Subliminal Competition
Subliminal Competition
Part 1
The early morning sun crept through their second storey bedroom window, lighting up still scene of ruffled sheets and tossed clothes. This calm was short-lived, ending when a feminine figure on the left rose, carefully; smoothly as to not wake her man. The light glimmered off her clear, smooth skin, shining on the faint, short blonde hairs of her arms as she removed the white sheets which once covered their bodies. Sitting upright on the mattress, forcing the firm material to contour to the shape of her tight rear and limbs, she carefully slipped her left hand underneath her man’s black boxer shorts, softly pressing into his groin with her elegantly soft palm.
Gentle, petite fingers lightly wrapped themselves around his morning shaft as they began toying with his third leg, something the man could faintly tell in his groggy fog of consciousness. Her touch seeping into his dream was the most logical conclusion she could possibly come too.
“Hmmm…” his soft whisper was instantly detected and acted on. She added a slight twist to her slow pumps, completing the same action she’d done over a hundred times before with the lessons she’d learnt from the previous mornings. She made the act of appearing in the moment seem as real as her being; simulating enjoyment where there was none, all for the sole advancement of her mission.
Several slow minutes passed, each as precisely perceived as the last before she decided a more active action was needed. Without missing a pump, his boxers lost their grip on his stiff penis, now exposed to the warm spring breeze which passed through their slightly opened window. As quickly as the breeze was felt, it was lost to the denser environment that was her mouth as she leaned in, her heavy chest softly bouncing off his thigh before squeezing lightly under her own pressure. Her long tongue effortlessly wrapped itself around his shaft, pumping him with ease as she sucked in with the force of a small vacuum.
While her internal composition allowed for an endless, powerful suction, with the excess air leaving through several other available openings, her mission parameters strictly prevented that. While she couldn’t actually care or feel disappointment with this, it was a slight hindrance with the goal at hand.
By the third minute of her doubled efforts, a widening smile finally overtook his face as he sucked in deeply. “Ohhh yesss… Is it morn…morning already” he managed through a yawn intruding moan, his arms stretching upward at the ceiling as he became aware of what was happening.
Her mechanised snake of a tongue answered his question as its grasp tightened. Unexpected to her, the daily routine wasn’t on schedule. The lack of hands on her hair, head and breasts caused the android systems mild concern. However, a quick decision decided that avoiding the anomaly was preferable, given how close he was to finishing. Any hindrance to her mission was, as always, ignored and suppressed.
Within moments of her prediction, she detected his chemical composition squirt against the back of her throat, and drip down her internal tubbing just as it had many times before. That very same mechanical tongue altered its skin friction, allowing the majority of his cum an effortless journey to its resting place.
She stayed on him during this process, lapping and cleaning him until he said otherwise, attempting to salvage some of their ordinary morning routine. He on the other hand suddenly scrunched his face at a sudden realisation.
“Hey, babe, what time is it?” he half-asked, turning his gaze to the alarm clock on his bedside table.
07:25 shone in bright green.
Lifting from her hold on him, she licked her soft red lips clean.
“A good morning to you too Brad” she replied in between kisses to the tip of his penis. “And it’s…”
“Seven thirty, I know… Look no time for any more fun, I have to get ready… Play with yourself in the meantime. I need a distraction” He commanded as he moved out from under her and took to his feet.
True to his order, she quickly returned to her side of the bed, bent both of her long, slender legs at the knees and spread her thighs out to a near perfect splits.
“Yes master, like this…?” she cooed, her fingers lightly brushing the ridges of her crafted vagina with her medium length nails doing most of the work.
“Doesn’t matter” he answered as he positioned his boxers back over his manhood, ignoring the flutter of her eyes and the tensing of her feet.
Without another word, he paced to the wardrobe at the end of the room and retrieved his black business suit and shoes.
He turned and watched Lana play with herself, half taking in the scene of her artificial muscles tensing, her toes flexing and curling as did her fingers. He wanted to play with her at that very moment, her erotic, submissive display close to forcing his instincts to take control. But with practiced patience, he resisted as sometimes sacrifices now had to be made to continue enjoying the future.
Dressing himself to the sweet noises that escaped her soft, plump lips, he combed his thick brown hair over and checked the time. “Okay, we still have some time. Lana, make us some toast with butter and jam for breakfast.” He ordered quickly as he adjusted his tie in their full body mirror.
“Hmm a please would be nice” she teased as three fingers continued to slip into her damp folds.
