Author's Notes:
This story focuses on somewhat naive female robot dominance, boot and glove fetishism and some adventure of a poor chap that's in the wrong place at the wrong side. (You decide)
There are four more parts to this story. All together they would be the size of a short novel. This is the first part. Please give any comments or criticisms. If interested, I can supply the other 4 parts which are finished. [All parts have been compended in this page. Ed.]
Robots are nowhere near the level of Mori as of 1998. Japanese Universities are doing the most work with humanoid type robots. These robots can make a few different facial expressions and respond to stimulus such as light, but these skills have not been combined into 1 robot yet.
Part 1: DON'T WORRY, LOOK FOR TROUBLE AND IT WILL FIND YOU!
One day I was poking around in the advanced technology laboratory section of the Fourth National Bank, where I am presently employed. A colleague provided me with the combination of a locked door. She said that an optical ATM was going through "burn in" test and that I should have a look at it. Upon entering the ATM lab, I noticed another door that read, "Cybernetics experiment, please keep out, POTENTIALLY HAZARDOUS"!!! Being curious to a fault and marginally clever, I punched the same combination as the outer door and the entry light went to green! I open the door slightly and tried to look into the darkness.
I felt for a light switch and could not find one. By accident the door closed behind me and I lost my bearing. My eyes began to adjust to the dark and I noticed that my arm was cutting through an electric eye of red light. I expected to be quickly caught by security but waited a few minutes and nothing happened.
Becoming more bold, I stood up and walked across the room. It looked like a small banking center with teller booths, but strangely no glass. There was a tarp behind one of the booths. As I walked toward it, I must have tripped an electric eye and some lights came on. I froze for about a minute and still nothing happened. I went over to the tarp and lifted it up. What I saw was quite curious!
A robot of a young asian woman was sitting in a rolling chair with it's eyes closed and hands folded on it's lap. The robot had straight shiny jet black hair a a few inches past it's shoulders, the bangs were cute little fringes and the skin was fairly light. It had a quite a pretty face (looked about 25) with sensuous lips and a slightly turned up nose, which looked somewhat caucasian. The makeup was fastidiously done, but on the heavy side. The lips were very red and glossy, the eyebrows were pencil thin and the eyelashes were prominent. The robot's outfit was of particular interest. It featured a very clingy silky red dress that ended just below the knee. The sleeves were kind of loose and had a fancy braided pattern on them. She also wore a very feminine looking scarf around her neck. I started getting a bit turned on when I noticed that the robot was wearing white nylon gloves that were folded in her lap and disappeared somewhere under the loose sleeves of the dress. What really got me going was when I looked down and saw heels, not just high heels but glossy black leather boots with about stiletto 5" heels that disappeared under the robot's dress. I could tell from the way the boots were filled out that the robot was designed aestetically to have muscular calves and thin thighs.
Being the curious perv that I am, I went down on one knee and rolled up dress slightly to find that the boots continued up above the knee. Feeling guilty about violating a poor apparently defenseless robot, I gave up searching for the boot tops.
Stepping back a little I took the whole figure of the robot in. You could tell that it was a bit on the taller willowy side, and the breasts were created slightly oversized.
At this point no security people had appeared so I relaxed a little. Being curious about the texture of the robot, I touched it's face. It was a smooth silicon with painted highlights to give a non- mannequin appearance. The skin gave slightly to the touch, so there must be a sophisticated gel system under the silicon. I touched the hair and it felt like an expensive toupe that a friend once owned. The hair also had a nice herbal scent. I also delighted in touching the tops and fingertips of her silky gloves. They were so smooth and cool, it started many fantasies thinking what those gloves might do in action. What could you train a robot to do?
Next, my hand felt a bump on the robot's neck and noticed that it was a switch. I pondered for a moment what might happen if this turned the robot on. Thinking with my glands rather than with my brain, as usual, my desire to see the robot open it's eyes overwhelmed any caution.
As I flicked the switch, the robot did nothing for about 30 seconds. Suddenly the large dark almond eyes opened and the robot was looking right at me. In a sweet but firm voice with a Hong Kong accent, it said --PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME, BANK ID AND BUSINESS. IT IS AFTER HOURS, YOU MUST OBEY!! Not knowing what to say, I stuttered and stammered allowing the 10 seconds to elapse. At this point the robot responded: --YOUR IDENTIFICATION TIME HAS ELAPSED! PLEASE SURRENDER BY SITTING DOWN ON THE FLOOR AT THE TELLERBOT'S FEET. IF YOU DO THIS, I WONT HURT YOU, OTHERWISE I CANNOT BE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR INJURY! I AM DESIGNED TO PICK UP 300 POUNDS OF DEAD WEIGHT AND MY HAND GRIP OF 75 LBS PER SQUARE INCH WHICH IS ROUGHLY THREE TIMES THE STRENGTH OF AN AVERAGE HUMAN MALE. I REPEAT, YOU MUST SURRENDER!! As the tellerbot finished it's sentence, it hesitated for a few seconds then stood up, standing at about 6 feet, almost two inches taller than myself. I stood frozen as it walked over to a wall. The right tall black boot of the tellerbot stepped on a hidden switch, which opened a built in wall control panel with several (circuit breaker type) throw switches in it. Her white nylon glove slid several inches out of her sleeve without giving away it's full length, as she reached toward the control panel switches. At this point she eased off the floor switch with her boot and then in unison reapplied pressure with her boot and deftly flicked the throw switch. This appeared to be some kind of a sequence as I heard a few clicks which indicated that now all of the outer doors were locked!
The robot spoke again, --INTRUDER, THERE IS NO ESCAPE, ALL DOORS ARE SEALED. BEGIN INTRUDER ACQUISION-LEVEL1!! The tellerbot's same white glove then efficiently threw another switch as her boot stayed firmly planted on the hidden floor switch. This caused the room to be split in half as a gate came down between us. As soon as the gate came to a halt in the down postion, that soft white glove, that seemed so cool, smooth and innocent before was pulling on a lever that was sliding the gate toward me horizontally across the ceiling at a slow but deliberate rate. I was shocked, yet unbelievably turned on and wondered if I could sue the bank for giving me a coronary? Well, I wasn't hurt yet, but who knows what'll happen. The robot would pull on the lever, look my way again and repeat the action. The gate stopped when I was snared in a 3 feet by 10 feet section of the room. Next, the tellerbot snapped shut the control panel and slowly sauntered toward me. I became more and more agitated, yet I could feel my erection trying to pop thru my pants as the bootclicks on the tiled floor became louder and louder. The robot walked over to a small hidden door in the gate and punched a code. She stepped into my cell and closed the door behind her and faced me.
My android persuer spoke again, --BEGIN FINAL INTRUDER ACQUISITION!. The robot pulled a small strobe light out of her pocket and positioned her gloved finger to turn it on. This was the last straw, I was not going to be caged and then further humiliated. I had superior intelligence to this thing and hopefully some more craft! One hundred ninety pounds of me went barreling toward the robot's shoulder, hoping to knock her off balance and make her drop the strobe, hoping I could either disable her or limit her sight by getting the strobe myself. I was able to knock her in the shoulder, yet it was quite painful for me. She wobbled a bit, but held onto the strobe. What happened next was a bit of a surprise!
