the 16-17 button, but figured that 18 was more than young enough.

This then brought up a "Most attractive, target age' with the age 31 checked. I brought it down to 25.

Over the next hour or so, I was engrossed with the questions presented before me. I barely noticed the sound of dished being unloaded in my kitchen as I answered screen upon screen of different questions.

I realized that I was pretty vanilla. I didn't have much desire for any of the bondage options, and soon those disappeared completely.

The level of submission was next. I could rape the metacompanion if I had any desire (I didn't). It was somewhere in the middle ... but actually...

"Beth?" I called out.

"Yes?" She appeared from the kitchen, looking breath-taking.

"I'm on the level of submission screen. I like women to be independent, horny, and desiring the same kinds of sex as I do."

The screen said, "understood." As I watched check boxes on screen after screen check themselves off.

Beth said, "I'm part of the same system as on your lap. You can talk to it if you want to get an answer, if you prefer."

A variable rate appeared on the submission screen. I set it at 45%. It wouldn't be bad to have different models act uniquely.

Another half-hour had gone by. I was stroking myself again as we got into some aspects that I really liked.

I liked to watch women masturbate. I desired group sex, but as the only male. I liked oral sex — giving and receiving. Vaginal sex and anal sex were also good. I liked being seduced. I enjoyed a good strip show. I enjoyed dirty talk, but not too vulgar. I preferred the word 'cock' to 'dick' and 'pussy' to 'snatch.' I enjoyed my women to be clean with no offensive odors. I preferred to the woman to initiate sexual advances.

I discovered that I had a few "fetishes" according to the "Wardrobe/fetish" screen. Those were then ranked in order. There were quite a few options on these screens that I didn't understand, like "Yakimata Coat" — and so I asked what it was.

A woman would appear dressed in the fetish. The Yakimata Coat was made of some sort of rubbery see-through material, pushing the breasts into unnatural angles. I figured this must be some sort of future fetish. That one remained unchecked, but a few other future fashions did appeal to me.

Beth completed her tasks and reclined on the sofa. She lifted her skirt and inserted the handle of a feather duster into her wet vagina as she watched me. I didn't own a feather duster, so I figured it was a sim.

I watched her for a moment and she said that she was ready if I wanted to take a break. I blatantly stroked my cock as I watched her, but then said "Maybe in a minute."

"Okay, stud.' She said.

I released my cock and allowed it to go semi-flaccid as I went through a bunch of menus of things that did not interest me. No peeing. No poop. No food fetish. Rim job? Hmm ... Okay. I bet I could get into that. Anal insertion? Probably not. I checked that one 'no.'

My coffee had grown cold the next time I took a sip of it. I looked at the clock: 10:30. Wow. Okay. I need to take a break from this.

"Beth, I think you have enough information now ... how many more options are there."

'Yes, I have a better than rudimentary knowledge of your sexual preferences now. There are still many, many screens where you rate two women side-by-side in order to generate models that you would find appealing. However, you can access the database of presets now and get a really enjoyable fuck. Or, you can just fuck me right now, if you'd prefer. I'd love to taste that hard, juicy cock of yours."

"Your part of this machine, right? If I choose anyone else, I'm not hurting your feelings or anything, right? You won't feel rejected?"

"Not yet, no. As you assign models more and more personality traits, their own Ais will develop uniquely from the master program. But right now, I'm only Menu Slave B, your assistant in helping you discover the abilities of the Metacompanion." Beth resumed fucking herself, having replaced the duster with three of her own fingers. Her hips writhed on the sofa cushion, her legs splayed in a way for me to get the best view of her sex.

"And, how many woman can I generate at any given time?" I felt bad interrupting her. She seemed too close to a climax to concentrate on my question.

And climax she did. She moaned and writhed at pumped her fingers brutally at her slit, as Anna appeared from the kitchen. She was wearing some of the clothes that I had said I found appealing: namely, she looked like she had gotten back from an aerobics class, circa 1984 — in her spandex turquoise leotard, black legwarmers, black sweatband in her hair, and ballet slippers.