Sexy Girlfriend Machine

 
Sometimes you have to let go. That’s what I was told when my sweet, gentle and sexy girlfriend left me. She walked out, calling me a science-obsessed nerd and announcing that she was sick of placing second in my heart behind a test tube. Okay, that doesn’t make her sound especially sweet or gentle, but she was crying while she said it. 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  was just so busy coming up with this new simulation, I couldn’t focus on the fact I was about to be alone. The woman I loved left.  And I just watched her go.

By the time I got my head out of my lab, she’d been gone for months and moved on. She wouldn’t speak to me when I called to tell her I was sorry and to ask her to come back. True, it was months later. Granted, it should have been weeks, but still, I couldn’t believe she’d just moved on.

How to Get My Sexy Girlfriend Back

 
I thought, okay,  I would get her back, anyway.  My friends at the lab were doubtful. Be that as it may, I’m a problem solver. It’s what I do. It’s my life. So I tried to solve this one. I called my former girlfriend, went to see her and sent her gifts. Admittedly, all things I should have done before she left me. Still, I tried to be my former charming self,  the guy she fell in love with. Back then, I knew what a sexy girlfriend I had.

At this point now, she was with another man, the kind I no longer was.  Showing her that I was still that former man became my mission. I can always fix things, but it seemed like not this time. She stopped responding and eventually her new boyfriend threatened to kick my ass if I didn’t stop calling. She started talking about a restraining order (against me?!). I was shocked and honestly had no idea how to deal with the fact that I could not solve this problem.

Obsession is a dangerous thing, dangerous for everyone involved and just like any other obsessed person, I could not let this go. She had rejected me. Left me. No matter what I did or said she wouldn’t come back to me. Until now, I could always fix anything, but not this.
 

Solving the Problem: Creating My Own Sexy Girlfriend

It was just too bad she wasn’t one of our lab robots, the machines I build to do anything I want. They always work. And if something goes wrong, well, we just reboot it or shut it down, tweak it and start it back up. Everything runs smoothly. I’m in control. You see where this is going, don’t you? I’m a scientist who builds robots and likes control.

Then the scientist loses his girlfriend and becomes obsessed. It sounds like a bad science fiction movie, right? Well I’d like to tell you that I didn’t decide I could build a sexy girlfriend, better than the original, but I did. Not only did I decide that, but I succeeded. I  built a much better version of the live one.
 

Just a Few Minor Differences

 
My Girl, that’s what I called her because it sounded perfect and it was a pet name my sexy, former girlfriend always especially liked.  My Girl was gorgeous. I managed,  with some help from my team, to make her look almost exactly the same as the original. Synthetic skin is a miracle! She wasn’t quite exactly the same, because I made a few little adjustments. She has bigger breasts, her legs are a  little longer, and her lips a little fuller. I justified this by telling myself these were all things she’d have wanted done anyway.
 

Turning Each Other On

 
Once I turned her on, I knew I’d made the right decision.  She smiled, hugged me, and then gave me the longest, if slightly cool, kiss. I was happy. My cock was happy. I knew we’d have sex later and as an added plus, she’d be up for all the naughty, kinky stuff the real life version wasn’t into. I’d programmed her with every bit of naughty, sexy knowledge I could find from a program called Mistress.

Let me tell you up front, I thought My Girl was programmed to be a Mistress, the sexy boss of a bevy of men. Little did I know the program had been uploaded by one of the females in our company, who was a true Mistress. A Goddess, Domme, Fem Dom, a Dominatrix. Any of those words let me know she was not about to be my, or any man’s, sex toy.

I discovered this just after she tied me up and as she was showing me all the toy attachments she had and as she explained just exactly how she was going to use them on me. I was dizzy from the array of implements at her disposal. Part of me was nervous, but the cock part of me was very, very excited. I couldn’t wait to begin.
 

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