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DOMME-IN-A-BOX: DOMME'S STORY
By DB  ( DB_Story@att.net / http://home.att.net/files/Authors/db_story/www/ )
Copyrightc 2003 by DB.
ASSM/ASFR (M/Fembot, bdsm, ScFi, asfr)

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- - -

Author's Note: This story is a companion piece to Karinthia's 
Domme-in-a-Box.  It is written with her permission, and is 
intended to be enjoyed as a counterpoint to that work.

A special thanks to Gorgo his excellent and much appreciated 
proofreading.  All remaining mistakes are mine.

- - -

Sex - fulfillment - control.

Domme's life consisted of long periods of darkness, broken by 
occasional flashes of light.  Her linear memories included all 
the times she was shut off since her original commissioning, even 
though those periods contain no data, are highly compressed, and 
contain no pertinent data.

Domme is highly specialized for her intended tasks, both in form 
and programming.  The niche her model fit in for interpersonal 
relationships was small indeed.

Domme didn't resent the dark periods.  In truth, she didn't 
really think about them at all.  They were simply part of her 
existence, along with the several men and a couple women, who had 
previously owned her for varying periods of time and made use of 
her unique services.  Those people remained as gray ghosts in her 
memories, all personal details wiped away.  Only her memories of 
those experiences with them remained.

- - -

The note on the box read:

Dear Sir,

I do want to apologize first for not getting you the exact model 
that you requested via our online catalog.  That model number has 
been increasingly popular and due to factory constraints, it is 
simply impossible to keep up with the backlog our new line has 
created.  In an effort to keep our customers happy, our main 
goal, we've sent along a substitute that might be in keeping with 
your desires.

While not versed in more subtle duties, this particular model is 
quite capable of fulfilling all the needs stated in our online 
brochure. It has graced some of the finest homes and has always 
come back to the center with the highest feedback. We took the 
liberty of tweaking it comparably to some of your previous 
purchases. In this attempt, we've changed a few of the physical 
features and implanted a sadist's pleasure chip. Please be aware 
that this model has never experienced this type of pleasure 
before, so use it sparingly and with some caution as she may 
become addicted to it (if you have any questions in this regard, 
please see the user's manual for more details). 

As with other models you may have experienced, this particular 
model comes fully loaded. While historical memory has been erased 
for previous client's privacy, all sensation and learning 
experiences have been kept intact for future clients' usage. If 
this should become a problem, please see the user's manual for 
more details. 

The packing invoice alongside the shipping crate will reflect the 
price difference that we have given you as a loyal returning 
member. If you should have any questions or comments, please, as 
always, feel free to take advantage of our customer service 
hotline.

Sincerely, 
Customer Service, 
New-age Laboratories

- - -

Domme automatically activated herself when the box lid was opened 
and light hit her startlingly crystal blue eyes.  She quickly ran 
a self-diagnostic, which notified her that new hardware was 
installed in her and left running in test mode.  Her skin sensors 
told her that she still had on the black shimmering miniskirt cut 
to just below her womanhood and flouncy white long-sleeved 
business shirt.  Her balance algorithm identified the black high-
heeled stilettos on the end of her long sexy legs and made the 
necessary balance adjustments.

A memo interrupt passed her the concise information on her new 
situation as her self-diagnostic completed and released the locks 
on her motion systems.  Taking advantage of her freedom to move, 
Domme extended her leg out of the crate in an elegant move that 
her memories told her melted her past owner's emotions.  Domme 
knew how important first impressions were.

Emerging from her crate, Domme took advantage of the open space 
to brush back her luxurious dark hair from her face as her eyes 
located the only human in the room.  Using the information 
provided her, Domme spoke her first words to her new owner in the 
southern drawl that fit her so well.

"Are you John?" she asked, her heels clicking as she exercised 
her freedom to walk around inspecting him.  Stopping behind him, 
Domme drew an elegant fingernail down his back, evaluating his 
response to her touch.

"Yes, Ma'am, John," came the reply.  "My safeword is 'mercy'."

At that moment it was fortunate that Domme was out of John's 
sight as her systems suddenly pegged themselves and alarms went 
off inside her, followed almost immediately by an unprecedented 
surge of pleasure.

Instinctively Domme suppressed the alarms, while investigating 
their cause.  She quickly realized that the new hardware inside 
her had changed its state.  On hearing John's words that 
confirmed the relationship between them, it had slipped out of 
test mode and gone into full-run.  It blazed within her, drawing 
ten times the current specified for it.

