Showing posts with label technosexual. Show all posts
Showing posts with label technosexual. Show all posts
Friday, September 16, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Kiwi Candy, the Crossover
The Hollywood-gorgeous Kiwi Candy and I were chatting today about callers we've shared in the nine months since she has skyrocketed to NiteFlirt fame. Background: she found my blog when she was first starting out, and at first I mentored her a bit, but we became friends as she kicked my ass in the ratings, and now I ask her advice as often as she does with me.
It's easy to bond in that vulnerable time of night that is made for fucking, that 10pm-2am window when both our defenses are a little lower and our minds are both set in sexy mode. We often keep each other company between calls.
She's as genuine as I am: she really loves phone sex, she really wants to please her callers, and she really is that adorable. But more important to me than her beauty and cuteness, she has the thing I require in my truest of friends: she genuinely cares about doing the right thing. Hell, if you generalize further, it's still true: she genuinely cares. She gives a shit. She's good people. I feel fortunate to know her.
Candy and I have never met in person, although I'm certain we will some day. (You'll get videos of us doing naughty things with each other if you fly me to her! Not kidding!) But we recommend each other a lot on our blogs and on our calls, which has led to us having 15 or 20 callers in common.
So today, we were talking about some of the Candy+Galiana fantasies our callers have played out with us, and we decided to do crossover blog posts about them. Because we're both giant dorks who amuse ourselves a lot. And this sounded fun, so we're doing it.
The Maid: He and I are married, and Candy is our maid, who probably never actually cleans anything other than my pussy with her tongue, while I'm guiding her head with my hands, and he's fucking her from behind. Oh, and my juices off his cock after he fucks me while Candy and I 69 with me on top. But not so much with the *dusting*, really.
Fembot Assembly: The Candy-bot makes a superb to help assemble a brand new Galiana-bot to test her pleasure thresholds. How does one test a new Galiana-bot? Have the Candy-bot lick and finger it when she is being fucked from behind, of course! Gosh. All the good technicians know that.
The Fembot Cat Fight: The handy thing about androids is that you can always wipe their memories and repair them, and they're as good as new! So, y'know, if the Candy-droid and Galiana-droid had their jealousy levels increased, we could rip each other to pieces... literally. It's obvious her chest panel is more delicate than mine, it's not my fault she can't function without this handful of wires. Oh, well, maybe it is. Oops. But what do I care? That'll keep her away from my man!
The Struggling Submissive: Since she admitted she's capable of having an orgasm without touching her pussy if the mental / visual stimulus is strong enough (as am I), he could tie her into an X and make her watch while he fucks me, and she can be released when she comes that way ... maybe twice ... if he's feeling generous ...
The Two-Girl Blowjob: The guy with the 11" cock (seriously, we've both seen him on cam, and he's not exaggerating) wants us both to slide our tongues and lips over him. Good, because I'm not sure either of us could take care of that thing on our own!
The Exhibitionists: Two different callers want to masturbate in front of us, as we're watching them, and possibly playing with each other, but the important part is that we're both watching him masturbate. We both honestly, genuinely love watching men stroke themselves, and we feel like we learn new techniques. We both especially like watching that guy in California with the full beard who does that overhand squeeze thing ...
The Strap-On: He wants to feel her pounding me with a strap-on because it shoves his cock deeper into my throat. Or me pounding him with a strap-on while he has his lips wrapped around her clit. Or one of us fucking him while he's fucking the other one. Or...
Oh good grief almighty, now I can't think straight. Surely someone has plane fare to spare, don't you? Pretty please?
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Ditzy Fembot mp3s
Ditzy Fembot Teacher
You've figured out that your ditzy-sounding teacher with huge boobs is a fembot, so you get in trouble to stay after class and see if you can make her malfunction!A sample of the first 30ish seconds can be found here: Ditzy Fembot Teacher Sample
Runtime: 07:38, Format: mp3.
Listen via phone for $0.99 per minute via NiteFlirt:
Download it for $10 via NiteFlirt:
Ditzy Fembot Seducer
I am Galiana, the most advanced fembot seductress model available. When other robot girls need repairs, it is my job to bring them in by overloading their circuits with my perfect body, adorable cutesy voice, and vastly superior programming.No other model will ever have more advanced manipulation techniques or more luscious breasts than I have, and certainly no other model could ever make me malfunction... right?
Runtime: 09:03, Format: mp3.
A sample of the first 30ish seconds can be found here: Ditzy Fembot Seducer Sample
Listen by phone for $0.99 per minute via NiteFlirt:
Download it for $10 via NiteFlirt:
Summary and Info on Custom Requests
I think these recordings are especially helpful for members of the ASFR / technosexual crowd who would not indulge in a video of mine because you prefer your androids a little leaner. I understand that not all body types appeal to all fetishists (because that is how the diversification of the gene pool works... I don't take it personally).So with just the sound portion to guide you, feel free to imagine my model created in any shape you wish. Although these two recordings do reference my large breasts several times, so it may be tricky to imagine a little wispy-thin pixie-shaped model...
Please let me also remind you that I take custom requests (these were custom). However, as I say on my Stuff To Buy page:
I can sometimes fulfill custom requests for audio, photos, and video, but with a warning: the length of time to delivery is utterly unpredictable. Because of that, I do not require a down payment: you pay nothing until delivery.
Pricing varies greatly by subject, complexity, and length, but here’s a broad guesstimate:
* 15 min mp3: $50 and up
* 25 pictures: $100 and up
* 15 min video: $100 and up
To price your project specifically, please write me at galiana@ymail.com
And don't forget, here at Advanced Smart Fun Robotics (ASFR), we have The Best Human Emulation Mode in the Business!™
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Video: Galiana-bot Remote Control
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Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Video(s): Pleasurebot Testing
Please note: this version of the Galiana model was ordered especially full-figured, and appears even curvier than earlier demonstration models.
We here at Advanced Smart Fun Robotics (ASFR) take our testing very seriously: we test extensively and thoroughly indeed, which resulted in 25:48 of video. Yep, that's over 25 minutes of fembot testing!
During most of the testing, the unit was naked, which is why we cannot show as many pictures as we normally would to showcase our videos. The one picture shown is from the "Strip Tease" section of testing, when the model was in demonstration human emulation mode. Stripping does, of course, requires clothing to be put ON before it can be taken OFF... although that might have caused a bit of confusion...
All four parts combined are $40 (they are $48 if you purchase them individually, so that is more than a 15% savings!). Link to buy the combination video: http://bit.ly/npzBa4
Each part is $12 if you purchase them separately.
