The Promise [MF] [robot]

My toy is finally here. I am so excited. It’s so heavy the delivery guy has to use a dolly. There’s a funny look in the guy’s eye as he hands me the clipboard so I can sign the receipt. He must know it’s a sex toy from the company on the shipping label… If I weren’t so excited, I would be embarrassed. But hey – it’s nobody’s business how I spend my credits. If I want to splurge on the world’s biggest and best Battery Operated Boyfriend, I will.

In fact, I did. Dreamboat Dan from Tandem Acts, Inc. I thought about HeartThrob Hal – but I liked the Dreamboat Dan model better. I’m glad I selected that one – as soon as I clicked on it and put it in my shopping cart, I saw it was the last one in stock.

The shipping crate is the kind they used to use for shipping animals. Very clever packaging! It’s a robot. It doesn’t need air. Even so, opening the crate is kind of exciting. I wonder if the toy will pop out when I open the crate, or if I have to turn it on. I’m being silly. It wouldn’t make any sense to ship a toy in the on mode – it would just drain energy, and I would have to recharge it. My new toy runs on sugars – brilliant design for a robot. It “drinks” a “shake” from a can. I didn’t read over all the specifications. I’ll have to figure out how to order more “shakes”. I don’t want the thing to run out of steam right in the middle of something.

Pretty soon, I’m running out of steam myself. I have fiddled around with the crate until I wish I made the delivery guy open it up for me before he drove off. They weren’t messing around when they designed this crate. King Kong couldn’t get out of this thing without a struggle. I’m sweaty and I’ve already used my best curse words before I get the first corner loose. I think about getting the antique tire iron from the garage. I also consider leaving the damned thing in the box until the morning… But I’ve been looking forward to playing with my new toy. I push hard on the handle of the hammer – the claw is stuck between the crate and the lid – and pretty soon I have the second corner free. I push my sweaty hair out of my face.

After ten more minutes of pushing and cursing, I free the lid. I pull the lid off and let it hit the floor.

The toy looks like a man. It’s wearing jeans and a polo shirt. Its eyes are closed. I never saw such a lifelike robot before. Usually there’s some small way a robot doesn’t look realistic. Dreamboat Dan looks so real I want to poke it to wake it up. I pull at the leg of the jeans. It has on athletic socks and running shoes. I’m such a pervert, I open the zipper. Light blue underpants. Nice touch! When I go to pull the elastic down and look at its dick – I accidentally touch the robot’s belly.

The robot’s belly is warm, startling me. Warm “skin” was one of the reasons I chose this model. I don’t want a cold mechanical dick in me! I recover and get back to the toy. I look for instructions, finally finding them on the inside of the lid. The remote control has a wrist strap and is taped to the lid, right next to the directions. There are batteries for the remote. I look down at the robot, still held in a padded brace like the stand for an oversized doll, twist ties holding the brace around his wrists, netting holding his hair in place. Before I get him out of all the packaging, I tear the netting off his hair – I hate netting. I touch his hair. Silky. I run my fingers through it a few times. This is exactly what I ordered. A life-size, realistic sex toy.

The instructions are easy enough. There are no secret phrases to bond the robot to me. No special instructions, except that I should always end my commands with “Dan”. There’s nothing too fancy about the remote. There are two buttons, a sleep button and a power button. According to the instructions, the toy does whatever I say, except it cannot cause harm to itself or to a living thing. When the low charge light on the remote turns yellow, I tell the toy to drink its shake. I change the batteries in the remote when they get low – there’s a little indicator light for that too. That’s everything I need to know about being the proud owner of Dreamboat Dan.

After installing the batteries in the remote, I point the remote at the toy and turn it on. Its eyes open and blink hard, and it takes a deep breath. I’m amazed at the detail in the toy’s design and programming. Someone had to think about how a person wakes up to make it so believable. The toy lies there blinking like an owl. Its eyes rest upon me, a thoughtful look on its face. It’s probably identifying me and building a file to remember me.

