Taylor-bot is online

I decided it would be fun to add each of Selena's friends to the harem, then watch as Selena tried and failed to wake them. It would show her just how much control I had over her and any other woman I came across.

"Taylor," I said. "Sit on the couch."

Taylor obeyed.

"Taylor," I said. "Repeat after me. You are not Taylor Swift."

"I am not Taylor Swift." Taylor said blankly.

"You are a fembot based off Taylor Swift."

"I am a fembot based off Taylor Swift."

"You are comprised of gears and wires."

"I am comprised of gears and wires."

"I am your owner. You must obey me."

"You are my owner. I must obey you."

"Okay, you can stop repeating now. Suppress all of your memories of being Taylor Swift. Place them deep in your subconscious where you can't get them back. When I snap my fingers, you will become Taylor-bot."

I snapped my fingers. Taylor straightened her back.

"Greetings, owner," she said in a monotone voice. "I am your new Taylor-bot. How may I be of assistance?"

"Stand up," I said.

"Yes, owner."

Taylor stood up at attention.

"Are you, or have you ever been, Taylor Swift?" I asked.

"No, owner," said Taylor. "Taylor-bot's design is based off singer Taylor Swift, but she is not the real woman."

The memory suppression had worked. As far as Taylor was now concerned, she was a robot.

"Taylor-bot," I ordered. "Strip naked."

"Yes, owner. Engaging stripping protocol."

Taylor discarded her clothes piece by piece until she was naked.

I called Selena downstairs. She was still in a trance.

"Awake," I said to Selena, wanting to see her reaction to Taylor.