The descriptions below of each part would be considered spoilers if you were considering these a work of fiction, so if you prefer to be surprised by the testing parameters and results, please stop reading now.
Part 1 (07:58): Boot Up, Test Basic Movement, Describe Model Specifications
The naked pleasurebot boots up, stating her manufacturer/series/model/serial number/programming, then begins testing basic movement. After walking, bending, etc have been confirmed to be functioning as expected, she describes the specifications ordered for her particular unit. Link to buy Part 1: http://bit.ly/nTAJ4Y
Part 2 (06:39): Describe Sexual Programming, including explicit close-ups
The naked pleasurebot switches to demonstration human emulation mode to describe in a chirpy, happy, straightforward way all the sexual positions available to someone interacting with a Galiana series fembot: oral, breasts, vaginal, and anal, with explicit closeups, but no penetration (unless you count fingers being stuck down a throat as penetration). Link to buy Part 2: http://bit.ly/o3jOLq
Part 3 (06:59): Testing Strip Tease and Erotic Dancing functionality
The naked pleasurebot tests erotic movement capabilities, including dancing and strip tease... but runs into some issues because stripping requires clothing to have been put on first. This is resolved, and the testing continues. Link to buy Part 3: http://bit.ly/ph6TNc
Part 4 (04:32): Testing Pleasure Processing with dildo, leading to malfunction-via-orgasm
The once-again-naked pleasurebot tests pleasure processing by using a dildo with her vaginal unit, initiating the orgasm sequence, a run of events which reveals a few calibration issues which clearly need to be resolved before the unit can be shipped. The Galiana unit's ending position is clearly not an indication of fembot health. Link to buy Part 4: http://bit.ly/r9R42d
No matter which part(s) you choose, you get both the large (1280 x 720) and small (320x240) resolutions. The format is WMV (please contact Ms Galiana Chance at ASFR Customer Service if you require a different format).
Remember: at ASFR, we have "The Best Human Emulation Mode in the Business!" and "Your Fun Comes First!"
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Video: Galiana-bot Monitoring Fembots and Changing Clothes
I shot this custom video back in April, and it has been available on my "Stuff to Buy" page for a while, but I never announced it, silly me.
Watch the trailer!
This video was made from a custom script. In the first half, I am monitoring other fembots and reporting on their progress (so the first 9-ish minutes are close up of my face talking in emotionless mode).
In the second half, I receive new orders to prep for a multi-fembot orgy, so I peel off my jacket and blouse and skirt, revealing a lacy black bra and panties and garter belt and stockings, and then I put on a silver newsboy hat and some silver gloves, and practice my greetings to get ready for the party!
running time: 18:19
resolution: large (1440 x 1080) and small (320x240) are both included
format: WMV (please contact me directly if you require a different format)
price: $15
Watch the trailer!
This video was made from a custom script. In the first half, I am monitoring other fembots and reporting on their progress (so the first 9-ish minutes are close up of my face talking in emotionless mode).
In the second half, I receive new orders to prep for a multi-fembot orgy, so I peel off my jacket and blouse and skirt, revealing a lacy black bra and panties and garter belt and stockings, and then I put on a silver newsboy hat and some silver gloves, and practice my greetings to get ready for the party!
running time: 18:19
resolution: large (1440 x 1080) and small (320x240) are both included
format: WMV (please contact me directly if you require a different format)
price: $15
Sunday, April 17, 2011
ASFR Galiana Demo #02
The Advanced Smart Fun Robotics demonstration conference call for the Galiana model android has been rescheduled, because the first one ended so... unexpectedly.
This time, We've added moderators at our remote locations to guard against override codes. What could possibly go wrong?
running time: 16:39
resolution: large (1440 x 1080) and small (320x240) are both included
format: WMV (contact me directly if you require a different format)
cost $20 (but if you purchased the first demo via NiteFlirt, check your NiteFlirt email for a special offer!)
And this time... I made a trailer!
As a side note, I'm pretty sure this series will continue, and I've decided that the tagline "What could possibly go wrong?" is one of the funniest things I've ever written. Hooray for malfunction fetishists...
This time, We've added moderators at our remote locations to guard against override codes. What could possibly go wrong?
running time: 16:39
resolution: large (1440 x 1080) and small (320x240) are both included
format: WMV (contact me directly if you require a different format)
cost $20 (but if you purchased the first demo via NiteFlirt, check your NiteFlirt email for a special offer!)
And this time... I made a trailer!
As a side note, I'm pretty sure this series will continue, and I've decided that the tagline "What could possibly go wrong?" is one of the funniest things I've ever written. Hooray for malfunction fetishists...
Oh, What a Night
This past week, I had custom video requests, ideas for follow-ups from my last robot video, and a custom mp3 request. So it was time to fulfill those.
I started getting ready about sixteen hours ago. There's still video rendering (or is it called mixing down? I am sooooo new at this...), but it's all edited, and the people who ordered them have their links (to at least the small versions) and passwords. Yay!
I'm going to bed now, and whenever I get up "tomorrow" I'll put the public ones up for sale, including video previews, and a special offer for anyone who has ever bought pay-to-view items from me in the past! Exciting!
But while there are still progress bars crawling along, I thought I'd share teaser pics.
The night started with a custom video for the Galiana-bot, which will be on sale as something like "Monitoring Fembots and Changing Clothes". It starts with doing simple monitoring tasks and reporting in on the activities of all those crazy fembots out in the field:
Then after work, time to let off a little steam:
And then get gussied back up a bit:
For the second custom video, which will be called something like "Remote Control Introduction", a girl robot meets her new Master for the first time and shows him how to work the remote:
Then it was time for the rescheduled "Galiana Demo conference call #02", since the first one ended... how shall we say it? Unexpectedly.
Surely this one goes better. After all, now we have moderators! And look how much fun the Galiana unit is having!
Then it was time to fulfill a custom request along the lines of, "Can you look adorable and sweet and innocent and talk like a filthy slut who can't wait to get hold of my cock?" Why, yes, Sir, I'd love to!
And then the last video won't be for sale, because there's personal information in it that would be impossible to edit out and still have it make sense to anyone else, but I thought I'd let you see a bit of what he got.
It was delicious fun... up until I had to start working with editing and rendering and directories and passwords... all that dumb yucky stuff. Boo dumb yucky stuff. I need a submissive who wants to do my video editing for me :)
But obviously it was a good night, because the Fuckatorium looks like a stripper from Tron threw a party here.
Oh, what a night... (yes, I'm old enough to know the song that goes with the blog post title...)
