Ch. 01
Anne is mistaken for an android
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In the twenty-second century much had been achieved, yet marriage was still the same old precipice walk.
William had put up with an attractive wife who was either too busy, or too tired for sex. He travelled on business, and she ran a university department. Both of them had a high workload.
Anne was thirty-six with fine porcelain skin, nice legs, and a pretty face. She looked sexy, though inhibitions held her back in the bedroom. His recent cool behaviour was an incentive to keep trying. A divorce wouldn't look good for a university professor, especially when competing for a position on the board that ran the university.
Typically she took a scientific approach to the problem, rather than bother with a therapist. A contact in the university hospital talked her into trying an implant. An hour of her time was all it took to have a device fitted into her brain. It seemed drastic, but the device was smaller than a thumb nail, and the operation was safely carried out by a machine.
The device had been designed for patients with brain damage, though enterprising individuals soon found other applications. The device was usually programmed with everyday functions, which anyone needed to carry out. This device was programmed with a range of roles to be played in a game, with appropriate rules of behaviour. A role of sexy maid, cheerleader, erotic dancer, and many more were available.
It was almost a complete success.
For too many years their love life had been miserable, until last week. William was very pleased with the results. It felt as though he had a new wife. A wife willing to play games in the bedroom! That was one of the strict rules agreed between them; that they only activate the device at home, while they were alone.
Anne enjoyed throwing away her inhibitions and letting the role-play game take responsibility for her actions. She could be a naughty girl, even a slut, without feeling guilty. It pleased her husband, and that pleased her. Especially when he made love to her with a newfound vigour.
She activated the device by pressing the skin at the back of her neck, just above the hairline. A rush of excitement thrilled her, while wondering which game he would choose for her to perform. Until he summoned the game, with a certain phrase, she had to stand there waiting. Once the game started she would be committed to performing under the rules of the game, no longer a free person. She would be a pawn in his sexy fantasy. ***
Professor Draper dashed from the kitchen into the garage, looking desperately for somewhere to hide. It was worse than being naked, and she felt so very vulnerable.
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Only a few minutes ago she had a wonderful sex session, during which she played at being William's sex android. Pulling on the android suit was difficult, but it had been worth it. The game had been planned knowing William couldn't resist this particular role-play. She wanted to give him something special to remember during his business trip, as he would be away for awhile.
They enjoyed it so much, he was late, so dashed off to the airport, leaving her suited up. There was no-one in the house, and the skin tight android outfit was difficult to remove, so she padded down to the kitchen for a desperately needed drink.
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Anne gulped juice, then gulped in fear. Rebecca, her daughter, had arrived unexpectedly with friends. Thankfully eighteen year olds don't have a stealth mode. Anne was in the kitchen wearing a flesh coloured sheath, hiding nothing of her hourglass figure.
She just had to keep out of their way until they got bored and left. She could hear her daughter telling two boys what to do, and how to do it. They were collecting items for sale in a charity drive.
Showing off a near naked body to her daughter's friends would be humiliating. Wearing an android suit would provoke embarrassed laughter, as they were sure to guess its purpose. Her daughter would be disgusted with her.
As she thought about it, why else would a control skin be sold, except to a paraplegic? Thinking it must be helping so many marriages around the world left her feeling much better about it. It wasn't sleazy, it was keeping their relationship going, saving their marriage, and their life style.
When first married, long before they started this game, William convinced her to get a breast enlargement. This lasted awhile, before he talked her into another. It was easy enough. A medical check to see her back could stand the extra weight, followed by a course of pills. That was about it, no side effects, and no problems.
Now they played these naughty games, the enlarged breasts weren't so important, so she was thinking of getting them reduced. They had felt top heavy and slightly ridiculous, as they dominated her small frame. They stuck out straight and perky like everyone else's breasts these days, only far too much. So much so, it was difficult getting an android skin to fit.
The suit was skin tight, like flesh coloured stockings. It was damn difficult to get into and much more so getting out of it. It fit over her sex lips and bottom, and was a little intrusive. Once on it was comfortable enough, as her skin could breath, and it acted like a second skin. Her body looked smooth and blemish free.
The little shocks to her body were disconcerting at first, though they were hardly discernible now. They were designed to stimulate an injured persons muscles. With the right program, the suit would enable them to walk, and perform tasks almost normally.
For her, the suit controlled her body during love making. She was no longer a prude in the bedroom. Her morals could be abandoned, with the excuse it was the game program controlling the suit, and her.
Wearing a mask of similar material, left her feeling distant from who she was. The suit, combined with the implant, allowed her to abandon all her moral convictions. It didn't matter how badly she behaved during the game, for it wasn't her fault, it was the program controlling her.
Different faces and hairstyles meant more daring play could be tried out, while in disguise. She could be a different woman for him every night. He forget she was his wife, and treated her enthusiastically, like a new lover.
What really got him going, was that her usual habits and boundaries were pushed aside. It was a surprise to find she enjoyed being dominated, being told what to do, and ultimately pandering to his whims. It was so exciting, he performed like a young stud. It switched her on too.
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In the garage she listened to their excited chatter, over how they were going to win charity week at the university. There was nowhere to hide in the garage despite the piles of junk. No-one had a car these days, as everyone just hired an electric vehicle appropriate to their needs.
