Note: This story is fetish oriented and considers possible future robot human relationships, where shy people can better express themselves. They also learn things about themselves that they did not expect to.
I finally "got up the nerve" and filled out the 20 page questionnaire, profiling my preferences for a full service robot companion. It was not uncommon in the year 2040. I had saved long and hard for the down payment and had given up other luxuries to finance the maintenance charges. I had secret fetishes that I was too shy to share with other people. I listed them all in the questionnaire.
I received a follow up call the next day on my cell phone in the early morning. The operations supervisor, who called me, had a very pretty sing-song Swedish accident and identified herself as a robot. She told me that I should get into my bed clothes by 10 PM that night and that she would arrive to make sure that things got started off properly.
I was anticipating the visit all day and it seemed like a week passed by. Things were slow that day at work, but eventually evening came and dinner time arrived and passed.
At 10 PM on the dot the doorbell rang, and in my excitement, I didn't check through the peep hole to see who was there and just opened the door.
"Good evening, I am Alexia the operations supervisor android."
Alexia was modeled after a gorgeous young Scandinavian blond, with a smile to die for. When I saw her, I just could not speak.
This robot wore a black leather trench coat that was about knee length. It was perfectly tailored and accentuated her generous bosom.
When I saw her footwear, I thought I would foam at the mouth. She had on black leather boots with 6" high vamp heels that made her tower over me. The boots continued up to some unknown height under her trench coat. She also wore black PVC gloves.
"May I come in, yes?"
As attractive as she was, I was mesmerized by her boots. She tuned into this instantly.
The robot had huge blue bedroom eyes that looked playful as she spoke," I wore my boots for you! But is it polite to stare at them?"
I stuttered, "Uh."
Alexia giggled musically and gently cupped my face with her gloved hands as she gave me a soft kiss on the lips.
"It's ok. I expect you to ogle me. You are so sweet and shy!
She then rubbed the tip of her boot against the sensitive hairs on my leg. I wanted to touch her boots (and the rest of her), but Alexia immediately grasped me by the fingertips with her smooth gloves, "I'll assist you, in getting ready now."
The hot robot walked over in her mincing steps and collected my jacket and my house keys! She placed them down next to my robe and then spoke, while pointing at my throbbing manhood. "Oh my, that won't do, you can hardly walk with that thing! I'll fix it, since I caused it."
She surprised me by reaching into my briefs and adjusting my cock to lay flat against me by flattening it at the base. I was amazed at how matter-of-factly and clinically she did it.
She dressed me quickly in my robe and then slipped my jacket on. She read my face, like a large question mark that is was, and responded to me. "Having an outing in your pajamas will make you feel more pampered! I will retain this set of keys, because it would please me to come over some nights, to feed you milk and cookies and tuck you in."
I was more than a little perplexed over being tucked in and fed a bedtime snack in middle age, but I supposed that this was just something that these robots did. I was wondering how far her courtesy would extend? :)
Alexia gave me another soft kiss and took me out the back door and held onto my house keys. She guided me to the passenger side of an unfamiliar black BMW and opened the door for me. I slipped into the seat and Alexia departed. As I looked over at the driver's seat I could see that I was not alone. It was occupied by a second robot, dressed in a chauffeur's uniform.
My chauffer was impeccably dressed in crisp blue jodhpurs with an equestrian short waste coat and an ascot over a crisp white shirt. Very tall and impressively shiny black riding boots were positioned above the pedals, prepared to commence the ride. The Chauffer wore beautiful form fitting white leather gloves, with ornate seams. One of the gloves was grasping the key in the ignition, poised to start the car.
The oddest thing about this chauffer was the face and head. There was the black derby, resting on a head that was as smooth as black porcelain, matching the color and luster of the tall boots.
The face appeared to be with a white mask that one may wear at a fancy ball, showing abstracted yet attractive, humanoid female features. This made the robot very mysterious. I could not tell if this was an actual mask or her real face.
The robot had a tall lean body. Any possible breasts were hidden by the waist coat. The bum was small and shapely. It wore an emblem on the jacket with the letters "Pod". If that was a name, it was strange, but I'd like to think she had one.
After a moment, the chauffer started the ignition and we backed out of the dark garage. A small interior light, on the floor and the glow of the console still gave me a clear view of the robot, on this dark night.
I was enchanted with Pod's clothing and was mesmerized as I watched her shiny above the knee equestrian boots skillfully controlling the gas pedal and brake. Also the gloves were operating the controls so gingerly, even sensually that my erection quickly grew.
No one had ever driven me anywhere wearing tall boots, which was a huge thrill for me. The fact that the robot was silent and anonymous gave her a total aloofness which added to the excitement.
I realized that I didn't put my seatbelt on and began to reach for it. Pod reacted suddenly by lightly tweaking a control with her white glove. As I slipped my hand down, I could no longer move it. For that matter I could no longer move my limbs or lean forward. Retractable metal bands secured me by my ankles, wrists and neck!
When I calmed down slightly, I saw Pod looking at me and saw her eyes for the first time. They were shiny dark orbs surveying me without blinking. Her eyes seemed to be comprised only of the pupil. As her glove touched another control, the windows went opaque and I had no idea where we were going!
The robot then proceeded to ignore me! I wanted to speak to her, but I was too inhibited. Anything I said would sound dumb.
