“Clothe me, please”

“Hey, open up. I need some clothes.” You knock on the autocloset. “Please.”

The robotic arms spring back to life, presenting you with a selection of slutty and risqué lingerie that complements your newfound submissive state—garments that are revealing and tight, designed to show off your curves and make you feel ****. You pick out a simple black lace set, hoping to cover up the evidence of your recent encounter.

Slowly the autocloset dresses you in a sensual and sexual way, it’s the cold metal fingers deftly sliding the fabric over your skin, the lace tickling your sensitized flesh.

The arms glide over your body, each movement calculated and precise. The first piece is a pair of crotchless panties, the cold metal tracing the outline of your sex, making you gasp as it slides the fabric into place. The lace feels like a whisper against your sensitive skin, the open crotch leaving you exposed and ready for whatever the autocloset deems necessary.

Next comes the bra, the robotic hands cupping your breasts gently before lifting them into the cups. The material is soft, yet constricting, pushing your breasts together in a way that makes your nipples ache. The lace bites into your overlarge flesh slightly, a reminder of the power this machine holds over you. The clasp snaps shut with a finality that sends a shiver down your spine, leaving your breasts high and displayed.

The final piece is a sheer, low-cut negligee that barely covers your new lingerie. The robotic arms lift it over your head, the fabric caressing your body as it descends. You can feel the coolness of the material as it glides over your skin, the delicate lace catching on your hardened nipples. The arms pull the negligee into place, the material hugging your curves and leaving little to the imagination. The sensation of being dressed by something so cold and mechanical is strangely erotic, making you feel like a marionette dressed for a show.