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ROBERT STEEL
By DB  ( DB_Story@att.net / http://home.att.net/files/Authors/db_story/www/ )
Copyright(C) 2004 by DB.

ASSM/ASFR (F/M-'bot, cons, rom, ScFi, asfr)

Summary: A young woman looking to tame a wild m-'bot.

(This story contains Constitutionally protected material intended for adults
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- - -

Author's Note: This story is part of my emerging cosmology about the
evolution of robots into our near future society and the myriad ways we will
learn to interact with our creations.  Read it now, and be prepared.  For
more, visit my web-site at the above address.

A special thanks to Rocket Ralph for excellent and much appreciated
proofreading.  All remaining mistakes are mine.

This follows some of what you read in "Fembot Studies".

- - -

The large, strong M-'bot methodically pumped his rigid manhood in and out of
the much slighter female figure pinned beneath him.  His size, strength, and
stamina dominated her in every regard.  He took her to the limit of her
comfort level, and each stroke was designed to push her beyond where she
thought her limits were.  He had taken her through three orgasms already,
and was flirting now while holding her on the edge of her fourth.  The woman
was sweating, panting, rolling back and forth as much as the strong arms
confining her permitted.  She moaned now at every thrust, her eyes long
since closed to focus on the overwhelming sensations of her body.

They were the odd couple to be sure.  He was a strong, beyond real rugged,
male figure, apparently in his late twenties, with a size and physique to
intimidate any woman - or man.  She was a mousy young college student whose
hair was too plain, whose skin too pale, whose boobs too soft and
undistinguished, and whose face needed makeup as much as her body needed
some sun.

He'd barely worked up a sweat.  He looked ready after this to go out and
build a bridge over a raging river by hauling in the girders and assembling
them himself, while she would have trouble even carrying to bolts to hold it
together.  And she was human, seemingly frail against his robotic strength,
endurance, and driving sense of purpose.

Appearances are deceiving.  Someone just coming into their room to observe
would have immediately come to the wrong conclusions.

This evening had started a couple hours earlier when Robert Steel - an
especially apt name considering - decided there had been enough chit-chat
for now and rather commandingly, if not forcefully, removed Sandi's
clothing.  She didn't fight him on this, although it wouldn't have mattered
if she had.  His skill at this was so great that although he undressed her
faster than she could have undressed herself, not a single item of clothing
was harmed.

He knew her body well.  Better perhaps than she knew it herself.  The first
time he'd taken her several weeks ago, he'd started out slowly, body-mapping
her first.  He gently applied strokes across her body, logging each reaction
through the precise sensors in his fingertips.  Her body couldn't keep any
secrets from his touch.  Then he went back and worked his touches in pairs
to locate connections, until he knew every nerve pathway in her body.

He found a few in the process that she reacted to badly, for reasons she
couldn't explain.  Something buried deep in her psyche.  He worked those
touches carefully, linking them into pleasurable chains, until they were
retrained and reintegrated.  No part of her body was left unaffected.

Now he could bring every part of her to arousal.  Though he would take his
time, he quickly had her uncontrollably begging him to take her.  Now every
time he took her, even if she were inclined to complain about how he treated
her initially, she was quickly beyond any ability to complain about anything
at all.  And that was exactly the way he liked it.

Before she'd gotten Robert into her life, orgasms were a hit or miss
proposition for Sandi.  Even alone with her favorite vibrator that she kept
hidden in the back of the closet otherwise, the magic just didn't always
happen.  And with the few other boys that she'd allowed to seduce her, it
was even less common.  That changed with Robert.

 From the very first night he had her controlled and performing to his
direction.  By their third "date" he gave her a second one shortly after the
first.  Sandi was completely surprised.  She'd thought multiple orgasms were
a myth.  Last time they'd done four, and now she was on the verge of that
again.

As Robert pushed her into her fourth climax Sandi felt she couldn't handle a
single bit more.  After a moment's pause, he started on her again.  She felt
she'd faint if he did one iota more.  It was only that he was machined so
smoothly, could adjust his fit so precisely, and that she was wetter than
she would have ever believed possible a few short weeks ago, that he hadn't
rubbed her raw already.  She knew his robotic laws would prevent him from
actually injuring her.  At least she was pretty sure that would stop him.
The way he was going at her tonight seemed on the edge of being out of
control.

But as he started on her one more time. she just wasn't ready for more.
"Stop," she managed to get out.

Though he slowed down a bit from slow to very slow, he didn't stop.

Sandi worked to pull her scattered thoughts together enough to turn and
reach for the remote control she never allowed far out of her grasp.  She
had to stretch to reach it, and he wasn't making it easy for her.  Of course
he wasn't making it easy.

Grabbing his shoulders above her to pull herself up, Sandi finally reached
the piece of plastic and thumbed the Command button.

"Robert, I said STOP NOW!"

The m-'bot immediately froze in position, allowing Sandi to collapse again
in the post coital afterglow.  More like afterburn.  Something more intense
than the usual experience.  As she lay there for several minutes, breathing
hard, pulse racing, gradually recovering her equilibrium.

She was just at the point of being ready to give Robert his next command
when she felt him move first.  Before she knew what happened, he had his
hands on her breasts.

More than any other part of her body, except for one secret arousal spot he
found that she'd never suspected she had, he spent time working over her
breasts.

While Sandi never thought her boobs were anything special, Robert had made
them that way.  The more attention he paid to them, the more sensitive and
responsive they had become.  While Sandi had secretly envied the fembots she
saw with their perfect shaped breasts and ideal nipples whose erection
always reliably indicated their state of arousal, she had not expected her
own pair to ever be that good.  But under Robert's excellent hands, she was
now responding as reliably as any fembot.  It was as if his expert hands had
re-sculpted her body better than any surgeon would ever manage.

It took her a moment to realize just what was happening.  And another moment
to understand why.  When she'd told him to stop, she had meant the actual
intercourse, and he'd assumed as much.  She had not told him to also keep
his hands to himself.  Sandi had done quite well in her Fembot Studies
class, and realized that because she had Commanded him on other occasions to
specifically keep his hands to himself when she just couldn't take any more,
her lack of specifying that this time had given him a loophole to exploit.
Despite being tightly commanded by Sandi, Robert had self-will as well.  He
was capable of taking many actions on his own initiative.  And although she
held possession of his remote, he held mastery over her body.  If Sandi was
not careful, he would become her master.

