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he mentioned a robot collar and a cable leash and i can't get it out of my head
him digging inside me , tugging on wires , ripping them out , coolant getting everywhere
he's got a million different things plugged into me making my processors run slowly and stupidly
and yet the second i stop looking at him , the second i stop paying attention to him or begging him to keep going or thanking him for using his digits on me ...
he tugs on the leash and forces me to use any remaining processing power i have to focus on him , asking me who owns me . asking me who gave me the gift of my mechanical body . asking me who gave me the privilege to be feeling the pain and pleasure i'm feeling right now . stopping all movement until i whine and whimper and manage to cry out his name
and then he calls me his good girl , his perfect creation , his divinity , and the cycle repeats for HOURS
I'm gonna do a little bit more than that 😈😈😈