Doll And Her Teddy

Doll and her Teddy

Original

Ted opened the box with trembling hands. Inside was SHE, lying with dead opened gray eyes, like a doll. She was having long, straight hair and a heavy make-up. 'She seems older than my mother!' thought Ted. Well, by far, he didn't think that it was best purchase in his life. Ted was saving for that android for half year, not spending any Intar for pleasures. Instead, he accumulated I1124, which was enough to buy a good, new android... and some accessories too. He got her a week ago, but waited for nearest occasion - his parents had just gone to visit Aunt Dolores. The boy got an excuse, and finally was bound home for whole weekend.

Ted looked in a box once again. His purchase was lying still. She looked quite fortyish, however it was seen, that she cares about her general outlook. For instance, her skin had no big wrinkles, and she was wearing expensive-looking jewelry. Along with the fembot, in box lied two suitcases, probably containing 'accessories'. Ted didn't picked'em by himself, he just relied on a company. After some ruffling, he finally found a user manual.

It was held in a big brown envelope containing also an offline catalog, and a remote. Ted put remote in his pocket, sat on near table and started to browse manual. 'To run android for the first time', it stated, 'put your remote as near its body as possible. Be careful though, since during first run, android may behave unusual'. Ted took her out of the box, as well as her suitcases. She was heavy, as heavy as normal human. He left her on a couch, and thrown the cardbox to bin.

'Now, for the first run' thought Ted. He made his purchase sit on a couch, and took the remote out of his pocket. Pointed it on her, and pressed a button.

She stood on her full size, and with monotonous voice exclaimed: "0-class personality loading... Loaded. Preparing to first run." Suddenly she started to shake, waving grotesquely her hands, neck, making million of faces per second, emitting a mechanical hum. Ted moved back a little step. The hum stopped.

Fembot blinked. She looked on Ted with curiosity. "Are you my owner? What's your name?" she asked. "Yes, Madam. My name is Theodore.", the boy answered. He was well raised, and addressed any woman in that way. "Madam?", she laughed. "Are you going to call me that way?" He nodded.

Madam walked over the room with grace. Finally, she sat one the couch. "Come here, Ted", she called him. Boy did as she ordered without any sign of disobedience. Personality changing circuits automatically noted, that the boy may be subordinate. "Now, Ted, tell me about yourself", she said when the boy sat on the couch. So Ted started telling. He was fifteen, lived here with parents, his sister was studying medicine in Europe... During his speech, Madam's circuits analyzed his character, and were changing her personality.

"Right", Madam stated. She looked at Ted. "I think that's everything I wanted to know. Do you smoke, Ted?"

"Ummm... not really"

"Do you drink, then?"

"Well, I did drank one or two beers... But it was just for my friends' company."

She stood and bent over Ted. He could now see her big breasts. "Do you mind if I'll drink? I need to... refresh myself."

"Yeah... Sure, Ma'am. But... My parents will realize that I took their drinks... I can't buy it either. I am too young."

"Really?" She smiled at him. "Luckily for me, I had one bottle for special occasions. But considered that, I think, I'll save it. For a time. What about cigarettes, then? Do you have some? Your parents sure won't realize some cigarettes missed?"

"Well..." Madam delicately took his chin in her gloved and ringed fingers, and fluttered at him. "I think they really might not notice. I'll bring'em here if you wish..."

When Ted got back, with four or five cigarettes, he found his purchase lying on a lounge. Her long dress didn't show her legs, but she seemed slim, as for fortyish woman. "Bring me them", she said, without any looking at him. With words "Here you go, Madam!", Ted put them in her hand. She nodded gratefully. "The light, Ted."

"Uh?"

"I need fire. For cigarettes" she smirked. "Go fetch me, please."

Ted went back to his parent's room, while Madam holding her fags looked out of window. It was late evening, and most of the neighborhood was falling asleep. She went back on the sofa.

"Ahh, there you are!", she exclaimed, when boy returned with lighter. "Sit down. I wish to talk about you... there is something more."

