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In his eyes I saw it: the actual reason for my being on my knees with his massive penis ruling my mouth like a literal rod of iron… the reason why I had to learn how to please a dominant man in that degrading way.
Not because the Institute had ‘recruited’ me—it was after all more like they had simply taken me because Selecta could do that sort of thing nowadays. Not because of what Master G had taught me about my sexuality, which had left me feeling in control, as if I could enjoy my submission or leave it alone, as if I couldplaywith it.
That hadn’t constituted a lie—or even, really, a misrepresentation. And what Master Hendryk had started to teach me didn’t contradict the idea that a submissive girl like me could find great pleasure in playing naughty dominance-and-submission games with a wide range of similarly inclined men and women. But confronted by my new owner’s individual version of dominance, his uncompromising will to humiliate me, to discipline me, to use me in whatever way pleased him best, I had begun to learn a much harder lesson, not from the outside in but from the inside out.
Play was fine, but true submission lay deeper, in a place of necessity where my master demanded my worship and I had no choice but to give it. In this way, with him filling my mouth with cock over and over, the head of his erection pushing against the back of my throat and demanding all my concentration to suppress my gag reflex.
With my face down and my ass up, for him to enjoy me along whichever path suited his fancy of the moment: to fill my hot, greedy pussy… to stretch my poor little anus even further than he already had… to whip me without mercy, the way he would now whip Candy.
I knew very well what Master Hendryk was waiting to hear from Candy. So simple: three syllables, and yet she hadn’t uttered them.
I felt his body tense, and I saw his eyes move to the side, as if to take aim at my artificial bed sister’s red bottom. I heard the terrifying sound of the cane whistling through the air, so close to where his hard cock moved in a steady rhythm between my lips and over my tongue. The impact, the unmistakablethwackat the end of theswishsounded in my ears, not as sharp as the smack of a spank with hand or paddle but much scarier. A split second later, Candy gave a pitiful yelp.
“One, Master,” she sobbed.
I felt my eyes go wide.What iswrongwith her?I wondered desperately.She’s supposed to be, like, a computer, right? How could she make that mistake? How could she try to make him forget what he had just said, the simple command to answer “Yes, Master”?
Master Hendryk’s eyes came back to mine. A surge of heat came into my face, because I saw so many things in that calm gaze I could hardly name them all. First, over everything else, I saw desire—no, more than desire… sheer lust. I saw how good my obedient mouth made his rigid manhood feel, and how resolutely he intended to use my body in every way and at every opportunity.
My master showed me in his face, in the set of his forehead, somehow, that he wanted me to know that, too: the man who owned me wanted to leave his prized bed girl in no doubt that he found her very enjoyable. Not merely as a sexual object, though. Master Hendryk’s gorgeous blue eyes said that, unlike any artificial concubine, specially created for a man’s sexual pleasure, a girl like me had something much more valuable—a mind of my own, that he had started to get to know, and even to…
Love.
My mind registered that emotion distantly, as important an emotion as it was, because my more immediate concern lay elsewhere—the part of the moment that seemed to make Master Hendryk slow the rhythm of the face-fucking he gave me, that seemed to evoke the other, more urgent element of his expression.
His eyes had narrowed, and I saw the left one give a little twitch. Not quite a wink, but the sort of half wink a person—especially, I thought, the kind of brilliant, masterful person I had already discovered my owner to be—gives when he has a difficult situation under control and he wants his collaborator to know it.
My chest filled with warmth as I managed to puzzle all that out, because the idea that Hendryk Vanderbruggen… the billionaire senior vice president of a vast, essential division at an enormous megacorp… had taken me not just as his sexual servant but as his partner—at least in this clearly vital mission… overwhelmed me with a sort of gratitude I hadn’t known I could feel.
The half wink meant he had figured it out. I knew that as if Master Hendryk had announced it to me in so many words. Something about Candy’s failure to sayYes, Masterhad told him what he needed to know.
“Candy,” he said, his gaze still fixed on mine, his massive cock still thrusting between my wide-open lips, “you know that didn’t count. And neither will this one.”
CHAPTER25
Hendryk
I lifted the cane and brought it down hard across Candy’s poor, sweet, bright red bottom. She cried out, her head rearing back, her hands clutching the legs of the whipping chair so hard I could see her knuckles go white. Two vivid double lines, deeper red outlined in paler pink, stretched across her trim backside.
Clear thinking posed a bit of a problem with my cock engulfed so pleasurably in Renee’s luscious mouth and her Institute-trained skill allowing deep thrusts to the soft back of her throat. A good portion of my dominant mind, driven by sheer alpha animal instinct, wanted to concentrate only on the heavenly sensation to be had inside the adorable open lips of the girl I had bought for pleasure alone, but had found so much more with.
That very enjoyment, though, and the way it related on the one hand to my growing love for Renee and on the other to what had happened with Candy, had brought the answer to the mystery into my mind. Without the velvet friction of Renee’s mouth around the thrusting shaft of my erect penis I couldn’t have seen it, because Candy’s malfunction depended, I had just realized, on the special pleasure I got from Renee.
Because I love her.
The artificial bed girl had realized it first—she must have, with her cutting-edge biometric sensors that could register skin galvanics and tiny fluctuations in the temperature of various parts of the human body. She had realized that her master had started to fall in love with his new, real concubine.
The assessment team who had monitored one of the first AI sexual servants had gotten it right, despite their own uncertainty. I knew about their report because they had cc’ed me, as head of the education division, since preparing the market for the eventual broad release of artificially intelligent bed girls would rely heavily on my work in public persuasion through subliminal education.
Despite the urgency of the moment and the multiplicity of erotic stimulation… the arousing sight of Candy’s bottom squirming and clenching as she tried to soothe a little of the pain… the even more alluring view of my rock-hard penis moving in and out of Renee’s sweet lips as she knelt, naked, in front of me… the sheer physical delight of her submissive reception of my cock balls-deep in her lovely mouth… despite all the distraction, I could call up the report’s most vivid phrases.
We are still at the beginning of our understanding of machine learning in the case of a machine in the form of an embodied submissive sexual servant. We do not yet know what will happen, for example, if an AI concubine with her jealousy parameter turned on senses her owner falling in love with another girl.
I hadn’t thought about it, because I had had no expectation of feeling anything for Renee that I didn’t feel for her artificial bed sister. I wouldn’t have remembered it even after I had turned Candy’s jealousy down, if Renee hadn’t heard Candy speaking in hexadecimal and I hadn’t noticed that the jealousy parameter had somehow gone back up.
I might not even have dredged those sentences up in my memory if Candy hadn’t refused to sayYes, Masterwhen I had told her she would count her cane strokes.
I lifted the cane again, my other hand gripping Renee’s head almost convulsively, so great was the pleasure inside her mouth and so strong the affection for her that seemed to throb in my heart. A way to test my theory, born of all those things—Candy’s discipline, the marvelous alloy of sex and love between Renee and me, the thrill of learning about our connection to each other as I taught her to feel her submission more and more deeply—had just occurred to me.