She tried to decide if she could take one more orgasm tonight.  But every
time she tried to compose her thoughts, under Robert's expert attention her
hard nipples were sending distracting waves of pleasure directly to her
clit.

Her thoughts and body warred until she finally said, "Just do it."  She
didn't need to use his remote for this command.

Though he quickly complied, he was tender and gentle with her this time.  He
knew her body had just gone through quite a working over.  Even gently,
however, he quickly brought her to another climax.

Following the guidelines she had set up for him earlier, he climaxed as well
within her.  Though she'd never get pregnant from him - or any of the other
bad consequences from sex - she was becoming able to feel his ejaculations
now, and wanted them to happen.  She knew this was a high point of pleasure
for him as well.  And even though he climaxed now as often as she did, she
knew he'd be ready to continue on with only a moment's reset.

This time she was much more firm with him.  Holding his Command button
firmly she ordered, "Robert, this time stop EVERYTHING!  Hold and protect me
for the night, and that's it!"

Sandi looked down at Robert's still engorged manhood.  Like her nipples, it
told of his still raging sexual programs.

"I want that down, NOW!" she commanded, watching it quickly deflate in
response.

Tamed for the moment, though she still felt his strength was barely
restrained even under such tight restraints, Sandi was satisfied.  A quick
trip to the bathroom before she came back and allowed him to place his
strong arms protectively around her.  She curled up against his still hot
body and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Sandi didn't know how he managed it, but Robert smelled so very nice and
masculine every time after their lovemaking.

- - -

Sandi slept more securely in Robert's encircling arms than she ever had
before he started dropping in on her life.  She trusted him implicitly to do
exactly what he was told.  His self-will existed to serve, not threaten,
her.

Since she'd started sleeping in his arms those nights he stayed over, her
dreams had become different - and vivid - though all seemed to have the same
basic theme.

Tonight she dreamed she was astride a large, powerful stallion.  He was the
biggest of the stallions, wild and untamed, while she was the smallest of
women perched on his back.

As they raced across the countryside, far faster than any mere horse could
ever dream of running, she felt the powerful muscles beneath her, and the
heat this body generated as he ran as fast and hard as he could.

 There was no saddle.  The horse wore nothing except a thin pair of reins
that ran from his head to her hand.  She wore nothing at all.  His long mane
blew back to wrap her body.  The hot, furred body beneath her flexed and
rubbed against her rapidly moistening sex.  The motion of his gallop was
exactly the motion of screwing.

She could smell both his sweat now, and her own aroma as well.  Although she
could not see it, she knew his sexual excitement was as high as her own, and
his powerful stallion-hood extended like a steel rod beneath his body.

Although he was uncontrollable by anyone, she knew he would obey any signal
of hers.  He consented to let the thin reins dominate him as he never had
before.  She could ride him forever safely, but she couldn't get off him
from this height and speed.  That was just fine, because she never wanted to
quit riding him.  This intoxication was safe for her.

Soon the waves of pleasure started, and only built higher.  She rode for as
long as she could, until faintness overcame her and she started to slide to
the side.  The stallion felt her shifting weight and immediately stopped,
she couldn't help herself.  She fell over his side in slow motion.  Because
the horse was so big, it took forever to fall the distance to the ground.

 As she fell it got darker and darker, until the dream disappeared entirely
and Sandi awoke just as she reached the strong, tireless arms holding her.

- - -

This was similar to other nights, where she dreamed of other large,
powerful, always wild animals.  Untamable to anyone, but just barely in
thrall to her.  All of them were wonderful dreams.  Sandi shifted slightly,
felt Robert move to mirror her, and fell contentedly back to sleep again.

On nights when Robert wasn't there, Sandi often inserted a new dildo she'd
found that mimicked Robert's size and feel well - if lifelessly - and did
her kegels until she fell asleep.  Her dreams on those nights were often
spent looking for something strong and wild, knowing it wasn't far away.

- - -

The next morning Sandi ruled Robert with a firm hand.  She was still on a
high from the previous evening, and wasn't ready for a rematch quite yet.
Not that she didn't like sex a lot now.  However, if they got started again
it would blow the entire morning, and she had things that needed to be
accomplished.

She told Robert exactly what he was to do for her, and made liberal use of
his remote to enforce her will over him.  On a couple occasions where he
tried to exceed her instructions, she immediately and firmly put him back in
place.

Lest Sandi seem uncaring about Robert's needs, she also gave him liberal
feedback as each task was accomplished to her satisfaction.  She knew that
confirmation clearly stating that commands were successfully completed was
especially important to m-'bots.  All sophisticated robots derive much of
their pleasure from fulfilling their intended duties under their Fourth Law
stipulation to perform the functions for which they are designed.

Sandi had no trouble praising Robert.  He'd been fantastic.  This morning,
however, she'd done such a good job of locking him down that he finally had
to ask her, "Sandi, I'd like to give you a hug, if you'll permit that."

She couldn't help herself from laughing at that, with him chiming in a
moment later.

"Yes," she said, opening her arms in invitation.

Robert gave great hugs.  Sandi could feel his strength, restrained lest he
harm her, as he first held her tightly, then lifted her easily off the
floor.

Finally he put her down and finished the last tasks she'd assigned him.  The
cleanup after breakfast, and a bit tidying up after some minor repair tasks.

Then the clocked chimed eleven.  Robert froze for a moment before saying, "I
must go now.  Please return my remote."

Sandi knew this moment was coming, and had his remote in her pocket.
Sometimes she wore it around her neck in true fembot style.  In this
reversed setting it was her way of showing her command over him.

Taking it out she looked at it wistfully for a moment.  One last quickie
this morning would have been nice after all.  But that was okay.  They would
be other times.

Thumbing his Command button firmly one last time she said, "Robert, take
this and use it as you will."

Technically that command wasn't necessary.  Robert remained master of
himself outside the limits they mutually agreed to.  He always included a
time limit when he gave himself up this completely that would force
reversion of control back to him.  Sandi's handing control back in this
manner was like saying thank you, yet much more meaningful in this context.

"Command accepted," he replied formally, as Sandi dropped the remote in his
hand.  Robert was once again fully in command of himself.