The tellerbot took the strobe and dropped it outside of the gate. I thought, maybe I confused it? The robot spoke again, --COMPLETE FINAL INTRUDER ACQUISTION, PHYSICAL CONTACT. This time the android came directly toward me first. Her mincing steps in the high heeled boots came faster and faster, then she stopped about 4 feet in front of me. She took a half step back and put one foot forward and sexily rocked a tall black boot on it's heel. This distracted me a bit too long as she backhanded me across the jaw. This didn't hurt alot, but knocked me off balance. She effortlessly stepped forward and crossed her boot behind me in the direction that I was off balance and simultaneouly caught hold of my wrist. One quick twist of her hand on my wrist in the direction of my weight caused me to trip over her foot. As I tripped over her foot she lifted it up so I landed on by back. Next, she sat on my chest adjusting her weight forward rendering me immobile. She spoke again, --SURRENDER NOW AND I WILL DISPENSE MY SLEEPING GAS CANNISTER, WITH THESE WHITE GLOVES THAT YOU TOUCHED BEFORE! Being wild with anger and fear, I tried to rock her off to no avail. She just adjusted her weight forward again which dampened my rocking. Next, she brought her black leather boots up and wrapped them around my neck. In spite of my fear, I could still smell the "new" leather scent. The robot spoke, --YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE, MY BOOTS THAT YOU SPENT APPROXIMATELY 67.3% OF OUR CONTACT TIME STUDYING WILL INDUCE YOUR SLEEP. I felt the pressure around my neck increase and then there was darkness.
Part 2: THE INTERROGATION
I woke up with a nasty headache, staring at the ceiling of an examination room, much like in a doctor's office. When I attempted to get up, I noticed that my arms and legs were bound by large cuffs of velcro . The cuffs were not pulled taught, but tight enough that one set of fingers could not help the other arms or legs escape. I also noticed that my clothes had been replaced with a throwaway medical gown. There were also several unfamiliar pieces of medical equipment in the room. This situation was truly bizarre and it really didn't add up. Fourth National bank wasn't a government agency like the CIA. Who would spend millions on a robot like that? I pondered these questions for about 5 minutes and then heard the hollow clicks of boots on tile outside of the room.
My heart began to speed up rapidly. The door opened and the tellerbot appeared again. This time she was wearing a white lab coat over the red dress from before. The white nylon gloves were exchanged for black rubber gloves which also disappeared under her rolled up lab coat sleeves about 1/2 way up her forearms. The boots were the same black leather ones as before. She wore a small pink carnation pinned near the center of her chest. She clutched her rubber gloved hands together as if in anticipation of something, then spoke, --INTRUDER, ARE YOU NOW READY TO IDENTIFY YOURSELF AND PURPOSE? GIVEN YOUR TENUOUS SITUATION, I WILL GIVE YOU MORE TIME THAN BEFORE TO RESPOND. WOULD YOU LIKE SOMETHING FOR YOUR HEADACHE FROM THE STRANGULATION?
I nodded yes.
The android pulled open a drawer from under the table I was Secured to and produced a 2 pack of anacin. She ripped open the packet and put the two aspirin on the padded table next to me. Next she went over to a sink and got me a glass of water. The robot put the two pills in the palm of her rubber gloved hand and brought them up to my mouth for me to swallow. I picked them up in my lips and hesitated for a moment, pretending to be positioning the aspirins in my lips. The real reason was to savor the texture of the rubber glove touching my face and to breathe in it's scent. She then held the paper cup to my lips and seemed to be studying me as I drank the water.
--INTRUDER, IT IS NOW TIME TO SUPPLY THE REQUIRED INFORMATION. YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS. I thought, oh shit, not again. I lost my head, not wanting to indentify myself and the allotted time passed by again. The tellerbot spoke again, --BEGIN INFORMATION EXTRACTION SEQUENCE, PHASE I. The robot stepped on a pedal under the table with one of her high black boots and my bonds became tighter. Next, she pulled my medical gown off of my body and ripped off the sleeves. I was prone and nearly naked except for my underwear briefs. My vulnerability to this android caused my manhood to swell to new heights.
The robot spoke again, --INTRUDER, THIS MACHINE WILL GAUGE YOUR STIMULATION TO MY INTEROGATION. PREPARE FOR SAMPLING. The robot's rubber gloved hands made themselves very busy turning on and adjusting the knobs on an electronic box that looked like an EEG, but it wasn't. Six electrodes were carefully placed on my scalp. The box had a simple display on it. There were two black horizontal lines near the top and bottom. The line near the top was marked "pleasure threshold". The line on the bottom was marked "pain threshold". The robot stepped back from the table in full view and slowly paced the room, her high heeled boots made a quiet swishing sound against the lab coat as she studyied the display. A thick green bar appeared from the center of the screen and nearly rose to the line marked pleasure threshold. -- CAPTIVE, YOU SPEND A HIGH PERCENTAGE OF OUR CONTACT TIME WATCHING MY FOOTWEAR, IN ADDITION DURING THIS PERIOD YOU REGISTER A HIGH THRESHOLD OF PLEASURE. YOU ALSO TOUCHED MY BOOTS WHEN I WAS IN PASSIVE MODE. I went to speak, but the robot hushed me by putting her rubber covered hand over my mouth. QUIET! YOUR SUBJECTIVE INPUT WILL BE EVALUATED AT A LATER TIME WHEN YOU LEARN TO OBEY!
PREPARE FOR PAIN THRESHOLD CALIBRATION!
The android first located a pressure point on my upper thigh and gave it a healthy squeeze. The monitor showed my reaction slightly above the pain threshold.
PREPARE FOR PLEASURE THRESHOLD CALIBRATION!
The tellerbot stood along side the table and placed her cool rubber gloves on my stomach. They seemed to be tracing random patterns . I slowly realized what was happening as the movements gained effectiveness in tickling me. Suddenly the tellerbot's rubber gloved hands burrowed into both of my ribs simultaneously and it dawned on me that her interrogation included tickling. I enjoyed sensual tickling, but this was sensory overload. It was a different type of tickling from what I had ever experienced. Instead of soft strokes, the tellerbots fingers were like small yet powerful vibrators. Sometimes the vibrations were rapid and tiny, other times she poked me with her rubber fingertips. The effect was maddening, but highly erotic. The robot also seemed to catalogue my most ticklish spots as my ribs were fully "sampled". I tried to move away from the fingers and screamed out. Without missing a beat, the tellerbot tightened my bonds with a brief tap of her boot on the table length adjustment pedal, located under the table and continued her treatment. Her face had a single minded determined look which barely changed expression. At this point my genitals were becoming intensely sore from the robots incessant tickle teasing, yet the gloves never touched my genitals. I was experiencing blue balls and beyond. At one point the robot did seem to study my chronic erection.
