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Mannequin Hair, part 4 of 6
🕑 Added 2024-08-06 04:00:02 +0000 UTC“Would you like to contact Sara Schofeld?” the robot said.
“Yes, now.”
The robot's head transformed into Sara's head. She squealed with delight, “Isn't this awesome? Being a robot is fun.”
“It is?”
“Command Fembot X27B to give me control of my body.”
“Give Sara control of your body.”
The immobile, rigid robot suddenly was in motion. She bent and turned and twisted in various directions to see herself.
Pointing, Paul said, “There's a mirror over there.”
Sara rushed to the mirror, “Look at how sleek and shiny I am. Every command you give to the robot gives it purpose and having purpose makes it happy which translates to pleasure for me.”
“But you were just watching me sleep most of the night.”
“The robot was on standby most of the night so I was basically asleep too. The robot finished your massage and then started cleaning the room.”
“So how long will you stay as the robot?”
“Until you move on to the next channel,” Sara said turning to him. “Or perhaps returning to channel three. You owe me $25. Did you clean my face?”
“Didn't you notice?”
“No, when you hit stop or pause I'm unaware of what goes on,” she stated turning to face him. Seeing him still naked, she slowly walked toward him.
“Really, why would you do that?”
“Well, once I was finished creating the personalities for the nine photos I mapped it to the remote so the stop returned me to mannequin form and pause left me in the flesh or robot as the case may be.”
“But none of the nine photos are of you. How do you return to being yourself?”
“There are other buttons on the remote,” she said with a mischievous smile.
“So from your point of view, you've been the hooker and the robot and nothing else?”
“Well, yeah, once I was ready for you come home, it was only 1:30 in the afternoon and I didn't want to have to sneak back into the room. I don't have a key card, you know. So I took up my position in the bedroom and activated this program. The next thing I know, I'm being propositioned for a blow job. What else have I been?”
“I didn't figure out to hit play until the channel three. And that blow job was unlike any blow job you've given me before. How was that possible?”
“I made her different than me and even I was impressed by how she handled you,” as she said handled, she reached out taking hold of his cock.
“I hope you were taking notes,” he demanded.
“Why should I when you can just call on your personal call girl? So what channels did you look at?
“I admired the first two channel mannequins but never activated them. Likewise after the hooker, I wasn't ready to get pounced by the cat woman. Since then it's been the robot.” He felt her fingers slide down toward his balls.
“Oh yes, the robot,” she said. Her hand transformed pulling his cock into her hollow arm, his balls became encased by her hand and her whole arm began to vibrate gently.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed. “How?”
“The robot is fully programmed for pleasure,” she replied. Her other hand reached up and clamped around his neck pulling his head into her head. “Command the robot to resume control and feel what a high tech French kiss feels like.”
“First, a fleshy kiss,” he kissed her full on the lips and as she responded she buzzed his cock. “Fembot, resume full control of your body and break current connection to Sara Schofeld. Also continue current activity with kissing and additional foreplay.”
Sara's face was replaced by the silver robot face. For the first time, the robot's mouth became lip shaped. The lips parted and planted themselves softly on Paul's lips. The robot's lips were sensual in their ability to slide gently against his. As they parted a tongue slowly licked his lower lip. The shivers this sent down his spine were met by the shivers caused by a slight increase in the vibrations circling his cock. The robot timed these separate events perfectly to get him ready to orgasm soon. But the robot also kept him from achieving orgasm at the same time.
Paul found it hard to think. His robot wife was totally controlling his orgasmic state. He could do nothing to shorten the time till orgasm or curb his desire for one. He wasn’t sure when it had happened but he noticed his dick was no longer attached to her arm, it was inside what he hoped was a cunt.
The robot's other arm caressed his thigh and his spine. It reached around behind him and lightly fingered his anus.
How his pleasure level could still be increasing was a question Paul would have wondered if he could think about his pleasure objectively. He was just a puddle of hormonal responses. He thought he might have cum a couple times. He wasn’t sure and frankly did not care.
He felt great, deliriously so.
Stop, he thought. That's enough. “Stop,” he whispered.
The robot ceased all motion and waited.
Paul took a few deep breaths. “Let me go and go into standby mode.” He vaguely pointed at the corner of the room.
The robot retracted several attachments back into its torso and limbs returning to humanoid shape and left Paul on the bed as it stood up from the bed, walked to the corner of the room and shutdown, the eyes blinking out instantly.
He was not feeling pain or even any discomfort. Still he lay there for several minutes as his mind worked its way back to full power. He got up and went into the shower. A short cold shower had him feeling like a million bucks. He stepped out of the shower and looked at the foggy mirror. “Fembot, come here.”
The robot entered the bathroom silently.
“Can you give me a shave?”
“Grooming is within my programming. Soap and straightedge?”
“Yes,” Paul replied sitting down on the luggage stand nearby.
The robot proceeded to heat a towel and wrap it around his face. Then it prepared soap in a bowl. A sharp knife extended from its hand.
“You are waterproof, right?”
“All my exterior panels are fully waterproof to a depth of at least one thousand feet. My circuit boards are also fully enclosed separately to protect against water damage.”
“Good.”
The robot held the knife over his head waiting. As he nodded, the robot quickly removed the stubble from his face. “Your hair requires a trimming.”
“Do that as well.”
As the robot finished wiping the last of the soap from his face the knife blade retracted and a pair of scissors appeared. A vacuum sound came from the robot's other arm and as it snipped his hair, the trimmings were suctioned up into the vacuum. The scissors were swapped for a comb and the vacuum reversed direction becoming a hair dryer and the robot finished drying and styling his hair. “Complete. Fembot X27B will now clean the room of stray hairs.”
“Very good,” Paul replied exiting the bathroom. He went to the dresser and got dressed. He went into the living room and was about to turn on the television when the robot followed him into the room.
“The weather today will be--” her voice changed pitch and became human as she repeated a weather report “--Sunny today with bright skies in the 70s.”
“Who was that?”
“Charles Joseph, meteorologist for WXKB, reported five minutes ago.”
He resisted the urge to understand how she had known that. He looked at the remote he was about to use on the television. He pointed it at the robot and hit stop.
The robot transformed. It was a subtle transformation in its current state but before he hit stop the robot seemed capable of action. The silver mannequin standing before him now was just some painted wood in the shape of a woman.
He looked again at the remote and again he figured out the secret. He hit the power button.
Sara stood where the mannequin had. She opened her eyes. “You hit the power button and shut me down.”
“Seems more like I turned you on.”
“You always turn me on,” she said stepping forward. “Especially when you are all dressed up to go be a proper business man. Did you enjoy your shave?” She trailed her fingers over his smooth face. “For me, it was like lovingly stroking your face, making it all smooth.”
He took her hand in his and kissed her full on the lips.
Her body pressed up against his as she returned the kiss.
They lingered another moment before he stopped it. “That kiss is better than the robot's kiss.”
“When Fembot dismissed me I left a command behind to kiss you silly and it worked better than I expected.”
“I'm sure the vibrator molded to my dick helped.”
“I enjoyed it,” she said. “So what am I supposed to do here all day? I can't call for room service.”
“You could always leave and arrive like a normal person and then they would let you have room service.”
“It would still be boring.”
“Fine, we'll do it your way.” He held up the remote and pressed the power button.
“Oh,” she exclaimed in surprise. Her body transforming instantly into a lifeless silver mannequin.
He pressed play.
The mannequin transformed, looking like it was more animated even though it did not move. The eyes lit up and the mouth flashed as it said, “Fembot X27B activated. Awaiting commands.”
“Contact Sara Schofeld,” Paul commanded.
The head of the robot transformed and Sara said, “That was sneaky.”
“That was what you wanted.”
“That doesn't mean it wasn't sneaky.”
“Keep it up and I'll leave you like this all day.”
“You wouldn't.”
“Knowing you, you didn't create an escape from this fantasy. If I leave you like this, I'll find you here when I return. And I'll ask how was your nine or ten hours of boredom, today?”
Sara look genuinely shocked. “That's just mean.”
“And you also want me to do it. You're a glutton for being out of control.”
“Oh, you know me too well,” she cried. “Please, leave me in standby mode or stopped all day so that after you leave and return it will feel like but a moment to me.”
“As you wish,” Paul said giving her a kiss on the cheek. She strained to turn her head but could not. “Fembot end contact with Sara.”
Sara face faded into that of the silver mask.
“Fembot, return to the bedroom, go to the corner where you were first activated and enter standby mode.”
Silently, the robot turned to carry out its orders.