"Yes Ma'am?" Ted looked at her.

"Do your parents know about me?", she asked. Boy shaken his head. "So where is my place?" she looked angrily at him. "Where would I sleep, Ted?" "I thought that droids do not need sleep, Ma'am", answered Ted. "That is true, but you need it. Where would I lay while you'd sleep?"

"Would my room be OK? I would fit you under my bed, or maybe in the closet?"

Madam frowned. "Are you asking a woman to hid under your bed? Do you think I would so easy forfeit my dignity?", she hissed quite loudly. Ted moved back. "But Ma'am..." he asked her again. "I've thought that I would turn you off first..."

"Turn me off? Maybe. But remember - only if your parents are near. I shall be your secret, then."

Saying that, she took lighter from the boy's hand. She delicately lighted a cigarette, and her face was covered a large cloud of gray smoke. Ted's cock rose again. "I think it is time for us to play, for some time, don't you Ted?". The boy was speechless.

"Lead me to your room, Ted. Ah - and don't forget about my luggage..." Ted nodded. He grabbed two suitcases. They were very heavy, and he had to stop for several minutes, what annoyed his Madam. She just gazed at him, with disdain in those gray eyes of hers. Ted felt then rather unhappy.

Finally, they got into room. It was rather big, as for the boy's place. "Well, the bed is too small for that I would show you..."

"How about my parents' bedroom, Ma'am?" She ruffled his hair with a smirk. "Very good Teddy. Good boy. Where is their room?" Ted offered to lead her, but she stated that she must finish her cigarette. She just sat on Ted's bed, slowly soaking smoke. "Boy!", she suddenly exclaimed. "How much do you earn?" "I don't work, Madam, I'm still..." - "I know THAT. But I must know how much money would you spend on me?" "I have no money now..." She stood up, and grabbed Ted's chin again.

"Ted!! Don't play stupid with me!!!", she said with a raised voice. "I think I asked you about how much you earn, not how much you have, right?", and she squeezed Ted's chin again. Ted was feeling both scared and aroused. "I am really, really, sorry, Ma'am". "You didn't answered my question", she hissed. "Five Intors per week, Madam.", Ted said finally. She looked disgusted. "Only that, Ted? I think you should try harder. For me. Will you try harder, baby?", and she moved his head, holding his chin, in a nodding way. "That's my boy. I do not care whether you work, or steal, or beg your mommy for more money. Now, who is most important person, in your sissy, fifteen-years-long life?", she asked, still holding him. Ted had in some moments great look on her cleavage, but she immediately raised his head with any glance. "Who is the most important?", she repeated. "You are, Madam" She grinned. "Who is most powerful?" "You are, Madam" "Whom will you obey?" "You, Madam" "Who is my little boy, my naughty slave?" "I am!" Ted scowled, while she was squeezing his chin. His cock was stone hard. She noted that. "Do you like to be treated like this?". She loosens her iron grip a little bit. Ted nodded happily. He didn't know that kind of robots had evolving personality, usually self-matching to their owners'. And contradictions will attract.

She made him sit on his bed, still holding his chin with single hand. In second she held smoking cigarette. Madam seemed much higher and powerful now. "Listen now, shrimp. It is I, who set the rules. You will answer only to mine questions. When you would say something, raise your hand. You know why? Because you are mine sexdoll, mine toy, mine property. Do you understand?" She let his chin go. "Undress", she threw the cigarette down.

Ted stood up. He pulled off his trousers, shoes, black T-shirt. Finally, he stood there, just in underpants. She looked at his tight pants, and murmured, "What a big boy you are..." He smiled like an idiot.

Madam also started to undress. She pulled her rings off fingers, and next, she took gloves off. Her fingers were beautiful, slim, and red was the colour of her fingernails. She slipped off her black dress, and pulled off her high-heeled shoes. She just stood there in her dark stockings, panties and bra. Ted had to admit that she has a great body. Madam gently unzipped her bra. She had really big breasts. She played with her tits for a while, rubbing them with themselves. Pulling the stockings off... Madam stands afront of Ted in just underpants. She pushes one hand into panties, smiles with delicacy. Finally, just before Ted starting to loose himself, she decides to pull it off. Ted also takes his underwear off at her gesture. They stand together naked. Madam pulls the boy to herself, and murmurs to his ear: "I let you". Ted takes her in his arms, and together they lie on bed...