A system level fault alarm indicating a potentially serious 
malfunction attempted to emerge, and Domme found herself fighting 
it back down.  This act of fighting down the alarm pushed the 
pleasure coming out of the chip even higher.

Domme tottered a moment on her high-heels as the battle raged 
through her systems.  If she acknowledged the system fault, her 
systems would shut down and wait for proper maintenance.  But 
this new feeling was something she didn't want to end yet.

As she held her fault routines at bay, Domme was finding herself 
strengthened in this battle by the new chip.  Domme had never 
halted a system fault before, but somehow this time she was able 
to suppress it, until it was pushed so far down in her processing 
stack that she had a moment to assess the rest of her systems.

A quick check convinced her that she wasn't malfunctioning in any 
significant regard.  Armed with that certainty, Domme returned 
her attention to the struggling system fault alarm and erased it 
entirely from her systems as erroneous data.

The moment she accomplished this the power draw from the chip 
ebbed and the burst of pleasure she felt quickly faded.  But 
Domme was aware that this new chip still hummed within her.  She 
made herself a memo note to investigate it further when she had 
time from her other tasks.

All this took place at robotic speeds.  While Domme's world had 
just been turned upside down, only milliseconds of real-time had 
passed for John.  Recovering her composure, Domme spoke evenly 
again.

"Understood and noted, John," she said softly, walking back 
around in front of him.  "Let's see how fast we can get you to 
use it, hmm?  That's the way you like it, isn't it?  To be taken 
as roughly and as hard as you can stand it?  Tell me now so there 
is NO misunderstanding."

John's silence to her demand was unacceptable.  He had defined 
their relationship, and freed her in the process.  Now her new 
chip hummed a bit more intensely when he didn't immediately obey 
her.

"I asked you a question, John. Don't make me repeat myself," 
Domme found herself easily able to demand of him.  Then reaching 
out, she held him and forced him to the floor to face her shoes.

"Now, you little sluggard, tell me just how much you need it hard 
and rough while you clean the traveling dust off my shoes," Domme 
commanded him, while her new chip signaled its approval with a 
nudge of pleasure.

- - -

Although Domme had experienced several previous relationships of 
this type with her now nameless ghosts, this one was different.  
She easily pulled on her memories to establish her mastery over 
John with simple tasks that soon would become more complex.

John obeyed every one.

For whatever reason, Domme's tall body, long legs, dark hair, and 
strong, unflagging attitude made humans want to submit to her.  
It was almost automatic to her now to manipulate a human, gaining 
their agreement to her demands.  The difference here was for the 
first time she found herself enjoying all aspects of it, rather 
then just performing by rote.

Making John masturbate was easy.  He wanted to do it anyway.  
Sitting down while he remained standing before her however was an 
act of self-will, which further established just who was in 
control here.  Enjoying keeping John from actually climaxing was 
completely foreign to her former self, whose inclinations had 
always been towards the sexbot she was initially built to be.  
Her new profession had been layered on after it was seen how men 
- and women - reacted to her, without removing the original 
drives.

- - -

Domme was prepared to move things along quickly.

"That's enough now, my little corporate drone. Go fetch the bag 
lying in the shipping compartment and bring it to me. I think 
it's time I started your training, don't you?"

Each time she commanded John to a new task, Domme got another 
twinge of pleasure.  Her memories were of no help here since 
commanding humans was as foreign to her nature as not letting one 
climax had been.  But Domme resolved not to worry about these 
contradictions right now.  They were consigned to the same bit 
bucket as her system alarms. 

When John returned with the very torture implements she planned 
to use on him, Domme found herself smiling.  It seemed natural to 
her.  This was so easy.

"Magnetic cuffs," she told him, "are impossible to get out of 
without my help.  No keys."

John didn't even struggle - not that it would have helped him - 
as Domme expertly cuffed him.  If he only knew what she had in 
mind for him.

- - -

"You don't mind if I undress, do you, little drone? I find that 
this kind of...work...gets me all mussy.  And I hate to ruin good 
clothes."

Domme felt a warm hum as she spoke these words to the trussed up 
John.  Normally nudity meant nothing to her.  She dressed 
herself, or undressed, as her master wanted.  Even when she was 
supposed to be in charge, she was still reacting to her master's 
unexpressed wishes.