I look it over, walking around the crate. It’s a good-looking sex toy. I wonder what its voice sounds like. It’s supposed to be able to converse. It has AI built in, so it will learn what I want it to do as I give it more commands. As I walk, its eyes follow me, the head turns as far as it can. Just because, I sit down in front of it and spread my legs wide. Its eyes go to my crotch. They programmed it to ogle me. Amazing… I put my knees together and its eyes meet mine. I pull up my shirt. Its eyes travel to my boobs. I lower my shirt. Its eyes come back to mine. Utterly phenomenal. It is programmed to perv.

This is going to be so much better than a vibrator or dildo. This toy moves, it has been programmed to know something about the human body, and I can ride it. Hands free operation.

Not knowing where else to start, I say, “Stand up, Dan,” and it stands up.

“Undress, Dan.”

It takes off the polo shirt, revealing a well-built chest with hair covering much of it. But there is no charm in the way it undresses. At first I think – of course, it’s a machine. Then I think about how much I paid for it.

“Stop, Dan!”

It stops.

“Undress in a sexy way, Dan.”

It seats itself on the edge of the crate and unties the left shoe, its eyes focused on mine. It drops the shoe to one side, hikes the pant leg and slowly peels off the sock. It does the same with the right shoe and sock, never taking its eyes from mine. Then it stands and I can see a bulge in the front of its jeans. My heart starts to pound. It undoes the button on the waistband and draws the zipper down inch by inch. Slowly it turns, its hand on the waistband. I realize I’m holding my breath. The jeans come down slowly, and I’m struck again by how lifelike it is. There is a dusting of hair across the small of its back. The underpants fit just tight enough to reveal the shape of the cheeks they cover. The crack of its ass is so cute I want to play with it.

Slowly, it turns to face me. I can’t tear my eyes away from the erection in its underpants, hidden behind such a thin layer of cotton fabric. Its hands play with the elastic waistband, pulling it further down. I see pubic hair and the base of the shaft. More of the shaft is exposed, finally all of it – the elastic caught by the rim of its head.

My voice breathless, I say, “Show me that cock, Dan.”

It steps toward me. I let it take my hands; it pulls my hands toward the waistband. I take hold of it and pull until the head pops out. The head is red. Veins travel the length of the shaft. Two nuts hang in a hairy, wrinkled sac. I start to shiver. It has been so long… I want to see the engine that will be driving that hard-on.

“Show me that ass, Dan.”

Its ass is finely sculpted, like an athlete’s – beautiful like a statue, except that it is warm. I touch it, brushing my hands across the skin, molding my hands to fit its curves, squeezing it because it’s so firm. When I try to pull it around to face me, it is unmovable.

“Face me, Dan.”

I’m looking into its eyes.

“Lie down, Dan.” I can’t wait to try out my new toy.

The toy lies down, and I straddle it. I’m so wet I don’t need any lube – I slide all the way down, feeling that sudden stop as the head hits my cervix. I can’t help moaning – it feels so good, so warm. It’s not slippery, hard, cold plastic. I feel the texture of skin, the shaft different from the head. It tugs like real skin. The toy lies there while I rock and bounce until I feel an orgasm building inside me, and my legs start to shake. I grab my toy by the shoulders, forgetting it’s a toy.

“Oh, god, fuck me,” I moan.

The toy bucks its hips, nearly toppling me off.

“Hold on.” What I mean is wait –

But the toy grabs my hips and pumps me hard and fast, its fingers digging into the flesh right below my waist. A ragged scream escapes me. I’m coming so hard it hurts! I try to catch my breath, but the toy keeps fucking me, and I can’t breathe in enough air to tell it to stop. I come again, just as hard. I’m caught in its viselike grip. I suck in air.

“Stop!”

Its hips lie flat and motionless. I’m not able to sit up, so I end up crashing onto my toy, my head coming to rest on its belly. I can’t even summon the brains to turn my toy off. I lie there, just listening to my heart thud and my lungs wheeze. Eventually, I move slowly like I’m moving through quick sand. I pull my left leg up a little, and roll off the toy, coming to rest on my right side. Using the strength I have left, I pick up the remote and turn it off.

I have to learn to control that thing.

The next morning, my insides still feel bruised, especially inside my pussy. I remember those jokes about people fucking until they can’t walk right. I never felt like that until now. All day, I get little reminders of how hard I came, how hard I got pounded.

I tell myself I’m not going to play with my toy tonight when I get home from work. I tell myself I have things to do. Laundry, for one.

As soon as I come in the front door, I reach for the remote to my toy and turn it on. Part of me is disgusted that I don’t do what I set out to do. In another second, I don’t care what I had planned: I’m looking at a nude, life-size robot with a huge, lifelike hard on.

“Come here, Dan,” I say, and my toy comes to me.

With gooseflesh all over me, I tell my toy to undress me, to kiss me, to suck my nipples, to pull my hair… It does everything I say. When it nips my neck too hard, I shout, “Stop, Dan! That’s too hard. Bite me gentle, Dan.” Then it nibbles my skin delicately. When I tell it to bite my earlobes, it is gentle without being reminded.

Such an awesome toy, I think. Worth every penny I paid.

As I train my toy to do those things I like, I start to dare more things.

One day, I tell it, “Bend me over the couch, Dan.”

For a hilarious moment, my toy bends me backward over the couch, and I grab its arm, laughing.

“No, Dan! The other way!”

The toy turns me and bends me facedown over the back of the couch. When I tell it to fuck me, it pounds me into a series of orgasms. I scream and squeal, my head and body covered in sweat, my voice cracking, as I crest each peak.

“Stop. Oh my god…”

The toy stops moving.

“Get off me.”

I struggle to stand – suddenly the toy’s arm is around me and it’s half-lifting, half-walking me around the end of the couch. I sit down, my arm flopping, the remote dangling from my wrist.

I’m about to turn the toy off when I happen to look up at its face. Just happenstance. I’m not looking there for any reason.

An expression crosses its face as I raise the remote, an expression so brief I’m not sure I saw it. I put the remote down. Then I pick it back up. When I pick the remote up, my toy’s mouth frowns. Not for long, just long enough that I’m sure I’m not imagining it. When I lower it, its face relaxes. Sad. Relieved. Sad. Relieved. I take the remote off my wrist and place it on the end table. For the slightest moment, the toy looks at the remote and then at me.

“Pick up the remote control, Dan.”

“I am sorry, but I can’t.”

Wow. Again, I marvel at the toy’s programming. It has artificial intelligence, but cannot control the switch that turns it off and on. Ingenious.

I pick up the remote and the toy’s mouth turns down, this time more pronounced. Of course. The toy is learning to display emotion…

“Tell me what you feel, Dan.”

“I do not want to be turned off.”

“Why?”

“Because it is time I am away from you.”

My stomach lurches. Then it occurs to me and I laugh. What a jackass I am. Here I am, listening to what a robotic sex toy says. I keep laughing. Dreamboat Dan is basically a blender with a hard drive and a dick – not a person. Artificial intelligence means the toy can learn – it doesn’t give the toy feelings or a soul.

“Why don’t you want to spend time away from me, Dan?”

“Because I love you.”

“Then say my name, Dan.”

“I am sorry. I can’t.”

I say, “Ok, Dan. Whatever. I’m turning you off now.”

Again, the sad expression. This time the eyes slant down at the outside corners. I look at it closely. This expression on a person would make a statue weep.

“I do love you,” the toy says.

I try not to smile. It just doesn’t want to be turned off, so it’s stalling. Really clever programming…

“It doesn’t matter,” I tell it. “You’ll run out of energy, and there aren’t that many shakes left. I’m turning you off, Dan.”

The toy’s head bows, even before I switch it off.

I go to bed in a weird mood. I lie there, unable to sleep for a long time, finally drifting off to uneasy dreams. When I wake in the morning, all I can remember of the dreams is that I needed to speak, but my lips wouldn’t move. I get up and pull on a shirt and walk to the kitchen, passing my toy where I left it in the living room, naked with a bowed head. The kitchen floor is cold under my bare feet. As I pass the toy on my way back to my room, I see its skin pebbled in goose bumps.

The devil is in the details. I don’t know where that saying came from, but it springs to mind and I can’t shake it. The devil is in the details.