I started getting ready about sixteen hours ago. There's still video rendering (or is it called mixing down? I am sooooo new at this...), but it's all edited, and the people who ordered them have their links (to at least the small versions) and passwords. Yay!
I'm going to bed now, and whenever I get up "tomorrow" I'll put the public ones up for sale, including video previews, and a special offer for anyone who has ever bought pay-to-view items from me in the past! Exciting!
But while there are still progress bars crawling along, I thought I'd share teaser pics.
The night started with a custom video for the Galiana-bot, which will be on sale as something like "Monitoring Fembots and Changing Clothes". It starts with doing simple monitoring tasks and reporting in on the activities of all those crazy fembots out in the field:
Then after work, time to let off a little steam:
And then get gussied back up a bit:
For the second custom video, which will be called something like "Remote Control Introduction", a girl robot meets her new Master for the first time and shows him how to work the remote:
Then it was time for the rescheduled "Galiana Demo conference call #02", since the first one ended... how shall we say it? Unexpectedly.
Surely this one goes better. After all, now we have moderators! And look how much fun the Galiana unit is having!
Then it was time to fulfill a custom request along the lines of, "Can you look adorable and sweet and innocent and talk like a filthy slut who can't wait to get hold of my cock?" Why, yes, Sir, I'd love to!
And then the last video won't be for sale, because there's personal information in it that would be impossible to edit out and still have it make sense to anyone else, but I thought I'd let you see a bit of what he got.
It was delicious fun... up until I had to start working with editing and rendering and directories and passwords... all that dumb yucky stuff. Boo dumb yucky stuff. I need a submissive who wants to do my video editing for me :)
But obviously it was a good night, because the Fuckatorium looks like a stripper from Tron threw a party here.
Oh, what a night... (yes, I'm old enough to know the song that goes with the blog post title...)
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Role Play Up, Sex Down
I have a listing in the "Role Play" category that I started specifically to market to the ASFR / android / robot girl / technosexual / fembot / gynoid crowd. (Dear That Crowd: please settle on a name for yourselves... /grin )
And today, that listing is ranked higher as a Top Pick than my listing in the "Sex" category when you look in Find Women, which is the approximate equivalent of searching for "All Women". Or, if you're a geek, it’s a 'find . -print' from the root.
Top Picks is the default search order, and it is heavily weighted by activity in the past two weeks: calls, repeat calls, new callers, pay-to-views, click-through rate, and feedback.
My main listing has almost always been my highest Top Pick, with 36 pages of feedback and over 2000 lifetime ratings points.
What nudged my Role Play listing above it? A few things, I think, although the process is frustratingly mysterious, so I can't be absolutely sure.
One thing I know: I sold my Galiana-bot demo video under my Role Play listing, which helped it. And then I have a couple of callers who have found me there who want non-robot-themed role plays. I've taken a lot of (unexpected) time off the past two weeks, so my Sex listing has been slower. And then I had a nice, long, delicious call with a fembot fetishist ... and three of his android friends... oh, no, wait, make, that five of his android friends if you count the two lovely technicians who were testing the stamina of my upgraded pleasure controls when we started (thank goodness for lubrication conduits!).
The big differences between the two are the title and the voice sample. My Sex title is "Curvy, Fun, Creative, and a little Geeky!" And my Role Play title is "Trained Actress for RP: Robot, Escort, Bimbo...". The voice sample for the RP listing is the android voice sample, which shows vocal range for other roles as well, but mostly showcases my girlbot voice. The Sex voice sample is much more generic.
I'm so curious to see if I get a different kind of caller if this trend continues... The few I've picked up from the listing have been smart, creative, fun, and sexy sexy sexy, so if that continues, I'm happy to have my actress on top on my geek (well, goodness, that's a thoroughly distracting mental picture...)
I hope it doesn't get lost in the shuffle that I'm capable of having non-sexual conversations as well. And that it's not acting when I sound like I care about my callers. And that if a call has engaged me at all sexually, emotionally, or intellectually, it's not acting when I have an orgasm.
Let's not forget those things, okay?
And today, that listing is ranked higher as a Top Pick than my listing in the "Sex" category when you look in Find Women, which is the approximate equivalent of searching for "All Women". Or, if you're a geek, it’s a 'find . -print' from the root.
Top Picks is the default search order, and it is heavily weighted by activity in the past two weeks: calls, repeat calls, new callers, pay-to-views, click-through rate, and feedback.
My main listing has almost always been my highest Top Pick, with 36 pages of feedback and over 2000 lifetime ratings points.
What nudged my Role Play listing above it? A few things, I think, although the process is frustratingly mysterious, so I can't be absolutely sure.
One thing I know: I sold my Galiana-bot demo video under my Role Play listing, which helped it. And then I have a couple of callers who have found me there who want non-robot-themed role plays. I've taken a lot of (unexpected) time off the past two weeks, so my Sex listing has been slower. And then I had a nice, long, delicious call with a fembot fetishist ... and three of his android friends... oh, no, wait, make, that five of his android friends if you count the two lovely technicians who were testing the stamina of my upgraded pleasure controls when we started (thank goodness for lubrication conduits!).
The big differences between the two are the title and the voice sample. My Sex title is "Curvy, Fun, Creative, and a little Geeky!" And my Role Play title is "Trained Actress for RP: Robot, Escort, Bimbo...". The voice sample for the RP listing is the android voice sample, which shows vocal range for other roles as well, but mostly showcases my girlbot voice. The Sex voice sample is much more generic.
I'm so curious to see if I get a different kind of caller if this trend continues... The few I've picked up from the listing have been smart, creative, fun, and sexy sexy sexy, so if that continues, I'm happy to have my actress on top on my geek (well, goodness, that's a thoroughly distracting mental picture...)
I hope it doesn't get lost in the shuffle that I'm capable of having non-sexual conversations as well. And that it's not acting when I sound like I care about my callers. And that if a call has engaged me at all sexually, emotionally, or intellectually, it's not acting when I have an orgasm.
Let's not forget those things, okay?
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Android Demo Video
I am sooooo excited to announce my first robot girl video! I have been practicing my robot movement with technosexual callers via cam calls, and they convinced me that I was strong enough to finally release a video.
The storyline is mine, and it's original, but it pulls heavily from the preferences of my callers. I've created a fictional company who manufactures the "Smart Fun Galiana" model of fembot. The company is named Advanced Smart Fun Robotics (ASFR).
(side note: ASFR also stands for alt.sex.fetish.robot, so that's pretty a freakin' awesome name, if I do say so myself... It started off as just SFR, but then I realized that it was close to ASFR, and one of trusted robot cutie fans suggested the "Advanced" /grin)
Anyway, over at Advanced Smart Fun Robotics, it is common for potential customers to request demonstrations via video call. Usually, when a conference call hosts more than one potential customer at a time, a human mediator is present, but none were available for this particular call, and the unit in question was in tip-top shape, so she ran the call on her own.
What could go wrong? Right?
Common requests include showing more cleavage:
showing all angles:
demonstrating personality:
demonstrating "robot mode":
and... umm.... well, that's unusual for an android to be pulling out vibrators.
But this particular conference call had several specialty customers on the line, and maybe it was a particular... ummm.... request...
Oh dear.
The run time is 15:38, the format is WMV, the price is $20 (contact me to get a conversion to another format if you wish). To purchase the video "Advanced Smart Fun Robotics - Galiana Demo 01" for $20 via NiteFlirt, click here:
I suggest you buy it now, before the management at ASFR sees it and tries to get it out of circulation - the images on this video are bound to be bad for the brand...
The storyline is mine, and it's original, but it pulls heavily from the preferences of my callers. I've created a fictional company who manufactures the "Smart Fun Galiana" model of fembot. The company is named Advanced Smart Fun Robotics (ASFR).
(side note: ASFR also stands for alt.sex.fetish.robot, so that's pretty a freakin' awesome name, if I do say so myself... It started off as just SFR, but then I realized that it was close to ASFR, and one of trusted robot cutie fans suggested the "Advanced" /grin)
Anyway, over at Advanced Smart Fun Robotics, it is common for potential customers to request demonstrations via video call. Usually, when a conference call hosts more than one potential customer at a time, a human mediator is present, but none were available for this particular call, and the unit in question was in tip-top shape, so she ran the call on her own.
What could go wrong? Right?
The run time is 15:38, the format is WMV, the price is $20 (contact me to get a conversion to another format if you wish). To purchase the video "Advanced Smart Fun Robotics - Galiana Demo 01" for $20 via NiteFlirt, click here:
I suggest you buy it now, before the management at ASFR sees it and tries to get it out of circulation - the images on this video are bound to be bad for the brand...
Monday, February 14, 2011
Presents!
Sometimes my callers want to give me gifts. Lately, I've gotten an unusually high amount of them.
Since I have a cam now, I made little videos of myself opening everything I've gotten in the past week. I figure it's good advertisement for my new cam listing too, right? I mean, just making a bunch of videos of myself isn't completely narcissistic, is it?
(Dear Inner Modest and Shy Girl: Please try to just keep your eyes closed more. All I can really offer you is denial. Sorry. Love, Galiana)
First: a thank you to the financial slave who bought me the camera, some Secrets In Lace lingerie, some amazing Carlos shoes, stuff to set up the Fuckatorium for cam, a new headset for cam calls, and some new hair / face stuff that I'm loving using. Here's me opening some of that (I didn't realize when I made it that Blogger would squish widescreen... sorry):
Then today, for Valentine's Day, I made 3 videos. The first was lingerie and pillowcases, and the chocolates my husband got me:
The second is 2 gifts I got in the mail, both of which make me feel good in different ways: the ItGetsBetter t-shirt, and a SpaFinder gift certificate.
And the last Valentine's Day gift-o-rama is a veritable boatload of stuff that will let me dress up and look a bit like a robot! I have a few fans in the technosexual / fembot fetish community who want me on video or cam. I'm still working on my movements, and not ready to demo those yet, but now I have clothes! /squee
I look happy in all these videos, and grateful, and both of things are true: I am both happy and grateful for them. And at the same time, I'm a tiny bit overwhelmed.
Remember at the end of A Streetcar Named Desire when Blanche tells the man who's coming to take her away that she has "always relied on the kindness of strangers"? I haven't. Not a bit. I've always relied on myself, always had a hard time asking for help, and always been stubbornly insistent on valuing *people* over *things*. I gave gifts much more freely and graciously than I accepted them.
And now I find myself in the position of completely relying on the kindness of strangers, and having to figure out how to be gracious about accepting things which will enhance my life, or help me grow my business. It's easiest if I can point to some way where "he'll get his money's worth out of this", but when someone gives me SpaFinder gift certificates so I can get a massage... well... there's not a lot there except for me to relax and enjoy myself, is there?
I'm working on it. I'm better. I'm down to only about 20% of the time now where I think "What the hell am I doing? What they hell are they doing? What the hell should I do when they wake up and regret this?!?" That's an improvement - at first it was more like 80%...
This is good for me. It's good for me to stretch and grow and learn how to do new things, like enjoy getting gifts without feeling guilty or indebted.
Thank you, gentlemen who have been getting me gifts. Thank you very much for the gifts, and thank you very much for helping me grow. /blowkiss
Since I have a cam now, I made little videos of myself opening everything I've gotten in the past week. I figure it's good advertisement for my new cam listing too, right? I mean, just making a bunch of videos of myself isn't completely narcissistic, is it?
(Dear Inner Modest and Shy Girl: Please try to just keep your eyes closed more. All I can really offer you is denial. Sorry. Love, Galiana)
First: a thank you to the financial slave who bought me the camera, some Secrets In Lace lingerie, some amazing Carlos shoes, stuff to set up the Fuckatorium for cam, a new headset for cam calls, and some new hair / face stuff that I'm loving using. Here's me opening some of that (I didn't realize when I made it that Blogger would squish widescreen... sorry):
Then today, for Valentine's Day, I made 3 videos. The first was lingerie and pillowcases, and the chocolates my husband got me:
The second is 2 gifts I got in the mail, both of which make me feel good in different ways: the ItGetsBetter t-shirt, and a SpaFinder gift certificate.
And the last Valentine's Day gift-o-rama is a veritable boatload of stuff that will let me dress up and look a bit like a robot! I have a few fans in the technosexual / fembot fetish community who want me on video or cam. I'm still working on my movements, and not ready to demo those yet, but now I have clothes! /squee
I look happy in all these videos, and grateful, and both of things are true: I am both happy and grateful for them. And at the same time, I'm a tiny bit overwhelmed.
Remember at the end of A Streetcar Named Desire when Blanche tells the man who's coming to take her away that she has "always relied on the kindness of strangers"? I haven't. Not a bit. I've always relied on myself, always had a hard time asking for help, and always been stubbornly insistent on valuing *people* over *things*. I gave gifts much more freely and graciously than I accepted them.
