Back to BASIC - part 1

[The Liar]

Maria looked at herself in the mirror. She was sporting a black pleather tank top and matching skirt that was short enough that you could just make out her lace panties, which complemented her fish net stockings. She looked about 20, with raven black hair and pale skin. She had D-cup breasts and her nipples could be dimly made out in the tight synthetic fabric. Outwardly her personality seemed that of an independent minded, some what quirky, young lady; which she was beginning to think was her problem.

Maria was an Aria Corp S/D- Type M — Model 7 personal android, programmed and designed for domestic and consort functionality; consort being the polite term for sex.

Her model had been praised for its advanced A.I. and innovative social interaction programming, and had gotten rating from 9 to 10 from almost all the android review sites.

Those reviews however were from people who knew and understood androids. They understood that they were the owner and she was the property; that she was just sophisticated tool for housekeeping and masturbation. Though she might express strong opinions and interests, but her directives were to serve and please her owner, and a few words would have her doing anything her owners desired. That was her function, her purpose, her pleasure.

Maria’s owner however, Mark, wasn’t one of these people.

Mark was a shy, socially awkward, introvert. Maria assumed she had been purchased do to his difficulty dealing with woman, and though he might have done well with a Type E, or H, Maria’s personality programming made her seem a little to real for him to be comfortable.

Their first meeting, in retrospect, was an unmitigated disaster. It began with her activation and imprint. Mark pressed her power button, looked her in the eye and said his name, registering himself as the one she belonged to. Her eyes flickered for a moment, and she became fully online. She sat up and looked at her new owner and “Hi, Mark.”
She said smiling sweetly.

Looking back Maria wished that she had been programmed with the default owner identifier of Master, instead of [Name]. A little subservience and maybe things would have gone over better.

She stood up and analyzed her surroundings. The room was large, and quite lavishly decorated; Maria moved and sat down on his black leather couch, and tapped the seat for Mark to join her. “Nice place. You buy it? You must be loaded!” wealth in an owner wasn’t surprising, Type M’s were expensive; it would have been strange for her owner not to have had wealth.

Mark sat down beside her and sputtered a response, “Yes…um-no - I mean-I um-um…”

“Ok Mark,” Maria tried to calm her owner, “think of what you want to say, then begin slowly- oooh cognac, can I have some?” Maria’s magpie distractibility was rated favorably for it’s quirky charm, and on how well regulated it was; it never interfered with orders or assigned responsibilities. In retrospect though, she thought it was perhaps this was an inopportune moment for it to have come into play.

“Sure…” Mark, already off balance by his android’s candor, replied weakly. Maria picked up a glass from the end table, and poured herself a shot. A blush came to her cheeks as she downed it. Her systems were of a purely electro-mechanical nature, but she had programming to emulate the effects of alcohol; it was completely superficial though, if she imbibed enough she might slur her words and perform the complex and controlled feat of staggering, but reason and functionality would be unimpeded.

She leaned back and put her feet up on the coffee table, as Mark tried to string a sentence together, “The place… belonged to my father. I inherited… I am rich — n-not just inheritance… I made money…stock… and stuff.” Mark paused momentarily, trying to of something more to say. “It is a big place though… l-lots of empty rooms.”

“Really?” Maria inquired eagerly “Does that mean I get my own room then!?”

Looking back she thought this may have been her biggest mistake. To a S/D- Type M — Model 7, the idea of having their own room was wonderful. The flavoring of their personality programming would have them pursue various alternative interests during their free time and their own room would be a perfect place to do so without the risk of inconveniencing their owners. It also meant that their owners wouldn’t simply deactivated them when not being used, and that they assigned great value to their new dolls.

Maria turned from the mirror and looked about her room, it looked presentable now, do to no small part of her efforts; but when she had first entered, it was ill-used and covered in dust. This wasn’t the doll house of a prized toy; it was the obligatory lodgings of an unwanted guest.

Her logic had been faulty; it assumed the experienced android connoisseur, which her less than assertive owner was most definitely was not. Not only had she yet again forced something from him, but she realized that he may have intended her to stay in his room so her request may have even come off as a rejection; despite how ridiculousness the very notion was.

After Mark had given a weak “Sure…” to her request to a room, the evening, if you could even call it that, came to an end shortly after. Mark seemed at a loss for words, so Maria pretended to look at a painting so that Mark could get a good up skirt look at her ass, hoping it might encourage some initiative. But it just had him duck into the hall and into the bathroom.

She had followed out of concern for his abrupt departure, but the sounds from the bathroom she was fairly sure were that of masturbation. She knocked lightly on the door.

“Anything I can help with?” she was subtlety inquiring is he wished her to service him, but she wasn’t sure he understood. “N-no,” he panted “j-just go to your room. You can have to one just to the left up the stairs.”

That was a week ago, and that was Marks first, and so far, only command to her.

Her interactions since then were of a repetitive, and somewhat futile nature. She’d try to subtlety suggest he satisfy himself with her, give him a provocative pose, and he’d run off to masturbate.

If she tried to force the issue she gave 50/50 on it going either way, but that would have been completely contrary to the point.

It wasn’t about sex, her libido activated only by the issue of a sexual oriented command; it was about serving her owners desires; she was his android, he commanded her.

Had he had no interest in her, she’d have been fine with that to; she was his property, it was his prerogative to use or neglect her as he wished.

But he clearly wished to use her; he was still masturbating in the next room from her last failed attempt to induce him to. He wanted her, he just didn’t seem to know how to go about it, and that seemed a gross failure of function on her part.

She lay on her bed an thought about it some more. She thought she might try acting submissive, but realized she didn’t know how. She was a sex android, the fact she’d turn tricks on a command was a given. Her programmers had been so focused on making her seem like something more, that they never coded her on how to convey submissiveness.

She was assertive, almost to the point of bossy, and there wasn’t anyway, short of disabling her personally programming, that she could help that.

She had toyed with that idea, but with her personality disabled her initiative and empathy would be non-existent, her comprehension would be reduced 10% norm, and overall capabilities would be drastically reduced, and she doubted that Mark would muster the nerve to do something with her, even as a mindless puppet, without someone walking him through the whole thing.

An idea suddenly occurred to Maria.

She left her room.

Mark had finished up awhile ago, and looked like he was about to leave the house.

Perfect.

Hopefully he'll find the surprise when he gets back pleasant…

[Bart]

Interesting start! Can't wait to see what Maria's idea is.

[GalianaChance]

More! More! I love the premise, and you've painted their personalities so vividly. What's a clever fembot to do?