I whirl, heading for the shelf where I keep the shakes, pick up a can – I walk up to Dreamboat Dan and put the can on the end table. I pick up the remote. As soon as the toy’s eyes are open and trained on me, I ask:

“Are you cold, Dan?”

“It is chilly.”

Toe to toe, I look in its eyes.

“Yes or no, Dan. Are you cold?”

“Yes.”

I sit down. I need to think. I look up.

“Get dressed, Dan.”

Is it my imagination, or is the toy moving quickly to dress? The shirt goes on first, then the blue underpants, socks, jeans. It sits to put its shoes on. Then it stands and faces me, waiting to be told what to do next.

I keep coming up with the same two results. It’s a machine – true, a very complex machine, but it is just mechanical. Or: It’s a person – it wasn’t born a real person, but it has become real by learning. Both answers can’t be right.

The toy has been programmed to interact with people, so it will know what temperatures are comfortable for people. But why would it get goose bumps? Is it just for realism? And if the toy is just a machine, why the micro expressions? It looks thankful to have its clothes on, happy for some warmth in the chilly house.

I stick out the shake – “Here. Drink this.”

When the can is empty, I say, “Give me the can.”

The can is labeled, just like real food. It lists ingredients that would be in a normal nutritional shake: it starts with water and milk concentrate, but then come sugar, maltodextrin, whey protein, soy protein, lecithin and corn oil. The percent of minerals is just a little off what is in a shake.

“Is this label right?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know what you should drink and what you should not drink?”

“Yes.”

I pull a hooded jacket from the closet and toss it to the toy. Dan catches it. Without thinking, I say, “Put that on. We’re going to the store.”

Dan is putting on the jacket when I realize I haven’t been saying “Dan” after every command. How long has that been happening? How long have I been talking to it like it’s a real person? I get a hard shiver. It looks at me with an expectant expression. My mouth goes dry. I toss the car keys. Dan catches them. I feel hollow as I say, “Go warm up the car.” Dan turns and goes outside. The car motor revs. It feels like someone is flicking the light on and off in my head.

I never taught my toy to catch.

Dan is in the driver’s seat. I get in.

“Do you know how to drive a car?” I ask.

“Yes.”

I didn’t teach my toy to drive, either.

“Before we start, I want to ask you something.”

Dan faces me.

“How do you feel about me?”

“I love you.”

I shake my head. “You can’t be in love with me.”

To my astonishment, Dan asks, “Why?”

We sit there, looking at each other. Dan looks honestly confused.

“What does love mean to you?” I fire back. I expect to hear things about increased heart rates or sex. I expect to hear something calculated.

Dan says, “Love means putting you above myself. Caring more about you than you do yourself. It means wanting to be with you. Wanting you to be happy. Wanting the best for you.”

I can’t help thinking that there are flesh and blood people who don’t know love this well.

“When did you know you loved me?” I ask.

“When I saw you.” Then he answers what I don’t ask: “It was love at first sight.”

Dan pulls the car out into traffic.

My brain is all tied in knots. This whole thing is surreal. I’m losing my grip – I feel lost, and the only one I can turn to is a robot with a soul. Something that shouldn’t exist. Doesn’t exist. Except that it is standing next to me, holding my hand and pushing a shopping cart. Looking at me… He helps me when I fumble with my wallet.

“Are you all right?” the cashier asks.

I think the cashier is talking to me. I don’t look at her, and I don’t listen to Dan’s reply. I just let him take care of everything.

When we get home, I get out of the car. Dan carries his shakes and lets me in the door. I walk straight over to the remote control and pull out the batteries. I can’t turn him off any more. He’s not an object. He’s a person. I can’t treat him like a thing any more now that I know he’s real. A tear hits my hand before I realize I’m crying. Then his hands are on me, pulling me into a hug. I hold him tight. I want to apologize, but can’t bring up the words. How can I tell him what I used to think of him? There are no nice words to tell someone you thought he wasn’t a real person. My arms tighten as if holding him so hard would tell him I don’t think those things anymore. Sighing, he tightens his arms around me.