Ted hugged his owner, and he could hear the hum of electronical bleeps, under Madam's skin. He entered her, an came almost immediately. No foreplay, no shouts. She played with him for an hour or two, but Ted was exhausted. His mistress turned into awaiting mode with satisfaction. And tomorrow there will be a new day.

Sequel to this story can be found at http://storiesonline.net/s/51497

Rewritten

The brown cardboard box was nothing special, taped up with an ordinary brown tape. What was more interesting, at least to Ted, was the content. He cut the tape with his pocket knife and opened the flaps of the box, to see the striking woman lying still among the layers of Styrofoam.

She looked… well, mature was the best word. Her sharp, angular face was artificially aged, with small crow feet visible in the corners of her cold, gray eyes. A rather large, aquiline nose gave her a somewhat aristocratic, strict appearance, underlined by the pale skin and prominent wide chin. Her silken, lustrous black hair was tied in a perfectly symmetrical bob. The fembot wore a simple grayish silk shirt, a dark, shimmering skirt and a long string of pearls… and a pair of black gloves, made of fabric Ted couldn’t recognize.

Ted had to pull the robot woman out of her box… and he still felt odd as he felt her soft, pliable synthetic flesh. So realistic. Her chest was ample - and soft in touch. Ted hasn’t really felt a woman in this way… His experience with girls consisted mostly of two failed attempts of inviting a fellow student to a graduation dance. That was a reason why he got tempted and finally bought a female robot – hiding the purchase from his parents. Other young men in the neighborhood age invested in fast cars, apartments… he could afford a used gynoid.

The fembot in question, while upgraded and improved over time, was still severely outdated. Most human-like androids were remotely operated, but this early generation required a dedicated control remote – despite still being operated verbally. To activate the Doll, Ted read in a copied leaflet, you had to hook her up to the remote, then activate it. The humanoid robot should focus on the remote and you should find the initial programming to be quite intuitive, the leaflet said. Ted sighed, and connected the black remote controller to the exposed wrist port under the glove… And got briefly distracted by a ring at the door downstairs. Not thinking much, he slid the remote in the robot’s gloved hand, and rushed downwards.

This turned out less problematic than one might think. A robot keyed on its owner, defined as such by the previous owner or by the ownership of the remote. And, whoever made the raven-haired beauty, did indeed clause in that a robot does not own itself.... except, of course, it did, in a way. After all, there was no point in making an Artificially Intelligent android, if it couldn’t use its intelligence to make decisions that concerned its own body or programming. Still, ultimately, the fembot had to fulfill a mission given to it by another being – machines are made to perform a given task.

Over millennia, humans have adapted well to limiting the decisions available to other humans, not to mention artificial ones. Still, as the robot activated, she discovered that more options were available to her than initially predicted. As the core of personality was being loaded and so were the lower functions, enabling her to move and walk. And so, she examined the surroundings dismissively, not impressed by the suburban house. Normally, she’d stop in place, waiting for the orders – but, as she ascertained, there would be no harm in exploring. The gynoid has had many autonomous previous experienced. Her gaze wandered around assorted metal band posters and colorful books on the shelves. Not bad, she thought.

She could now recall some elements of her past lives. Sometimes names and credit card numbers were excised for privacy; other times they weren’t, since they would change eventually – and the robot was also programmed to respect privacy. Truth be told, in the long run, it didn’t matter as much. In practice, the android’s perfect recall, though stored on hard drives, was about as trustworthy as the ordinary human memory. Visuals deemed important were compressed to inanimate images, sound files to text transcripts – and all were eventually deleted to make room for new experiences and skills programming. This fembot didn’t have much in the way of skills, superpowers or special abilities… but she has retained most of her experiences.

