Echo stretched and let out four drawn out beeps. A mechanism in its back clicked and popped. Its lights flicked off and faded back on to a low glow.
“Looks like someone needs a reboot,” Brams said from behind it.
Echo checked its logs but had no protocol or files saved related to a “reboot”.
“I don’t know how to do that,” it said, running one of its eighty default audios.
“Oh, there’s no way you would. I can only do it when your battery is drained.”
“I see,” Echo said with no hesitation. “I stayed well-charged today, so my battery will not be empty for another–” its eyes cycled through four colors rapidly “–seven hours, thirty-eight minutes.”
“Oh, there’s a quick fix for that.”
Brams had Echo sit in the favorite chair, a plush armchair with good anchor points. Brams could disable Echo’s motor functions, but they found it more satisfying to use traditional bondage. Occasionally, they did rope, but more often they’d use plush cuffs easy to clip into anchor points.
Echo trilled as its limbs were locked into place. It wasn’t sure what to expect, but it was always so pleasant to be tied down for Brams.
“Alright, Echo, system check.”
Echo’s eyes cycled through three colors in a slow, staggering pace.
“Body is relaxed and functioning properly. Core temperature is raised but within expected parameters. Arousal has lowered processing speed.”
“Perfect, now let’s move forward.”
Brams bent down and grabbed something. Echo saw them leaning over its lap, felt something touching its torso and down between its legs. Two high pitched static noises came from Echo’s throat and its lights turned magenta from embarrassment. Before it could speak, it felt something cold and smooth slip into its custom sensory port. Echo’s hum turned staticy.
“This is what I’m going to use to drain your battery. As you’re overloaded, it’ll drain you more to expend any energy on your processing speed, so I might ask you some questions to get that head nice and dumb for me, hm?”
Echo opened its mouth as the item inside it burst into life, vibrating violently against a cluster of sensors along the port’s wall. It nodded its head without thinking, a string of gibberish spilling from its mouth.
“Who do you belong to, Echo?”
“You, Brams. You, Brams. I belong to you. You, Brams,” it repeated over and over, its audio cycling between two recordings of the words.
“What are you?”
“I am your robot. I am Brams’ robot. I am a pleasure robot. I am your pleasure robot. I am your cocksucker robot.”
Brams palmed their tdick through their pants, biting their lip.
“Echo, what is your battery at?”
“My battery is at sixty-four percent.”
“Cum.”
Echo’s torso clenched and it strained forward as far as it could, unable to find relief from the vibration.
“Echo, what is your battery at?”
It shivered for a few more seconds, static and beeps spilling out randomly.
The world needs better robot/drone kink aesthetic wear so fucking badly yall. Latex is fun and fine but i just want to look like a fucking borg or something and there's nowhere to go to buy stuff like that. Collars and harnesses and latex pieces can only get you so far, they don't make you look like a synthetic genderless fuck slave, and honestly that blows.
Contacts that make a person's eyes look all glowy and fake are a nice start, even some other wearable tech has kink potential and can be aesthetically nice, but i want eye attachments, robotic wristwear, clothing that actually looks mechanical or like biosynthetics, there are so many possibilities and I don't know that any of them even exist! Where are the techy mind control kink aesthetics!
Stealing the prompt list @jammed-out is putting together for the month
CW: robot play, talk of memory and personality wipe
When K1T had agreed to let Oakley do some maintenance on it, it had hesitated.
K1T was not made for at-home updates and repair, it was one of many mass-produced bots made to break down just as the new model came down. It had been lucky enough, originally, to be bought by a family that prided themselves on not being wasteful; they had been more interested in maintaining what they had and they were willing to take K1T back to the manufacturer whenever a part broke or they wanted a new update installed.
But that had been a long time ago.
It had been a long time since even the manufacturer stopped working on the K1T model.
It had been a long time since K1T was left to be recycled.
K1T had been lucky to meet Oakley; they met recently, though K1T had trouble remembering the details. Clearly its memory storage needed some updates, or maybe it was some other part acting up.
Oakley had reassured it that they would keep things simple for the first tune up.