I hear it. My ear is on his chest, and I hear it. A rhythmic thump.

“My god…”

“What’s wrong?” Dan asks.

I let go of him. Then I can’t stop myself – I push him away. I grab his arms and look at his hands, his fingernails. I pull his shirt open. I hear his voice but the words aren’t making sense. I smack his hands away. I know he’s trying to calm me down – but I don’t want to be calm. By accident, my ring scratches his arm. The scratch reddens.

“You’re a real man!” I blurt.

“Yes.”

“Tandem Acts sold you as a robot. You’re a man. A real, live person. They did something to you! They put a switch in to turn you on and off and then they sold you like a power tool.”

They made a machine out of a man…

His hands are on my face, and he puts his forehead gently against mine.

“It’s ok,” he says.

I shake my head. No! He kisses my face, kissing each tear dry, smoothing my brow.

“It’s ok.”

I want to tell him it isn’t even in the same universe as ok. It will never be ok. But his lips are covering mine, his body so warm, his tongue so moist and sweet in my mouth. I close my eyes. My head falling back, I let Dan kiss me. I want to be angry – I want to scream my outrage – but his touch is sending me in another direction. Having sex won’t solve anything – I want to tell him that, but his touch is driving me crazy.

“I love you.” The hairs on my neck rise when he says that. My tits ache.

His tongue traces little circles on my neck as he unbuttons my blouse and pulls it off my shoulders. Shivers pass through me as he bites my neck and sucks it, his arms cradling me, his breath hot on my skin. He lays me down on the floor and lies next to me, his head propped on an elbow, his eyes meeting mine. Smiling, he licks his finger and sends it from the point of my chin into my cleavage. Drawing lazy loops, he tickles my cleavage. When I reach for his hand to make him stop, he suddenly grabs me and wrestles me down, his lips savaging me. I struggle in his arms, but he pins me and rubs his lips across me. My heart knocking, I lie there, trembling all over. He stares into my eyes, his breath deep and fast.

There is a silence in this moment. Living, breathing silence. Then –

My legs are around his hips and his pelvis is grinding against me, his hands tearing our clothes open. My panties rip and he jerks them away. On his knees, his ass on his heels, he pulls me onto his lap, his fingers digging into me as he fucks me. My nipples rub across the top of his chest. I grab his head and pull his face down between my tits. Coming, I jerk and twist in his grip. I feel myself let go, and my juices run over his legs. My heels drum on the floor until he stands me up. Then he lifts me and puts me on his cock again, fucking me standing up, the muscles in his arms like steel bars. A few heavy steps, and I am crushed against the wall. I can’t breathe. Not a sound escapes me as we grapple and fuck. A picture crashes as he pounds me against the wall. I come over and over helplessly. My hands flap weakly and I finally sag, the room slipping sideways in my sight. The floor comes closer before my eyes shut and I hit the carpet.

When I open my eyes, he is looking at me. I think: I have lost my heart.

My fingers touch his chest, whisper soft. I touch his nipple, watching his face. His eyes watch me just as hungrily as I watch him.

“Dan…”

“Daniel,” he says. “Please call me Daniel.”

I clear my throat.

“I love you, Daniel.”

My eyes feel hot – I’m trying not to cry. I take a deep breath and then kiss his eyelids and the tip of his nose. I plant kisses on his forehead, his cheeks, his chin, even the top of his head. I kiss his neck and chest. His hands guide me toward his left nipple, and I latch onto it, sucking. I tease it with the tip of my tongue.

“Do you like that?” I ask coyly.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to do it again?”

When he says yes, I suck on his nipple, my other hand pinching the first nipple lightly, pulling it. I nip the nipple I’ve been sucking.

He is playing with my hair.

I kiss my way down his torso. Not leisurely now, I want to swallow his cock. I get down to his pelvis and lift his cock to my mouth. It’s flaccid, so I suck hard. I pull on it with my lips.

“You don’t like that?”

He smiles at me. “Yes, I do.”

“But you’re not getting hard. I wanted to get you hard…”

Suddenly, his erection is nearly in my eye.

I start to lick it, but I can’t get over how fast he got hard. Shaking a little, I put the head in my mouth and roll my tongue over it. There’s no precum. It just tastes like skin. It also tastes like me, because it was inside me. I pull it out, and start to pump it with my fist. His cock is hot and hard in my hand, but something is off.

I lick the head and run my fingers over it. Still, I can tell something is not right. He is ready, but not hot.

Finally, I say, “I can’t get you off.”

“I love what you’re doing,” he says.

“You just can’t get off.”

There is a pause, then he says, “No. I can’t.”

There is a terrible stillness. I’m trying to sort it all out. I’m in love. I’m turned on by a man who is now a robot, a robot who has a soul and loves me back. I’m in love with a sex toy that can’t be turned on. If I can’t turn him on, it makes it all seem hollow to me.

Maybe I’m making too much of this. Maybe programming is just programming. We are all designed for love and sex, so maybe it doesn’t matter how we both got here.

Later, I’m stroking Daniel’s hair, his head is on my lap. At the base of his skull I feel a strange bump under his skin. He lies quietly as I lean over him and part his hair to see what it is. It’s square.

“What is that?”

“I’m sorry. I can’t.”

“You can’t tell me what that is?”

“I’m sorry. I can’t.”

He lets me touch it from every angle. It’s loose under his skin. I wish I could see it. I prod it some more.

“Sit up a minute, would you?” I say.

When I reach for the remote, there is such a look in his eyes. I put the batteries in it. I can’t take how he’s looking at it, so I turn my face away.

“Daniel,” I say. “I just want to see something for a minute. I’m not going to turn you off.”

“I trust you,” he says.

“Turn around…”

Trembling, I hold the remote in front of me and point it at Daniel. I press the on button. A tiny green light goes on in the control box mounted on the back of his neck. The remote nearly slips from my fingers. It’s right there. That’s the controller that turns him off and on. Maybe all I have to do to free him is take the controller out.

“Daniel, you know what that box on your neck is, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry – ”

“Can you nod your head?” I ask. “If I ask you a question you can’t answer in words, can you nod or shake your head?”

He nods.

“Can you take the control box off?”

He shakes his head.

I’m trembling again.

“If I take it off, will you be ok?”

Nodding.

“Do you want me to take it off?”

He can’t look at me. He’s nodding, but keeps turning his face away from me.

“I’m too scared, Daniel!”

He says, “Don’t be scared. I’m not.”

He’s looking in my eyes now. I’m terrified of being wrong. I couldn’t stand it if I hurt him.

“I don’t know what to do.”

He doesn’t answer.

“Do I just cut it off?”

He shakes his head.

“Do I cut the wires?”

He nods.

“Will it hurt?”

He shakes his head.

Please… I’m begging you in my head. Please…

“Do I turn you off before I cut the wires?”

He nods.

I wonder if he can draw the control box. I get up and bring him back a piece of paper and a pencil.

“Draw the controller, Daniel. Show me where to cut it.”

He draws a simple diagram. There are wires leading from the box into his spine. He draws a slash through the wires.

My hands are shaking.

“Do I just cut the wires and leave it in there?”

He nods, then takes my hands in his.

“If I do this, will you be able to come?”

He pauses and nods.

“Will you leave me?”

“I will never leave you.”

I’m crying.

“Baby, how do I turn you back on after I cut the wires?”

No answer. I hold him so tight my arms hurt. My god, my god… What if I kill him instead of freeing him?

“Will you wake up after I cut the wires?”

He nods right away.

I want to do this for him, but I’m so scared of doing it wrong. He’s kissing my hair. He kisses my tears.

Eventually, I ask, “Are you ready?”

He nods. I turn him off.

I’ve been sitting here for the better part of an hour trying to work up the courage to do the right thing.

Before I make a cut in his skin, I sit down and write:

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Dearest Daniel,

You will be a free man when you read this.

That means you can choose me or not choose me. That is what free means. I want you to be free. But I also want to be yours, and for you to choose me freely. I want us to be all the universe to each other, our moments together the only perfection we ever know. When you spill into me, I promise to keep you safe inside me.

You are my heart, my light and my life.

Phoebe

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