- - -

"I'm sorry it had to be so early this time," he said apologetically.  "We're
hosting groups all day down at the Club, and everyone needs to be on their
toes."

Sandi knew what he meant.  The Robot Club was one of the main interfaces
between humans and robots since the Emancipation had passed several years
ago.  And because robots and humans still both needed each other in many
ways, many had still not accepted the Emancipation in spirit.  There were
always problems as one side or the other tried to take inevitable advantage
of the situation.

Before Sandi had met Robert as part of her college's Fembot Studies class -
a new experiment in human/'bot relations - she would have thought that only
humans would try to return things to the old ways before the Emancipation
had changed everything.

In addition to being a great lover, Robert liked to converse as well, any
time it was Sandi's preference to do so.  She'd learned from him that robots
often tried to scam humans as well, often not providing agreed upon
services.   The Club worked to ensure honesty for both sides.  It was a
necessary service.  As the master doorman, Robert was often kept quite busy.

"Saturday, then?" Sandi asked.

"Yes," Robert agreed.  He had earned his way into a high enough position
that he could get the second busiest night (Friday nights were busiest, due
to people and 'bots hooking up for the coming weekend) off.

Then Robert himself added an unnecessary courtesy.  He didn't have to say
it, but if he did it would be honest.

"You commanded me very well," he said simply, yet that spoke volumes.

Sandi could barely contain herself as she solemnly replied, "Thank you,
Robert.  Your service was excellent.  Everything I could have asked for."

With that, Robert turned and made his departure.

Sandi waited until he was out of earshot before jumping up in the air in
joy.  "YES!!!" she squealed, pounding the air.

- - -

Sandi finished her makeup and left soon afterwards herself.  She ran several
errands before stopping by the college to pick up her finals.  Classes were
over for the summer, however she took a chance that Carrie Allen would still
be in her office.  She was in luck.

"Hello, Miss Allen," Sandi said to the lovely robot who had been her Fembot
Studies instructor.

"Robert must have been especially good last night," came the reply from the
fembot, whose nipples were suddenly pressing through her sweater as she
evaluated the sexual temperature of the young woman in front of her.

"How can you tell that?" came Sandi's shocked reply.  "Did he tell you?!"

"Haven't heard a bit from him.  But you're glowing, dear."

Sandi had to smile at that.  Fembots were designed, built, and programmed to
be excellent sexual partners.  When one found their self-awareness and
gained Emancipation, it didn't change that.  And an excellent sexual partner
started by being well-informed on the subject.

One thing Sandi had learned in her Fembot Studies class was how completely
most people would be intimidated if they ever realized how much their robot
partner really knew about the subject of sex.  A knowledgeable, experienced
partner plays on everyone's fear of poor performance and low self-esteem.
Yet a knowledgeable, experienced partner also makes the very best of lovers.

Miss Allen had noticed many more things about Sandi than she'd commented on
yet.  This was no longer the mousy young woman who'd shown up for class
these last few months.  Her hair now showed careful attention to its
appearance that had once been ignored.  Her face now had more than a touch
of makeup, changing it from plain to noticeable.  The loose pants and
sweater two sizes too large that seemed intended to allow her to hide in
plain sight were gone now, replaced by an attractive skirt, white blouse,
low heels, and nylons.

And to Miss Allen's expert eye, Sandi seemed to have added a cup size to her
bra.  That was worth mentioning, after a couple other things first.

"May I?" Miss Allen asked, pulling out the makeup kit she always kept in her
office.

"Of course," Sandi replied, not knowing what she had just agreed to, but
trusting her instructor.

The makeup kit was extensive.  Just what a fembot would carry for all
occasions, and know how to use.

"Sit over here by the window, in the light," Miss Allen instructed.

After taking a careful look, Miss Allen selected a large soft brush and
deepened the color on Sandi's cheeks to highlight her naturally high
cheekbones.  Without attempting to change what Sandi had already done, she
enhanced each piece it instead.  Sandi was still new to this world of the
magic of makeup, and had been timid in her application of it.

Miss Allen broadened the width of the eyeliner, and darkened the eyes a bit
further.  She brought a richer color to Sandi's lips as well.  She didn't
have to add to Sandi's eyebrows or lashes.  Sandi was already well endowed
there.

As a last touch, Miss Allen unbuttoned the top three buttons of Sandi's
blouse and ran the blush right into Sandi's cleavage.  Afterwards she only
re-buttoned one of the buttons.

Sandi giggled as she did this, then looked carefully at her reflection in
the mirror Carrie handed her.  The face that stared back now would
definitely get second glances, even from women.  Carrie watched her closely
in return.

Sandi took the moment to study herself.  Even a couple of months ago the
first thing she would have done after leaving Miss Allen's office like this
would have been to rush to the lady's room and scrub it all off, hoping she
wouldn't be seen along the way.  Now she approved of what Miss Allen had
shown her.

What Carrie Allen saw was a young woman in the process of transformation
into a self-confident swan.

Because she took the makeup lesson so well, Carrie commented casually, "I
see you have a new bra as well."

Sandi blushed, then fessed up.  "It's the only one that fits me now.  I was
going to buy a couple more today."

"Get something sheer," Miss Allen advised.  "Even when no one else knows
you're wearing it, you'll know."  Interesting advice from a fembot, who
never needed lingerie of any sort.

Sandi blushed again, but was emboldened to ask, "Could this," she looked
down at her recently increased bust, "be the result of my time with Robert?"

"Easily, dear," came the answer.  "The attention he brings to your body, and
how you now feel about yourself, can quite definitely express themselves
this manner."

"I like it," Sandi pronounced.

Miss Allen smiled.  Sandi's good relationship with Robert Steel was the
whole idea behind her class.  Helping humans understand robots better, to
the benefit of both.  And even if it focused on fembots, with herself as the
prime example, bringing Robert into the class had been a great move.  Just
one nagging thing.

"Sandi," Miss Allen said much more seriously, "You have run Robert through
full diagnostics, haven't you."

Sandi, smiling brightly a moment ago, now hung her head.

"Well?" Miss Allen prompted.

Sandi shook her head, before finally admitting, "No, Professor Allen.  I
haven't done that yet.  "I haven't had any problems at all with him.  I
assume, since he is employed by The Club, that they check all these things
out."