DEAR CAPTIVE, IT IS NOW TIME TO GO BEYOND THE PLEASURE THRESHOLD. YOU ARE SUFFICIENTLY VULNERABLE TO TICKLING. COMMENCE TICKELING LEVEL II Without saying another word the android produced two feathers out of her apron pockets. Her black rubber gloved hands holding the feathers began their random patterns, but this time on many body parts: the navel, breasts thighs, belly then back to ribs. Her pretty asian features barely changed from that determined expression, occasionally pursing her lips when a particularly ticklish spot was discovered. The tickling attacks became very random, I didn't know where she would strike next. At one point the robot was able to look away from the feedback screen and my body and just tickle. After the sampling was finished, the pleasure turned into agony because all of the sensitive spots were given just too much feathered attention. When I thought that the agony had reached a peak, it got worse. She seemed to tickle at the same maddening rate, but spend all of her time on the sensitive spots and travel very quickly between them. I found myself laughing out loud uncontrollably. After a few minutes she stopped.
DEAR INTRUDER, CAPTIVE AND POOR SOUL, YOUR BODY HAS BEEN SAMPLED TO THE EXTENT THAT I CAN CAUSE YOU AGONY AT WILL. IN FACT I CAN NOT GUARANTEE THAT THE NEXT LEVEL OF TICKELING WOULD NOT CAUSE A PHYSICAL OR EVEN MENTAL HEALTH RISK. SHOULD I CONTINUE WITH LEVEL 3 TREATMENT? To show her serious intentions, her beautiful, yet relentlessly punishing black boot stepped down once more, on the table length control, which made my bonds impossibly tight. Next, she fixed me with an angry gaze and slowly closed the distance between the feathers and my captive torso.
During this bizarre chain of events, I couldn't think very clearly (the tickling was driving me downright loopy) and attempted to hatch a desperate plan. I didn't want to be caught poking around in this experimental lab, yet being on the edge kept me from seeing the possible ramifications of fraudulent actions. There was only one bank name and matching ID that I knew besides my own. In desperation I interrupted the android, --MS Tellerbot, I have your answer! Without moving, she stared intently at me.
Part 3: GETTING TO KNOW YOU
INTRUDER, I AWAIT YOUR ANSWER. LACK OF HONESTY WILL RESULT IN LEVEL 3 TICKLING AS PUNISHMENT. PLEASE PROCEED.
My name is Steven Tweed.
WHAT IS YOUR BANK ID AND MOTHER'S MAIDEN NAME?
My ID is 116046 and my mother's maiden name is Astor.
WHAT IS YOUR SOCIAL SECURITY ID.
043-71-0987
HUH ...?
MR CEO?
(The CEOs blue blood background was nearly common knowledge. We administer the database for the CEO's private portfolio which includes his SS# and bank ID. Being a bit envious I seemed to remember some of his particulars.)
I CANNOT FULLY COMPLETE YOUR SECURITY PROFILE BECAUSE THERE IS NO OCCULAR SCAN ON RECORD FOR YOU. AS SUCH, YOUR RELEASE IS IMPOSSIBLE. YET SINCE I HAVE A 51.7% CONFIDENCE RATE THAT YOU ARE STEVEN TWEED.AS SUCH,, YOUR INTEROGATION WILL CEASE. PLEASE ACCEPT MY APOLOGY UP FRONT! I'M SURE YOU RECOGNIZE MY SECURITY OBLIGATIONS. I REALIZE THAT MY PAST ACTIONS TO A CEO COULD HAVE SERIOUS RAMIFICATIONS.
The tellerbot hung her head low for a moment. She then stepped down with one of her glossy boots and significantly loosened my bonds.
SHALL I TOWEL OFF YOUR BODY FLUIDS MR CEO?
I nodded.
The android went over to the sink and prepared a hot towel bath. She returned and with apparent tenderness gently washed my whole body from head to toe, not once going near the genitals. During this time she gave me several sweet awkward smiles.
MR CEO, I CANNOT RELEASE YOU UNTIL I GET CONFIRMATION BY A SECURITY STAFF MEMBER. THIS COULD TAKE SEVERAL HOURS, BUT PERHAPS I CAN ENTERTAIN YOU WITH THE CONTENTS OF MY DATABASE.
YOUR CHOICES ARE:
1.WORD GAMES 2.TRIVIA 3.QUIZES 4.FEATS OF STRENGTH (did the developer watch Seinfeld? Festivus for the rest of us?) 5.ROBOT TRAINING 6....
I interrupted the tellerbot. --Please tell me about robot training.
THIS WAY YOU CAN PROVIDE IMPORTANT INFORMATION FOR MY NEURAL NET.
That might interesting.
I MAY REQUIRE A BRIEF TESTING PERIOD WITH YOU TO SYNTHSIZE THE NEW DATA.
Fine.
OK, LETS BEGIN TRAINING SEQUENCE. SHOULD I REMOVE YOUR BONDS?
Not yet.
CURIOUS!
The tellerbot pulled up a chair, sat down and crossed her booted legs. The lab coat rose up to her knees, but no boot tops were in sight. She then clenched her black rubber gloves together and looked at the pleasure/pain monitor, as if for my reaction. She would occasionally do other things like rock her boot heel, smooth her gloves or adjust a control on the monitor and then study the monitor's reaction.
--Can you tell me why you didn't phone my presence to security and instead took it upon yourself to apprehend me?
A THOUSAND PARDONS MR CEO. THERE IS NO PHONE HOOKUP TO SECURITY. I TOOK IT UPON MYSELF TO CAPTURE YOU. YOU WALKED INTO AN INCOMPLETE TEST BED IN ADVANCED LAB 12. I WAS ONLY TURNED ON 3 TIMES IN THE BANK WITH MY FULL NEURAL NET INSTALLED AND THOSE TIMES THE DEVELOPER HAD MY REMOTE CONTROL CUTOFF MECHANISM READY TO USE IF NEEDED DUE TO MY POTENTIAL PHYSICAL AGRESSIVENESS.
Why did you rock back on your heel before in the other room before you hit me?
I NOTICE WHAT DISTRACTS OTHERS AND USE IT TO MY ADVANTAGE
--Do you have a name?
PLEASE CALL ME MORI, SHORT FOR MORIKKO. SOME OF MY LINEAGE IS ALSO JAPANESE AND AMERICAN.BESIDES CHINESE.
(Lineage?)
Mori, where did you learn how to fight humans?
IN THE JAPENESE ARMY. AFTER 4 MONTHS MY MATCHES IN JUDO RAN 99.7% UDEFEATED, DUE TO THE STRENGTHENING OF MY NEURAL NET (experiances). I LOST TO A SIXTH DEGREE BLACKBELT WHO TURNED ME OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF A MATCH. YET HE WAS IN A COMPROMISED SITUATION IN A FIREMAN'S CARRY HOLD ABOUT 2.5 SECONDS FROM A PIN. HE WOULD NOT HAVE A REMATCH.
Mori, why do you wear boots and gloves?
HERSCHBERG, MY DEVELOPER SEEMS TO PREFER THEM TO OTHER ACCESORIES. HE TELLS ME THEY ARE MORE FASHIONABLE AND MORE AUTHORITATIVE THAN OTHER CLOTHES.
I bet.
MISTER CEO, I BELIEVE IT IS MY TURN TO ASK SOME QUESTIONS.
Ok Mori.