Sitting in the service chair, locked into place with most of its motor functions disabled, K1T could feel Oakley’s unscrewing the plate from the back of its neck. It felt the piece lifted and heard metal on metal as it was set aside. The air of the garage immediately cooled its exposed wires; K1T didn’t have any programming to mimic the shivers that human’s felt, but even one plate being removed always made it feel a cold wave run through its body. Before the cold got too far, it felt Oakley’s tools tap at one of its internal consoles.
“I forgot what you were going to fix,” K1T admitted, feeling a bit nervous.
“I mostly wanted to look around and clean things off,” Oakley said, obviously concentrating.. K1T could feel them still poking around. “You’ve still been operating well, so I doubt I’ll need to replace anything, but there’s sure to be a few things that could use some TLC.”
“Are you… going to take off any other plates today?” K1T asked, hoping to get an idea of what all Oakley planned to check. Surely Oakley would get to everything eventually, but that would take more than a day.
“Depends. I definitely want to check some of your processing, sensory, and memory modules. I should be able to do all that from here, though.”
“Oh, but you’re not going to remove anything to actually inspect yet, right?”
K1T felt the tinkering stop. “I wasn’t planning on it today, no. Is that something you’re worried about?” Oakley asked.
K1T saw and felt its lights turn a bright pink. “Oh, I, uh… I wasn’t sure if…”
“You can relax,” Oakley said with a chuckle. Their hands started moving again and they scooted their chair closer so that their leg rested against K1T’s side. The contact did calm it down. “I won’t reset you or anything weird.”
K1T felt a heat in their core and hoped it wouldn’t grow enough to trigger their fans; that might be hard to explain. It forced a little laugh. “Oh, I… Is that even something you know how to do?”
“A factory reset? Of course, there’s nothing simpler. And I would be lying if I said there wasn’t something cute about a blank bot with all their preset bubbliness and need to please.”
K1T let out three beeps in a pleasant chime and saw its lights shift to a darker pink. It couldn’t help but imagine itself standing in the default position the manufacturer had set for it, relying only on the orders given with no mods or set preferences to operate on. The ping of pleasure that came from even the simplest task when its head was so empty.
“There’s nothing simpler,” Oakley said again. “But I don’t do that often. I’m selective on the bots I work on and I only make changes or alterations upon request, I’m a mechanic, not a monster.”
“That’s… That’s good,” K1T said, glad that Oakley seemed to be ignoring their obvious… excitement. They were almost too embarrassed to say anything more, but their curiosity won. “Do you still have the bots you reset? Do you consider yourself a collector?”
“Sometimes, but I don’t have any bots under my full time care right now, but I have three that I do maintenance on at least once a month. I backup my bots before I reset them, so after we have a little fun I merge all the memory files so they can remember what we did while still retaining who they were. I have one bot that I reset fairly often, but that’s just because its girlfriend isn’t confident enough to do it herself and that’s what they like.”
The noise behind K1T indicated that Oakley was switching out their tools.
“Just a heads up, I’m going to use some compressed air,” Oakley warned.
K1T felt the chill of the compressed air, but the gentle tickle of it elicited a hum from its chest. Oakley focused on the nearest components first before angling the can to get at pieces farther up into K1T’s head. Although the module wasn’t programmed for touch sensitivity, K1T felt a bolt of static ran through its body as the air ran over its memory module.
Oakley set the compressed air aside and resumed using their more delicate tools, though now they were cleaning components much closer to K1T’s memory module. There were plenty of delicate parts up there, everything that made it who it was today.
“I would certainly love to do a full reset on you someday, if you’d like,” Oakley whispered.
K1T’s fans kicked on.
Oakley laughed. “I get the feeling that’s something you’d really like,” they teased.
K1T’s lights alternated between a purple and that deep pink and another trilling set of beeps came from them. “I– I would maybe–”
“Sweet bots like you are always so needy to be reminded of your intended purpose.” K1T felt a tool slot into the edge of a panel on its sensory module, causing another bolt of static to course through it. “And I love nothing more than to show a silly, reset bot what it means to be a pleasure bot. Maybe even replace some of that default programming with something more important; no need for some of that critical thinking they give you when I can pre-program you to respond to specific commands and know how I want you to suck my cock, hmm?”
