Mistress Mira 6

Karel · Post by **Karel** » Mon Nov 27, 2006 12:47 pm

Mira sat down at the table. Natalya set a dish of shish kebab and couscous in front of her, and went back to the kitchen for a lighter. Cherry put down her white wine spritzer, leaned back up, and stood stiffly at attention.

“Sit, Cherry,” said Mira, gesturing toward the seat.

The meaningless, idiotic smile returned to the robot’s face. “Yes Mas·ter,” it said, and set its bottom gently on the chair.

“Call me mistress,” said Mira.

“Yes Mist·ress,” said Cherry.

“Good, good. Standby.” And Cherry’s head slumped over and stiffened.

Natalya bent over and lit the candle in the centre of the table, staring with a dumb intensity at the flame. The warm glow toned out (h)er face, and the space between (h)er breasts; Mira could see the robot’s hard nipples poking through the shirt. Having lit the candle, it leaned back, its arms extended up at the elbows, its wrists limp, and gave a toothy, satisfied grin, its head automatically swiveling back and forth as if in search of recognition.

“Natalya, sit down,” said Mira, softly.

“Thank You, Mis·tress Mi·ra.”

Mira took a bite of her couscous, and reached over to rub Natalya on the shoulder. “Mmmm, that’s very good Natalya, very good.”

“Thank You, Mis·tress Mi·ra, I Am Hap·py Be·cause It Gives You Plea·sure.”

“Oh, yeessss,” said Mira, raising her eyebrows a bit at her doubles, who were now seated at the far end of the table. HoloMira 2 rolled its eyes. “Do you know what else would give me pleasure, Natalya? It would give me pleasure to hear about your day. Emulation Zia 14.”

With a start, Natalya suddenly became much more animated. “Oh, Well, It Was Really Exciting! Cherry And I Did The Kitchen After You Left, And Then We Went On Standby For A Bit, And Then Mira Had To Take Me Offline, Can You Believe That? I Always Get So Nervous When I Have To Go Offline! Brrr, I Hate It! But Then Mira Turned Me Back On Again, And I Was O ·K, Which Is Super! Poor Mi·ra, Oh Well! And Then We Did The Bathroom And Cherry Got All Wet, Can You Believe That! Silly Cherry,” said the robot, and giggled at the deactivated machine across from (h)er, breathless.

“Mmmhmm,” said Mira, mildly amused, as she chewed on her kebab. “Emulation Zia 32.”

Suddenly, the giddiness was gone. Natalya’s stare hardened, but its eyelids came down, shading the glare. (H)er lips softly settled into a pout. “Well, So, I Changed Her Clothes, And Cleaned Her Up.”

“Mmm, she’s always getting herself into messes like that, isn’t she.”

A tiny smile. “Yeah, Yeah.” The tongue making its brief debut, running across (h)er lips, teasing out the words. “The Situations We Get Into While You’re Away.”

“Mmmmhmm,” answered Mira, as she swallowed her food. She raised her napkin to her mouth and dabbed delicately at the corners. “That reminds me, Natalya, we should get that shirt into the wash. Why don’t you take it off?”

Natalya’s pouty come-hither expression didn’t change. (S)he leaned back in her chair, reached down, and pulled up (h)er shirt, peeling it from (h)er breasts and love handles. It stuck for a moment in (h)er hair, prompting a laugh from both of them, and then came off. Natalya held it out like a peace offering.

“Shall I Wash It, Mis·tress Mi·ra?”

Mira took the shirt from the robot, and smelled it, and smiled. Natalya smiled back. Mira threw it over Cherry’s head, covering (h)er face, and reached out to put her arms around Natalya. “Not just yet,” she said, and they kissed.