Paul followed the robot into the bedroom and hit stop before it could reach the corner. It amused him that Sara was unaware that she did not make it to the corner before he left the hotel room this morning. He still had over an hour before his ride would arrive. Returning to the living room, he took out his laptop to check the sports scores from last night. As he waited to get past the hotel's slow Wi-Fi VPN system, he flipped through the remote control photographs, reading the backs.
Photograph number one was of a mannequin in black and red. The back said, “The Easy Date: Hi, my name's Debbie. I'm 26 and I've had terrible experiences looking for a guy. I'm not a slut but I do put out. Call me.”
Photograph number two was of a mannequin dressed like a Bond girl. The window display had a spy motif. The back said, “The Spy: Mark has secrets my bosses desire. Mark will desire me and tell me all I want to know.”
Photograph number four was of a mannequin in a cat costume. It said, “The Cat: Mrrrrrr-ow.”
Photograph number six was a leather clad, whip wielding mannequin. The back said, “The Dominatrix: My turn to be in control. Do not speak in my presence. Do not disobey me. Your safe word is 'I'll do anything.'”
Photograph number seven was a stunning woman in a black dress with several diamond studded accessories. The back said, “The Socialite: A nightcap after a night on the town with a popular socialite can be fun.”
Photograph number eight was a figure in a hooded bodysuit. The back said, “The Slavetoy: This slave is mute and can't complain. Fuck it, ignore it, it's all the same.”
Photograph number nine had no mannequin, just a white diaphanous gown. The back simply said, “Boo.”
Looking up at his laptop, a small icon flashed in the lower right. It was his Bluetooth icon. Clicking it, the computer reported a new unknown Bluetooth device, Thaumtech Hair, in the area. He tried to contact it but apparently lacked proper software for that kind of device. It occurred to him that the Mannequin Hair product he sent to Sara contained a software CD and wondered if that was the missing software. He typed Thaumtech Hair into his search bar and was taken to a website of the maker of Mannequin Hair.
The website was pretty slick. The company slogan read, “Blurring the distinction between magic and sufficiently advanced technology each day.” He was amused by the reference to Arthur C Clarke’s famous statement, “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” He noticed a support page and on that page was a software download for getting the most from your Magical Mannequin Hair product.
While waiting he decided to type Fembot X27B into the search engine. He was taken to a website where someone with a lot of time on his hands had created a user’s manual for a robot that did not exist. Sara had said she had gotten the idea by searching the web for female robots and this website had drawings of the robot she turned into. The user’s manual was a downloadable PDF. He started the download.
While the program was installing, he opened the PDF. It was a full color manual over 200 pages. It was fully illustrated and had far more functions than he guessed Sara was even aware off. He flipped to a random page and read a full description of the vacuum cleaner attachments and where they were stored in the torso of the robot. He rummaged through his computer bag for a thumb drive and copied the PDF onto it.
The install finished and he launched the application. After a quick splash screen and granting the program access to the Bluetooth device, he was greeted by a screen saying it had found a compatible device and asking if it should connect to it.
He clicked YES and was shown a screen full of information about the Mannequin Hair product Sara was wearing. It listed several programs in storage such as Poly Purple 1 through 12, Mail Myself, Remote Control (running), and others. He was confused when he saw the Remote Control program was running since he had pressed STOP earlier but then he realized the program must be running until he hit the power button to deactivate it. Running out of time he breathed a sigh of relief when he found the Work Offline setting and clicked it. A Syncing window appeared for a few seconds and then disappeared. The title bar of the program now read Mannequin Hair Console (off-line).
He closed the laptop and rushed into the bedroom. The silver mannequin posed mid-stride looked exactly as he had left it. He packed the laptop, put the do not disturb sign on the door and went down to the lobby.
In the hotel lobby, Paul approached the concierge desk. “I’m wondering if you could get someone to run this drive over to a local printer and have the file on it printed and spiral bound for me.”
“Certainly Mr. Schofeld,” said the concierge taking the thumb drive. “We can bill it back to your room. It should be waiting for you at the front desk by this evening. Just sign this authorizing us to place it on your bill.”
Paul signed the form where indicated and said, “Thanks.”
“Not a problem Mr. Schofeld.” The concierge then pointed to the front of the lobby. “I think your ride is here.”
“Yes, it is,” Paul said turning to look. “Thanks again.” He hurried out of the hotel to get to his meeting.
Comments
MistyIsle
Love how the robot “contacts” her, that was clever!
Steve
I love how creative this series continues to be. Every chapter has managed to be sexier than the last. I especially love the description of how the robot changes into painted wood when paused.
