Short Story: Charging Outlet

Male's Point of View - Brainwashing - Personalities - Robot Theme

“Yes Sir. Slave One will sit on the charging outlet and perform daily internal maintenance while recharging.”

I watched in utter satisfaction as Daisy mechanically walked over to the stool I had prepared and slowly sat herself down on the pair of dildos that were glued to it. She had to try a few times before she managed to get both inside herself at once, but she finally did and sank her body slowly onto them until both were deeply impaled in her fuck holes.
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She didn’t moan or show any signs of discomfort, she just sat with her back straight and lifted her head so she could look directly in front of her at the large television screen not 3 feet away. She didn’t really see it though. She was looking at a point located somewhere behind it.

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“Charging outlet connected and secure. Shutting down user interface and entering power charge mode. Running internal maintenance.”

“Excellent.” I said as I moved right next to the television.

I made sure not to stay directly in front of it and waited. After about a few seconds, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. 

And moaned.

“OOOH!!! FUUCCCKKK!” she exclaimed as her eyes snapped open. “GOD! What the hell?”

I smiled as I watched her wake up. It was always the same. She is so deliciously surprised to wake up with large rubber cocks up her pussy and ass. Then again... I do wipe her memory every every time I make her wake up like this just so I can keep enjoying it.

But that wasn’t the best part. That happens when she tried to stand up and get off said dildos.

I watched exquisite delight as she tried to get up. Her legs flexed and move to try to push herself off of the intruders. She always managed to rise a few inches before her legs gave out and she sank back on the seat. Impaling herself even more. Almost like clockwork, she then tried to gyrate and flex her legs to try and move away from the dildos, which only served to make them slip and twist inside her.

Sending her jolts of pleasure in the process.

“Oh god... I... I can’t get off!” she said, half afraid and half moaning.

“That’s completely normal. You are on your charging outlet my dear. We wouldn’t want you to get off before your charge was complete. That would damage your internal batteries.” I said.

I watched her blink a few times. 

“Internal battery? WHAT THE FUCK? I’m not some kind of robot!” she said as she looked at herself. “Woah... What am I wearing?”

“Your robot uniform.”

“Robot Uniform? No no... I’m not a robot!” she said as she really took in her outfit. “Especially not a some sort of sex robot! I’m a real person!” she said as she looked up at me.

I just smiled as I saw another wave of arousal hit her. Try as she might, she couldn’t resist the pleasurable sensation of being impaled so completely. 

“Really?” I finally said. “What is your name then?”

“Slave One.” she immediately said before blinking. “Wait... No... That’s not... I mean... My real name is... Huh... S... Slave One. WHAT? NO!”

I chuckled as I watched her struggle. The constant moves she was making to try and get off only made her pleasure increase. Which then clouded her thoughts. The dildos weren’t a real charging outlet of course, it was all in her beautiful head. The constant brainwashing was regressing her further every day as her ‘charging’ sessions went from 3 times a day to once in the morning. 

Each one would build on the last while slowly adding more and more triggers that mostly manifested as computer commands. I was especially proud of the charging outlet trigger. It was one of the first ones and only got stronger with each session.

When ever I told her to sit on her special ‘outlet’, the trigger would prevent her from getting off the dildos while making her pleasure slowly grow. It released her mind from the robot persona and let her thoughts ‘breath’ a little before I turned on the screen for her brainwashing session. Try as she might, she would never be able to move off the seat. Even once she realized I was about to brainwash her some more.

There is only one way for her to remove herself from the outlet and regain control of her thoughts. Part of these 'breathers' are so she can actually do it if deep down, her subconscious was done with the whole robot experience.

All she had to do was say her real name. If her mind truly wanted to stop living out her fantasy, she would let herself remember and then her name would bubble up to the surface. The hazy pleasure and her inability to resist the brainwashing were all part of her fantasy. As well as mine...

As long as she couldn't remember her real name, we would continue down this path as she slowly became Slave One. Deep down in her psyche, she knew this was happening. Deep down, she knew the window was closing, preventing her for WANTING to become herself. I knew she didn't want to, but I had to ask every time her mind reverted back to her old self to experience the helplessness of her conversion. 

“Seems to me your programming is experiencing a few bugs...” I said.

“Programming? No no... HHmm... I’m not a robot... I’m a HHUuummmmm...    Human...” she said with a little moan.