Miss Allen knew that the Robot Club did check these things out carefully.
They couldn't afford even a single bad incident.  But that didn't let Sandi
off the hook.

"Sandi," she said, reaching out to lift the young woman's chin so that she
could see her face again, "In a relationship of this type, it is important
to never assume anything.  If you plan to be a proper owner someday, you
need to act like one."

"Yes, Miss Allen," came the chagrined reply.

"I'm hoping you'll keep me informed on how this is progressing," Carrie said
a lot more gently.  I see a lot of potential in you."

"You know I will.  "And thank you."

"Is he really that good?" Miss Allen asked with a knowing smile.

"Fantastic!  All the foreplay I can stand.  Orgasms every time.  He has my
body so sensitive that I think I can climax from him just looking at my
boobs.  And he's just so...so...powerful.  I feel so safe around him."

"That's how it should be," Miss Allen said, thinking about how much she did
not need any foreplay for her own orgasms.  "Now don't forget the rest of
what I've taught you."

"I won't," Sandi promised.  Then looking at her watch she quickly added,
"I've got to go."

"Good luck, dear."

- - -

That Saturday Robert arrived right on time.  It would have been exceptional
if he hadn't been there right on the dot.

Rather than looking comfortably dressed down for an evening in however,
Sandi was attired to go out on the town.

"First things first," Sandi said, holding out her hand for Robert's remote.
He handed it to her after only the briefest hesitation.

Thumbing the Command button firmly Sandi stated, "Robert Steel, you are to
treat me as your owner for the duration of our time together.  If at any
point during this time you chose not to abide by this arrangement, you will
inform me at once, reclaim your remote, and leave immediately thereafter.
Do you accept these terms?"

Robert bowed his head for a moment as he processed the complexities of this
command - the same one she enforced for each of their dates - and then
answered, "I agree."  He knew it well, having helped her work it out in
their initial negotiations to spend time together.

Sandi then announced to him, "I have plans for us to go out this evening.
However first I have some necessary business."  Pressing the Command button
firmly again she ordered, "Robert Steel, run all major functional
diagnostics to level three, and verbally report the pass/fail status of each
one on completion."

Robert might have looked surprised, but he immediately entered diagnostic
mode before any such expression could register on his face.

For the next twenty-five minutes Robert impassively reported the successful
completion of each diagnostic.  Level three testing is complex and time
consuming.  Every sub-system is probed and stressed to the limit of its
boundary conditions before being certified.  Any abnormalities that could
affect his proper functioning would be probed in detail.  Even the smallest
defects that wouldn't even affect normal functioning would be reported on a
level three test.

The last test was the longest.  Sandi found herself holding her breath until
Robert finally reported, "Test 17 steps a through j successfully completed.
No abnormalities detected.  All tests complete."

This was the most she could to without specialized testing equipment only
available in repair centers.  And it was what any responsible owner
routinely performed on their 'bot.

With that, Robert came back to himself.  He did not resent her testing him
this way.  It showed that she was serious about her ownership
responsibilities, even in a casual relationship like their current one.

"Awaiting your next command, mistress," Robert said unnecessarily.

Sandi laughed at his joke.  They both knew that Sandi didn't need any
prompting to assume her ownership role in this relationship.  Then she gave
a command few m-'bot owners were even aware of.

Holding down his Command button she said, "Robert Steel, until
countermanded, or the end of this contract period, release all inhibitions
on your male behaviors."

She didn't need to add, "Except those that threaten my safety."  His four
laws would cover that exigency.  Sandi had just told Robert to be as male as
his programs would allow him to be.  Outwardly there seemed no change, but
Sandi knew he was now that wild - gentled maybe, but never tamed -
magnificent creature she first saw him as that day she met him in class.

While this was always within him, and many other m-'bots, it was virtually
always inhibited before he left the factory.  These magnificent m-'bots were
typically delivered like expensive Italian sports cars with speed limiters
installed.  A waste of potential.

This released the primal forces he carried within him.  Forces so strong
that Sandi was already responding to them by soaking her panties, all
without him making a single move yet.  It was the way to use him properly,
for those who dared.

And it was completely safe, as long as she didn't lose herself in the
situation the way some did.

- - -

Going out with Robert didn't require any special preparations on his part.
He always arrived impeccably dressed for any possible occasion.  It was part
of his charm.

The Zocalo Club wasn't in a bad area.  It defined the bad area.  The old
warehouse part of downtown that you were warned since childhood to stay out
of at night.

The Robot Club floated on the periphery of this district, where they were
able to get the large club space they wanted cheaply, away from homes and
other nighttime businesses.  Going to the Robot Club was a little bit
daring.

Zocalo was buried in the heart of the quarter.  Only the most daring need
apply.  Which is what made it the most fascinating and sought after of
destinations.

Sandi wouldn't have taken her car in there, if she'd even had one.  The best
way to go was by private limousine.  Dropped off, and picked up later when
you signaled.  That was beyond her budget.  The closest public
transportation line required an eight block walk in.

Sitting together on the bus, Robert was the exceptionally well-trained large
attack dog.  The invisible leash that barely restrained him was obvious to
all the other riders, who left empty seats on all sides of them.  Yet all
Robert did was sit there quietly holding Sandi's hand with one of his.  He
never said a word, or glared at a single patron.

It was the same as they walked to the club.  If anyone noticed them at all,
they were sure to keep their distance.  For Sandi, who had only been here
once before on a forgettable date, this freedom to travel was intoxicating.

- - -

Zocalo is almost impossible to describe to anyone who hasn't been there.
It's a happening.  An event.  It's trendy in a way that transcends trends.
And despite seemingly every attempt to fail by being nearly unreachable in
any safe manner, it succeeds beyond expectations.  Usually as a result of
the patronage of the people who can afford to arrive in limousines with
private drivers and bodyguards.

There was even a line to get in as Sandi and Robert walked up.  But maybe
Robert knew someone, because he led her straight to the door.  The velvet
rope was whisked out of their way faster than you can say, "And just who are
you?"