MISTER CEO, WHY DID YOU TOUCH MY GLOVES AND FOOTWEAR BEFORE WHEN I WAS IN PASSIVE MODE IN THE OTHER ROOM. ALSO WHY DO YOU STARE AT AND SEEM TO HAVE PLEASURE WATCHING ME PERFORM ANY KIND OF MOVEMENT WITH MY BOOTS OR GLOVES? I 'VE BEEN CONFIRMING PREVIOUS OBSERVATIONS OF THIS BY WATCHING YOUR STIMULUS LEVELS DURING OUR PRESENT CONVERSATION. DO YOU ALSO FIND MY ACCESORIES AUTHORITATIVE OR FASHIONABLE?
Yes. they are authoratative and constantly excite me!
HMM??
Sometimes men like to be teased and pampered by women (or robots I guess) wearing your sort of clothing. In fact you've done everything but give me an orgasm.
WHAT IS TEASING AND WHAT IS AN ORGASM?
Teasing can include non direct stimulation for a while before direct genital stimulation is given. It can also mean other things like verbal teasing and playing games. The games can even include pampering or in my prone state threats. Your tickling is certainly a form of teasing when it doesn't exceed the pleasure threshold. . Most men need direct stimulation on the genitals to achieve orgasm. It is generally the highest form of human sexual pleasure, though your teasing can equal it Mori. A man will ejaculate his sperm during orgasm. Would you care to incorporate this into your neural net?
MR CEO, THIS AREA WAS AVOIDED IN MY TRAINING BY HERSHBERG. IF IT PLEASES ONE OF YOUR POSITION, IT WILL PLEASE ME! I BELIEVE IT IS CALLED MASTERBATION?
(Sex with a robot would be a little too bizarre!)
yes.
SO I SHOULD TEASE YOU, PAMPER YOU, THREATEN YOU AND LATER MASTERBATE YOU?
Yes. Just look in your database about how you've stimulated me in the past. When you feel you're ready, you can begin your direct genital stimulation.
BEGIN LEVEL THREE TICKELING INTEROGATION! YOU ARE NOT MR CEO.
What?
YOUR EYE COLOR DOES NOT MATCH THE CEOS!!! YOU ARE A LIAR! PREPARE FOR SEVERE PUNISHMENT AND ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT.
The tellerbot walked over to the table and tightened my bonds with a hard stamp of her right boot on the table length adjustment pedal. Her eyes glaring at me, she took out both feathers and begin to tickle me like the dickens until I interrupted her.
Mori, I am the CEO and have blue eyes!!!!!!!!
She then stopped and loosened the bonds.
SCARED YOU MR CEO! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR EYE COLOR SHOULD BE! HA HA! YOU'RE LUCKY, IF YOU CONFESSED, I WOULD HAVE HAD TO PUNISHED YOU!
Whoosh, you sure did scare me! (Her last actions were weird. They would have been appeared to have been trained.)
I UNDERSTAND YOUR DESIRES! PLEASE STAY SILENT AND LET ME TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR BODY!
Mori stood up and paced the room a few times as I listened to the click of her 5" heeled heeled boots on the tiled floor. She then smoothed her rubber gloves and walked over and readjusted all the pleasure/pain monitor controls very slowly and delicately. Next she walked over to the lab table and stepped down on the table adjustment with her boot to make it slightly uncomfortable and giving me a knowing smile. She cooed, POOR STEVEN. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU? As she held my face with her gloved hands just so I could drink in the rubber scent.
The tellerbot momentarily rested her rubber gloves on my my stomach and played with my navel. Next she opened a jar of rubbing oil and applied it to my nipples and took her time rubbing it in with the lightest of strokes causing unfathomable pleasure and probably the 100th erection of the day. Next the feathers came out, this time I was sampled head to feet. Only occasionally would she push me beyond my limits, once doing a slight tightening of my bonds with a boot tap on the bonds pedal, occasionally one of the rubber gloves would rub my erection and Mori would say, HAVE PATIENCE STEVEN. All of this was done without even looking at the monitor.
After what seemed too long, the robot pulled my briefs down And lightly squeezed my penis head between her thumb and index finger. She messaged it for a moment then let go and readjusted the controls on the monitor. Afterwards she turned to me with a child-like evil Smile and said, NOW WHERE WAS I? She seemed to get a good grasp of the situation almost instantly and modulated my ecstacy both above and below the pleasure boundary. She also experimented by rubbing and pulling my testicles. and re-oiling her gloves and lightly brushing my nipples. This monitor was truly reading my mind. She decided to finish me up about after about 10 minutes . Needless to say, her sampling techniques, facilitated by her slick rubber gloves worked with great efficacy. I rested afterwards as she washed my genitals with rubbing alchohol.
Testing the waters, she gently stroked my penis, sensing that my desire had not abated, she said -I'M NOT QUITE FINISHED WITH YOU YET! She removed my velcro bonds and directed me to stand up. I became instantly excited as I stood facing her, due to her superior height, fetish outfit and my nakedness. The electrodes were still attached to my scalp recording my reactions. Mori gently tripped me with a sweep of her boot, caught me and guided me down to the floor. Next she gently prodded me and kicked me with her boots, ocassionally stepping on my cock. This seemed weird, not her actions (they were heavenly to me) but how did she know how to tease dominantly? Next she hoisted me up across her lap and gently spanked me while she took me to heaven and back with her attention to my penis using her rubber gloved hand.
After she finished, I asked her - Mori, where did you learn to interrogate through ticklng and to spank and stimulate a man?
MY DEVELOPER WORKS WITH ANOTHER PROGRAMMER. HE "TRAINED" ME FOR A FEW MONTHS. I THINK HERSHBERG IS UNAWARE OF THE NATURE OF HIS TRAINING.
It made sense. Even though the robot could learn many things, they all had to be trained. The robot's ability to synthesize data to create new behavior is not creative and far inferior to that of a human.
I noticed afterwards that the robot was becoming very still.
MR CEO, FOR NEURAL NET INTEGRITY, MY TRAINING SESSIONS ARE LIMITED TO 1 HOUR. PLEASE STAND BY WHILE I RECHARGE FOR THE NEXT 15 MINUTES! SORRY, THIS EVENT WAS UNEXPECTED.
Can you please loosen my bonds?
OK.
With my bonds loosend, I gathered my clothes, left the room, quickly changed and walked over to the room where the first encounter was with the tellerbot. I saw a technician come walking in and flashed my badge and ran past him. Unknowingly, I dropped a visa receipt on the floor when I reached in my pocket for my badge.
Returning to work the next day, I received an interesting email from mori.fourrthnational.com.
DEAR MR JONES,
I'D LIKE TO CONTINUE OUR VISIT. WE HAVE SOME UNFINISHED BUSINESS.
GLOVES AND KISSES,
MORI
PS. IN THREE WEEKS, I'LL BE TRAINED TO NAVIGATE OUTSIDE THE BANK. PERHAPS I'LL MAKE YOU AN UNANNOUNCED HOUSE CALL.
PPS. TRICK OR TREAT? ONLY MY NEURAL NET WILL KNOW FOR SURE. HA HA!!
I fainted on my desk!