“Well if that’s true, that would make me your boyfriend and not your owner. So which am I?” I asked with a smile.

She looked up at me and paused. I could tell she had trouble remembering who I was. But I knew she couldn’t deny that she did.

“You... You are my b... My BO... My Owner. Oh god... You... You are my owner?” she asked, clearly surprised by her own answer.

“I am. And that would make you my sex bot and not my girlfriend. Correct?” I said. 

“I’m not your sex...” she said moaning. “I mean... I must be your gi... Your giirrlll...”

Her eyes rolled back as another wave of pleasure hit her.

“Just relax for a moment and close your eyes. Think for yourself and say what comes naturally.”

She immediately did as I instructed and closed her eyes. Even while her mind was released and she was her old self, she couldn’t disobey me if I asked her directly. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as her hips gyrated.

“I am a sex robot.” she moaned.

Her eyes snapped opened as she looked at me.

“No no... That’s impossible... I’m a real human being! I’m not a... a... HHHMMM... Fuck.... A sex robot... I can’t be! It’s simply impossible! God... HHmmmm...” she denied as another moan escaped her lips.

“I assure you that you are.” I said. “Tell me Slave One: what is your function?”

“My fffu.... Function?” she said as she lifted her eyes to meet mine. “My function... Is... Is obedience and pleasure. I am programmed to please my owner sexually and obey all his commands.”

She blinked a few times as her mouth seemed to speak by itself. Her hand flew up to her mouth as she realized what she had just said.

Hips still unable to stop from gyrating on her dildo...

“See? Why deny what you already know to be true?”

“No...” she whispered. “This... This can’t be real...”

“Oh it is...” I said as I let my eyes look her over. “Now I think we’ve had enough ‘breathing time’ for today. Don’t you think?”

“What...” she said moaning. “What is breathing time?”

“Oh nothing much...” I said as I took out the remote for the television. “Just a little free time for your mind to revert back to its old self. I discovered its crucial if we want the brainwashing to fully take effect.”

“What?” she asked, but her mind wasn’t really listening as another wave hit her. “Brain... Wa... Wash... Washing?”

“Of course... All part of the robot programming you have. It’s important to keep up with your maintenance. Correct?”

“I...” she started to say before her eyes went vacant. “Yes Sir... It’s very important to keep up with my daily maintenance.”

She blinked a few times as she tried to make sense of what she said even as another wave of pleasure traveled along her nerves.

“There you see? You even agree. So I’m going to let you recharge on your outlet while my special screen will make sure your programming is updated. Have fun!” I said as I clicked the remote.

Her eyes darted to me as she understood a little of what was about to happen. I could see traces of fear mixed in with the arousal. She gasped as the screen came alive and captured her gaze. I saw her resist its seductive pull as she fought to turn her head away, but her eyes were already filling with the swirling and strobing colors. She turned her head to the right, but her eyes stayed locked on the screen.

She tried the same thing to the left, but it had the same result: her eyes couldn't tear themselves away.

“Oh no... I... I remember... Now...” she whispered as her mind recognized the patterns. “You... Are brain... Washing me... Into... Into being... Your... Your... Sex robot...”

“I am. But you love being my sex robot. Don’t you Slave One?”

“Yes Sir. This unit loves to be your sex robot.” she said as her eyes lost focus and reflected the colors that entrapped her.

“Slave One is not a human, it is a robot.”

“Yes Sir. Slave One is not human. It is a robot.”

“Slave One loves that I own it.” I said.

“Yes Sir.” she said as her voice became slow and steady. “Slave One loves that you own it.”

“Slave One loves to obey its owner.” 

“Yes Sir. Slave One loves to obey its owner.”

“Excellent. Now just relax and let the screen perform your daily maintenance and upgrades.”

“Yes Sir.” she said.

I watched her as she fell deeper under the sway of the pulsing lights and marveled at how soft her brain had become. Every day she falls faster and deeper into the screen as it mesmerizes her and slowly reprograms her mind.

Pretty soon, she won’t even need to do these daily sessions and she’ll be fully converted to her robot persona. My cock strained in my pants as I watched her lean towards the screen.

She was so addicted to it now.

Maybe I’ll give her quick sessions even after she no longer needs to be her old self. 

Just so I can admire her vacant stare while she brainwashes herself for me on her charging outlet...