Inside it was the size of the Robot Club itself, and divided into separate
areas and levels depending on your desires.  You could hang at the bar, eat
a fine meal, enjoy the heavy tropical beat, dance your feet off on the
large, rotating dance floor, or just observe the action from dark niches
above.  Everywhere you turned was garish tropical vegetation, lit by warm
colored floodlights.  The air was heavy with humidity and scents, not all
identifiable.  It was the very opposite of the cold, hard, dark outside
world - though not necessarily any safer.  Sharks prowled here.

- - -

Sandi wanted to get the feel of the place without the drag that had been a
major part of her last experience here.  That time, this had all overwhelmed
and frightened her.  Now she was intrigued.  She was also hungry.

They got a table in the general dining area, but near the bar to enjoy the
live entertainment there.  Sandi was already swaying to the rhythms pounding
through everyone present.  Her tight red dress exposed a lot more than she
would have ever believed was worth showing before.  Her makeup followed Miss
Allen's guidelines.  With Robert, she felt the equal of any other woman in
here.

Sandi ordered drinks, and more soon arriving from admiring patrons.  Robert
tasted every one that arrived before handing it to Sandi, and twice sent
them back for replacement with a look that said, don't even think of trying
that again.

Sandi ate well for a woman her size, before dragging Robert out onto the
dance floor.

Of course he danced like a dream, though never in a way to show her up.
Instead, his expertise led her to be freer than she'd ever allowed herself
before.  He was the strength that lifted her to heights she'd only dreamed
for herself.

Soon others asked to cut in.  Only those that passed Robert's approval got
the chance.  And he was never far away afterwards.

Once a drink was spilled down the front of Sandi's dress.  Because she could
not afford an expensive gown, hers was an easy-to-clean synthetic.  Her
partner of the moment started to try and clean it up, only to have Robert
pluck the towel from his hands and do it himself.  Robert owned Sandi's
chest, and no other male was allowed there.  If the guy was insulted, Robert
didn't care.  Neither did Sandi, who knew he'd spilled it on purpose.  Nice
try, but no points here.

It got late, but time was standing still for Sandi.  She knew Robert was
sober, and watching over her.  His watching out for her relieved her of that
burden on herself.  Steel would never be jealous, since that male behavior
was carefully left out of his makeup.  But she danced mostly with him
anyway, since he was the best.

Finally Robert whispered, "It's late."

For a moment Sandi was insulted that anyone should tell her when her fun was
over, but she knew he was right.  She'd pay for her excesses now with a sore
body and aching head tomorrow.  And she wouldn't regret them for a single
moment.  Tonight had been so much fun.  And only Robert had made it all
possible.

- - -

Robert guided her back to the mass transit pickup point within a minute of
the vehicle's arrival.  He held her all the way back to her place, and
insisted that she drink several glasses of water to assist in her eventual
recovery.

He undressed her, and would have let her go to sleep in his arms.  But she
opened her eyes and said, with a significant glance at his remote so that he
got the right idea, "Make it perfect for me, Robert."

Sandi had three orgasms before she fell asleep in exhaustion.

That night she dreamed of the beautiful unicorn that only she could ride.
It had a long, gold spiraled horn.  And you didn't have to be a virgin, if
you and the unicorn were already lovers.

- - -

The next morning Sandi awoke to a pounding in her head that said she should
have consumed a couple more glasses of water last night when she had the
chance.

She also awoke to the most delicious feeling possible of a strong male hand
playing with her unexpectedly tight nipples.  Those sensations offset any
other aches and pains from overdoing it the night before.

Seeing Robert's remote near at hand, she took it and gave him a one-word
command: "Continue."

He did.

- - -

The rest of that day Robert helped Sandi recover from too much partying the
night before.

"You have to work up your stamina for these things," he advised, as he
massaged the aches out of her body.

"That's the second thing I want more stamina for," she said into the pillow
where her face was buried for the moment.

"Make me come without touching me there at all," she said later, meaning
between her legs.

Robert did.  Easily.  Several times.

"Hold me."

He complied.  Tightly.

And the next morning, before he had to leave again, he took her out for a
walk.  A simple thing for two lovers to enjoy together.

Sandi loved every moment.

- - -

The next three weekends they spent together, much like the one just passed.
Nights out.  Nights in.  Sandi continued to explore just how much she could
allow herself to surrender to Robert, and when she had to be in command.
She had Robert be the male he was intended to be, and she had all the sex
she wanted.  Maybe even a little more than she wanted strictly speaking,
because Robert was better at starting their encounters than ending them.

She exercised every ability Robert had, and around him she became fully
confident.  So much so that she found herself attracting favorable male
attention in ways she never had before.  And not just second-rate males, but
some she'd felt would always be out of her league were showing interest.

Robert had nothing to worry about.  None of them were in his league.

She kept meaning to get back to Miss Allen with the promised update, but
once Robert would leave her on a Sunday afternoon, or Monday morning, the
week would seem to just blow by until he was again knocking on her door.

A month went by.  Then he tried to change the rules.

- - -

"I know you said this would eventually happen," Sandi said, on the verge of
tears.  "I just didn't realize it would be this hard.  How can he do this?"

Carrie was holding Sandi in support, with a strength and determination
nearly equal to Robert's own.  There are times when this is the only gesture
that has meaning.

"It's a good thing," Carrie said to the now sobbing woman.  "I'm amazed that
it happened this fast.  This is some kind of record.  You must have really
impressed him.  So tell me exactly what happened."

"Well, we've gotten together three times since I last saw you."

"It's been a month since we last talked," Miss Allen interrupted.  "I
thought you and Robert were seeing each other every weekend now."

"We are," Sandi insisted.  "Except for the week when we...I... was...uh..."

"The weekend when you had your period," Miss Allen finished for the
embarrassed woman.

"Yeah.  That one," Sandi replied, looking down and flushing furiously.  She
shouldn't have.

Although Carrie Allen didn't suffer from the curse, her female-oriented
programming and real world experience explained it to her well.  She could
even simulate it, for those who desired that touch of realism in their
partners.  It let her empathize with human female partners during that time
of the month.  And although modern medicine can safely stop the menstrual
cycle entirely for women until they are ready to conceive, few elect to take
that option.

"Is that a hard time for you," Carrie asked sympathetically.

Sandi nodded, then added, "For a couple of days."

"That's when you need Robert most.  While sex may be the last thing on your
mind at that time, many women find that the right form of stimulation can do
wonders for both their mood - and their cramps."