This story focuses on somewhat naive female robot dominance, boot and glove fetishism and some adventure of a poor chap that's in the wrong place at the wrong side. (You decide)
There are four more parts to this story. All together they would be the size of a short novel. This is the first part. Please give any comments or criticisms. If interested, I can supply the other 4 parts which are finished. [All parts have been compended in this page. Ed.]
Robots are nowhere near the level of Mori as of 1998. Japanese Universities are doing the most work with humanoid type robots. These robots can make a few different facial expressions and respond to stimulus such as light, but these skills have not been combined into 1 robot yet.
Part 1: DON'T WORRY, LOOK FOR TROUBLE AND IT WILL FIND YOU!
One day I was poking around in the advanced technology laboratory section of the Fourth National Bank, where I am presently employed. A colleague provided me with the combination of a locked door. She said that an optical ATM was going through "burn in" test and that I should have a look at it. Upon entering the ATM lab, I noticed another door that read, "Cybernetics experiment, please keep out, POTENTIALLY HAZARDOUS"!!! Being curious to a fault and marginally clever, I punched the same combination as the outer door and the entry light went to green! I open the door slightly and tried to look into the darkness.
I felt for a light switch and could not find one. By accident the door closed behind me and I lost my bearing. My eyes began to adjust to the dark and I noticed that my arm was cutting through an electric eye of red light. I expected to be quickly caught by security but waited a few minutes and nothing happened.
Becoming more bold, I stood up and walked across the room. It looked like a small banking center with teller booths, but strangely no glass. There was a tarp behind one of the booths. As I walked toward it, I must have tripped an electric eye and some lights came on. I froze for about a minute and still nothing happened. I went over to the tarp and lifted it up. What I saw was quite curious!
A robot of a young asian woman was sitting in a rolling chair with it's eyes closed and hands folded on it's lap. The robot had straight shiny jet black hair a a few inches past it's shoulders, the bangs were cute little fringes and the skin was fairly light. It had a quite a pretty face (looked about 25) with sensuous lips and a slightly turned up nose, which looked somewhat caucasian. The makeup was fastidiously done, but on the heavy side. The lips were very red and glossy, the eyebrows were pencil thin and the eyelashes were prominent. The robot's outfit was of particular interest. It featured a very clingy silky red dress that ended just below the knee. The sleeves were kind of loose and had a fancy braided pattern on them. She also wore a very feminine looking scarf around her neck. I started getting a bit turned on when I noticed that the robot was wearing white nylon gloves that were folded in her lap and disappeared somewhere under the loose sleeves of the dress. What really got me going was when I looked down and saw heels, not just high heels but glossy black leather boots with about stiletto 5" heels that disappeared under the robot's dress. I could tell from the way the boots were filled out that the robot was designed aestetically to have muscular calves and thin thighs.
Being the curious perv that I am, I went down on one knee and rolled up dress slightly to find that the boots continued up above the knee. Feeling guilty about violating a poor apparently defenseless robot, I gave up searching for the boot tops.
Stepping back a little I took the whole figure of the robot in. You could tell that it was a bit on the taller willowy side, and the breasts were created slightly oversized.
At this point no security people had appeared so I relaxed a little. Being curious about the texture of the robot, I touched it's face. It was a smooth silicon with painted highlights to give a non- mannequin appearance. The skin gave slightly to the touch, so there must be a sophisticated gel system under the silicon. I touched the hair and it felt like an expensive toupe that a friend once owned. The hair also had a nice herbal scent. I also delighted in touching the tops and fingertips of her silky gloves. They were so smooth and cool, it started many fantasies thinking what those gloves might do in action. What could you train a robot to do?
Next, my hand felt a bump on the robot's neck and noticed that it was a switch. I pondered for a moment what might happen if this turned the robot on. Thinking with my glands rather than with my brain, as usual, my desire to see the robot open it's eyes overwhelmed any caution.
As I flicked the switch, the robot did nothing for about 30 seconds. Suddenly the large dark almond eyes opened and the robot was looking right at me. In a sweet but firm voice with a Hong Kong accent, it said --PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME, BANK ID AND BUSINESS. IT IS AFTER HOURS, YOU MUST OBEY!! Not knowing what to say, I stuttered and stammered allowing the 10 seconds to elapse. At this point the robot responded: --YOUR IDENTIFICATION TIME HAS ELAPSED! PLEASE SURRENDER BY SITTING DOWN ON THE FLOOR AT THE TELLERBOT'S FEET. IF YOU DO THIS, I WONT HURT YOU, OTHERWISE I CANNOT BE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR INJURY! I AM DESIGNED TO PICK UP 300 POUNDS OF DEAD WEIGHT AND MY HAND GRIP OF 75 LBS PER SQUARE INCH WHICH IS ROUGHLY THREE TIMES THE STRENGTH OF AN AVERAGE HUMAN MALE. I REPEAT, YOU MUST SURRENDER!! As the tellerbot finished it's sentence, it hesitated for a few seconds then stood up, standing at about 6 feet, almost two inches taller than myself. I stood frozen as it walked over to a wall. The right tall black boot of the tellerbot stepped on a hidden switch, which opened a built in wall control panel with several (circuit breaker type) throw switches in it. Her white nylon glove slid several inches out of her sleeve without giving away it's full length, as she reached toward the control panel switches. At this point she eased off the floor switch with her boot and then in unison reapplied pressure with her boot and deftly flicked the throw switch. This appeared to be some kind of a sequence as I heard a few clicks which indicated that now all of the outer doors were locked!
The robot spoke again, --INTRUDER, THERE IS NO ESCAPE, ALL DOORS ARE SEALED. BEGIN INTRUDER ACQUISION-LEVEL1!! The tellerbot's same white glove then efficiently threw another switch as her boot stayed firmly planted on the hidden floor switch. This caused the room to be split in half as a gate came down between us. As soon as the gate came to a halt in the down postion, that soft white glove, that seemed so cool, smooth and innocent before was pulling on a lever that was sliding the gate toward me horizontally across the ceiling at a slow but deliberate rate. I was shocked, yet unbelievably turned on and wondered if I could sue the bank for giving me a coronary? Well, I wasn't hurt yet, but who knows what'll happen. The robot would pull on the lever, look my way again and repeat the action. The gate stopped when I was snared in a 3 feet by 10 feet section of the room. Next, the tellerbot snapped shut the control panel and slowly sauntered toward me. I became more and more agitated, yet I could feel my erection trying to pop thru my pants as the bootclicks on the tiled floor became louder and louder. The robot walked over to a small hidden door in the gate and punched a code. She stepped into my cell and closed the door behind her and faced me.
My android persuer spoke again, --BEGIN FINAL INTRUDER ACQUISITION!. The robot pulled a small strobe light out of her pocket and positioned her gloved finger to turn it on. This was the last straw, I was not going to be caged and then further humiliated. I had superior intelligence to this thing and hopefully some more craft! One hundred ninety pounds of me went barreling toward the robot's shoulder, hoping to knock her off balance and make her drop the strobe, hoping I could either disable her or limit her sight by getting the strobe myself. I was able to knock her in the shoulder, yet it was quite painful for me. She wobbled a bit, but held onto the strobe. What happened next was a bit of a surprise!