“Lana… Please…” a particularly load moan drowned him out as she shivered in simulated bliss as a result of his unspoked order of ‘stop playing with yourself’. The moment her breathing calmed, she gave him a scene of protest and ‘reluctantly’ released herself, quickly bring both legs together with a soft *SLAP* and stood to meet his eyes. A little playfulness worked in her favour, at least to a reasonably calculated extent. However, this morning had put that in doubt given the lack of data she’d experienced with him during a mildly stressful time.
Inexperience here however forced her to rely on primarily stock operations, something he’d seen time and time again, and taken as parts of her odd personality. “Should I bother getting dressed?” she asked as she stood there in the nude, twirling her long blonde hair idly with her right hand as her deep blue eyes investigated his, completely ignorant of the trail of cum which slid down her left thigh.
Ignoring her once again, he moved straight to the bathroom behind her to run some cold water over his warm face, closing the door once he was inside. Lana on the other hand waited for an internal response timer to run out before making her next move.
Finding her bra and panties tossed at the foot of their bed, she quickly placed them on. He didn’t specifically order her to get dressed, or to clean up her mess, but a randomised instruction set brought her to those actions. Additionally, the phrase ‘get dressed’ wasn’t associated with anything more than a bra and panties as part of his repeatedly poor choice of commands over the last six months.
At the same time, she established a link with the wireless, house wide speaker set up, and started the Micro-Tech jingle on repeat in a frequency just above that of the human ear. Lastly, she took hold of her anniversary gift perfume and sprayed three squirts against her neck. At the same time, micro pours within her artificial skin emitted a odourless scent which was present at every Micro-Tech consultancy store.
Satisfied with the subtle volume, effect and smell of the air surrounding her, Lana paced downstairs and entered their living room first. She took hold of their TV remote and brought it to the table near their kitchen. Placing it within arm’s reach of where Brad would sit, she turned and entered the kitchen to prepare their breakfast. An additional randomiser protocol was prompted, calling for a side of bacon to go with Brad’s breakfast.
Part 2
A few sizzling and oil spitting moments caused by the stripped bacon passed without interruption. Every drop of splattered oil which landed on Lana’s carefully detailed silicon covering went unnoticed, leaving a slight scare which promptly vanished under the instructions of her processor.
The mere moments worth of attack from the bacons supply of fat ceased as the tapping of Brads hard sole shoes was heard against the pale white tilled steps. He found Lana shuffling the bacon next to his golden coloured toast with a spatula which was discarded in the sink the moment its use was no longer needed.
The eye contact she made with him the second his platter was in her hands lasted to the dining table. She placed his plate just off centre from the chair and moved over to her chair. She ended her act by leaning forward against the chair, her heavy cleavage on full display through her tight blue bra, coupled with a submissive, yet desired smile. Her now frizzed blonde locks of hair didn’t go unnoticed. In fact, Brad admired the touch of change she’d displayed the last few mornings, and this was no exception.
While his lower brain made its craving obviously known, his bigger brain took charge… barely.
“Hunny… let’s just eat. Time isn’t on my side. These damn people… I can’t be late.” He sighed, much to her naturally seeming protest. She stood back upright and pulled her chair out before joining him.
She turned to look at him as her faint, but powerful pheromone became lightly noticeable in the air as it seeped out through the tiny pours in her plastic skin.
His scent of worry he created was detected quickly, which when combined with his other physical parameters prompted an immediate need to calm him down.
“Babe, relax please. Let me help you relax! First off, you’ll kill at this meeting. Second of all, you can’t lose. Micro-Tech is our saving grace, you said it yourself!” she replied, the affect of her uplifting smile reassured him slightly, albeit temporarily. But, as quickly as his nerves settled, the reminder of time returned.
He glanced at their oven clock as she went on.
‘Twenty minutes. Okay, this can work…’ he thought as a large slice of bacon was pierced on his fork and forced into his mouth. Several chews in, he heard Lana groan softly. His focus left from her and was now founded in anticipation of today’s event. Only her faint protest about what he forgot to do brought him back to the present.
“Oh right… Lana… give me a neck massage” he stumbled, eventually committing to his command. True to her programmed submissiveness, she dashed behind him with a satisfied smile and placed her advanced mechanical fingers on his shoulders.
Actuator connected titanium, coated in a soft, pliable silicon gently pressed into Brad’s shoulders as Lana followed his order. A power dynamic which took weeks of building, designed to make him believe in the lie that he was in control.
