On board DOMINATRIX tied up at Port McNeill Harbor 4:00 pm-JUNE 23, 2104
After plugging into shore power with twin 50 amp power cables, I went below to tend to the ENEMA-STAB. When I brought her aboard, I had propped her up in the settee, behind the galley table with storable bags full of clothes and foul weather gear and blankets. And she hadn’t moved. The backpack was built into her clothes and I could easily access it by laying her torso over the galley table covered in blankets-I wasn’t terribly worried about her comfort at this stage, I just didn’t want to mess up my teak table top. The cable was only 3 feet long with one end obviously for mating with another cable and the business end, the part that plugged into her being an odd rounded curved portion about 12 inches in length, the last inch of which had a retractable sheath to it that reminded me of some ones crazy idea of a foreskin. I was hoping that she came with instructions and was rewarded with a small pamphlet in a Velcro flap in the side of the backpack and immediately began reading. Step (1) was to mate the cable to a suitable cable from a compatible power source. It was an odd looking plug and I was sure that I didn’t have that type so I spliced in a cable that had 3 #2 tinned stranded wires and plugged it into the only 50 amp outlet inside the boat.
Going back to the instructions, I now read with some astonishment that I was to generously lubricate the charging end, termed the charging nozzle, and gently insert it into her anus, through her rectal pathway until I felt it engage and the LED that was in the middle of her charging cable lit up red. Apparently when she had enough of a charge to function normally the LED would turn blue and when she was completely charged it would turn green. The instructions cautioned the person inserting the charging nozzle to proceed gently and to be aware that there would be a normal autonomic response. I laughed to myself and thought, “I guess if you had 12” long cable shoved up inside your ass, you would defiantly have an damned autonomic response.”
I quickly realized that trying to perform this “delicate maneuver” in the galley was not the optimum place so I moved her into my cabin and laid her on my bed. As I began to take off her clothes so that I could wash them, I immediately and simultaneously experienced several visceral emotions: Her “skin” was supple and it felt like there was muscle mass beneath it-it felt real; she was stunningly beautiful like no woman that I had ever been close to, voluptuous yet trim and athletic with a faint six pack of abdominal muscles just above the curly black triangle of soft pubic hair; her shinning dark brunette hair was full bodied, free flowing, and shoulder length and it accentuated her face, which was ovular with high cheekbones adorned by brilliant green eyes; thick lashes, soft scimitar curved brows with a near perfect nose and a lovely mouth that had both lips that were full and the same size sitting atop of her prominent very feminine chin, while her entire head sat atop her long, slender neck ; her breasts felt real as they filled the palm of my hand and as she laid there staring up at apparently nothing, they mimicked the real thing as they let gravity shape them closer to her chest.
Even as I admired her, somewhere in the back of my mind I felt a tinge of guilt begin to well up to the surface as though I was somehow violating her. Then I rolled her over and positioned her so that I could begin to insert the charging nozzle and I sucked in a breath as I beheld the finest ass that has ever graced my cabin. The special lubricant that was in her backpack was now with me beside her and I spread her legs to help me get better access to her anus and began to spread some lubricant on my index finger to start the process along “smoothly”. As I touched her, I was surprised by her involuntary clinch but I kept my finger there until she seemed to relax and yet my every sense told me that I needed her to relax more before I tried to insert her charging nozzle. After some five minutes and two fingers later, she began to gape about ½ of an inch and I judged her ready to go and I gently inserted the charging nozzle and immediately got another involuntary clinch that I ignored and angled the nozzle up into her until I felt a solid “click”, some 12 to 13 inches somewhere way up in the nether regions of this android. Then the lights in the cabin dimmed and then I heard a heavy snap from the navigation station and then all was dark with just the faint summer evening light seeping in though the cabin portholes keeping the interior of the boat from total darkness. “Shit”, I cursed to myself for not managing the power supply better; I knew that the main breaker had been tripped.
I shut off the three chargers for the capacitor banks, the fore and aft battery banks and then shut off the 120 volt light breakers, opened the 12 volt lights and then re-set the main breaker; it held this time and I went back to the cabin and saw that the LED was red at the mid bulge in the charging nozzle. Since I had the ENEMA-STAB lying on her stomach on one side of the bed, I crawled up and took my normal side and then immediately realized how used to sleeping alone that I had become in this huge bed with pneumatic springs and custom fitted sheets. I looked at her laying there and marveled how she looked as though she was sleeping serenely and it reminded me of Maureen and how I used to admire her as she slept and I remembered all erotic things we used to do as part of our foreplay. Then I thought about what I had just seen and done. I asked myself, “Why would an android have sexual structures and an anus in the first place? They served no functional purpose.” I resolved that I would remember to ask that question again.
I closed my eyes to try to picture Maureen, but as the years passed it got harder and harder to clearly visualize her face. Of course I had hundreds of photos of her, but she was clearly fading in my memory. I was annoyed at myself that I still clearly had dreams about our dynamic sex life together, because she was so much more to me…more than 12 years ago. I had plugged the ENEMA-STAB in at 5:50 pm so I set my alarm for 8 hours later at 1:50 am, when she should be approaching her maximum charge at the wattage that she was being given and then I tried to get some much needed sleep. Once I drifted off, I actually got a good sleep and I didn’t wake up until I heard an ugly loud buzzer.
