Sexbot Dua

A few minutes later, Dua showed up and playfully danced in front of Olivia's porch camera while she waited for Oliva to answer the door. She wore a long sleeve sweater with a spider web design and jeans that slipped down to show the tops of her pink lace panties.

"Ah," I said as I watched the display. "My sexbot has arrived."

"Your what?!" Olivia asked.

I sighed. "Go to the smallest bedroom in the house and masturbate. Silently. Until I come get you."

Olivia nodded and went off, allowing me a good view of her taut, virgin ass. The ass I would be the first to claim.

I let Dua in.

"Are you Olivia's boyfriend or something?" she asked. I said nothing and entranced her.

"Dua, follow me."

The pop star obeyed as I closed and locked the door behind her. Luckily she had come via Uber, so there was no car in the driveway to arouse suspicion.

"Dua, you are no longer Dua Lipa."

"...no longer Dua Lipa..."

"You are Dua-bot, a robot built for sexual pleasure."

"Dua-bot...robot built for sexual pleasure..."

"I am your owner, and you will obey me."

"Owner...will obey you..."

"Any time I say 'Human Mode', you will become Dua Lipa again, but be totally subserviant to me."

"Human mode...Dua Lipa again...totally subserviant..."

"And saying 'Reactivate' puts you back into Dua-bot mode."

"Reactivate...Dua-bot..."

"Now, wake up."

Dua stiffened up robotically.

"Thank you for purchasing your new Dua-bot," she said in monotone. "Who is my owner?"

"Jack Jones."

"Affirmative. Owner name set as Jack Jones. How may I serve you, owner?"