And now I find myself in the position of completely relying on the kindness of strangers, and having to figure out how to be gracious about accepting things which will enhance my life, or help me grow my business. It's easiest if I can point to some way where "he'll get his money's worth out of this", but when someone gives me SpaFinder gift certificates so I can get a massage... well... there's not a lot there except for me to relax and enjoy myself, is there?
I'm working on it. I'm better. I'm down to only about 20% of the time now where I think "What the hell am I doing? What they hell are they doing? What the hell should I do when they wake up and regret this?!?" That's an improvement - at first it was more like 80%...
This is good for me. It's good for me to stretch and grow and learn how to do new things, like enjoy getting gifts without feeling guilty or indebted.
Thank you, gentlemen who have been getting me gifts. Thank you very much for the gifts, and thank you very much for helping me grow. /blowkiss
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Mistaken Identities
Public Service Announcement (PSA) from your friendly neighborhood Phone Sex Operator (PSO):
Please keep in mind that your PSO is not told your identity / user name when you call, and cannot look it up until the call has been connected for at least a few seconds, and then only if she is at her computer and logged in to the right page, which is not always the case.
"Mistaken Identity" mishaps can possibly occur.
For example, if yesterday's call to the new Role Playing listing involved me being transformed from a physiologically normal human woman into a freakish sexbot with a 12-inch cock, testicles the size of grapefruit, and breasts the size of basketballs... then today when you call the same listing and tell me you're the robot guy but you didn't expect to be able to call again so soon, I may not immediately remember that a few days ago, you and I enjoyed a leisurely transformation fantasy where I wrapped you in a nanotech bodysuit and seduced you into joining me in post-human bliss. I may get confused and spend the first few minutes spouting phrases which would seem illogically inconsistent with our experiences together thus far.
Or if you have a delicious, sweet, gentle voice and identify yourself by only your first name, I may forget the luscious, slow, playful masturbation I guided you through last week, which caused me to record the note "happiest friendliest teasing masturbation ever", and may instead assume you are a frequent cross-dressing caller by the same name who considers herself a lesbian, but likes taking my strap-on. I could possibly then bafflingly ask you what you're wearing and refer to your genitalia by gender-switched pronouns.
I mean... of course those didn't both happen to me today. Back-to-back. That would just be horrible and unprofessional and mortifying. Don't be ridiculous. Of course not.
/facepalm
But to be on the safe side, to ensure that I will not involve you in someone else's fantasies and send you someone else's energy... please feel free to identify yourself by your user name as well as your first name, since the user name is unique in the system, and that's what I track on my spreadsheets for calls and feedback. Because "IHaveAPhoner" or "pkb216" are extraordinarily unlikely to confuse me. Or, equally effectively, you may work out a simple code name with me like "John in Missoula" or "Two-Hand Pete".
You know, not that it's a problem or anything, but it may work to your advantage if I were inexplicably confused one day...
(side note: I don't have callers with any of those names, but I'm irrationally amused by, and therefore proud of, "IHaveAPhoner"... Get it? It's like IHaveABoner but for phone sex? /giggle Wow, I'm a dork today)
This concludes our quarterly PSO PSA. Thank you for your attention.
Please keep in mind that your PSO is not told your identity / user name when you call, and cannot look it up until the call has been connected for at least a few seconds, and then only if she is at her computer and logged in to the right page, which is not always the case.
"Mistaken Identity" mishaps can possibly occur.
For example, if yesterday's call to the new Role Playing listing involved me being transformed from a physiologically normal human woman into a freakish sexbot with a 12-inch cock, testicles the size of grapefruit, and breasts the size of basketballs... then today when you call the same listing and tell me you're the robot guy but you didn't expect to be able to call again so soon, I may not immediately remember that a few days ago, you and I enjoyed a leisurely transformation fantasy where I wrapped you in a nanotech bodysuit and seduced you into joining me in post-human bliss. I may get confused and spend the first few minutes spouting phrases which would seem illogically inconsistent with our experiences together thus far.
Or if you have a delicious, sweet, gentle voice and identify yourself by only your first name, I may forget the luscious, slow, playful masturbation I guided you through last week, which caused me to record the note "happiest friendliest teasing masturbation ever", and may instead assume you are a frequent cross-dressing caller by the same name who considers herself a lesbian, but likes taking my strap-on. I could possibly then bafflingly ask you what you're wearing and refer to your genitalia by gender-switched pronouns.
I mean... of course those didn't both happen to me today. Back-to-back. That would just be horrible and unprofessional and mortifying. Don't be ridiculous. Of course not.
/facepalm
But to be on the safe side, to ensure that I will not involve you in someone else's fantasies and send you someone else's energy... please feel free to identify yourself by your user name as well as your first name, since the user name is unique in the system, and that's what I track on my spreadsheets for calls and feedback. Because "IHaveAPhoner" or "pkb216" are extraordinarily unlikely to confuse me. Or, equally effectively, you may work out a simple code name with me like "John in Missoula" or "Two-Hand Pete".
You know, not that it's a problem or anything, but it may work to your advantage if I were inexplicably confused one day...
(side note: I don't have callers with any of those names, but I'm irrationally amused by, and therefore proud of, "IHaveAPhoner"... Get it? It's like IHaveABoner but for phone sex? /giggle Wow, I'm a dork today)
This concludes our quarterly PSO PSA. Thank you for your attention.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Heartbreak and Phone Sex, Part IV
He found me through Fembot Central, on the recommendation of my first robot caller. We exchanged a few insightful emails about the nature of android fantasies, the immense variety among practitioners in the fetish, and the specifics that he preferred. His core fetish is about the reveal, in his words, the "sudden lurch into the artificial".
That last phrase illustrates what I've found so far in my recent immersion into the community of technosexuals: thoughtful communication, vivid imaginations and rich vocabularies.
When I think of the stereotype of men with a robot fetish, I think about Warren and Andrew and Johnathan in season six of Buffy: socially inept basement dwellers with delusions of grandeur and massive latent rage at being so misunderstood. And, y'know, some awesome funny quotes if you hang out with them long enough.
But as with all stereotypes and generalizations, the reality at an individual level is deeper, more complex. Unsurprisingly, more human.
I've only played with a few mech fetishists so far, so it is theoretically possible that I have only been with the best and brightest, but my experiences have been delightful. In fact, as a group, they are more adept at discussing and explaining their desires and preferences than the overall group of "all my callers", which I absolutely love; the more information I have, the better I feel like I can do.
