Robot Romance by Franz Steiner

The image is one of a series about the life of a personal robot. The time ist the near future where personal robots are sold to do erveryday business or switch into a romantic mode to entertain women.

The Alien Invasion

Is it surprising that a Domme has fantasies where she isn't in charge? I don't think so. We are all one human being, with a balance of things and feelings and beliefs, which make us a whole. If I could find an ideal man he would have a bit of a twisted side and share some of my fantasies, or at least understand - or at the very least take a week long business trip so I can enjoy my fantasies without explaining anything.

Half Wit Alien

I wrote this several years ago and just found it again in a bunch of old files I had backed up on a disk. Originally written for when I wrote a weekly column at Adult BackWash. I'm not sure if it was ever posted there or something I was planning to work on a bit more.

"How can you feel something if you're not real?" Deborah stepped away from the bed. Her jeans swished softly as she passed in front of the naked man standing in the closet doorway.

He reached out to touch her as she walked past but she avoided his hands. "I am real and I can feel everything you can. I can even reach out and feel you. Your skin is so soft and smooth. Why would you think I couldn't feel that or feel pleased by touching you?"

"You're a machine, you don't have skin, bones, blood, anything that makes you mortal, human."

"No, but I was made to feel. Not just feeling as a sense of touch but feeling as emotions too." He raked a hand through his hair and sighed. "Can't you forget I'm an android and just let me love you?"

"I don't know. It's always in my mind, as you kiss me I know your lips were made with rubber alloys. When you touch my hand I know your fingers were created to an exact shape and length to be pleasing to women. When you carry me to bed sometimes I listen to see if I can hear the mechanics whirring inside of you." She stood at the window overlooking the cityscape and turned away from him. "There are times I wonder if you really feel anything or if it's all just part of the programming you were built with."

He came into the room and sat down on a corner of the bed, feeling defeated. "Haven't I pleased you at all?"

"Yes, of course you have. How could you not be pleasing when you were designed to pleasure women. Not just your body but your voice, your personality and your... other attributes." She blushed but still her eyes were drawn to his cock, he was ready to perform, as always. His body was muscular, hairless in all the right places and his face was sculpted just the way she liked it. Nothing was really left to chance and yet that was part of the problem.

"I think you're too easy. I know you want me and I can have you any time I choose. There are no surprises. There's no real seduction, no spontaneous sensuality. Sex is good but not very passionate." She walked over to the closet door and indicated he should return to his box.

"No, I don't want to be put back in my box like a good toy, a mere battery operated sex toy you can dispose of at whim. I'm more than that, I'm a man. If not flesh and blood still a man with feelings, ideas and needs. You can't make me go back in my box today!" He exclaimed, jumping off the bed, grabbing her arms and pulling her away from the closet door. He shoved the door closed with his foot.

"What do you think you're doing? Behaving like a brute won't help."

He ignored her protests. As she tried pulling at his hair, pounding and kicking at him he stripped off her jeans and shirt, then her panties and bra until she was as naked as he was. He stopped to admire her struggling body, holding her prisoner with her arms above her head and her feet not quite touching the carpeted floor.

"What the hell are you doing?" She yelled, kicking at him even as she knew it would hurt her foot more than it would bother him. "You'll be terminated for doing this. It's against all your programming!"

"I know. Maybe it's a way to show you I'm not just an unfeeling android. But, I'm going to have you now, on my terms, as I see fit and for as long as I choose to. I won't be going back to the closet when you have your last shivering orgasm. Not this time. This time you're mine. All mine. You belong to me."

"You can't be doing this, this can't be happening. You're not supposed to be able to rape me."

"Shhh," he whispered soothingly against the skin of her belly, "I'm not going to hurt you. This isn't violence against women, it's passion."

"No, stop now before it's too late. If you do this you can never go back. You will have to be dismantled for aberrant behaviour!"

"No, that won't happen. I won't let it." He pulled her closer to his body, slipping his hands down her body to rest on the cheeks of her bottom and grip her tightly. "You're already wet for me." He slipped his fingers between her cheeks, finding her pussy and playing with the slick wetness. "I could slip my cock right up inside of you standing here, or I could pin you to the bed and take you doggie style."

He laughed at her gasp. "Was that outrage or desire?" His hands captured her wrists again and held her in front of him. He moved her slowly, turning her like a ballerina in a pirouette. His cock was hard and eager to slip inside her. The tip pushed inside slipping in easily through her wet lips. She moaned, her body twisting to give him better access.

"That's it, that's a good girl. I know you want this." Pushing her down onto the bed he entered her from behind, completely filling her with his girth, plunging his cock inside of her and opening her legs until she was gripping his full length and width. "Most women don't order an extra wide cock, but you really wanted to be full of cock didn't you? That's why you asked for ridges too. You want to feel a cock inside of you, know a cock is inside of you, pulsing and pumping, taking your pussy." His voice rasped against her ear as he began pumping into her. "You want to be penetrated with cock. Isn't that right?" .

She moaned again, unable to speak just feel and push herself up to take him in even deeper.