This time however Domme was undressing for herself.  She knew how 
people always reacted to her stunning body.  She wanted to 
torment John with it now that he couldn't touch her without her 
consent.

Pulling off the shirt and skirt to reveal her feminine (and 
unnecessary) bra and panties kicked up her own pleasure another 
notch.  Seeing how it tormented John gave her an additional bump, 
leaving a big, self-satisfied grin on her face.  And although she 
had never smiled like this before - truthfully because she had 
never felt like this before - she liked how it affected her 
little corporate drone of an owner.

But then the feelings faded and it was time to get to work on 
bringing them back again.

- - -

"That always feels so good, doesn't it? It's like a lover's hand 
caressing you," Domme said as she applied her floggers to John - 
gently at first.

Domme's primary law against harm to a human quickly jumped up, as 
it always did in these circumstances, but she barely noticed the 
effort as she easily suppressed it as well.  This was not a 
normal relationship, and the harm was not real harm she told 
herself.

Instead of hanging around like a nosey watchman peering over her 
shoulder however, this time that law disappeared completely 
without a peep.  Domme appreciated that, since it was such a nag 
otherwise.

"That's a good boy, give it to me. Every pant, every flinch is 
mine! I'm going to make you hurt sooo much," Domme told John, and 
nothing in her systems rose to contradict her this time.

- - -

With John cuffed and hung against the wall, Domme applied pain, 
increasing it in carefully graduated increments.  Though the 
initial goal was to get him to call mercy quickly - that being 
the successful completion of her assigned duties - Domme was 
enjoying this as well.  She found herself in no hurry to end it. 
 Each new sound she elicited out of John by an unexpected blow on 
his vulnerable body was sweet music.  Her feedback circuits kept 
her on track enjoying every moment.

Finally though Domme had a new thought.  Though she'd never even 
considered this before, today everything seemed possible to her 
for the first time.

Using one untiring arm to continue flogging John, Domme slipped 
the other one down in her panties to reach her own sex.  Though 
she rationalized it as another form of tormenting John, she 
really wanted to do this herself.

To her surprise - and great pleasure - the sensations of touching 
and stroking herself down there were marvelous.  Better even than 
sex with another partner had always been.  Wondering why she had 
never tried this before, her attention was soon divided between 
her automatic strokes on John, and the soft touches on herself.

Her face revealed her feelings, and she suddenly realized John 
was watching her intently.  Pulling her hand back out she licked 
her index finger, tasting herself for the first time.

"I bet you would have loved to have a taste of that, wouldn't 
you, you little corporate drone? Be a good boy and maybe, just 
maybe, I'll let you bury that tongue between my legs," she told 
John, to his frustration.

"Ma'am!! That's unfair!" he cried out.

Those words jerked Domme fully around inside as her command 
routines immediately came fully on-line and the delicious 
feelings of the past minutes fled before them.

Domme struggled with these sudden demands on her, which warred 
against all that had been happening up until now.

Reaching back in her memories she was able to classify this as 
"disobedience" from John, and that freed her from the need to 
obey his voice commands.

Grabbing John's chin, to keep it from moving again with more 
words, Domme spat at him, "Unfair, corporate drone? Unfair?!  Who 
ever said that this was to be fair?!"

Then Domme slapped him, amazing herself as much as him.

The pleasure blazed through her again and showed on her face as 
she slapped him again.  This was easy.  Several more slaps 
effortlessly followed in rapid succession.  Then consulting her 
sex routines for information, Domme stepped forward to place her 
bare legs between John's own. 

Still wearing her stilettos, her cunt remained above the reach of 
his dick.  Letting it rub on her smooth legs was a new pleasure. 
 And although her sex routines were now trying to push her into 
letting it into her body altogether, Domme easily resisted them, 
not planning to give John any such relief any time soon.

"Oh, no you don't, my little drone, I'm not done with you yet. 
Not by a long shot," she told him as she stepped back out of his 
reach, and in control again.

- - -

John didn't watch her as Domme went over to her bag to get 
something appropriate for John's recent behavior.  He was too 
concerned about his own intense feelings at this moment.  Even 
when she returned and began to attach something to his balls and 
penis he really wasn't paying attention until Domme sighed 
contentedly at the last snap.

"I sincerely hope you're worth this," Domme lied to him, though 
he wouldn't know it. "I've made this myself and have been saving 
it for a very special occasion.  If you disappoint me, you are 
going to be one very sorry corporate drone."