Plus, their scenarios are fun and creative and varied. And, I admit it happily, they're fucking sexy. Let's see, I get to imagine myself as a sultry seductress with an insatiable appetite for carnal pleasures, in a 69 with an anatomically correct android who has been programmed to know how to make me climax most efficiently... what exactly would I find to dislike about that?
But I digress. This post is not about the alt.sex.fetish.robot gang as a group. This post is about one man, one story, and my unexpectedly broken heart which has driven me to write, in hopes that maybe I can find a way to stop intermittently bursting into tears from the cinematic images that will not leave my mind.
We set up a simple fantasy that didn't necessarily involve sex, but did involve an identity reveal: My name is Alexandra, and I've been his best friend since we were 14 and 15, through high school and college and getting our first jobs. I was sick a while back and went incommunicado for a few months, but I got better and he didn't think anything of it (which is when the original Alexandra was replaced with a robot replica without his knowledge). He started dating a new girl at the beginning of January, and if we talk too long about her, I'm likely to overload out of jealousy (with details of what kinds of malfunctions he enjoys), because I was made to want to be with him.
I was now two people: Galiana-me, the role player, who wanted to enjoy myself and give him the best experience possible, and Alexandra-me, also known as "the Alexandra replica", a robot girl who loves him.
Galiana-me expected the call to focus around Alexandra-me's desire for him, my malfunctions, and maybe the pleasure programming I had been waiting so long to reveal to him. I expected him to have been harboring a secret crush on me, to be excited by the idea of having a robot girlfriend, and for his surprise to quickly be replaced by lust.
We started that way, bantering easily about our jobs and his new girlfriend, and as it became clear that he was happy with her, I spoke increasingly erratically until I started stuttering, repeating myself, and eventually errored out. While I was in robot mode, restarting my emotion programs, I explained calmly that I was a robot, and asked if he wanted to reactivate my human mode with emotions activated. He chose yes. I restarted, sounding hesitant and apologetic, looking forward to following his lead into sexy time.
"Where is my friend?"
His voice was level, but shaking, the way voices get when someone is using every ounce of their energy to keep themselves from yelling. I... I did't know what happened, I wasn't given that informa....
"What happened to my friend?" They didn't put that in my memory banks, I had no way to...
"Find out. Now." Alexandra-me scrambled to figure out a way to hack into the memory stores, possibly without being detected, and retrieved the information.
At that moment, I realized that Galiana-me simply could not bear the thought of the original Alexandra having been killed. The shock and anger in his voice was too great as it was, I couldn't add danger to that. Or I didn't want to. I didn't want him to feel any more pain than he had to.
So Alexandra-me broke the news to him, with her own voice shaking, and emotional programming threatening to overload, that the original Alexandra had gotten sick. It was natural. She just got sick. She knew she was dying. And she knew the super-secret android lab she worked for could program a replica for her, to replace her, and to continue on with the groundbreaking AI work she had started.
And when she built her own replacement from her memories and her emotional makeup, inevitably, it loved him.
He was furious. Stunned. Incredulous. He lashed out at me, bruisingly firing questions which forced a few resets of my emotional centers as I apologized for letting him find out this way, and tried to tell him what I knew. Yes, her parents knew, but nobody else. No, she wasn't killed, I promise. Yes, she chose to put together this replica. Yes, it was as close to her as the original Alexandra could program.
"If I order you to do something, will you do it?" Yes, of course. "If I told you to program yourself to love someone else, could you do it?" Yes, I could try, but it seems so ingrained, the probability of success is extremely... "Do it. It's a command. Make yourself care for someone else, anyone else, I don't care. Just do it."
Alexandra-me complied, searching through my programming to replace my love for him, and found the impulses buried at the center of all my emotions, and some of my logic. The malfunctions started quickly, growing in severity, until a shut-down was becoming inevitable. As the garbled speech was tumbling out of my sound card, one sharp, pained cry made it out through the mess: his name, the nickname I called him, the nickname that he only allowed me to call him, my own special name for him, a desperate plea for help.
I heard his breath catch.
"Cancel order."
Oh, thank God. Relief and order came back to Alexandra-me as I restored my original programming, and I begged him not to do that to me again. He promised he wouldn't. But he had a new order for me, "Forget you ever told me that you are a robot."
Hi! It's so good to hear your voice. I thought you were avoiding me since you have a new girlfriend now. No, I don't feel tired, why, do I sound tired? Yes, I absolutely should recharge, you're right, a movie maybe, or read some classic sci-fi... What, what do you mean you wouldn't want my mainframe to get corrupted. What, what are you talking about? No, I, what? No, I, what? No, I... please stand by. Restarting emotional center...
He overloaded me twice before I cleared enough of my cache to ask him what he was doing to me, why he sounded so angry, and what he wanted, before I overloaded again. Alexandra-me, without my emotional program activated, the robot-mode version of Alexandra-me, asked if he wanted to restore the memory of the revelation of the robot identity, and my emotional center.
Yes, he said, because "I don't want to talk with you." The way he said you sent shivers down Galiana's spine, as if he had to spit the bitter word out between his teeth before it poisoned him. I ached to reach through the phone and wrap him in my arms for comfort.
Alexandra-me restarted, temporarily stabilized, but deeply concerned. We both took a long, deep breath.
So. We can't make me, it, her, whatever I am... we can't make me stop loving you. And we can't erase the memory from me, because you can't pretend you don't know. So. What do we do?
He needs time to process. Of course. We will talk again, later. Oh, good. That's good. I should email him with details if I find out anything else from the main data source. Yes. Absolutely. I will.
"Alexandra?"
"Yes?"
"Wherever she is, whatever part of you is her, I love you."
Well, so much for holding on bravely and not crying like a little girl... "I love you too. I love you so much."
And as soon as I hung up, I knew. I knew why she hadn't told him she was dying.
She couldn't bear the thought of telling him goodbye.
Sometimes, when you act, or when you write, you fall in love with characters as they tell you their stories. So, Alexandra, welcome to my heart. That's Megan on your left, Camille on your right...
What? Of course I know the nickname you call him. Of course I remember that you're the only one allowed to call him that. Oh. No. Of course not, Alexandra, of course not... No, I won't tell anyone else what it is. I can tell the story without telling them your name for him. I promise. Your secrets are safe with me. You get some rest now.
Oh, no, really, love, honestly: Thank you.
That last phrase illustrates what I've found so far in my recent immersion into the community of technosexuals: thoughtful communication, vivid imaginations and rich vocabularies.
