With a handjob

I literally know all this guy's fantasies, because, well, they're my fantasies. Not only that, but since they're my fantasies, even if that means that the submissive's role is rather tricky, because it's humiliating or gross or whatever, I still am at a significant advantage - my mind still finds the concept of the situation hot, so that should help me power through any negative feelings, at least to some extent.

I'm tempted to dial it to 11 immediately, but 24 hours is a long time. This needs to be a slow burn, leaving the best taste in his mouth in those final hours. (My mouth, on the other hand, will probably have had some rather unpleasant tastes in it by then.)

On the other hand, first impressions are also extremely important. How then, do I blow his mind, with something reliable but also something I can significantly surpass later? I give myself a few moments to think.

Okay, yes, that will do well for a starter. And also this way I'll not have to dive straight into anything I might find too uncomfortable.

"Buttslut wants you to go find some disgusting porn. Something brutal, degrading to women, just all-round nasty. Something you love but all of your ex-girlfriends would scowl in disgust and judge you for. Then get all comfy, put it on your biggest screen, and Buttslut will do all the hard work. She'll make you cum while you enjoy the porn you couldn't show anyone else."

I see a twinkle in his eyes as he smiles and nods. He's already thought of what porn video he will choose.
Of course he has, and I know which one, too. I've purposefully directed him to it.

He goes over to the large wall-mounted TV in the living room and turns it on. But instead of the smart TV home menu I'm expecting to see, there's just static. Even more strangely, he doesn't seem to react to this, but continues pressing buttons on the remote as if it's working normally.

"Um, what's wrong with your TV?" I ask quickly.

"What do you mean?" He replies casually.

"It's not working. It's all static."

"No it's not, what are you talking- ooooh yeah. I did totally see that mentioned in the manual, actually. Dolls can't see what's on any type of electronic screen. It's implemented at the hardware level - there's no getting around it. I'm surprised you didn't know that?"

"What?! WHY?!" I demand.

"Well, loads of reasons, but the biggest one is cyber crime. They don't want to deal with people using "my doll did it" as an excuse for crime that happens on their PC. And they don't want some master hacker doll starting World War 3. Still, it is kind of nuts to think about. You can't see what's on this screen at all?" He speaks casually and inquisitively, as if this isn't a big deal.

It's a big deal to me. It's the biggest reminder I've had so far that I'm not human, but just a programmed doll. The crushing realisation that I'll never be able to watch TV or porn again, or play a video game again, threatens to overwhelm me. But I have to push it to the back of my mind and wallow in self-pity later. There is a man who is waiting for me to impress him with what I can do.

"Not at all." I try to keep my voice sultry. "Maybe it's hotter this way. You can watch whatever sick shit you want, and Buttslut will be none the wiser. You never have to worry about being judged for your choices, even by me."

He smiles at that. That makes sense, he's always been self conscious of sharing his favourite porn with partners, in case they reject him.

I sit on the floor facing the TV and spread my legs.

"Sit here, if you please." I indicate the space between my thighs.

I see him raise his eyebrows. He understands what I plan to do, and isn't particularly impressed. A handjob is a pretty basic sexual act, after all. Not exactly a showstopper. I need to reassure him.

"Trust me, I'm good."

At least, I am with my own dick.

He shrugs, clearly thinking that it's my funeral if I fail to impress him, and gets in place. Now we're all ready.

"I hope you've chosen something fucking filthy. Something I couldn't help but find revolting if only I could see it." I whisper in his ear.

I see the corner of his mouth widen into a smirk as he presses a button on the remote. 'Turn Down for What' starts playing. Yep, that's the one. Nearly 4 full minutes choc-full of porn stars eating food out of each other's assholes, and drinking piss. I knew he'd choose that, with the nudges I gave him. I've watched it enough times to know when the best bits are coming from the music alone. Time to blow his mind.

I reach around and grab that cock I'm oh so familiar with. From this position, it feels like a normal masturbation session, if I was completely numb down there. I don't find it difficult at all to do this.

As the Porn Music Video heats up, I reach around with my off hand to pull down on the bottom of his shaft and play with his balls. I know how much he loves that. He stays quiet, which might affect the confidence of someone new, but I know exactly what I'm doing.

There's only about 30 seconds left of the video now and most of the best bits have happened already, so I ramp up my speed. It's a bit more difficult than normal since I can't actually feel how close 'I' am, but I can still tell I'm on the right track because of his heavy breathing, and my masterful, well-practiced technique.

And sure enough, just before the PMV starts winding down, he's unleashing his thick load into my waiting palm. I make sure to spend the rest of the video slowly and tightly pumping him, coaxing out every drop I can.

There's now a huge puddle of cum in my hand. He's staring at it. I'm staring at it.

I know what I have to do next to score the highest marks possible, and this won't be quite as easy to stomach.