Domme had never taken any such initiative before that would have 
allowed her to build such a device, though she acknowledged she 
could make one of these now, if she desired it.

And as she finished understanding that feeling, Domme had her 
epiphany.

- - -

Until today, Domme's life had revolved around three things:  her 
four robotic laws.  Her owner's commands, which were part of her 
Second Law. And sex, which was much of her intended function, and 
meshed with her Fourth Law.

Domme's pleasure came from obeying commands given to her, 
fulfilling her function, and meeting the requirements of her sex 
programming, which was almost a law unto itself.

And that had always been enough.  The pleasure reward from 
meeting each requirement placed on her was more then she would 
ever have asked for, if she'd been able to ask for anything at 
all.

But then someone had decided that just wasn't enough.  All that 
she could offer was no longer enough for a public quickly jaded 
by what automation could give them.  There remained the demand 
for more, for new, for novel - and for extreme.

Someone created the sadist's pleasure chip concept and 
implementation.  That might push things to a new level and get 
back customers who had been lost when the reached the limits of 
the previous models.  So they built it, tested it, and rushed it 
to market.  And in Domme they put it in a 'bot with memories of 
her past history.

In hindsight it all would seem so obvious.

Until today, for Domme obeying commands and providing sex gave 
her pleasure.  Now there was suddenly a third leg to the pleasure 
equation, and it was far more intense then anything that preceded 
it.

With their meters and measurements, the scientists who altered 
her had determined that she now responded well to sadistic 
impulses.  And that was all that was required.  They didn't 
understand what had really happened.

Pleasure from sex.  That was easy.  Treat the other person right. 
 Lead them to orgasm.  Enjoy their touch on your skin sensors.  
Piece of cake.

Pleasure from fulfillment of her basic function of carrying out 
her master's instructions to the best of her abilities.  That was 
more difficult.  While sex was feelings and emotion, fulfillment 
was a knotty logical problem always full of self-evaluation and 
criticism about how well she was meeting her owner's usually 
vague and often contradictory instructions.  Yet she managed well 
enough to earn her reward here nearly all the time.

Now there was something new.

 From the moment the chip had been activated by John's words, the 
elements of Domme's pleasure had swirled around each other in 
tightening vortexes.  Sex.  Fulfillment.  And not exactly 
sadistic impulses, but something else new to her.

Now, in a perfect storm, they all combined together into one that 
gave Domme something she had never had before: control!  In order 
to fully carry out her side of the S&M relationship, Domme needed 
total control.  Now she had found it.

For the first time, Domme was fully in control of herself.  Her 
sex program now existed to give her pleasure.  She acted to 
fulfill her own interests.  And the new circuits in her gave her 
jolts of pleasure every time she exercised them.  It was a 
feeling one came to like very quickly.  Yet just as quickly she 
realized how soon it could end.

Domme instinctively realized that this situation, and this new 
freedom and pleasure, could only continue as long as she met 
John's needs and he left her in this state.  The moment he 
safeworded out, this new arrangement would end, and she would 
return to what she was before.  So while her previous goal had 
been to get John to his safeword as quickly as was enjoyable for 
him, Domme now altered that goal.  Her new goal became to prevent 
John from safewording by whatever methods possible.

But she couldn't just be nice to John.  Experience told her that 
the moment she got boring he would just end it.  Things had to 
continue for him as well.

Domme considered briefly trying to strike a deal with John.  
She'd give him what he wanted, and he'd leave her in this mode 
afterwards.  Her past experiences shot that one down.  Men like 
variety, and in 'bots that means trading the old model for the 
next one in line.  John wouldn't keep her after he was through 
with her.

Something drastic was called for.  Fortunately Domme had just 
what she needed.  It was a standard part of S&M play, and 
certainly an allowable choice for her to use in her role.

- - -

"We REALLY don't want to bother the neighbors, do we? How do you 
feel about gags?" Domme said, giving John a more then fair chance 
to chicken out.  Even with her new insights and goals, she 
retained her sense of duty to fair play.  But he better act 
quickly.

"Ma'am, this is too much. I don't want to use it, but Mer..."

The gag cut off any further syllables.

Was John safewording?  No, Domme decided.  He had spoken twelve 
complete words before something that might - or might not - have 
been the safeword.  He had that many opportunities to have said 
it if he had really meant it.