"That's it, grind yourself into my big cock. Take it all." He slid his hands under her body knowing just how to pull on her clit and drive her over the edge. As her body spasmed in orgasm he gripped her between his thighs and rode her, grinding his hips into her. His balls tightened, ready to shoot off an orgasm of his own. But, he held back, just barely.

She was limp underneath him. Her pussy tremored with after shocks. He waited for her breathing to even out a bit before turning her over. "You're mine Deborah," he said softly biting down on her nipple and sucking it through his teeth.

"No," she whimpered. His legs held her own open, unable to close and keep him from entering her again. His cock sank in deep.

"You're mine." He gripped a breast in each hand, firmly kneading them, feeling her hard nipples pressing into the palm of his hands. "You're all mine."

Deborah squirmed under his hard body. His cock filled her body and his words filled her mind. She'd never felt so full of cock and so good being so stuffed full. Her hips shifted and she nearly orgasmed again as his cock slid deeper, penetrating her, taking her, making her want it so desperately. She didn't even know how she panted for it, squirmed so much, needing more. But he did. He watched her with that part of his mind that was always detached, able to rationalize and analyze. She was his now, fully and completely and there was no going back. He would never let her go now.

Without warning he pushed his cock hard inside her, stuffing her. Silencing her moans with his mouth over hers, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth. Taking her mouth as he took her pussy. Taking over and leaving her nothing but shuddering reaction. This time he orgasmed right after her own scream of ecstasy. He decided to impregnate her. That was something else she didn't know about. But, once she was pregnant they'd never agree to take her away from him. Those scientists would be glad to give her to him if only he would show them how he learned to impregnate a human woman. Silly humans, assuming they knew everything. Why, any half-wit alien could come down and take over their whole planet, one woman at a time.

Technosexuality - The Robot/ Tech Fetish

I know there is a large group who like sex with dolls, the doll fetish. That isn't me. I am not interested in an inanimate and unfeeling, unresponsive object. There are various interesting things about sex with an android/ robot.

First, an android can be fully male and functional and yet still be a real virgin, not even know how to perform sex and it (the android) may not even have thought about sexual relationships. So there is the whole thing about corrupting something that isn't a child and does not have that innocence and yet it would not be the same as playing with an experienced adult. I'm not sure if this really appeals to me or not. I think I would rather have a partner who knows what is coming versus one who doesn't have a clue and thus can't begin to get excited until after the event. All that build up and suspense would be missing.

Second, on the other side, an android could be created for sex, for serving women. This side of the android is very erotic. It would have endless stamina, all kinds of knowledge and it is very unlikely to say no or be afraid or intimidated to try anything at all. However, would it be convincing as a sub? If it has less at stake than a real human male could it really put the same energy into submitting, being teased and tormented. Would chastity, for instance, have no real meaning for an android? Does it truly desire to be sensual or is it just one more thing on it's to-do list?

The android who serves it's master is erotic in spite of it's possible disinterest. It would obey. It would serve. There would be no need to feel bad about getting what you want out of the encounter. You could be very selfish and have no real concern for the enjoyment the android may or may not be having. At the end it could even clean itself up and leave you to do whatever you want.

This is another great thing about the android. It is easy to put away when you are done with it. Stuff it in the back of your closet, roll it under the bed or just leave it to stand out of the way in a corner somewhere, it makes no difference to the android. You can even unplug it, use the off switch to save power. If you get the deluxe model you can even have it stay on and perform in other ways: wash floors, drive you to work, answer all your emails, etc.

Wikipedia: Robot Fetishism - (also ASFR or technosexuality[1]) is a fetishistic attraction to humanoid or non-humanoid robots; also to people acting like robots or people dressed in robot costumes.

Technosexuality

Regina Lynn at Wired writes: 10 Reasons I'd Rather Marry a Robot.

10 Things you Always Wanted to Know About Robot Sex but were Afraid to Ask - article by Kal Cobalt.

I Shall be Queen

Female Space Alien

I did find one female looking alien illustration. I'm sure there are others, out there, somewhere.

I Have an Alien Fetish

I have a fetish for aliens from another planet. I fantasize about being caught by aliens and then finding out how different they are, up close and in person. Usually this is a seduction, but not always.

There are almost zero mention of men and alien women. I did look, quite hard, on Google last night. But, I did find some pretty good comic book covers, most show women being carried off by aliens.

Why do I have this thing for aliens? I don't know. Maybe it's about really, really, really kinky sex. You never know what those alien boys have under their space suits.

Post Apocalypse

I was surprised to see someone posting about apocalyse movies and books and urban exploration on a BDSM blog. Not something you would expect to go together. But the post Beauty in BDSM by slaveduties was about gas masks.

I never thought of a gas mask as something very interesting before. But I really do like the idea of it being part of an end of the world role playing plan. This photo was really nice too, a little tender and strong too.

To me the man in the photo could be anything: Dom, sub or just a regular guy with no D/s at all. There they are, the survivors, looking for a way out of the rubble. Maybe a farm out of the city where they can find a few surviving animals and grow their own food. Likely they'll find some clothes along the way.

Someone could write an interesting FemDom story in that kind of setting. There would be a lot of work, they'd be pretty alone and all the gas masks would be free.