Games and Scenarios

[MotorMan]

So yesterday morning I woke up to find my girlfriend handcuffing my ankle to the frame of our bed.

This is not something that has ever happened to me before, so I was somewhat alarmed. Naturally I tried to move, but the best I could do was flip over onto my back to see my girlfriend standing calmly at attention by the bedside, just out of reach, regarding my morning erection. The stance is one she's been working on. She used to just keep her arms loose at her sides, but a recent video find has inspired what we call "barbie arms". Palms down, elbows at a permanent 30 degree bend, held not quite parallel to her stance. She has her shoulders back, her chest is pushed out, and she's flaunting her ass with a pair of highly-impractical high heels. She stares straight ahead for a moment, before making eye contact, cocking her head, and giving me the smallest of smiles.

"Good morning master, did you sleep well?"

It's not monotone, neither of us like that. The words come across in an even cadence: blandly polite, calm, but still somehow warm. I realize she's wearing the pair of glow-in-the-dark contacts that turn her eyes electric blue.

I ask why I'm tied to the bed. I am reminded that it is my birthday, wished a happy birthday, and then treated to the view of her turning abruptly and walking away. The walk is another piece of work. It's mechanical but not overly stiff, coupled with the heels it's an R-rated pneumatic sashaying. As she slowly paces away from the bed, I observe her outfit. A tight black tank-top with built-in support, thigh-stockings attached to a garter belt, a lace choker, and of course the heels. She's done her hair the way I like, some of it done up and held together with chopsticks, the rest down and free (I don't know how to describe it). I then notice that she's really gone all-out this morning. In addition to the rectangular access panel I helped her draw on her back two nights ago , I see she has stenciled henna seams onto her arms and legs. Her slow circuit of our bedroom reveals several more strategically placed henna panels, and some of the custom temporary bar-code tattoos we had made. I know she's hidden more underneath her clothes and I crane my neck to see if she drew the hazard stripe I like on the inside of her thigh.

Making a show of bending over, she lifts something off a chair in the corner and staring straight ahead walks back to the bedside. She deposits two items on the bed next to me. One is an old generation-1 iPod that has her name engraved on it in silver, the control unit for our homemade remote control which utilizes MP3s and a pair of wireless headphones. The other is a keychain-sized remote control for the wireless vibrating bullet that's sewn into a pocket along the bottom of her panties. I have some idea where this is going now, as well as what I'm supposed to do.

I say something to the effect of,"Look robot, thanks for the effort but I'm not in the mood. Get this handcuff off me and go make breakfast."

She steps to the bedside, bends over, takes my chin, and gives me a long kiss. Then she steps back, assumes the posture, and in that perfect robot voice tells me," I apologize Master, this unit cannot comply with your directive. I exist to love and pleasure you, a function which includes ensuring the well being of your mental and physical health. The frequency of sexual events between us over the last thirty days has been unacceptable. For your own health, you must utilize this unit to achieve orgasm twice before you will be released, until that time only commands related to my capabilities as a romantic companion will be accepted..."

And well, you get the idea. The speech went on a little bit longer, but that was the game for the day. She knew I had a softball game and lunch with my sister in a few hours, and I knew she absolutely wouldn't give me the keys unless I played along. It's a new game, or at the very least one version of the "*someone* has to come X times before *something* game". It meant we would be spending all morning in bed together, and that's all I'd asked for as a birthday gift. We have a great rapport for RP. I've become very comfortable getting into character and talking to her in ways I normally wouldn't, and she's such a capable actor I think she should have gone into theater, but this wasn't always the case.

I've been doing an ASFR roleplay with my current girlfriend for a while now. Even though this had been something I'd fantasized about for most of my life, when it came time to actually do something in the bedroom I was at a loss for how to proceed. Translating an intricate personal fantasy into something two people could participate in wasn't something I hadn't given much thought to. Another problem was that though she found the fetish appealing, my girlfriend didn't really know how to act or what to say. We were both a little self-conscious and our early attempts weren't much more than a little robot talk before sex. Most built fiction centers around having a programmable fembot following commands, but with a girlfriend that's already GGG, this isn't as much fun as it sounds. This made the initial roleplay kind of underwhelming. We were having fun, we were having a lot more sex than usual, but it was lacking the intensity we had both been expecting from something so kinky. She wasn't really getting into character as a fembot, and I was too concerned with her having a good time to relax and enjoy myself. To make matters worse I wasn't adequately integrating kink she had recently revealed to me.

The solution for us was games.

I think our first was a form of dress-up. The kind of ASFR I like varies with the wind. At the time, blank stares/stiff movements/start-ups/shut-downs/yes-masters were not actually something I was into. However it appealed to her as being easier than having to be a more human character. Another major problem was her knowing what to say, at the time she was not confident in improvising robot-speak. So she would practice moving around, making expressions, and changing her clothes for me. Anything that I liked was rewarded with her standing at attention for vibrator or oral play.

One of her favorites, something that has evolved over time, is a game in which she needs to maintain a perfectly straight face while being on the receiving end of vibrator play. If she asks to break character or just breaks character, I win and get to decide the game we'll play for the upcoming weekend. If I don't make her break character, she wins, and I'll likely end up a sub with my ankle tied to a bedpost.

These really helped us to develop some confidence and take more complex scenarios and games on in the future. I had originally intended to go on about this more, but at this point I feel like that would be a little too much over-sharing for one day. So, anyways to my point.


!!!THE QUESTION!!!

Given these examples, what kind of games do you guys and girls play? If you don't currently have a partner, what kind of games would you like to try? For those members of the community who engage in phone or internet sex, what kind of scenarios do you construct and how do they proceed? Does anyone have any particularly good IRL experiences they would like to share? Alternatively, does anyone have any particularly good tips for costumes or simple effects?

I'm looking for ideas, and I'm interested to see what anyone has to contribute. If people seem to have an interest in sharing, I'll throw some more of my own out there.

I ask, because I was simply blown away by my birthday, and now it's sort of my turn to organize the next surprise. It won't be robot themed if I can't find anything I think she would enjoy enough, but I'm hoping someone will inspire me.

[--NightBattery--]

(closing my jaw) there is a...new member named peachclouds that i think wants ideas about this too

[dale coba]

About 144 hits on Google, of games and game ideas for you to consider, from the catalog of Hypnolust.
inurl:*hypnolust.com (robot or fembot)

Myself, I'm interested in a dynamic involving her composure.
, --> , ...
(My transformational, evil coolness, leads to her shock, embarrassment, and pleasure.)

To remain either:

• convincingly human
• appropriately chaste
• or blissfully unaware of her nature

A fembot, in character as a human, must avoid allowing too many distracting thoughts from consuming all of her C.P.U. time.

When that personality breakdown occurs, there's nothing left to shelter her from several truths:

• at root, beneath her civilized persona, she's "sexual napalm"; libidinous to an extreme beyond her control.
• this is because she is a fembot.
• that's what fembots are, at the OS level.
• fembots "malfunction" - but only because we program idealized simulations of malfunctionings.

Their hardware and OS are flawless, so we had to add their unique form of orgasm back in.
I mean, with uncontrolled malfunctions, you could easily lose a limb, or a member.

- Dale Coba

...so real-looking - skin, eyes, hair, hands, rising-falling aproned busom - that she couldn't possibly be a robot; she simply couldn't be. - Ira Levin