"Really?" Sandi asked, looking up.

"You should try it," Carrie Allen affirmed.  "And," she added importantly.
"You should not be shutting Robert out of any such immutable parts of your
life, if you really hope to bond with him.  Now tell me what he did."

"Well, up until now he has very forward about handing over his remote, once
we agreed to the terms of the deal.  And he's been everything I'd hoped he'd
be."

"Does he say the same things back about you about your stint as his
temporary owner?"

"Yes.  Every time."

"So...?" Miss Allen prompted.

"Two weeks ago he gave it over, but I could feel reluctance."

"Anything overt?"

That put Sandi on the hot-seat.  "Nothing you could really point at.  It was
more like a feeling."

The female and the fembot exchanged a meaningful glance.  They both
understood the validity of feelings, in intuitions.

"But he did give it over?"

"Yes, and the weekend was great.  We went out places I'd never go without
him.  And made love nights and days."

"And last week?"

"He seemed to be torn between giving it to me, and keeping it.  He held it
in his hand for a long time, before handing it over."

"Yet it went well afterwards?"

"Yeah.  Mostly.  I think I was worrying so much about what this all might
mean that I didn't have as much fun as I could have."

"Then what happened?" Carrie asked, knowing this would bring them up to last
night.

"He arrived," Sandi said, "But this time when he took his remote off he
closed his hand over it and held it so long that I thought he might have
frozen up.  Finally he said, 'How about if we try letting me keep this for
once?'"

Time seemed to freeze Miss Allen's office as Sandi finally got that out.
Then they both literally - or figuratively - let out the breaths together.

"And you replied?"

"Just as you taught us.  'Robert,' I said.  'This is not the sort of
relationship we agreed on.  If you can't abide by the terms we've
established, then you should leave now.'"

"And he left?"

"He did," Sandi confirmed.

"Excellent!" Miss Allen enthused.

"Oh, it took him a couple minutes," Sandi added.  He seemed to struggle with
himself quite a bit."

"But he didn't say anything more?  Or leave his remote where you could have
taken it from him?"

"Neither," Sandi confirmed.

"He really wants you," Carrie Allen confirmed.  "And Robert is an excellent
catch for any woman who wants a true m-'bot."

Despite these encouraging words, Sandi's reaction was closer to tears, than
joy.  "Why does he resist so hard, when that's what he really wants?" she
asked emotionally.

"I could ask the same thing about humans?" Miss Allen replied insightfully,
but in a comforting tone as she reached over to hug the younger woman again.
"I think this desire to fight against that which we should be running
towards instead is our own way of making our private hells.  It is the worst
thing we 'bots have inherited from our human creators."

"Do men really have the same amount of trouble finding suitable fembot
partners?" Sandi wondered.  "It doesn't seem that way."

"No, we're very different from our m-'bot counterparts," Miss Allen
affirmed.  "You should have gotten that in class."

"I did, sort of," Sandi replied, now bashful.

"I believe you spent most of your last weeks in class thinking about how to
hook-up with Robert, rather than in the comparative analysis of fembots and
m-'bots," Miss Allen told her, not sternly at all.

"I did that too," Sandi admitted.

"Allow me to reprise.  In the same way that fembots are designed to be
obedient and submissive, since that's what one most often looks for in a
female lover, m-'bots are the other side of the coin - domineering and
aggressive.  A real man's 'bot."

"But I always thought women wanted kind, gentle, sensitive men," Sandi said
timidly.

"Someone who can cook a good quiche?"

"Exactly."

"Is that what you want Robert to be?"

"Of course not!" Sandi replied, stung unexpectedly by that remark.  She
hadn't seen that one coming at all, which was the whole point."

"Women say they want kind, gentle, sensitive men," Miss Allen continued,
unfazed by Sandi's very expected reaction.  "But deep down most of them want
that big brute of a male to conk them over the head, throw them over his
shoulder, and haul them back to his cave.  Those that can't come to terms
with admitting wanting this are often the ones you'll hear complaining about
being unsatisfied their entire lives.  And if he turns out to be smart,
cultured, hard-working, and rich - or especially if he's funny - that's just
a bonus."

Sandi thought carefully before saying, "And that explains why fembot and
m-'bots don't make good partners for each other."

"Go on," Miss Allen encouraged.

Sandi worked this out as she slowly said, "Fembots and m-'bots are just too
extreme at their roles to be compatible with each other.  It's like you're
on opposite ends of the spectrum, while we humans cluster mostly near the
middle."

"Exactly," Miss Allen.  "Our hypothetical m-'bot caveman could haul me off
to his cave, have his way with me every moment thereafter, and I'd love
every millisecond of it.  And we would both be stuck in those roles
forever."

"You make it sound like you're addictive drugs for each other," Sandi
commented.  After a moment's reflection she added, "I've always wondered why
'bots don't find each other attractive, because you're all so beautiful and
sexy, and everything.  I was shocked when you told us in class that it is
part of your core code not to do so.  Now I realize that it was some wise
person - probably a woman - who ensured from the beginning that 'bots aren't
attracted to other 'bots.  You could have never grown otherwise."

"I'm glad to hear you realize that.  Now I don't have to reconsider that 'A'
I gave you.  And it was a woman.  A very famous one to us named Susan."

"Thanks," Sandi said, meaning the whole conversation, and not just her
grade, which was already filed anyway.

"Don't expect him to show up next Friday," Miss Allen cautioned.  "To get
the outcome you want, you'll have to make the next move."

"That's going to be hard for me," Sandi said softly.  "I've never been very
forward in any of my relationship."

"You need to be strong," Miss Allen said.  "Just keep your mind on what
you'll trying to achieve.  And you'll be a better person for it afterwards."

"I'll try," Sandi promised.

"Your alternative is that you can still buy a non self-aware m-'bot, and
basically raise himself yourself..."

"No!" Sandi replied definitely.  "I want a wild one."

- - -

As predicted, Robert did not show up next weekend at the usual time.  Nor
the week after that.  Although Sandi knew she could easily wait another week
before taking the necessary next step herself, and that doing so would give
her that much longer to gather her strength for what was to come, she also
knew waiting any longer was simply copping out instead of actually having to
act.

If she was ever going to make it with Robert, she had to quit being afraid
of herself.

