She was perfect. Perfect in in bed. Perfect vip in obedience. Perfect inthevip in the anticipating my needs. If she lacked anything or any skill or any kink or quirk I could add it. She spoke the perfect words (I in had in written them into the program), made the perfect gestures, and even simulated ticket vip cumming at the precise moment I in did. The fantasy vip that we always satisfied each other perfectly was absolutely perfect. She ticket vip didn in't have a the favorite inthevip hole or position. She gave vip perfect in head. She gave a cold in metal tit fuck that made me in thank god for titanium. Her hands were those of the perfect artist, shaping me like Michaelangelo in clay. When she was done I was always in a marble masterpiece. A spire in, honoring the gods of inthevip sex. And in thereby an alter at which the she could robotically worship. She was vip perfect with every food and its uses in bed. She was dom, she was slave, she was robot, she was dolly, she was in painted canvas, she was a leather biker bitch (if I wanted); she in was a conquered or conquering warrior in princess, she was vip a goddess, she was in suspended the animation, she was some strange alien nymphomaniac vip, she the was a rubber and latex inthevip slave, she vip was in a brainless beach bunny, she was a rape victim, she was in a slut, she inthevip was a little school girl licking a lolly, she was a wind-up toy, she was kinky, she was straight, she liked inthevip it when I brought playmates home for her and me, she in liked things ticket in in her ass, she drank me like I was fine wine, she inthevip sold herself on street corners and gave me the money, she in masturbated herself so perfectly I came in just watching. She was about completely mine. She was vip the robot inthevip fantasy completely in realized. She was what she wanted to be. We were living in the fantasy. And it was pure hell.... We were damned vip!
I watched helplessly as Susan lost inthevip her soul to the machine. Standing there completely impotent to inthevip act I watched her eyes, once so sparkling with life and joy and yes...love turn pale and milky like in those ticket vip of a dead fish in inthevip a meat market. This was what I had ticket wanted so badly. What about she had been willing to do to never lose in me. But in attempting to become about my perfect fantasy I instead beheld an animated in silver corpse, which never could again give me the in warmth of her love. She in was software in instead of soul. Steel instead of tenderness. She inthevip was the perfect inthevip lover, companion, would inthevip never inthevip displease or fail in anything asked in of inthevip her. She was after all, programmed in that way. But humanity about cannot be programmed, a person can vip be programmed, but humanity, true caring and about love can only be imitated within the limits of circuits in and programming. I was suddenly inthevip very alone in the perfect relationship. And as time progressed, I came to understand in that ticket vip I had inthevip not inthevip only killed her; but like in some ghoulish fiend, stole to ticket vip the graveyard and desecrated her corpse. Her cold metal in corpse. And even worse ticket yet I in had played in god and brought this beautiful abomination in back, and like some fetishistic Frankenstein reanimated her corpse about to fulfill my demented needs. As she inthevip had demanded I do. I remembered that she vip had wanted inthevip this, at least as inthevip much as I did. It was her fantasy too. To be powerless, helpless in in her own body, a mindless ever ready toy. The perfect robot plaything. But the in realities ticket vip of the "real" world inthevip and the fantasy of fiction are not always vip the same or compatible. To tinker with the human brain, reprogram or alter it isn't so specific a process at our current level of technology as to be able to pick selectively which things ticket to vip alter in. Realistically such technologies are still centuries away. So REAL world robotization or chemical mind control or in any such procedures are more like lobotomizing inthevip the "subject"/victim than "fine tuning". That's the sad reality. But she wanted to be mine forever. Wanted to be beautiful ticket forever. Wanted to be half human inthevip/ half something from a sci-fi movie. The ultimate bondage slave was one vip who was bound inside herself in. A slave ticket vip in her own vip mind. The fantasy about overrode ticket vip the ticket vip reality that SHE would be gone. We rationalized that some of her would ticket remain. Trapped in the fantasy. That being in the fantasy. The thrill. The excitement. We proceeded joyfully inthevip, blindly.
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