Lady

{if d = 4}You ignore the internal beeping of your recall signal. You're craving cunt too much! Recall can wait.

{endif}{If met lady = true}"You're back!" Lady Barret is sitting on the bed under covers, eating a gateau cake off a plate.

"I came back to see if you needed anything else."

"You already know what I want," she says, licking the crumbs of chocolate from her lips, "come here S4M, lets put that lovely mouth of yours to use again." You couldn't deny her request even if you wanted to, and you strip and walk towards the bed, your red dress trailing behind you like a river. She pulls you in and throws you down onto the sheets, your hands at your sides, your blank eyes staring at hers, awaiting her move. She waddled on her knees over to your head, lifting one of her legs to the other side. She hovers her fine ass over your face, spreading her cheeks apart and revealing her trim, pleasant looking pucker. "Don't worry about getting 'stained' or any other such unpleasantness," she says in a warm explanatory tone, "I had my gut and stomach replaced with far more efficient organs long ago when I was little. I don't shit or pass gas; not that you could stop me from doing anything... unsanitary if I wanted to, but I felt like telling you this.""

"I was wondering how you are able to stay so thin with such a voracious appetite my lady." She just smiles, pushing her pucker against your lips. She shudders as your dexterous tongue probes inside, worming down the moist hole. She 'mmm's' as she continues eating the gateau, and you're unsure if she moaned from that or you. You squeeze her buttcheeks, really digging your fingers into their flesh.

She sits on like this for quite a while, rocking her hips back and forth gently, pumping her body up and down... she came many times, eating and browsing the net on her cybernetic contact lenses. Her asshole clenches each time she reacts to something. You almost think she's forgotten about you, but occasionally you send her into a fit of shudders and moans whenever you lick a perticularly sensitive spot, which she then follows up by pressuring down on your face with her ass. Eventually she hops off, satisfied once more with your service.

"I really need to purchase you for myself," she yawns, "but I think I need a nap for now."

She waves you away and you bow, leaving the room.{else}You walk up to woman at the buffet. She's wearing a large ball gown, with layers of pink and white, with frills and ribbons pleasantly arranged all across it. Here and there are strange futuristic shapes made of chrome seemingly dotted across the dress randomly; spiky and menacing, yet somehow... fitting. She has a wide ribbon wrapped around her midriff, and a bodice that covers her chest. It's cut at the top, revealing the tips of her shoulders, the tops of a pair of voluptuous breasts, and her neck. One of her arms is mechanical, but you can only tell from her shoulder; the rest of it is covered in a sleeve and white glove. Her face is powdered with a touch of blush, covering her asian features. Her emerald eyes are sharp, narrow, and dangerous looking, with thick black eyelashes, like knives. Despite the massive dress she is quite thin, which is strange as she is gorging her face with sweets and cakes from the buffet. You step up next to her, looking at her with a slight tilt of your head.

"My lady," you say, or rather, the body you reside in says. You have really no control over the words that leave those synthetic lips. She pauses her eating to look at you, her eyes scanning you from top to bottom. She wipes crumbs from the corner of her lips.

"Oh, I don't need more hors'douvres thank you, I'm quite fine over here," she says, waving you away in that sort of way only a rich, spoiled woman can do.

"I am no mere waiter my lady. My name is S4M, and my purpose is your pleasure." You wink, just like your programming tells you to do.

"I... see," she says, realising your purpose and placing her plate on the table, "so you're a... sexbot?"

"If that is what you want me to be- I do have other functions as well, although they are secondary."

"I must say, I do get around, but never have I actually made love to a fembot like you. And that see-through brain case of yours; I imagine it's a great turn off for some, but I'm... rather liking it. I enjoy a partner with brains!" She guffaws at her own words. "You must be a new model, no?"

"Yes, I am a new model, but I won't bore you with the registration number, lady..."