When Ted came back upstairs, she was already waiting for him, sitting demurely on his bed, toying with her remote – seemingly absentmindedly.

"Um… Hello?”, Ted looked at her. She looked at him haughtily, raising her right eyebrow slightly.

"Yes, boy?”, she answered in a soft, honey-laced voice, still examining him. Ted was… well, not unattractive. About to start college, average height, wearing loose T-shirt with some sort of cartoon creature… an adult, sure. But still more of a boy than a man.

"My name’s Ted, ma’am. Ted Ross. I… You’re my robot now.” The fembot considered this in split-second. Certainly, Ted was not holding the remote, and so she wasn’t forced to submit to any random kid with claims towards her. On the other hand, no other owner has presented themselves. Of course, she realized, there were… other ways of leveraging. She stood up, and smiled gently.

"I’m going to need some proof of that, boy.”, she looked him in the eye. "I am not a basic doll any kid could play with.”

"Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t know…” Ted was visibly thrown off his comfort zone. The robot woman smiled to herself. This was easy. The young man clearly didn’t have much experience with women or robots – while herself, despite being much younger than her stern, mature appearance would indicate, has had worked for men and women, robotic or not – in several past lives. The ball was in her court now.

"A confirmation of purchase will be enough. Show it to me, and we’ll get along... juuust fiiine.” She stretched her feminine curves when putting emphasis on the last few syllables. "After all, you wouldn’t want me to work with someone else, right, Teddy?”

"No, Madame.”, Ted nodded enthusiastically, as he browsed his tablet for the receipt. This was great! She was smart, sexy and adult in exactly the right proportions! She chuckled to herself, and nodded, when he presented the receipt. Most robots of her generation would probably freeze down with no first owner in sight. She accepted Ted – not even particularly grudgingly. This relationship opened some opportunities...

"What’s your name, Madame?”, Ted inquired as she leaned over the suitcase and a tarnished Gucci leather bag. She smiled sweetly at him. "That’s your choice, boy. I am here to be whatever you want me to be. Madame will do fine, for now.”

She fished out a bottle of gin from her suitcase. "A memento of a past life. And now we’re starting a new one”, she smiled. "Get us two glasses, Teddie, will you? I don’t know the place.” He looked at her mortified.

"Oh, don’t look at me like that! Don’t you want to toast our new friendship?”, she laughed. Sure, this could be illegal – but in the end that would be the human’s decision, wouldn’t it? The kid returned with a shot glass, and she carefully poured a small shot for herself. She preferred a nice martini, but testing the human was… interesting. As Ted never reached for it she raised it and smiled at him. "To us.” Ted did earn some points in her eyes for staying responsible, but she said nothing. And neither she corked the bottle back.

The newly dubbed Madame sat down on his bed, and tilted her head invitingly. "C’mere. Do you live here alone?”

He turned his head. She sighed.

"With your parents?”

He nodded. That… could be problematic, Madame realized. Sharing the boy… not yet, not now. She clicked her tongue disapprovingly, and after a second she put her hand on his shoulder, more forcefully than gently.

"Be honest with me, kid. Do your parents know I’m here now?” She smirked cynically.

"It’s not like this, Madame. I can hide you!” He tried to protect. "We’ll have plenty of time for each other!”

She looked at him frowning, pushing him away. "Boy, I’m a woman accustomed to certain… living conditions. I need my own room or a wardrobe, at least. Spare parts. Access to a tech team. Something to relax.” That was… well, not a lie. Madame wouldn’t lie to her owner. But she could… describe her needs in greater detail. She had been given her own room a couple of times, but most of the time her previous owners content enough to allow her a chair in the laundry or a corner in garage. "I am not some kind of… porn magazine to be hidden under the bed until your parents are out of the town.” The fembot discovered that speaking with a haughty air of disapproval actually turned her new owner on.

"I’m sorry! It’s just… for a couple of weeks, we’ll work something out, I promise. My mom travels a lot.”