I hit the alarm to shut off the offending buzzer and I turned over to see her on her knees and elbows looking at me with a smile on her face and then before I had anything cogent to say, she cooed, “I am glad that you did not feel the need to bring your weapon to bed with you…what do I call you?” I retorted, “My name is Clarence Mackleroy, but you can call me Mack, what’s yours?” “ENEMA-STAB”, she said stoically and I said somewhat presumptuously, “I wonder what your creator had in mind when he gave you an acronym for a name?” She seemed amused and explained that her creator was none other than the brilliant, mercurial, and extremely wealthy Japanese industrialist, Dr. Isamu Kobayashi.” I said “I’ve heard of him. I’ve also heard that besides being one of the world’s most brilliant robotic scientists, he also has a dark side. Do you have any experience with that?” She paused looking at me, searching, perhaps, what my facial features were telling her. Then, as suddenly as she paused she began again, “By a dark side, Mack, Isamu is among many other things, an accomplished Shibary artist.” I interrupted, “What is that?” She began to provide me with information that was totally new for me. “In Japanese, “Shibari” simply means “to tie”. The contemporary meaning of Shibari describes an ancient Japanese artistic form of rope bondage. Shibari style rigging creates geometric patterns and shapes with rope that contrasts beautifully with the human body’s natural curves. The ropes and their texture provide contrast to smooth skin and curves. In Shibari, the model is the canvas, the rope is the paint and brush, and the rigger is the rope artist. The aesthetic arrangement of ropes and knots on the model’s body in Shibari rigging emphasizes characteristics like sensuality, vulnerability, and also strength. The positioning of knots in appropriate places stimulates pressure points on the body, very similarly to acupuncture techniques and Shiatsu, a form of Japanese massage. Some believe a Shibari experience also stimulates Ki energy flow and transfer. In addition to creating beautiful patterns, with rope, body and limb placements, Shibari rigging induces physiological conditions known as “sub space” and “top space”, which are similar to the “runners high” experienced by athletes. A Shibari experience results in an increased level of endorphins and other hormones, creating a trance-like experience for the bottom/model and an adrenaline rush for the Top/rigger. When a Shibari scene is performed with appropriate ambience, these effects are actually visible in the face of the model. The term “rope drunk” is sometimes affectionately used to describe the euphoric condition of the model after a Shibari experience.” I interrupted again, “Why would anyone want to submit to that?” She explained, “For most practitioners of Shibari, the use of rope bondage does not include an unwilling victim. Instead, there is a collaboration between the Shibari artist, the rigger/Top, and the Shibari canvas, or the model/Bottom, to create a combination of effects including visual beauty, power exchange, helplessness, relaxation, and sub space and top space physiological experiences.” I interrupted one more time, “Why would you allow him to do that to you?” She responded, “Because I owed him my loyalty, which he usually tested in the extreme.” I interrupted yet again with mounting frustration, “Please provide details that explain your statement.”
She looked at me and then responded, “By testing my loyalty to the extreme is a way of saying that Dr. Kobayashi has a peculiar pension for tying his favorite female guests up and then at the point of their endorphin high he would secure tacit agreement for him to sexually assault them in ways that defy common decency. I have always speculated that inwardly Isamu was a very insecure man, which is why I think he so desperately needed to dominate women in such an overpowering way. I was never able to bond with him, Mack, because of his sadistic streak and particularly because he is a raging misogynist. However the one most important thing I did learn from these experiences was how to endure pain from him. At the end of the all that he did for me, he still thought it was amusing to give me the acronym for my name; perhaps because it amused him to give me forced enemas while I was in Shibari. He was not comfortable with me thinking autonomously and so he sought to keep me submissive and try to do my thinking for me. My name is a way that he thought would remove my identity.” I was temporarily dumfounded and when I didn’t immediately reply, she scooted a little closer to me and softly said, “No one has ever inserted my charger without hurting me before you Mack…but you were gentle with me. Would you remove it for me now?” I got up and positioned myself between her legs and then said, “Do you mind if I call you Emma?” As I put a slow but steady pull on her charging nozzle I finally felt it disengage and she let out a little grunt and then said, “I like the sound of that Mack…Emma…I like the sound of that.”
I realized that she was breathing and that her skin felt warm to the touch, and she obviously had extremely sensitive tactile senses that could differentiate between pleasure and pain, although I had no idea of what threshold they were calibrated to. A fear suddenly overtook me…what if what felt good to her was life threatening to me, but the thought was soon banished from my mind after she soothed, “You need not fear me Mack, because you are the first man that I can empathically feel…I can bond with you Mack, if you allow me to.” “What makes you breathe Emma?” I asked and as she came closer to me I felt a soothing serenity wash over my being, as she soothed, “It is an involuntary response that helps cool my power packs and it provides a bellows to power the vocal cords that are built into my neck, similar to the organic ones that you have, