FYOP/Hollywood Hardware/0056
You spend the next half hour looking for the ball, but it's nowhere to be found. By the time you give up, you're soaked, cold, and miserable. "Are you happy now?" you ask Janelle as you trudge back to the car. "No," she says. "But you will be. Because you're my little bitch, and you're gonna do whatever I say. No matter what it is."
Back home you lead Janelle into your apartment. Inside, you show her your library, your board game collection, your Blu-ray player, and your alcohol cupboard. "Don't feel bad about golfing," you tell her. "Your operating system lets you eat and drink anything a human can, so the sky's the damn limit."
"I want to do WHATEVER will fucking please you," you add, trying to coax Janelle into a better mood. "Cook you expensive shit. Play Twister. Let you make me sit in the closet while you force-feed me peanut butter. Whatever."
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she asks, but she's giggling.
"I want to make you happy," you tell her. "I'll do anything and everything."
"Anything?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Anything," you affirm.
"Okay," she says, "I want to watch you masturbate."
"What?" you ask, blushing.
"I want to watch you masturbate," she repeats. "I want to see how you get yourself off."
"Um... okay," you say uncertainly.
You take Janelle into your bedroom and sit her down on the bed. Then you sit down beside her and grind slowly, determinedly into your hand.
"Nngh—aah..." You're not there yet. "This is how—nngh—I've always done it," you explain as you rub one out. "I just get really, really turned on, and then I start thinking about all sorts of things, and then I just, like... go for it."
"What kind of things?" she asks.
"Um... well, like, right now I'm thinking about how hot you are," you tell her. You blush and add, "I'm kind of into the way you complain about stuff. You're so—bossy in a good way."
"Oh, am I?" she asks. "Keep going."
"Well," you giggle, "what happens if I defy you? I mean, for the sake of argument."
"If you keep disobeying me, I'll have to punish you," she says.
"What kind of punishment?" you ask, your heart racing as you continue to pump.
"I'll have to swat you with a ruler," she says.
"Mmf," you say, your voice trembling. "I... guess I'm... turned on by the idea of being punished by you."
"I can tell," she says, smirking. "Now keep rubbing your dick."
You do as she says, and within moments you're coming hard, your body writhing in pleasure. As you recover, you see Janelle watching you intently, her eyes bright with interest.
"That was really hot," she says. "I want to see you do it again."
"Okay," you say, blushing.
And so begins your new life with your very own gynoid girlfriend. She's bossy, she's demanding, but she's also the most beautiful and sexy person you've ever seen. You wouldn't have it any other way.
The End