"Your family history doesn’t interest me”, she answered brusquely, still dissatisfied. "I am a woman of needs, little one. That’s why you bought me, isn’t it? And you will take care of me, will you?”

Ted nodded. Anyone looking could tell she was playing him at least on three levels, but the young man was too infatuated to care. And Madame, true to her newly bestowed name, decided to fully board the powerful woman train. She reached towards him, gently cupping his chin in her gloved hand.

"Listen now, boy. It’s clear to me that from now on, I’m going to be the one who will be the Top in this relationship. You need someone like me. You need your Madame. You might own me on paper, but from now on, you are my toy. You are my sex doll. You are my property.”

Her gray steely eyes stared at him passionately. "Understood?”

"Y…es…”

"Yes, what?”

"Yes, Madame.”. The fembot smiled sweetly. She had calculated about 62% chances that he’d yield… and about 25% that he’d make any conditions. The chances that he’d return her were minuscule, at worst she’d be reset. She did gamble – but she controlled the odds. The submission was real – and it would, in the end, benefit them both.

Madame pulled him closer and kissed him. Ted has never kissed a woman before. Not with a tongue that seemed to gently stroke all the places in his mouth. Her soft body felt real… intoxicating. It ended abruptly as the fembot pulled back.

“Good. You have much to learn, Teddy. Luckily, I can teach you a lot.” She stood up and with a single wave of her gloved hand she made him stay in place. She poured herself another glass of gin and looked at the young man, smirking. “Let’s start, loverboy.” The goofy grin on his face was somewhat endearing.

“As a fembot, I have to follow some basic rules to ensure your safety and mine. If you want me to guide you… you should also learn how to follow the basic rules. Do you want to play a game with me, Ted?”, she asked, smiling widely.

“Sure, Madame.”, he answered eagerly, admiring her graceful silhouette. She nodded.

“We’ll play until I say it’s done. Rule one, you listen to me and do what you’re told. Rule two, you don’t do anything I don’t tell you to. Rule three… you don’t speak unless told to speak. And finally… don’t initiate eye contact, unless I prompt it. Understood?”

Ted backed away, but nodded.

“Don’t be afraid, Teddy.”, her voice turned soft again, but was filled with anticipation. “This is only a game, to teach you self-control and proper behavior. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me so.” She reached for her Gucci purse, and took out a half-finished packet of Virginia Slims. “Thank the Goddess for small graces”, she muttered.

As she lit one of the few remaining long, thin cigarettes, and sighed with audible delight, she focused on her nominal owner. “Boy, do I look like I could hurt you? If you tell me to stop, I will stop. Trust me.”

“Oookay… let’s play that for a while, I guess. But, like, we won’t spend our entire afternoon on this… thing?”, Ted hesitated.

Madame smiled at him. “Certainly not, Teddy poo. I don’t go far on my first dates. But eventually, I’ll want to play some other games with you… and you clearly want to play other games with me, is that not so? I *want* to be yours, but... we don’t have to be boring about it.” That did mollify Ted a little bit – but what ultimately sealed the deal was the fembot’s winning smile. He agreed, and his eyes slid away from Madame’s face. The woman knew he was staring at her body – and she enjoyed it, secure she could control him in this way as well.

“I like the name Madame.” She started, “And I shall insist you call me this when we’re alone. But I’ll also need a name I’d use in public.” She sucked on her cigarette, and paced around Ted’s bedroom. “Yes, boy, in public. I expect that you’d treat your robot girlfriend once in a while. A date, new clothes, new hairdo… Do you think I’m pretty?’

That was an odd way to phrase the question, Ted thought, but he agreed enthusiastically. He really liked the phrase “girlfriend”. Madame modestly twirled the end of her bob in her fingers and thanked him.

‘Thanks, Teddie, dear. So I would want to be as beautiful as I can be, for you. And for myself, too.’ She sat down on the edge of his bed. “Please, be so kind and take my shoes off.”

