Short Story: Robot Personality

Female's Point of View - Hypnosis - Mindless - Personalities - Robot Theme

I... I know what he is doing to me... What he is turning me into... And... I’m not sure I have the strength to resist...

That is, when I experience the rare occasions when my mind is my own again.

He still lets me think for myself sometimes. Not always, but enough to let me taste the difference. To let me realize just how complete his control over me is.

When we first started to play around with hypnosis, I didn’t realize that he would stumble upon one of my deeply hidden desires. In fact, it was so well hidden that I had almost forgot about it. Almost... I always knew I loved to be submissive and loved to role play different hypnosis kinks, but my deepest desire went a lot farther.

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And if I’m honest, I didn’t really think it was a fantasy I could ever indulge. It was impossible to think that hypnosis could bring me to a point where I could experience it. That it wouldn’t be some faked role playing but an intense experience where my mind was truly changed.

I even reasoned that if I someday by pure chance I found a way to try it, well that I was better off never going through with it. My fantasy was so complete that I feared what it would mean in the long run. 

And I was so right...

Now that I’ve tasted it. I can’t bring myself to refuse. I can’t bring myself to say no and stop this before it’s too late. I can’t bring myself to stop the transformation he is helping/forcing me to experience. With each shift in personality, I can feel my old self fading away. As if... My old self is only a convenient sub routine my new personality uses when I need to be out in public.

As if my current thoughts were just a pale imitation of the person I was.

My current awareness is so fleeting already...

I can feel myself yearn for his words. For his trigger... I long to hear the words that will make my mind revert to the person I was a few minutes ago. 

No... I can’t describe myself as a person. Not when I revert back to her. It would be more accurate to describe her as a robot. A Drone... 

A mindless sex bot.

I talk and act like I wasn’t made of flesh and bones, but of mechanical parts and silicon. Even my mind has started to respond like a computer. Other than obeying an order, I have no thoughts of my own. I have sub-routines that maintain my awareness levels to what he has instructed me to be.

And the scariest and most exciting part is the stand by mode...

I’m not sure how he did it, but when he orders me to switch to standby mode, my mind just shuts off. As if I’m in a trance. I can stay like that for hours. No thoughts. No desires. Just... Waiting... 

He took things slow in the beginning, but now, he knows I can’t fight it. He knows I’ll obey any order. He knows he can use me how ever he likes and I’ll never complain. I’m a robot and I exist to please him.

I don’t exist to please myself.

As such, he decided that his pet robot wouldn’t have the ability to cum. Ever. I can’t remember the last time I came. Was it months ago? I’m not sure... My memories are as clear as he lets me remember. Time means nothing when I’m in robot mode. 

Only my directives. Only his pleasure.

And as I’ve discovered last week, the pleasure of his close friends.

2 of them were here last weekend and he decided to trigger me while they were in the room. I couldn’t do one thing to resist as my mind reverted to my digital self. I had mixed feelings about the whole affaire once he released my mind the next morning, but as a robot, I didn’t feel embarrassed when he ordered me to strip.
I didn’t feel shocked when he ordered me to suck his cock in front of them. Or suck their cocks once I was done. 

I didn’t feel used or abused when the night evolved into a strange gang bang where they all took turns to fuck every one of my love holes. As my robot self, I was there for my Master’s entertainment and pleasure. And if pleasing his friends was what he wanted, it was what I wanted.

So it was hard to feel bad about it once it was all done. I didn’t feel anything while it happened. Nothing except the intense pleasure. The raw sexual tension that never released and makes me constantly horny.

I know that in a few weeks, I’ll barely spend a few hours a week as my former self. I’m aware that he plans to make me his permanent sex bot and that he’ll be sharing me with his guests as he sees fit.

I know and I can’t bring myself to resist it. 

​I know and I can’t wait...