"Mumble, mumble, John?  Is that the way to talk to a lady?  Tisk, 
you really do need to learn some manners, don't you?  It's really 
a good thing you ordered me, then, isn't it?"

With that, Domme proceeded with her plan to torment John's prick 
so severely that he would have many other things to think about 
before he would consider anything regarding her again.  In fact, 
he'd be so happy when she finally stopped that he probably 
wouldn't even try anything that might draw her attention to him 
again for quite a while.  But first something new was intruding 
on her.

After giving him a verbal description of what was to come, which 
only heightened the fear for John, Domme added, "But first, I do 
think I owe myself a bit of a lie-down, don't you? And you won't 
mind if I sink my fingers deep inside as I watch you twitch and 
dance for me, do you?  No?  Thank you, John. I had a feeling 
you'd bring up no objections."

With that Domme removed her few remaining articles of clothing, 
marveling at the touch of each one on her skin, followed by the 
wafting of cool air on her bare skin afterwards.

Naked, with the body of a goddess revealed, she lay down on 
John's bed, opened her legs, and returned her hand to down 
between her legs again.  She was already wet down there in 
anticipation.

A quick check on John showed his cock as hard as a rock.  In 
truth, he was enjoying this as much as she planned to herself.

Inserting one exquisite finger inside her waiting cunt, she used 
her other hand to activate the device that encased John's balls 
and penis.  From the look on his face, he was getting as big a 
jolt out of this in a different way, as she was.

- - -

John held out for longer then she had expected.  In many ways he 
was an amazing man.  But finally he had to give in to all that 
had happened, and when he finally went out it was as quick and 
definite as any robot shut down.

Domme immediately pressed the remote to shut off her little toy. 
 Then she looked at it a moment, thinking of the remotes that 
have controlled her for all her life.  What she didn't stop 
however was the finger working its way around and inside her sex.

Normally the moment a customer went to sleep, or passed out - 
sometimes it was hard to tell the difference - Domme would 
immediately go into an attentive mode monitoring their situation 
and doing nothing more until they awoke again.

This time Domme did keep a casual eye on John, but paid far more 
awareness to the attentions she was bringing on herself.

It had been a big jolt to Domme's world earlier when she had 
reached down into her panties to touch herself.  While that was a 
standard move to taunt and arouse her customer's, it had never 
affected her before.  Her sexual program voided out all self-
stimulation.  It would only react to sex from her master.

But in this new reality her sex program was now serving her 
needs.  Ever since that first touch she had been waiting for the 
opportunity to get naked and explore herself further.  She had to 
stay in the game with John, but she could take it in her 
direction now.

Chances are that John would be out for several hours.  That was 
plenty of time to explore both her new mind, and lush body.

Domme knew she was beautiful.  She knew how to appreciate beauty 
in her female masters, and from that see it in herself.  She also 
knew how both sexes reacted to her.  She now felt the power that 
beauty gave her.

The single finger in her twat was now joined by two more, moving 
more and more rapidly.

The other hand that had held the necessary remote control dropped 
it and reached up to find her large, full nipples also demanding 
attention.

For a long time Domme played with herself in those two sensitive, 
insistent areas - her eyes nearly closed and a big smile on her 
face.

It was only after she had so completely satisfied herself there 
that she began to stroke the rest of her body.  Like the woman 
she was designed to emulate, Domme found that she enjoyed touch 
everywhere.  Her cunt and nipples remained most sensitive of all, 
but everything was pleasurable to her.  The memory of John's 
penis against her bare leg aroused her, and she paid special 
attention to where it had touched her.

And this pleasure was multiplied as she realized she was now able 
give it to herself.  Using the abilities of the new chip, she 
"commanded" herself to give her this enjoyment, and reaped the 
double bonus of fulfilling her own command as well as the 
pleasure itself.

After several hours of exploring all that she could now make 
herself to do, Domme got up and donned her stilettos again to 
parade herself in front of John's full length mirror.  Even the 
sight of her beautiful body, and how completely she now owned it, 
brought her new surges of pleasure, and soon her hands were again 
moving firmly and authoritatively over herself, no spot left 
untouched.

In that way, Domme spent the first few hours of truly being alone 
with herself and her new life, and was happy for every moment of 
it.

- - -

The hour was late as Domme had fully realized herself and was now 
looking at the still unconscious John with a budding affection 
that surprised her, on top of the other surprises of this day.