The tellerbot took the strobe and dropped it outside of the gate. I thought, maybe I confused it? The robot spoke again, --COMPLETE FINAL INTRUDER ACQUISTION, PHYSICAL CONTACT. This time the android came directly toward me first. Her mincing steps in the high heeled boots came faster and faster, then she stopped about 4 feet in front of me. She took a half step back and put one foot forward and sexily rocked a tall black boot on it's heel. This distracted me a bit too long as she backhanded me across the jaw. This didn't hurt alot, but knocked me off balance. She effortlessly stepped forward and crossed her boot behind me in the direction that I was off balance and simultaneouly caught hold of my wrist. One quick twist of her hand on my wrist in the direction of my weight caused me to trip over her foot. As I tripped over her foot she lifted it up so I landed on by back. Next, she sat on my chest adjusting her weight forward rendering me immobile. She spoke again, --SURRENDER NOW AND I WILL DISPENSE MY SLEEPING GAS CANNISTER, WITH THESE WHITE GLOVES THAT YOU TOUCHED BEFORE! Being wild with anger and fear, I tried to rock her off to no avail. She just adjusted her weight forward again which dampened my rocking. Next, she brought her black leather boots up and wrapped them around my neck. In spite of my fear, I could still smell the "new" leather scent. The robot spoke, --YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE, MY BOOTS THAT YOU SPENT APPROXIMATELY 67.3% OF OUR CONTACT TIME STUDYING WILL INDUCE YOUR SLEEP. I felt the pressure around my neck increase and then there was darkness.
Part 2: THE INTERROGATION
I woke up with a nasty headache, staring at the ceiling of an examination room, much like in a doctor's office. When I attempted to get up, I noticed that my arms and legs were bound by large cuffs of velcro . The cuffs were not pulled taught, but tight enough that one set of fingers could not help the other arms or legs escape. I also noticed that my clothes had been replaced with a throwaway medical gown. There were also several unfamiliar pieces of medical equipment in the room. This situation was truly bizarre and it really didn't add up. Fourth National bank wasn't a government agency like the CIA. Who would spend millions on a robot like that? I pondered these questions for about 5 minutes and then heard the hollow clicks of boots on tile outside of the room.
My heart began to speed up rapidly. The door opened and the tellerbot appeared again. This time she was wearing a white lab coat over the red dress from before. The white nylon gloves were exchanged for black rubber gloves which also disappeared under her rolled up lab coat sleeves about 1/2 way up her forearms. The boots were the same black leather ones as before. She wore a small pink carnation pinned near the center of her chest. She clutched her rubber gloved hands together as if in anticipation of something, then spoke, --INTRUDER, ARE YOU NOW READY TO IDENTIFY YOURSELF AND PURPOSE? GIVEN YOUR TENUOUS SITUATION, I WILL GIVE YOU MORE TIME THAN BEFORE TO RESPOND. WOULD YOU LIKE SOMETHING FOR YOUR HEADACHE FROM THE STRANGULATION?
I nodded yes.
The android pulled open a drawer from under the table I was Secured to and produced a 2 pack of anacin. She ripped open the packet and put the two aspirin on the padded table next to me. Next she went over to a sink and got me a glass of water. The robot put the two pills in the palm of her rubber gloved hand and brought them up to my mouth for me to swallow. I picked them up in my lips and hesitated for a moment, pretending to be positioning the aspirins in my lips. The real reason was to savor the texture of the rubber glove touching my face and to breathe in it's scent. She then held the paper cup to my lips and seemed to be studying me as I drank the water.
--INTRUDER, IT IS NOW TIME TO SUPPLY THE REQUIRED INFORMATION. YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS. I thought, oh shit, not again. I lost my head, not wanting to indentify myself and the allotted time passed by again. The tellerbot spoke again, --BEGIN INFORMATION EXTRACTION SEQUENCE, PHASE I. The robot stepped on a pedal under the table with one of her high black boots and my bonds became tighter. Next, she pulled my medical gown off of my body and ripped off the sleeves. I was prone and nearly naked except for my underwear briefs. My vulnerability to this android caused my manhood to swell to new heights.
The robot spoke again, --INTRUDER, THIS MACHINE WILL GAUGE YOUR STIMULATION TO MY INTEROGATION. PREPARE FOR SAMPLING. The robot's rubber gloved hands made themselves very busy turning on and adjusting the knobs on an electronic box that looked like an EEG, but it wasn't. Six electrodes were carefully placed on my scalp. The box had a simple display on it. There were two black horizontal lines near the top and bottom. The line near the top was marked "pleasure threshold". The line on the bottom was marked "pain threshold". The robot stepped back from the table in full view and slowly paced the room, her high heeled boots made a quiet swishing sound against the lab coat as she studyied the display. A thick green bar appeared from the center of the screen and nearly rose to the line marked pleasure threshold. -- CAPTIVE, YOU SPEND A HIGH PERCENTAGE OF OUR CONTACT TIME WATCHING MY FOOTWEAR, IN ADDITION DURING THIS PERIOD YOU REGISTER A HIGH THRESHOLD OF PLEASURE. YOU ALSO TOUCHED MY BOOTS WHEN I WAS IN PASSIVE MODE. I went to speak, but the robot hushed me by putting her rubber covered hand over my mouth. QUIET! YOUR SUBJECTIVE INPUT WILL BE EVALUATED AT A LATER TIME WHEN YOU LEARN TO OBEY!
PREPARE FOR PAIN THRESHOLD CALIBRATION!
The android first located a pressure point on my upper thigh and gave it a healthy squeeze. The monitor showed my reaction slightly above the pain threshold.
PREPARE FOR PLEASURE THRESHOLD CALIBRATION!
The tellerbot stood along side the table and placed her cool rubber gloves on my stomach. They seemed to be tracing random patterns . I slowly realized what was happening as the movements gained effectiveness in tickling me. Suddenly the tellerbot's rubber gloved hands burrowed into both of my ribs simultaneously and it dawned on me that her interrogation included tickling. I enjoyed sensual tickling, but this was sensory overload. It was a different type of tickling from what I had ever experienced. Instead of soft strokes, the tellerbots fingers were like small yet powerful vibrators. Sometimes the vibrations were rapid and tiny, other times she poked me with her rubber fingertips. The effect was maddening, but highly erotic. The robot also seemed to catalogue my most ticklish spots as my ribs were fully "sampled". I tried to move away from the fingers and screamed out. Without missing a beat, the tellerbot tightened my bonds with a brief tap of her boot on the table length adjustment pedal, located under the table and continued her treatment. Her face had a single minded determined look which barely changed expression. At this point my genitals were becoming intensely sore from the robots incessant tickle teasing, yet the gloves never touched my genitals. I was experiencing blue balls and beyond. At one point the robot did seem to study my chronic erection.
