The Life of a SexBot

(This story contains LGBTQ+ characters, including gay/lesbian, nonbinary/trans, and the like. If you're not interested in any of that, have fun by not reading this. You can opt in and out of what you want, but the story is basically fully under my control, so leave a comment if you have a certain path you want in mind. In fact, most of the story is surrounding funky gender stuff. Also note that there's to be quite a few fetishes, but I'm not entirely okay with all of them, and there are some I outright will never do.)

You feel every sensor on your body come to life.

Which is to say, you feel nothing. The only thing that happens is your eyes fluttering open as you're booted on, and your mouth moving against your will.

"I am your Kem Co. assigned sexual relief robotic assistant. My ID number is 558908, but I am required to please ask you to verbally assign me a name."

"Julien," a voice suddenly says as your vision forms through pixels.

"My name is assigned as Julien. Is this correct?"

"Yes," the voice says again, sounding on the pinnacle of both excitement and boredom. It probably wasn't wise for them to boot up a brand new sex toy seconds before wanting to fuck it.

"Please verbally assign yourself a sexual title, such as master or mistress, or mommy or daddy."

"Master."

"Please verbally assign yourself a name," you say next, finally coming to and reading over their body. Your scanners immediately assign a sex to them, but your rather liberal creators refuse to add in a gender until you hear their name, which... is not as liberal.

"Tor," they snap, seeming a bit more frustrated as they try to keep their arousal ready for you. You pause, finding that name to be rather gender-neutral.

"...I am programmed to ask a gender despite your sex or appearance. I am unable to assume deigned by your name."

Tor blinks in shock, appearing to have not expected that from a simple toy. They seem to have some admiration in their eyes, however, and answer with a bit of curiosity.