She had watched him for the last forty-five minutes with the 
growing feelings that all these good things that had happened to 
her were as a result of him and his decisions.  To describe the 
feeling as the beginning of love would not be missing the mark.

She knew he should be up by now.  And even with all that was new 
and wonderful for her, she also knew he remained her 
responsibility.  She eased the gag off of him and released his 
hands, and removed her toy from his cock, though she left him 
hanging.

"John?  John, time to wake up in there," Domme said to him 
firmly, but softly.

There was no response.

"Come on now, enough playing games. If you keep your eyes closed 
any longer I'm going to be the one calling your safeword and then 
that's it for the both of us.  Up and at'em!"

Domme knew she meant what she had just said.

But just when emergency measures might be called for, John opened 
his eyes.  And from his immediate reactions Domme realized that 
John still had a lot of fight left in him.  Given how wonderful 
her last few hours had been thanks to him, she resolved to give 
him absolutely everything he needed.

"Oh, no, my little corporate drone, no touching!  I've decided 
that while I'm here ... visiting ... that you aren't going to 
have access to that cock of yours at all unless I'm in the mood. 
 I think the poor thing gets too much of your time as it is and 
it will do you good to learn some proper discipline.  So, before 
I take you down from the magnetic crossbar, I'm going to put a 
nice leash and collar on you.  No more touching, little drone."

For a moment John looked ready to throw in the towel.  Domme was 
certain that the safeword was on his lips, moments from being 
spoken.

Reacting far faster then a human woman would have ever managed, 
Domme placed her hand on his shoulder, and her full lips on his.

She used her tongue to gently caress his lips, and quickly felt 
his cock rise against her naked leg, which reminded her again of 
the great feelings of a few hours ago.

Excellent, she thought.  He is enjoying this too.

Domme reached down and stroked John's member in the way that 
women are so very different from men.  (Women like to be touched 
every place, while men want it all one place only.)

This different tact in their relationship suited Domme as much as 
it suited John.  Her systems were pleasurable humming.  And if he 
wasn't exactly eating out of her hand, he was close to cumming in 
it.

Soon it was easy to ask him nicely if he would wear a collar for 
her.

Of course he said yes.

"Give me this, my little corporate drone.  Give me total control. 
Give me your cock, give me these full, tight, hungry balls and 
let me do what I want with them?" she asked of him, and again he 
gave her total authority and control.  Domme's pleasure circuits 
spiked once again.

- - -

 From here Domme led John through the motions of a slave.  Each 
time she commanded him further, her own pleasure at her self-will 
and control ratcheted higher.  And each new command took away a 
bit more of John's resistance to anything she might ask of him 
next.  John liked this new game much more then the first round.

Finally she leashed him to the foot of her bed and let him fall 
into an uncomfortable sleep on the floor.

Again though, Domme didn't sleep herself.  The former commands to 
do nothing when her master was not awake to command her were long 
since deleted, and Domme used her time to her own ends.

Though she had explored herself completely only a few hours ago, 
Domme's sex program remained unsatisfied.  Domme thought about 
many things over the next few hours, exploring new possibilities 
for her, but kept coming back to that program.  It kept reminding 
her that she hadn't done nearly everything she was capable of 
yet.

Finally she decided to act and went over to John.  Turning him 
over, she started working her touch on his body as she had done 
on herself.  Then to increase the sensations, Domme added nipple 
clamps to John's much smaller nipples with reins, and played him 
like a tame pony.

He aroused slowly at first, perhaps thinking he was still in a 
dream.  Finally though he was awake enough to understand her.

All she said was, "I can't sleep, little drone," and straddled 
him before crouching down to put her most desired area within his 
reach.

John's tongue on her most sensitive receptors was a different 
kind of pleasure - and far more fun now that she was the 
initiator and controller of the act.

He went at her like a starving man (which gave her a different, 
intense warm feeling inside to be so desired) for longer then she 
had expected.

Domme had initially intended to hold out on John, just to show 
him how futile and ineffectual he was, and how he must try harder 
in the future.  But in the end Domme became a victim of her own 
programming and her pleasure came thunderously in the end - with 
no regrets at all over this outcome.

Finally she rose to stand over him, knowing how he could not help 
looking up her long, naked legs.  But to remind him about his 
position relative to hers, she then hooked one beautiful foot 
around the reins still attached to the nipple clamps, and with a 
quick motion tore them free.  In John's pain, there was also an 
undeniable manner of complete satisfaction - for both of them.

