So you were wandering around the internet, looking at pictures of hot cyborgs and trying not to stare at pictures of women in the various versions of Princess Leia’s slave girl outfit, when you found us. Or maybe you were just looking for some sexy phone fun, something a little different that you usually do and found your way here. Either way, now you are here are phone sex machine, wondering what a Science Fiction fetish is all about. Still curious? Read more about the sci-fi fetish.
“Hello. I am the Mistress Machine EE-CAS-x1000. I am programmed with a variety of operating modes to suit your physical needs and sexual moods. I am equipped with a Turing Enchantrix 6942 processor and learning neural net with over 800 trillion possible connections. I will learn and adapt to accommodate your fantasy, fetish, and sexual daydreams. Please select an initial algorithm.” Read more about the Mistress Machine.
You can have anything you desire.” That was what the sign said. I read it every day as I stepped out of the subway on my way to work. At first I read it laughing, thinking about how flexible truth in advertising really was, I mean honestly, “anything you desire”? That’s just not possible. I told my co-workers who laughed as well, except for one. He just shrugged and said, “You never know.” He was the weirdo, sci fi geek in the group. Always going to conventions and watching movies about how advanced we’re going to be in the future. He’s a fan of cloning and alien conspiracy theories, so I didn’t pay any attention to him. I should have. Read more Desires Incorporated.
Science Fiction is the ultimate in mystery. We at phone sex machine hear stories of aliens and robots, cloning and secret experiments. These stories tickle our imaginations, bringing them to life and making us wonder “What if…”. That “What if?” can also be incredibly intensive and tantalizing to some of us. We start to wonder what is really being done on those alien ships or just how it would feel to have something so unusual and wondrous happen to us that nothing else would compare. Read more about the origin of a sci-fi fetish.
So you see, none of this is my fault really. Even the times they’ve called me “cock tease”, acting upset they didn’t leave. They stayed and waited and I took what I needed, encouraging them to stroke the meat between their legs. Cocks. Cock tease. Funny really that they think I am only teasing them when I walk away. They don’t know that I’m luring them away into the dark, away from their friends. Men follow me so easily, they assume it’s safe, because of the way I look. Sweet, young, innocent but I’m not, oh no, I’m not at all. I am more dangerous than they know. Read more Space Vampire: She Walks the Night.
What looked back at me did not have human eyes. For all of the female beauty of the body, this thing’s eyes were that of a machine. I could hear the tiny gears grinding as its eyes focused and moved down my shivering body. The sound stopped as she stared at my throbbing cock. It smiled then, a soft sensual smile, in direct contrast with those robot eyes. My body was still reacting to her or it, even though I was terrified and confused, my cock just seemed to have a mind of its own. Read more Used by a She-Bot.
Fucking in zero gravity is more challenging than one might think. You have to have some kind of help, whether it’s the wall of sleeping cabin, or the straps that are on the bed to keep you from floating out while you sleep. It can be great, if you’re into kinky things, or pretty mundane if you’re just a “missionary man.” Read more about Space Station Sexcapades.
Sometimes you have to let go. That’s what I was told when my sweet gentle girlfriend left me. She walked out calling me a science obsessed nerd and announcing that she was sick of being second in my heart to a test tube. Okay, that doesn’t make her sound especially sweet or gentle, but she was crying while she said it and we had been through the long talks already, so I’m sure leaving seemed like the only choice she had. I wanted to tell her I was sorry, I’m sure I said that, but I just was so busy coming up with this new simulation that I couldn’t really focus on the fact I was about to be alone. The woman I loved left and I just watched her go. Read more about My Girlfriend Machine.
I am good looking, but I don’t really know how to talk to women, much less get them to let me fuck them. I’ve hired high end prostitutes and call girls which got me off, but I can’t keep doing that because I am lawyer in a huge firm in Los Angeles and if I get caught with a call girl my career is over, even if I paid a million dollars for her company. So I saved up my money and bought a CyFem. A CyFem is, simply put, an automated sex toy. They look a lot like sex dolls, but they are computerized. Depending on how much you want to pay, they can come with the ability to walk and talk on demand. I had mine made especially for me. I chose everything about her, from her hair color to her height to her intelligence quotient. It took me months and most of my 401K to get her just right. Read all about my new Cyber Female.
However did you end up here at The Institute? Oh, wait, let me look at your intake form. I see, you’re Mistress wife sent you here so she could find out just what your deepest, darkest fetish secret was, did she? Many Femdoms do that you know, send their slaves here, so we can properly train them. Continue reading The Fetish Machine.
She came in several large cardboard boxes. Although the advertisement in the men’s magazine assured that she was easy to assemble, there was a hardback book with 200 pages of instructions. The boxes were numbered and the book was packed at the top of the box numbered 1. On the front of the jacket read “READ ME FIRST! YOUR NEW GIRL MAY NOT WORK CORRECTLY IF YOU DON’T READ INSTRUCTIONS FIRST!” I took their word for it, considering how much I had just paid to get her. I had read on the internet that this was absolutely true. The reviews had vaguely alluded to “bad results” if the instructions weren’t followed. Read more about building the perfect woman.
You wake up, hundreds of years removed from your last memory. A team of skilled doctors were unable to save you, such a long time ago. A little freezing, a little preserving, and with a promise and a prayer they stored you until one day you could return to the world to be healed by future doctors and live among future generations of man. But as you open your eyes for the first time in hundreds of years, what have you returned to? The hum of machines. Lights and conduits and panels and bulkheads. The distant roar of what can only be massive engines pervades the air. You turn your head slowly. Streaks of white dots slide outside of a porthole window against an inky canvas of black. Stars? But where are you, and where are you going? Read more Waking Up: BDSM in the Future.
She didn’t take me seriously. Never does. She leapt from the bed, her olive skin glistening in the pale blue light. I could see her run a ruby-red ident card through a hacked credit reader. She turned and smiled, clamping into place two silver bracelets, one on each wrist. A light on each one winked as they activated. Read more about the Transformation.
There was an accident not so long ago. One where my girlfriend was injured quite badly and honestly it was touch and go for awhile. We were lucky though, a doctor was visiting from a facility I’d never heard of who was doing some amazing experimental work with regeneration and robotics. I know you’re thinking this sounds like the bionic woman or something and it kindof is. Read more about my bionic girlfriend.
I bought her on a Thursday and my heart stood still. I saw her in the window of the department store on my lunch hour. I wasn’t looking for a Companion at that time. I could say that it was the furthest thing from my mind. Nevertheless, she was a high end Companion, one of the newest models. Read more about my companion robot.
I once dated a girl who told me she was a robot— and she was! I met her one day when I was in college. I wasn’t really looking for a girlfriend…well yes I was, but I didn’t expect to meet someone who would change my life forever. Read more about my girlfriend the futuristic humanoid sex kitten.
You know the truth. Sometimes women talk too much. And it’s usually in bed, right when you’re feeling up her tits and all you’ve got on your mind is cunt and cum. She’ll whine about how you don’t out take the trash or spend enough time with her. Blah-blah-blah. You wish she would just zip-it before she makes your dick go limp. It’s times like this that you’d rather be doing a blow up doll. Read more about why robosex is for you.
I watch her move as she combs her hair in front of the mirror of our bathroom. If I live with her for the rest of my life I will never get tired of watching her move. She’s the first fully human, non bionic woman I’ve ever been around and she chose me! I still can’t believe that she is with me now and wants to stay. Read nmore about My Real Woman Robot.