Sci-Fi Fetish Erotica
“Hello. I am the Mistress Machine EE-CAS-x1000. In order to best suit your physical needs and sexual moods, I am programmed with a variety of operating modes. Additionally, I am equipped with a Turing Enchantrix 6942 processor and neural net with over 800 trillion possible connections. In other words, 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. Read more Desires Incorporated.
I bought her on a Thursday and my heart stood still. It was on my lunch hour when I saw her in the window of the department store. At that time, I wasn’t looking for an Erotic Companion. I can say that it was the furthest thing from my mind. Nevertheless, she was a High End Companion, one of the newest models. My New Erotic Companion tells the tale of a man discovering his perfect mate.
Science Fiction is the ultimate in mystery. We all 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 intense 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 to it. Read more about the origin of a sci-fi fetish.
“You’re bored with me, aren’t you?” I opened my eyes from a faint slumber and bent my neck slightly, glancing at her on the bed next to me. “Ain’t that,” I lied, just a little. “Just tired is all.” I reached over to turn off the electric blue glow of the faux-moon lights. At the same time, her hand stopped me, gently, one red-nailed fingertip tracing an arc down the back of my bare arm. “I can transform for you…” she breathed. Read The Transformation for a twist ending.
This doctor was doing some amazing experimental work with regeneration and robotics. I know you’re thinking this sounds like the bionic woman or something. She isn’t super fast now and there isn’t one super arm, but they did use some implants that the doctor said we might notice. Continue the tale of the Bionic Girlfriend.
You know the truth. Sometimes real 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 take out 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 about Why Robosex Is For You.
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.
At one time, I dated a girl who said she was a sex kitten robot— and she was! We met one day when I was in college. I wasn’t really looking for a girlfriend. Well, yes, I was. To be sure, I didn’t expect to meet someone who would change my life forever. Keep reading for the tale of the Humanoid Sex Kitten Robot From The Future.
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 it 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 it, or her. 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 a wall of the 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. 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. At the same time, I was just 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 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. 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. Your Mistress wife sent you here so she could find out just what your deepest, darkest fetish secret is, 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 me 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. Printed on the front of the jacket was 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. 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 mankind. You turn your head slowly. Streaks of white slide by outside a porthole window against an inky black canvas. Stars? But where are you, and where are you going? Read more Sci-Fi fetish erotica: Waking Up: BDSM in the Future.
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 real 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 about the Real Woman Robot.