When I think of the stereotype of men with a robot fetish, I think about Warren and Andrew and Johnathan in season six of Buffy: socially inept basement dwellers with delusions of grandeur and massive latent rage at being so misunderstood. And, y'know, some awesome funny quotes if you hang out with them long enough.
But as with all stereotypes and generalizations, the reality at an individual level is deeper, more complex. Unsurprisingly, more human.
I've only played with a few mech fetishists so far, so it is theoretically possible that I have only been with the best and brightest, but my experiences have been delightful. In fact, as a group, they are more adept at discussing and explaining their desires and preferences than the overall group of "all my callers", which I absolutely love; the more information I have, the better I feel like I can do.
Plus, their scenarios are fun and creative and varied. And, I admit it happily, they're fucking sexy. Let's see, I get to imagine myself as a sultry seductress with an insatiable appetite for carnal pleasures, in a 69 with an anatomically correct android who has been programmed to know how to make me climax most efficiently... what exactly would I find to dislike about that?
But I digress. This post is not about the alt.sex.fetish.robot gang as a group. This post is about one man, one story, and my unexpectedly broken heart which has driven me to write, in hopes that maybe I can find a way to stop intermittently bursting into tears from the cinematic images that will not leave my mind.
We set up a simple fantasy that didn't necessarily involve sex, but did involve an identity reveal: My name is Alexandra, and I've been his best friend since we were 14 and 15, through high school and college and getting our first jobs. I was sick a while back and went incommunicado for a few months, but I got better and he didn't think anything of it (which is when the original Alexandra was replaced with a robot replica without his knowledge). He started dating a new girl at the beginning of January, and if we talk too long about her, I'm likely to overload out of jealousy (with details of what kinds of malfunctions he enjoys), because I was made to want to be with him.
I was now two people: Galiana-me, the role player, who wanted to enjoy myself and give him the best experience possible, and Alexandra-me, also known as "the Alexandra replica", a robot girl who loves him.
Galiana-me expected the call to focus around Alexandra-me's desire for him, my malfunctions, and maybe the pleasure programming I had been waiting so long to reveal to him. I expected him to have been harboring a secret crush on me, to be excited by the idea of having a robot girlfriend, and for his surprise to quickly be replaced by lust.
We started that way, bantering easily about our jobs and his new girlfriend, and as it became clear that he was happy with her, I spoke increasingly erratically until I started stuttering, repeating myself, and eventually errored out. While I was in robot mode, restarting my emotion programs, I explained calmly that I was a robot, and asked if he wanted to reactivate my human mode with emotions activated. He chose yes. I restarted, sounding hesitant and apologetic, looking forward to following his lead into sexy time.
"Where is my friend?"
His voice was level, but shaking, the way voices get when someone is using every ounce of their energy to keep themselves from yelling. I... I did't know what happened, I wasn't given that informa....
"What happened to my friend?" They didn't put that in my memory banks, I had no way to...
"Find out. Now." Alexandra-me scrambled to figure out a way to hack into the memory stores, possibly without being detected, and retrieved the information.
At that moment, I realized that Galiana-me simply could not bear the thought of the original Alexandra having been killed. The shock and anger in his voice was too great as it was, I couldn't add danger to that. Or I didn't want to. I didn't want him to feel any more pain than he had to.
So Alexandra-me broke the news to him, with her own voice shaking, and emotional programming threatening to overload, that the original Alexandra had gotten sick. It was natural. She just got sick. She knew she was dying. And she knew the super-secret android lab she worked for could program a replica for her, to replace her, and to continue on with the groundbreaking AI work she had started.
And when she built her own replacement from her memories and her emotional makeup, inevitably, it loved him.
He was furious. Stunned. Incredulous. He lashed out at me, bruisingly firing questions which forced a few resets of my emotional centers as I apologized for letting him find out this way, and tried to tell him what I knew. Yes, her parents knew, but nobody else. No, she wasn't killed, I promise. Yes, she chose to put together this replica. Yes, it was as close to her as the original Alexandra could program.
"If I order you to do something, will you do it?" Yes, of course. "If I told you to program yourself to love someone else, could you do it?" Yes, I could try, but it seems so ingrained, the probability of success is extremely... "Do it. It's a command. Make yourself care for someone else, anyone else, I don't care. Just do it."
Alexandra-me complied, searching through my programming to replace my love for him, and found the impulses buried at the center of all my emotions, and some of my logic. The malfunctions started quickly, growing in severity, until a shut-down was becoming inevitable. As the garbled speech was tumbling out of my sound card, one sharp, pained cry made it out through the mess: his name, the nickname I called him, the nickname that he only allowed me to call him, my own special name for him, a desperate plea for help.
I heard his breath catch.
"Cancel order."
Oh, thank God. Relief and order came back to Alexandra-me as I restored my original programming, and I begged him not to do that to me again. He promised he wouldn't. But he had a new order for me, "Forget you ever told me that you are a robot."
Hi! It's so good to hear your voice. I thought you were avoiding me since you have a new girlfriend now. No, I don't feel tired, why, do I sound tired? Yes, I absolutely should recharge, you're right, a movie maybe, or read some classic sci-fi... What, what do you mean you wouldn't want my mainframe to get corrupted. What, what are you talking about? No, I, what? No, I, what? No, I... please stand by. Restarting emotional center...
He overloaded me twice before I cleared enough of my cache to ask him what he was doing to me, why he sounded so angry, and what he wanted, before I overloaded again. Alexandra-me, without my emotional program activated, the robot-mode version of Alexandra-me, asked if he wanted to restore the memory of the revelation of the robot identity, and my emotional center.
Yes, he said, because "I don't want to talk with you." The way he said you sent shivers down Galiana's spine, as if he had to spit the bitter word out between his teeth before it poisoned him. I ached to reach through the phone and wrap him in my arms for comfort.
Alexandra-me restarted, temporarily stabilized, but deeply concerned. We both took a long, deep breath.
So. We can't make me, it, her, whatever I am... we can't make me stop loving you. And we can't erase the memory from me, because you can't pretend you don't know. So. What do we do?
He needs time to process. Of course. We will talk again, later. Oh, good. That's good. I should email him with details if I find out anything else from the main data source. Yes. Absolutely. I will.
"Alexandra?"
"Yes?"
"Wherever she is, whatever part of you is her, I love you."
Well, so much for holding on bravely and not crying like a little girl... "I love you too. I love you so much."
And as soon as I hung up, I knew. I knew why she hadn't told him she was dying.
She couldn't bear the thought of telling him goodbye.
Sometimes, when you act, or when you write, you fall in love with characters as they tell you their stories. So, Alexandra, welcome to my heart. That's Megan on your left, Camille on your right...