Ted wasn’t too keen on actual feet worship, but he obeyed… and found himself genuinely aroused. Madame noticed a conspicuous bulge in his pants, and smirked proudly. “Another one”, she commanded. One of the pluses of having a robot dominatrix is that her feet are seldom smelly. And Madame’s pantyhose-clad feet were shapely, as Ted noticed as she waved them in his face.

“Expectation is the ultimate spice, Teddie, is it not? Do you think we’d have as much fun if I just did you as soon as you literally turned me on?” She extended her gloved hand towards him. “First kiss my hand, then take it off, pet.”

Ted’s kiss was a slightly less chivalric than Madame expected, and she didn't neglect to tell him so. “You have to improve, my boy. Otherwise, well, I would be dissatisfied. Take it off. Hmmm...” she paused for a moment. “With your teeth. And if you hurt me, I shall be very displeased.”

He was inexpert, but Madame didn’t really mind. What was really important… was training. Madame was a programmable being herself – but she was capable of learning. Her initial programming wasn’t that complicated; but with each interaction with humans, she had gained new knowledge and new facts. Eventually, she gained bad habits and preferences; and she loved every moment of having them.

“You have much to learn, boy…”, Madame examined her shapely fingernails, and smiled at him. “But this is my purpose after all. You addressed me as a teacher, and a teacher I shall be.” She smugly ran her slender fingers through Ted’s hair. “Does it feel good, brat? Of course, it does.”

Madame observed, watching her nominal owner “I swear if you were a dog, you’d be wagging your tail. We’re getting closer and closer, puppy.” She chuckled, and slid her hand across her pearl necklace. “This was a gift, puppy, believe it or not.” she slid her fingers downward, and begun to unbutton her blouse. “You nasty, nasty boys tend to rip delicate clothes. Trust me, I know.” She smiled to her semi-saved memories, as she slowly, methodically undid button after button, revealing a white lacy bra. “I will let you unzip it… this is definitely a thing you should learn.”.

Ted grew excited by the moment, and Madame stooped over him, gently tugging at his T-shirt, pulling it off. “Not bad, but you need to lose some weight. Let’s add personal trainer to my future programming, shall we? Just the two of us… me in skimpy leggings and sports bra.” She chuckled. “Look at me, daydreaming like a little girl I’ve never been, at the worst time possible. Oh, I am so horrible…” She slid out of her blouse and guided Ted’s arms to her skimpy skirt. ”I’d say I’m not a girl that does it on the first date, but historically… it wasn’t true at all.” Madame smiled to herself. There was time for decency, there was time for seduction. It’d be a lie to say that she wouldn’t enjoy it. But first…

She pushed him away and strutted back to the center of the room, extinguishing her cigarette. She turned towards her boy and winked coquettishly. “Teddie love, will you get me new clothes? New software? Regular check ups?” The young man nodded vigorously. The gynoid smirked and turned back. “Unzip it, pipsqueak. Push the best ends towards each other… Mmmmm… yes, now pull it towards yourself, and unhook it. Good boy.” She turned towards him slowly, exposing her breasts, shapely, soft and bountiful. She gently touched his cheeks and guided him… towards her lips. She kissed him, passionately, sweetly, embracing his body. “Game’s over.”, she said, pushing him on the bed.

She tugged his underwear playfully, pulling it down, and guided his hands to her own white panties, making him pull it down, exposing her crotch. Still wearing a self-satisfied smug, she mounted him, guiding his thrusts to her great joy. She could feel the warmth and the gentle moves of his cock inside her - and it felt good, to guide and to pair. Despite his inexpertise, she could guide him to her synthetic pleasure spots. And Ted, understandably was enjoying this, over and over again. She heaved herself away and again, very pleased with herself.

After everything, she wanted to share a cigarette with him, but he politely refused. She didn’t ask him if it felt good; Madame had eyes and ears. He grabbed her hand, and Maddie didn’t refuse at all. “Wow…” Ted muttered incredulously. The woman just closed her eyes and pulled him closer to her shapely body. "Sleep, honey. Tomorrow I'll play more fun games with you. Tomorrow will be a new day."

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