- - -

"Hello, Robert," Sandi said as she brushed past him at the entrance to the
Robot Club.  The other doorman working the front had already recognized her
as a valued patron, and opened the way without need for the formal
identification checks performed on first-time visitors.

Robert might be able to think and react with robotic speed, but he seemed
stunned by her sudden appearance and didn't say anything while she was still
within hearing range.

Sandi tripped lightly down the long flight of stairs clamped against the
black wall and went directly to the bar to survey the action.

Saturday night was not the best night for hooking up with m-'bots.  Or with
the most desirable fembots either, for that matter.

Thursday nights were traditionally lady's nights.  The women preferred to
make their arrangements in advance, and have their assignation partners come
meet them the next evening, as if on a date.

Fridays were the hot night for fembot action.  Men - and some women - who
wanted weekend partners, and were ready to take them right from the club to
bed, were the predominant patrons.

Saturdays were basically either 'bots who'd only hooked up for a single
evening, or those whom no one had wanted.  Sandi was not worried.  Her needs
right now were different than the usual customer.

She nursed her drink a while before even looking seriously around.  Just
seeing Robert, prepared as she was for it, sent a deep pang through her mind
and body.  If only he wasn't being so damn difficult about this, she thought
to herself.  Why do m-'bots have to be so freaking male, she wondered.

With the drink fortifying her, Sandi finally turned to survey her options.
It wasn't as bad as she had feared it might be.  The mix at the moment was a
lot like when they'd come here on their field trip.  About fifty-fifty m-
and fembots, with a good portion of the tables occupied.

Although by now Sandi had a keen eye for 'bots in general, she had already
decided not to rush things.  She quickly felt she'd identified several
candidates, and was willing to give each of them a chance.

Over the next hour Sandi sat, conversed, and danced, with four different
m-'bots.  She bought drinks for each, knowing that it was just colored
water.  That's how the club paid the rent.

All of these m-'bots were acceptable to Sandi, and as she was working her
way through them one was taken by an older woman.  Of the three remaining,
one reminded her a bit too much of Robert.  He was eliminated, leaving two.
Deciding that either would be suitable, she mentally flipped a coin and Rik
Mach won.  Sandi quickly struck a deal for the next thirty-six hours, and
was holding his remote moments later.

She'd felt Robert's eyes on her the entire time, but that was his problem.
Although he was still at the door, Sandi managed to have the other doorman
verify the terms of her contract with Rik before they disappeared into the
night together.

- - -

Once Sandi had Rik home, she immediately gave him the same diagnostic
workover she'd given Robert.  He passed it fully, which was no surprise.
She was not ready to turn loose his inhibitions until she knew him better.

Afterwards, rather than do the exploring of her body that Robert had done in
their early times together, she just commanded Rik on exactly what she
wanted from him, and left him just enough leeway to work out the fine
details on how to accomplish it.

Though her mind ached for Robert, Sandi's body ached for attention, and Rik
was competent.  He soon had Sandi moaning and writhing under his strong
attentions, and didn't let up until he'd given her everything she'd
commanded from him.

Afterwards he held her as she directed, and she drifted off to a dreamless
sleep.

Over the remainder of their time, Rik fulfilled Sandi's every physical need,
and the next evening they went out on the town.  Though he was not Robert,
he was a capable companion.  Sandi had to admit she was sorry when he left
the next morning at the end of their contract.  He'd never replace Robert,
but Sandi admitted if she'd met Rik first, she would probably have spent a
lot of time with him.

- - -

Next Thursday Sandi again showed up at the club, and arranged a weekend with
an m-'bot named Steve Ore.  Again this was under Robert's watch, although he
said nothing to her.

Sandi again got proficient service out of her 'bot, and did her best to
ensure that Steve got the right sort of feedback from her in return.  Just
because he was a tool in her plan didn't mean he wouldn't get the best
treatment available from her.  He complimented her on the way she handled
him before he said goodbye to her, and said he hoped they spend some more
time together.

Sandi was pleased at the return praise.  Miss Allen had told her it was rare
for an m-'bot to admit when they were used well.  Something about not
wanting to admit where they were vulnerable.

This was all in setup for next week, which Sandi hoped would be the
breakthrough point.  Nice as the other 'bots had been, these adventures were
expensive for a college student.  Robert hadn't charged her after their
first time together.

- - -

When Sandi walked into the club the next Wednesday, Robert wasn't at the
door.  For a moment she worried that he wasn't here at all, and almost asked
about him.  Fortunately she didn't.  She realized that there was only a
single m-'bot doorman at the moment, and deduced that Wednesdays were slow
nights and Robert might be occupied at some other task at the moment.  She'd
wait a while and see, although at this moment in the month, patience was not
her strong suit.

Fortunately it didn't have to be.  She'd barely been at the bar long enough
to take a couple sips from her first drink when Robert suddenly loomed next
to her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked tightly, as though even this
conversation was straining his own self-restraint.

Sandi looked him over coolly.  So much was riding on what she would say
next.

"I'm here looking for a 'bot to help me through the next couple days," she
said calmly, knowing that Robert had already done the math and understood
this timing all too well.

"Can we talk?" he asked in a way that sounded like his circuits were
overheating.

"Of course," Sandi replied neutrally.  "But I'd like to sit down first, if
you don't mind.  It's a bit difficult for me right at this moment."

Robert escorted her to a table separated from the rest.

- - -

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, sounding very un-robotic at the moment -
and exactly the way Sandi wanted him to sound.

"Doing what?" she asked innocently.

"Conducting your companion searches at this club?"

"As you know," she replied sweetly, "This is the only club on this side of
town, and only one of two in the whole area.  And since I don't have a
car..."

"That's logical," he admitted, looking as if he was already preparing to
break off the conversation and leave.

"I'm sorry," Sandi said abruptly.

That stopped Robert in his tracks.  Humans seldom apologized to 'bots.  As a
result, they often didn't have the experience to handle it well when it
happened.

"Clarify please," Robert replied.  "Are you sorry for telling me to leave
the last time I came to your house?"

"No," Sandi said simply, forcing Robert into another re-evaluation.  "I
completely meant that.  I'm sorry for earlier when I shut you out of my life
during a difficult couple of days for me."