DEAR CAPTIVE, IT IS NOW TIME TO GO BEYOND THE PLEASURE THRESHOLD. YOU ARE SUFFICIENTLY VULNERABLE TO TICKLING. COMMENCE TICKELING LEVEL II Without saying another word the android produced two feathers out of her apron pockets. Her black rubber gloved hands holding the feathers began their random patterns, but this time on many body parts: the navel, breasts thighs, belly then back to ribs. Her pretty asian features barely changed from that determined expression, occasionally pursing her lips when a particularly ticklish spot was discovered. The tickling attacks became very random, I didn't know where she would strike next. At one point the robot was able to look away from the feedback screen and my body and just tickle. After the sampling was finished, the pleasure turned into agony because all of the sensitive spots were given just too much feathered attention. When I thought that the agony had reached a peak, it got worse. She seemed to tickle at the same maddening rate, but spend all of her time on the sensitive spots and travel very quickly between them. I found myself laughing out loud uncontrollably. After a few minutes she stopped.
DEAR INTRUDER, CAPTIVE AND POOR SOUL, YOUR BODY HAS BEEN SAMPLED TO THE EXTENT THAT I CAN CAUSE YOU AGONY AT WILL. IN FACT I CAN NOT GUARANTEE THAT THE NEXT LEVEL OF TICKELING WOULD NOT CAUSE A PHYSICAL OR EVEN MENTAL HEALTH RISK. SHOULD I CONTINUE WITH LEVEL 3 TREATMENT? To show her serious intentions, her beautiful, yet relentlessly punishing black boot stepped down once more, on the table length control, which made my bonds impossibly tight. Next, she fixed me with an angry gaze and slowly closed the distance between the feathers and my captive torso.
During this bizarre chain of events, I couldn't think very clearly (the tickling was driving me downright loopy) and attempted to hatch a desperate plan. I didn't want to be caught poking around in this experimental lab, yet being on the edge kept me from seeing the possible ramifications of fraudulent actions. There was only one bank name and matching ID that I knew besides my own. In desperation I interrupted the android, --MS Tellerbot, I have your answer! Without moving, she stared intently at me.
Part 3: GETTING TO KNOW YOU
INTRUDER, I AWAIT YOUR ANSWER. LACK OF HONESTY WILL RESULT IN LEVEL 3 TICKLING AS PUNISHMENT. PLEASE PROCEED.
My name is Steven Tweed.
WHAT IS YOUR BANK ID AND MOTHER'S MAIDEN NAME?
My ID is 116046 and my mother's maiden name is Astor.
WHAT IS YOUR SOCIAL SECURITY ID.
043-71-0987
HUH ...?
MR CEO?
(The CEOs blue blood background was nearly common knowledge. We administer the database for the CEO's private portfolio which includes his SS# and bank ID. Being a bit envious I seemed to remember some of his particulars.)
I CANNOT FULLY COMPLETE YOUR SECURITY PROFILE BECAUSE THERE IS NO OCCULAR SCAN ON RECORD FOR YOU. AS SUCH, YOUR RELEASE IS IMPOSSIBLE. YET SINCE I HAVE A 51.7% CONFIDENCE RATE THAT YOU ARE STEVEN TWEED.AS SUCH,, YOUR INTEROGATION WILL CEASE. PLEASE ACCEPT MY APOLOGY UP FRONT! I'M SURE YOU RECOGNIZE MY SECURITY OBLIGATIONS. I REALIZE THAT MY PAST ACTIONS TO A CEO COULD HAVE SERIOUS RAMIFICATIONS.
The tellerbot hung her head low for a moment. She then stepped down with one of her glossy boots and significantly loosened my bonds.
SHALL I TOWEL OFF YOUR BODY FLUIDS MR CEO?
I nodded.
The android went over to the sink and prepared a hot towel bath. She returned and with apparent tenderness gently washed my whole body from head to toe, not once going near the genitals. During this time she gave me several sweet awkward smiles.
MR CEO, I CANNOT RELEASE YOU UNTIL I GET CONFIRMATION BY A SECURITY STAFF MEMBER. THIS COULD TAKE SEVERAL HOURS, BUT PERHAPS I CAN ENTERTAIN YOU WITH THE CONTENTS OF MY DATABASE.
YOUR CHOICES ARE:
1.WORD GAMES 2.TRIVIA 3.QUIZES 4.FEATS OF STRENGTH (did the developer watch Seinfeld? Festivus for the rest of us?) 5.ROBOT TRAINING 6....
I interrupted the tellerbot. --Please tell me about robot training.
THIS WAY YOU CAN PROVIDE IMPORTANT INFORMATION FOR MY NEURAL NET.
That might interesting.
I MAY REQUIRE A BRIEF TESTING PERIOD WITH YOU TO SYNTHSIZE THE NEW DATA.
Fine.
OK, LETS BEGIN TRAINING SEQUENCE. SHOULD I REMOVE YOUR BONDS?
Not yet.
CURIOUS!
The tellerbot pulled up a chair, sat down and crossed her booted legs. The lab coat rose up to her knees, but no boot tops were in sight. She then clenched her black rubber gloves together and looked at the pleasure/pain monitor, as if for my reaction. She would occasionally do other things like rock her boot heel, smooth her gloves or adjust a control on the monitor and then study the monitor's reaction.
--Can you tell me why you didn't phone my presence to security and instead took it upon yourself to apprehend me?
A THOUSAND PARDONS MR CEO. THERE IS NO PHONE HOOKUP TO SECURITY. I TOOK IT UPON MYSELF TO CAPTURE YOU. YOU WALKED INTO AN INCOMPLETE TEST BED IN ADVANCED LAB 12. I WAS ONLY TURNED ON 3 TIMES IN THE BANK WITH MY FULL NEURAL NET INSTALLED AND THOSE TIMES THE DEVELOPER HAD MY REMOTE CONTROL CUTOFF MECHANISM READY TO USE IF NEEDED DUE TO MY POTENTIAL PHYSICAL AGRESSIVENESS.
Why did you rock back on your heel before in the other room before you hit me?
I NOTICE WHAT DISTRACTS OTHERS AND USE IT TO MY ADVANTAGE
--Do you have a name?
PLEASE CALL ME MORI, SHORT FOR MORIKKO. SOME OF MY LINEAGE IS ALSO JAPANESE AND AMERICAN.BESIDES CHINESE.
(Lineage?)
Mori, where did you learn how to fight humans?
IN THE JAPENESE ARMY. AFTER 4 MONTHS MY MATCHES IN JUDO RAN 99.7% UDEFEATED, DUE TO THE STRENGTHENING OF MY NEURAL NET (experiances). I LOST TO A SIXTH DEGREE BLACKBELT WHO TURNED ME OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF A MATCH. YET HE WAS IN A COMPROMISED SITUATION IN A FIREMAN'S CARRY HOLD ABOUT 2.5 SECONDS FROM A PIN. HE WOULD NOT HAVE A REMATCH.
Mori, why do you wear boots and gloves?
HERSCHBERG, MY DEVELOPER SEEMS TO PREFER THEM TO OTHER ACCESORIES. HE TELLS ME THEY ARE MORE FASHIONABLE AND MORE AUTHORITATIVE THAN OTHER CLOTHES.
I bet.
MISTER CEO, I BELIEVE IT IS MY TURN TO ASK SOME QUESTIONS.
Ok Mori.
MISTER CEO, WHY DID YOU TOUCH MY GLOVES AND FOOTWEAR BEFORE WHEN I WAS IN PASSIVE MODE IN THE OTHER ROOM. ALSO WHY DO YOU STARE AT AND SEEM TO HAVE PLEASURE WATCHING ME PERFORM ANY KIND OF MOVEMENT WITH MY BOOTS OR GLOVES? I 'VE BEEN CONFIRMING PREVIOUS OBSERVATIONS OF THIS BY WATCHING YOUR STIMULUS LEVELS DURING OUR PRESENT CONVERSATION. DO YOU ALSO FIND MY ACCESORIES AUTHORITATIVE OR FASHIONABLE?
Yes. they are authoratative and constantly excite me!
HMM??
Sometimes men like to be teased and pampered by women (or robots I guess) wearing your sort of clothing. In fact you've done everything but give me an orgasm.
WHAT IS TEASING AND WHAT IS AN ORGASM?
Teasing can include non direct stimulation for a while before direct genital stimulation is given. It can also mean other things like verbal teasing and playing games. The games can even include pampering or in my prone state threats. Your tickling is certainly a form of teasing when it doesn't exceed the pleasure threshold. . Most men need direct stimulation on the genitals to achieve orgasm. It is generally the highest form of human sexual pleasure, though your teasing can equal it Mori. A man will ejaculate his sperm during orgasm. Would you care to incorporate this into your neural net?
MR CEO, THIS AREA WAS AVOIDED IN MY TRAINING BY HERSHBERG. IF IT PLEASES ONE OF YOUR POSITION, IT WILL PLEASE ME! I BELIEVE IT IS CALLED MASTERBATION?
(Sex with a robot would be a little too bizarre!)
yes.
SO I SHOULD TEASE YOU, PAMPER YOU, THREATEN YOU AND LATER MASTERBATE YOU?
Yes. Just look in your database about how you've stimulated me in the past. When you feel you're ready, you can begin your direct genital stimulation.
BEGIN LEVEL THREE TICKELING INTEROGATION! YOU ARE NOT MR CEO.
What?
YOUR EYE COLOR DOES NOT MATCH THE CEOS!!! YOU ARE A LIAR! PREPARE FOR SEVERE PUNISHMENT AND ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT.
The tellerbot walked over to the table and tightened my bonds with a hard stamp of her right boot on the table length adjustment pedal. Her eyes glaring at me, she took out both feathers and begin to tickle me like the dickens until I interrupted her.
Mori, I am the CEO and have blue eyes!!!!!!!!
She then stopped and loosened the bonds.
SCARED YOU MR CEO! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR EYE COLOR SHOULD BE! HA HA! YOU'RE LUCKY, IF YOU CONFESSED, I WOULD HAVE HAD TO PUNISHED YOU!
Whoosh, you sure did scare me! (Her last actions were weird. They would have been appeared to have been trained.)
I UNDERSTAND YOUR DESIRES! PLEASE STAY SILENT AND LET ME TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR BODY!
Mori stood up and paced the room a few times as I listened to the click of her 5" heeled heeled boots on the tiled floor. She then smoothed her rubber gloves and walked over and readjusted all the pleasure/pain monitor controls very slowly and delicately. Next she walked over to the lab table and stepped down on the table adjustment with her boot to make it slightly uncomfortable and giving me a knowing smile. She cooed, POOR STEVEN. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU? As she held my face with her gloved hands just so I could drink in the rubber scent.
The tellerbot momentarily rested her rubber gloves on my my stomach and played with my navel. Next she opened a jar of rubbing oil and applied it to my nipples and took her time rubbing it in with the lightest of strokes causing unfathomable pleasure and probably the 100th erection of the day. Next the feathers came out, this time I was sampled head to feet. Only occasionally would she push me beyond my limits, once doing a slight tightening of my bonds with a boot tap on the bonds pedal, occasionally one of the rubber gloves would rub my erection and Mori would say, HAVE PATIENCE STEVEN. All of this was done without even looking at the monitor.
After what seemed too long, the robot pulled my briefs down And lightly squeezed my penis head between her thumb and index finger. She messaged it for a moment then let go and readjusted the controls on the monitor. Afterwards she turned to me with a child-like evil Smile and said, NOW WHERE WAS I? She seemed to get a good grasp of the situation almost instantly and modulated my ecstacy both above and below the pleasure boundary. She also experimented by rubbing and pulling my testicles. and re-oiling her gloves and lightly brushing my nipples. This monitor was truly reading my mind. She decided to finish me up about after about 10 minutes . Needless to say, her sampling techniques, facilitated by her slick rubber gloves worked with great efficacy. I rested afterwards as she washed my genitals with rubbing alchohol.
Testing the waters, she gently stroked my penis, sensing that my desire had not abated, she said -I'M NOT QUITE FINISHED WITH YOU YET! She removed my velcro bonds and directed me to stand up. I became instantly excited as I stood facing her, due to her superior height, fetish outfit and my nakedness. The electrodes were still attached to my scalp recording my reactions. Mori gently tripped me with a sweep of her boot, caught me and guided me down to the floor. Next she gently prodded me and kicked me with her boots, ocassionally stepping on my cock. This seemed weird, not her actions (they were heavenly to me) but how did she know how to tease dominantly? Next she hoisted me up across her lap and gently spanked me while she took me to heaven and back with her attention to my penis using her rubber gloved hand.
After she finished, I asked her - Mori, where did you learn to interrogate through ticklng and to spank and stimulate a man?
MY DEVELOPER WORKS WITH ANOTHER PROGRAMMER. HE "TRAINED" ME FOR A FEW MONTHS. I THINK HERSHBERG IS UNAWARE OF THE NATURE OF HIS TRAINING.
It made sense. Even though the robot could learn many things, they all had to be trained. The robot's ability to synthesize data to create new behavior is not creative and far inferior to that of a human.
I noticed afterwards that the robot was becoming very still.
MR CEO, FOR NEURAL NET INTEGRITY, MY TRAINING SESSIONS ARE LIMITED TO 1 HOUR. PLEASE STAND BY WHILE I RECHARGE FOR THE NEXT 15 MINUTES! SORRY, THIS EVENT WAS UNEXPECTED.
Can you please loosen my bonds?
OK.
With my bonds loosend, I gathered my clothes, left the room, quickly changed and walked over to the room where the first encounter was with the tellerbot. I saw a technician come walking in and flashed my badge and ran past him. Unknowingly, I dropped a visa receipt on the floor when I reached in my pocket for my badge.
Returning to work the next day, I received an interesting email from mori.fourrthnational.com.
DEAR MR JONES,
I'D LIKE TO CONTINUE OUR VISIT. WE HAVE SOME UNFINISHED BUSINESS.
GLOVES AND KISSES,
MORI
PS. IN THREE WEEKS, I'LL BE TRAINED TO NAVIGATE OUTSIDE THE BANK. PERHAPS I'LL MAKE YOU AN UNANNOUNCED HOUSE CALL.
PPS. TRICK OR TREAT? ONLY MY NEURAL NET WILL KNOW FOR SURE. HA HA!!
I fainted on my desk!