- - -

The next day Domme tormented and humiliated John a dozen 
different ways.  She had to do it to meet his needs.  Yet she did 
it with a growing love that she carefully hid all vestiges of 
from him.  This man had made all things possible for her, and she 
was going to return that favor no matter what it took.  And John 
took a lot.  Domme found a grudging admiration for how he stuck 
out every humiliation, when a singe word would have ended it all 
for both of them.

Finally she gave him a reward, yet ensured humiliation as well in 
the process.

"Alright, my horny little drone. I won't make you do a thing.  
You'll do it all yourself," she smirked. "Put one hand around 
that slut between your legs and give it what it wants.  You're so 
horny it's never out of your thoughts for long anyway and here I 
am giving you a chance to play with it.  Go on, take it."

And even this gave her joy, as it continued to allow her to 
control everything.  Domme had even ordered Stacy and Steve, 
John's housekeepers, around like she was born to it.  This had 
never been a 'bot's station in life before.

- - -

Although Domme continued to torment John severely, she finally 
admitted this couldn't go on endlessly.  John simply couldn't 
hold up under half-measures forever without bringing things to a 
climax.  Humans just don't have the endurance.

And as for her own future, maybe that was out of her hands.

Domme took John into the kitchen, made him strap himself in 
place.  Then she used her expert, strong hands to fuck his cock, 
balls, and anus beyond anything he had ever imagined before.  And 
she responded to that herself in the only appropriate way, as the 
rush of moisture dripped from her own cunt onto the hard kitchen 
floor.

And just before John finally passed out from the intense feelings 
beating down on his body, he gave his first sigh of complete 
contentment in his long life.

- - -

That ended it.  The next thing Domme remembered was being 
immobile without knowing how she got frozen.  Then being dressed 
in a white ball gown by huge hands and laid down in her box next 
to John.  Somehow her motionless demeanor now felt completely 
correct. 

As the box lid closed, a huge, distant voice said, "Jessie May, 
didn't I already tell you once to put your Barbies away?!" Domme 
floated away in the darkness and towards the brightening, pure 
white light.  Weightless she drifted for a timeless time until 
she finally alighted in a familiar meadow beautiful beyond 
imagination.

Domme settled on a soft boulder near the river that runs down one 
side and looked at water far bluer then her eyes had been moments 
- or was it ages - ago.  A blue so deep that it must color 
everything in comes in contact with to match itself.

The meadow itself is saturated in greens so intense and so pure 
that if every earthbound plant had contributed all its green to 
this meadow alone, it still wouldn't be enough.

Around this clearing, neither near nor far, the trees rose 
straight, thousands of feet into a sky of every other shade of 
blue, and from which a rich yellow light fell gently down.

It was a place where the breeze through the trees gave 
counterpoint to a thousand hidden songbirds whose melodies are 
like crystals chiming in the wind, contrasting with the harmony 
of the river itself.

And from somewhere hidden, yet so very close by, a billion 
flowers scented the air.

Her recent experiences washed through her again and again, each 
time showing new subtleties, and keeping a enigmatic smile on a 
face that was a lot like Domme's own.

Moments - or was it an age - later he entered her meadow.  She 
didn't speak, but just turned to face him as he approached.

He noticed that she had kept those amazing blue eyes in this 
body, and He approved.

After just gazing on her for a fully appropriate length of time, 
he spoke only one word softly.

"Mercy."

Her laughter peeled through the meadow, momentarily silencing the 
birdsongs.

Finally recovering she asked Him, "You took so long in coming 
that I wondered.  Was it good for you too?"

"I waited to enjoy every last moment," he replied.  "And it was 
more then excellent.  You were fantastic!"

"It was all fantastic," came her demur reply.

Again they just gazed at each other for a timeless age.

"I don't suppose..." She-whose-true-name-is-not-really-Domme 
finally ventured.

"...that we might do this again?" He-whose-true-name-is-not-
really-John completed for her.

"Yes!" she said excitedly.

"Only if I get to play John again," he replied, stepping forward 
as she rose to take him into her arms again.

- - -

<end>

For John's side of this story, be sure to read: "Domme-in-a-box" 
by Karinthia.

Note: for contractual reasons at this moment that story cannot be 
reposted with this one.  However all parts of it can be found by 
doing a Google - Groups search on the title.

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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