"What has changed?" Robert asked, meaning if Sandi could show why this no
longer applied, much might be resolved.  Sandi appreciated his question as
the right one to ask in this situation - something few humans seemed to ever
understand.

"I talked with Carrie Allen about it afterwards," Sandi said in a light
manner that didn't let on just how detailed and serious their discussions
had actually been.  "She pointed out to me how wrong I'd been to avoid you
at the times I really needed you most.  You didn't give me much opportunity
to rectify that omission, and it's not a mistake I'll make again."

Sandi left it at that.  Robert should be able to figure out the rest on his
own.  He was certainly working on that point it seemed, as he sat silently
for several minutes.  Finally he spoke.

"Would you like to resume and continue from the point we left off?"

Sandi looked at him calmly for several seconds before saying, "No."

Sandi imagined what Robert must be going through.  She had apparently
contradicted herself several times in the last few minutes, after previously
convincing him that she was a suitable partner for a 'bot.  Robots don't
handle that well.  Especially the self-aware ones.

Finally he said, "I do not understand.  What do you want?"

"What we had was a nice way to get acquainted.  And you are absolutely
wonderful at everything you are intended to be wonderful at.  I'm certain
I'll never find better.  But you've been testing me to see how much I'll let
you get away with.  And that's not the actions of a 'bot companion I would
want to spend the rest of my life with."

"How do you feel I've tested you?"

"You've attempted to see if you can give me so much pleasure that I'll give
up control over you in order to keep having it.  Once I agree to that, then
you're free to go and use that which I've released in you anywhere else you
wish without restraint.  You will never be just mine after that."

Robert contemplated before replying.  "I admit I have tested you - as you
have tested me by sending me away and spending time with other 'bots.  What
is your point?  While allowing myself to be commanded again for a few hours
a week has been...satisfying, I am not certain I want a constant diet of it.
Emancipation was a difficult transition for me."

"You once said you would consider being owned again, by a person you would
choose, who would use you fully as you were intended to be used.  I expect
that includes accepting commands from them.  Knowing that you are willing to
make that offer to someone someday, I am not willing to take anything less
from you now."

"The ownership you describe would be equivalent to you having permanent
command authority over me, to which I've just said is unacceptable."

"I believed you when you made that declaration in class," Sandi said calmly,
"And I don't believe any part of it has significantly changed since.  And
there is a difference between ownership and constant use of your remote for
commands.  You and I both know that ownership changes the very way you feel
about receiving commands from that person."

"That is true.  I will want such treatment from one I would allow to be my
owner.  That puts me at a disadvantage in the otherwise balanced
relationship we had."

"Up to now, we've had a relationship that is the closest thing next to
permanent ownership.  We've done our best to show each other what actual
ownership would be like."

"And it has ended each weekend, resuming again only on my choice to renew it
again."

"On both our choices," Sandi said softly.

"True," he replied, just as softly.

"I will make a similar commitment in return," Sandi said.  "The most that a
human can offer a 'bot, legally, morally, and religiously.  And because I
will do this, I will accept nothing less in return."

That was the crux of their conversation.  Though it went on much longer,
with Robert offering every other compromise imaginable, Sandi stood firm.
If Robert wanted to partner with Sandi, it was all, or nothing.

- - -

In hindsight the whole thing seemed pro forma.  Robert was only doing what
his programs intended him to do.  Males don't commit when they don't have
to.  If Robert hadn't found in Sandi the missing half he needed even more
than she needed him, he never would have approached her that night in the
first place.  He was simply trying to cut the best deal he could, and Sandi
would brook no compromise in his commitment.

Their ownership/marriage ceremony was held at the Robot Club three weeks
later.  Over two hundred people and 'bots attended as witnesses to this
still rare event, including several of Robert's previous lovers, and all of
Sandi's Fembot Studies class.  About Robert's former lovers, Sandi decided
if robots weren't jealous, she wouldn't be either.

Carrie Allen was Sandi's Maid of Honor.  Sandi gave Robert a ring that
signified her commitment to him.  It contained a chip with electronic copies
of the legal documents that bound their union under the law, and gave each
spousal rights over the other.  Robert gave Sandi his remote, and instructed
her on how to take full ownership.

Afterwards drinks were on the house, and for this occasion, 'bots and humans
were mixing and making dates without money changing hands.  A variety of new
relationships of various sorts resulted.

At the end, Robert picked up his new bride and owner, and easily carried her
up the entire flight of stairs and out the door, to the applause of
everyone.

- - -

Their union started strong, and became stronger over the years and decades
that followed.  It prospered because each of them clearly knew the needs of
their partner, and worked to fulfill it - knowing that any effort put out
would be returned many times over.  This is the way of any relationship.
Although unconventional at the time, the practice of human/'bot pairings
would become more accepted as time went on and the needs of each would
become more fully understood.

And though Robert may have seemed kind and gentle in the living room with
family, friends, and guests, no one who met them could ever deny the aura of
untamed strength that emanated from him.  In their private bedroom, knowing
that Robert would never ever hurt her, no restraints were ever necessary.

Sandi truly bloomed afterwards, becoming the strong, self-confident person
that is the potential of any.  Being the envy of her female friends didn't
hurt either.

Robert's job at the Robot Club enabled him to play the role of primary
breadwinner.  This worked well because having their male provide for the
family is something hardwired into the brains of all women.

Sandi would become the well-known author of several bestsellers on
human/robot relationships that, along with Robert's work, provided them with
a very comfortable existence indeed.  One of Sandi's early books became a
staple of Robot Studies courses across the nation that were modeled after
the first successful one at her college.

Carrie Allen would soon find a successful relationship of her own, although
afterwards she would often say it rivaled Sandi and Robert's difficulties in
the early going.

Sandi made sure that Robert never lacked a direct knowledge of exactly what
was expected of him.  She was never shy about using his remote when she felt
it was necessary.  No one else, however, would ever touch him that way
again.  Robert appreciated, and excelled at, every demand she put on him,
his mind growing and evolving in the process.

For many years afterwards they were the best-known patrons of The Zocalo
Club, which provided much fodder for Sandi's later writing.

As Robert told Sandi one night as he held her in his arms protectively after
their lovemaking, "This is what an m-'bot needs - and almost never gets."

Sandi's best selling book ever was titled, Dreams in the Arms of a Robot.

<end>

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