On impulse the lady grabs your hand. "Lady Barret. Come S4M, let us go somewhere more private." You don't resist her pull as she takes you through the doors to designated 'loving areas'. The sounds of love making fills the corridor, sultry slow moans and frantic hysterical cries intermittent by sounds of whips or chains or pleasure machines or all of those at once. She opens one of the available doors, flinging both her and you inside. It's a very large chamber, lavishly decorated with paintings and small standing desks topped with little marble statuettes, but other than the wardrobe, a chaise lounge, and a massive King sized bed with curtains on all sides it has quite the empty feeling. A chandelier with a hundred arms hangs from the centre of the ceiling, illuminating the room brightly, but Lady Barret claps her hands, dimming it until the room is filled with a dark orange, sexy mood. She stands by the bed undressing herself, the layers of cloth falling away one by one, her dress collapsing into a ring around her ankles. Her mechanical arm is very apparent now, and it's not dissimilar to your own; sleek and smooth with both metal and plastic parts. She steps out of her gown, dressed in only a tight bodice that binds her chest and stomach and garter panties that hold her white stockings up with clips. She almost forgets you're there for a moment, admiring herself in a full length mirror, tracing her hands over her curves, but a second later she turns back to you.

"Well? What are you waiting for? You're the sexbot here; do what you're made to do." She jumps on the bed, her back on a pile of soft pillows, her legs spread wide open, kicking her high heels to the side. You crawl onto the bed, onto her, one hand on the bed, the other holding her behind her ear, drawing her head close to yours. Your lips meet in a kiss that you let her take control of. Her fingers creep across your back, to the zipper of your dress, and she peels it off you like a sock. You tug at her bodice, loosening the laces enough for Lady Barret's breasts to escape their confines, and your lips start trailing south, down to her nipples which you suckle and lick and tug lightly with your teeth. She breathes out heavily through her nose, feeling the pleasure but not yet convinced of it. She pushes her garter panties to the side, exposing her neat and trim yet experienced pussy, hinting at what she wants you to do next. You understand clearly, batting your pupiless eyes as you go down on her, your face between her legs. At first you touch it, massage it with your fingers, but she doesn't want that, telling you that fact by pushing your head down with a bit of ****. You suck at it like a suction cup, lapping at the clitoris with your dexterous tongue, tickling, fiddling, pushing, smacking, slobbering, and doing all manner of other verbs to it. She whimpers breathlessly, arching back as her eyes go glassy. She bites her lip.

"Turn around, I want something to lick at too."

You oblige, picking yourself up and crawling into position like a cat, hovering your synthetic pussy over her face. She eagerly eats at it when the two meet, sucking it like the tip of an ice cream cone or a slice of lemon, her drool combined with your faux femcum dribbling down her chin. She moans as your tongue hits upon an exceptionally sensitive part of her pussy, causing her hips to rock up and down. You feel her hands trying to dig into your ass as she gets more tense, more wound up, more ready to orgasm. You go for the finishing blow, repeatedly jabbing with your curled tongue, lashing, striking, going faster and faster in tandem with her rising crescendo of moans and groans and whimpers, her body tensing, arching, and she screams in pleasure as she cums, orgasms, squirts in exctasy!

"Ah-ah-aah-aaaahffffuuuuck! Aahhnghhhhmmmmmm!" Her face scrunches and wrinkles as her eyes and mouth squeeze together tight, an expression that one wouldn't expect on a Lady's face like hers. She lulls her tongue out as her head rolls to the side, growling, her eyes staring off into a far off distant place somewhere above her head, her kegel muscles still tensing and contorting and spraying spritzes of her fluids into your mouth. She has largely forgotten about pleasuring you, but it doesn't bother you at all much; your pleasure after all is secondary.

After resting on top of her for a minute or two she pushes you off to the side. She sits up, staring at you with predatory eyes.

"You're exactly what I needed to spice up this dreary party." It seems she's not done with you yet, as she crawls even now towards you with a dildo in hand. Where did she get that thing? Who knows, but you don't seem to care.

You lie next to Lady Barret on the bed, her body exhausted and curled against yours, both of your bodies naked except for scraps of rope and smears of whipped cream and ice cream. The last couple hours might've gotten a little wild. Still, she seems content as she purrs and strokes your chest with her robot arm.

"Fuck, you're definitely in my top five lovers... can I purchase you off your master? Any price; I can afford it."

"I would have to ask them and see." You get off the bed and stand up, cleaning yourself up with a towel. She groans in displeasure of your departure, shuffling under the sheets.

"Do you have to go just yet?"

"I'm afraid so, I have other guests to attend to as well."

She flops down against the pillow and sighs. "Very well, but could you send for someone to bring me more ice cream and cake? Oh and wine. Our love has made me quite peckish."

"Of course, at once my lady."{endif}