What? Of course I know the nickname you call him. Of course I remember that you're the only one allowed to call him that. Oh. No. Of course not, Alexandra, of course not... No, I won't tell anyone else what it is. I can tell the story without telling them your name for him. I promise. Your secrets are safe with me. You get some rest now.
Oh, no, really, love, honestly: Thank you.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
First Formspring: Fembot Question!
I got my first Formspring question! Yay! Someone reads my blog and wants my Inner AttentionSlut to be happy! Thank you!
For your edification, here is the first question (and my answer). I'm so happy!
My android role plays are much like any other role play I do, in that they are driven by my partner's lust.
The one fembot caller so far has leaned towards having an emotionless, plastic-and-metal stiff-motion sexbot with removable access panels, who follows explicit commands and tends to play with other female androids who are in human mode (don't know they're androids).
But I could see a ton of ways to adjust: I could not know I was an android, my partner could not know, I could malfunction, I could be reprogrammed from more mundane uses to be a sexbot, my voice could more/less monotone/expressionless... the possibilities are endless!
So before I jumped into a new ASFR role play with someone, I'd need to uncover their preferences.
Well, except one thing isn't negotiable: I do like hearing that I'm the perfect woman!!
For your edification, here is the first question (and my answer). I'm so happy!
As a (very shy) reader of your blog and android enthusiast, I'd like to hear your take on robot fetishes. It seems new to you, but what's your angle? How do you play the horny fembot?Hi Shy Reader! Thanks for coming out & asking my first Formspring question!
My android role plays are much like any other role play I do, in that they are driven by my partner's lust.
The one fembot caller so far has leaned towards having an emotionless, plastic-and-metal stiff-motion sexbot with removable access panels, who follows explicit commands and tends to play with other female androids who are in human mode (don't know they're androids).
But I could see a ton of ways to adjust: I could not know I was an android, my partner could not know, I could malfunction, I could be reprogrammed from more mundane uses to be a sexbot, my voice could more/less monotone/expressionless... the possibilities are endless!
So before I jumped into a new ASFR role play with someone, I'd need to uncover their preferences.
Well, except one thing isn't negotiable: I do like hearing that I'm the perfect woman!!
Friday, January 7, 2011
Cucks and Robots and Hypnosluts, Oh My!
This crazy unpredictable job... What a week! Since last weekend:
First I had new inquiries and a new caller after David (of Twitter's @hotwives) tweeted about me. They were, as one might expect, mostly interested in cuckold fantasies, so I've been getting my fill (pun intended) of raw, rough sex with generously hung studs of every race. Delicious!
Then I had two fantastic long ASFR role-play (robot girl) calls with a techno-sexual, who generously added my name and picture and info to the FembotWiki phone sex page! How fun is that? Answer: way more fun than you might think. I spent most of Tuesday night browsing around the wiki, and Fembot Central, thoroughly enjoying the crash course in techno-sexual lingo. I need to take a better fembot picture for people who find me there...
Then two submissives have found me (one via Twitter and one via NiteFlirt), wanting to be put into a hypnoslave cycle of devotion, stimulation, and orgasm denial. I'll admit, even though I felt like a sexually powerful woman before I started doing erotic hypnotherapy, it's been quite a power trip to bring someone to the point of begging desperately to be allowed to climax, and then draining the erotic energy out of them just as easily as I built it up.
So I took a break tonight to have dinner out of the house with my husband, and realized my head was a little swirly from having such completely different energies - it's not unusual for things to happen in themes, but it is unusual to have three themes at once! So I did some centering / meditating / praying to clear out my psyche, napped for an hour, and woke up all clear, refreshed, and ready to rumble. Bring on the mind-controlling cuckolding androids!
First I had new inquiries and a new caller after David (of Twitter's @hotwives) tweeted about me. They were, as one might expect, mostly interested in cuckold fantasies, so I've been getting my fill (pun intended) of raw, rough sex with generously hung studs of every race. Delicious!
Then I had two fantastic long ASFR role-play (robot girl) calls with a techno-sexual, who generously added my name and picture and info to the FembotWiki phone sex page! How fun is that? Answer: way more fun than you might think. I spent most of Tuesday night browsing around the wiki, and Fembot Central, thoroughly enjoying the crash course in techno-sexual lingo. I need to take a better fembot picture for people who find me there...
Then two submissives have found me (one via Twitter and one via NiteFlirt), wanting to be put into a hypnoslave cycle of devotion, stimulation, and orgasm denial. I'll admit, even though I felt like a sexually powerful woman before I started doing erotic hypnotherapy, it's been quite a power trip to bring someone to the point of begging desperately to be allowed to climax, and then draining the erotic energy out of them just as easily as I built it up.
So I took a break tonight to have dinner out of the house with my husband, and realized my head was a little swirly from having such completely different energies - it's not unusual for things to happen in themes, but it is unusual to have three themes at once! So I did some centering / meditating / praying to clear out my psyche, napped for an hour, and woke up all clear, refreshed, and ready to rumble. Bring on the mind-controlling cuckolding androids!
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Robot Girl
A new caller had a new role play for me yesterday: sex android robot girl. He asked if I'd done the fantasy before, and I said "Absolutely!" even though I've only done it off-phone, and only for limited amounts of time before the scene broke apart into non-robot-like fucking.
The caller was very specific with me about what he wanted: mindless, robotic monotone, obviously not a human, configured for sexual pleasure. I think my favorite detail was that my vaginal lubrication was available to be configured in different flavors! How awesome would that be!
I had such a great time setting up with him, as the Super Sex Android Galiana: configuring my settings to make my hips sway more when I walked, downloading naughty programs, putting makeup on my removable face plate, and dressing in pretty things. The other robot in the lab was programmed to act more like a human woman, but man, did she ever have a thing for android girls! Her evaluation of whether or not to purchase me might have included some exploration of the sex programming...
I loved it. Such fun!
The caller was very specific with me about what he wanted: mindless, robotic monotone, obviously not a human, configured for sexual pleasure. I think my favorite detail was that my vaginal lubrication was available to be configured in different flavors! How awesome would that be!
I had such a great time setting up with him, as the Super Sex Android Galiana: configuring my settings to make my hips sway more when I walked, downloading naughty programs, putting makeup on my removable face plate, and dressing in pretty things. The other robot in the lab was programmed to act more like a human woman, but man, did she ever have a thing for android girls! Her evaluation of whether or not to purchase me might have included some exploration of the sex programming...
I loved it. Such fun!
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