The first few weeks of awkwardness came primarily from his lack of instructions, coupled with her limited A.I abilities in decision making and operating without a dedicated, aware master. However, Brad was quick to pick up on her ‘quirks’, and the two discovered what worked.
It took a moment longer than she expected, but he did eventually reach across the table and take hold of the TV remote. Lana connected with the TV the instant it turned on and altered what exactly was playing next.
She leaned in and slowly nibbled his ear lobe and neck as the Micro-Tech commercial came on at her demand. Deducing that Brad was more suggestible in a relaxed, aroused state, it only made logical sense for her subliminal messaging tactics to occur during these moments. Relating an aggressively sexual creature to that of Micro-Tech’s registered logos, audios and physicals was all she needed.
Today was a major steppingstone to the success of her mission, and every effort she spent with him was in service to that very goal.
Nothing would get in her way.
The commercial promptly ended along with Lana’s neck rub, with the final few seconds ending in a deep kiss as the jingle of the company which constructed her played in the background. Brad, as always, enjoyed the sights of the realistic machines performing a magnitude of tasks effortlessly, and the much more personal touch of one his lips were connected too right now. Much like the rest of the populace however, he was painfully oblivious to just how realistic a Companion could be.
“Hmm, that was good babe. You know, the timing is so odd recently. So many commercials and ads about Micro-Tech, I’m sure they could be spending their money on more important things. I mean, the commercials are great and all, but I don’t believe those ‘Companions’ are anywhere as real as you or me. I could easily tell them apart from you from a mile away!” he continued on, looking straight into her factory-built eyes as he argued his point.
As usual, Lana let him rant. She’d steadily built up an illusion of patience, but even a forgery had its limitations. She moved round to her seat and gracefully simulated her interest and enjoyment of his voice. Physically, she acted intrigued, appearing to contemplate his thoughts in such a depth as to maintain the illusion and the act.
The very same processors which maintained her act analysed, recorded, and stored each word for later use. It had proved invaluable in the past. He continued on until her processors deemed it necessary to stop him at the risk of breaking the illusion.
No human had infinite patience, so why should she?
“Sorry, but…” Lana was quick to place her slim finger over his moving lips. He quickly noticed a common, special look take form in her eyes; one she got every time her dominate side broke out from the depths of her submissive facade.
Standing, she backed a step up before effortlessly throwing her left leg straight up into the air, holding it in place in a perfectly vertical split. Her soft left breast was squished against the top of her firmer thigh as she held the position naturally.
Her right hand slowly traced across her flat, slightly contoured stomach, down to her groin and finally to her blue panties which covered her silicon vagina.
“Babe… Brad, listen to me. You see this here?” she lightly traced around her panties, moving them to the side to reveal her wonderfully detailed, crafted vagina. “This is your reward for tonight if you close this deal. You know the odds. You know the stats. You know that this will generate a lot of money for everyone. But what you don’t know is how real Companions are, especially the model 3’s. If you’re lucky, you might just get to experience the difference between a real woman, and…” she slipped two finger into her vagina, gasping softly as they disappeared within her “…a Companion”.
The scene ended as quickly as it began when Lana brought her left foot to the ground, leaving Brad with a slight shiver. In those brief moments, he forgot who he was talking too as a far more dominating figure took hold of her body. It drove him crazy, but he kept the feeling a secret, one she detected well before he himself did.
She sat back on the chair her panties still shifted to one side, a fact only known to Brad when he looked between her widely spread thighs.
“You really know how to… Makes me wonder who’s in charge here” he stumbled, chuckling lightly as he forced his breathing to soften. A moment of stillness passed before reality slowly crept back in.
He glanced at the clock, only to glance twice in disbelief.
“Fuck… ok I need to run. I’ll call you after the meeting!” he was quick to his feet and dashed to the kitchen, leaving his unfinished platter behind. Drinking straight from the tap, he wiped the extra water from his chin and headed for the door. He took his car keys from the bowel sitting on the side table next to the door and opened the large piece of oak halfway before pausing.
“Lana, I forgot to mention, I need you to pick up some things for the house. Some milk, bread, and butter and whatever else you want. Also, there’s a package for you coming today. Try it on and do the mirror thing again. Record it for me this time. Love you!”
Closing the door, he hastily jumped in his SUV and began his journey into the city.
He hadn’t noticed how little Lana had moved in her seat during that scene as his mind was pressed on the largest deal of his career. Meanwhile, Lana’s instruction set was slowly updating itself at the rate of a trickle. The second stage of her builders plan was close to beginning.