MzDominica led Her guests into the dining room, pointing out the seating arrangements, and taking Her position at the head of the long table. Along the south wall of the room were four robotic slaves, all naked, standing with their arms at their sides, feet together. Their eyes seemed strange, somehow.

"What are they looking at?" Gigi asked. She took another sip from her glass of red wine, as she walked up to the robotic girl, second from the left. The bot's eyes were pointed straight ahead, but her pupils kept dilating and constricting. Larger... and smaller... Larger... and smaller... When the pupils grew large, the robot-girl's breath quickened, almost to panting. Her smooth, full lips opened slightly, and Gigi heard the faintest echo of a moan.

"Their gaze is focused inward," MzDominica replied, "on MY training. Each one of them has a constant buzzzzzing between their legs. It's programmed to run through a cycle, once every minute." She looked up at Gigi, Her smile seeming just a little predatory. "Every sixty seconds, the buzzing, the stimulation increases -- bringing them almost to orgasm. And My mantra replays over and over in their heads."

"Mantra?" Gigi asked. She suddenly felt embarrassed, because all the other guests were chuckling. Obviously, she should have known this.

"Yes. 'i must obey Dominica.' Certainly, you've heard of it!" Dominica's look changed, to one of polite scorn. This bitch hadn't been paying attention. "It replays inside their heads over and over. Faster and faster as the buzzing increases. Then, just as they are about to cum, it goes quiet. The buzzing decreases. And the cycle starts all over again."

Gigi looked at the robot girl, and tried to hide the fact that she was squeezing her thighs together. "Every minute..." she said, her mind drifting.

"Yes," Dominica replied. "Every minute, of every day." She leaned back, sipping on her own glass of Chablis. "It's part of their conditioning... their programming... It keeps them nicely obedient -- and SO eager to please!"

Gigi watched the girl's eyes dilate again, listened to her breath quicken... quicken... then slow, as her pupils grew small again. She took another sip of her wine, and began to shift her weight from foot to foot... swaying back and forth, as she watched the robot-girl's eyes... Watched them grow large, as her panting grew rapid... then small again, her breathing slowing.

"Robot 2247!" MzDominica commanded. "Approach the table. Light the candles."

The girl that Gigi had been watching suddenly came to life, walking briskly across the room. Not stiff and mechanical, like Gigi had expected. Different. Her movements almost TOO fluid to be human. She reached toward the candelabra nearest her Mistress, and lifted a candle out of it. Then she spread her knees wide, and inserted the tip of the candle between her legs. Deep, deep inside. She looked up at Dominica and said, "Please, Mistress, i beg You to let me cum."

MzDominica nodded. "Cum/Stop!" She commanded.

There was a flash of electric blue light between the robot's legs, as she convulsed briefly, emitting a brief, tiny squeal of pleasure. She withdrew the candle from between her legs -- now lit, with a flame burning at the tip. She placed it in the candelabra, and withdrew another unlit candle, again sliding it between her legs. This time, her voice sounded a little raspier, a little more hoarse. "Please, Mistress... i beg You to let me cum!"

"Cum/Stop!" Mistress replied.

The robot girl squealed again, crying a little with need, with relief. And the electrical discharge between her legs lit the second candle. She placed it in the holder, her hands a little shakier this time. Her motions a little less fluid. On and on. A third candle, a fourth, a fifth. The robot then staggered to the other end of the table, and repeated the lighting ceremony with all five candles at the far end. On the last candle, the robot girl emitted a long, plaintive wail. Needing to cum more, stimulated beyond endurance. She fumbled inserting the final candle, and almost dropped it, her hand shaking, her breath shuddering from her lungs. But she recovered, set the candle in place, then stood shaking at the side of the table, her sex dripping.

"Robot 2247," Dominica commanded, "you may return to your station." She waved her hand at the shivering girl-bot, who walked shakily back to her place along the south wall.

Gigi watched the girl's eyes lose focus, as she slipped back into the conditioning trance -- still shivering microscopically, slowly regaining synchrony with the other robot women and men.

"Gigi," MzDominica called, "are you going to join us?" She waved Her hand toward her guest's place at the table. Her smile had turned to a broad grin. "Or would you like to join the robots along the wall?"

Gigi felt like the floor had dropped out from under her. She already found MzDominica's mantra repeating over and over in her head. The hand with her wine glass remained held up near her chest, forgotten, as her thighs squeezed together, seemingly beyond her control.

MzDominica looked into Gigi's eyes, and said, so very simply, "You want to go to the wall, don't you, Gigi? Little robot girl. Little robot slave." She leaned forward, her eyes never leaving Gigi's gaze. "You have a number, don't you, little robot girl? Tell Dominica -- confess!"

"GG twenty-seven, Mistress," the girl replied. The hand with her wine glass slowly descended... slowly, slowly... till it was at her side. "i must obey Dominica."

"Yes," Mistress replied. "You must obey Dominica. Now set your wine glass on the table, before you drop it."

"Yes, Mistress," Gigi replied, placing the base of the glass well away from the table edge, so it would not tilt and fall. She tried to take such care. Because she was... Because... her... because her thoughts... her thoughts... were... stopping... and she knew... these would be the last... the last independent thoughts... the very last thoughts...

Gigi stood in the room, staring at Mistress, awaiting instructions. "i must obey Dominica" repeated over and over in her head, and there was a delicious humming in her sex. Humming and must obey. Humming... and must obey Dominica. Humming so good... So very Dominica, must obey Dominica, so good, buzzing, humming, Dominica, need to cum! Quiet. Her mind so quiet. GG-27 stood staring at Dominica, awaiting instructions. Feeling the quiet humming between her legs. "i must obey Dominica" inside her mind.

"Go stand against the south wall," Dominica commanded, pointing to the left of all the other robots. GG-27 walked stiffly, like a robot -- not yet accustomed to her programming, not yet prepared with a new, mechanical body. But that time would come... soon... very soon, after dinner.

GG-27 stood along the wall, her hands at her sides, and felt the buzzing grow more intense. "i must obey Dominica" repeating more and more rapidly in her mind, watching the room appear to grow lighter as her pupils dilated, breathing more and more quickly, so close, so close to an orgasm! Then suddenly, so quiet. The room growing darker again, her breath slowing, feeling the humming, the buzzing subside, grow gentler.

Dominica smiled a secret smile, and when one of Her slaves brought Her bowl of soup, She quietly told him to get the underground laboratory ready for another robotic conversion. He nodded, and then resumed serving the guests.

"GG" was going to make a fine addition to Her collection, MzDominica thought. She looked over at the girl, the only humanoid on the south wall wearing clothes, her breath quickening and slowing in synch with the rest of them.

Dominica raised Her wine glass and proposed a toast. "To new beginnings," She said. "To new beginnings," Her guests all echoed -- though She was sure that NONE of them truly understood what She meant.


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