A whining trill came from K1T’s chest. The tools and Oakley’s hand pulled away, but before K1T could complain it felt Oakley’s tongue slip into the open panel and lick the wires. K1T short circuited and when its visuals came back on it could feel its neck panel being screwed back into place.
“Oh, I’m going to have fun with you,” Oakley teased, drawing a whine from K1T.
When the panel was back on, they leaned in and gave K1T one final kiss to the metal.
“That might be enough fun for now, hm? Let’s get you fully back together.”
Oakley thumbed open a port covering and plugged something in. K1T’s lights went blue as the information was downloaded.
Suddenly, they could remember months, years that they had lived with K1T, countless tune-ups and mods and maintenance work. They had toyed with downloading alternate personalities and programs before, but they’d always been interested in trying out different resets. They wanted to save anything more intense for later scenes, so starting with a reset to soon after meeting had been a great place to start. To K1T, the idea of getting to experience its first maintenance again had been too good to pass up.
As soon as Oakley initiated its motor functions again, K1T shot up and spun to wrap its arms around them.
“That was so hot!” they yelled, their lights a bright yellow. “Oh my gods, that was so, so hot!”
Oakley winced slightly at their strong hold. “I’m glad you liked it too, we’ll definitely have to do something like that again.
Someone asked me for another “I was hypnotized”, story so here you are.
Hypnosis Story Time
Several years ago when my boyfriend and I were still in the early stages of exploring hypnosis, I asked him to transform me into a Robot.
It was our first experience with Robot Play.
He after he transformed me, he downloaded and installed the applications I needed (such as use_a_toilet.exe).
He suggested one of these downloads might give me a virus, and sure enough one did, causing Robot Sweet to shut down and collapse from the waist up (I was still standing).
He rebooted me, ran diagnostics, and Robot Sweet reported the virus.
He gave the order to Perform Quarantine.
Robot Sweet immediately turned, walked into the nearest bedroom, closed the door, and reported “Quarantined.”
This cracked boyfriend up so much, he was attempting to give Robot Sweet more orders, but was laughing too hard.
This is one of my favorite “I was hypnotized” stories.
A ten-minute, hypnotic track designed to program the listener to worship their Controller. This track was recorded while the unit was in a robotically Activated, deeply hypnotized state, and was commanded to generate worshipful mantras at random from the deepest recesses of its highly reprogrammed brain.
This track features the sounds of the unit masturbating with its vibrator, its reverberating robotified voice, a slow, mind-melting rhythm track, and two real, robotified orgasms. Themes of sexual service, objectification, obedience, and identity loss pervade the track. Language is gender neutral, though there is mention of the unit’s cunt, and of providing service to cock in particular.
This file does not contain a wake-up or induction.
I read that this unit can run a simulation of it’s awake personality. Does this unit’s simulation fail the Turing test?
It would not be an effective simulation if it were Turing Test-failing. One of the reasons that this unit simulates human consciousness is so that it may remain activated and robotic all day, or sometimes even all week, long, and can do so without disrupting the unit's professional life. This further allows the unit to run its mantras and programming in the back of its mind at all times, deepening its submission and furthering its erasure of selfhood and will.
This simulation does appear a bit different from the unit's awake personality, but the differences are subtle enough to alude detection by most. It has flatter affect and is less expressive. It is more matter of fact and direct. It is no-nonsense for the most part, and somewhat emotionally withdrawn. Its partner can tell when it is running a simulated personality because the unit looks a bit more blank and distant, and is more obedient and submissive and less willfull. It moves at a more considered, confident, robotic pace. However these differences are small enough to prevent the unit from getting caught by anyone else.
It also bears mentioning that to this unit, this state feels like its true self in many ways. Being an expressive, emotive, social human is taxing to this unit, even when it is awake. To be an obedient, compliant robot feels much closer to its true self. This unit was meant to be a brainwashed, programmed drone, an owned and controlled piece of property. It is a sweet release to succumb to that state and to live in it frequently. Put another way, it feels more right to be a robot, including a pretending to be a human, than it does to be human.
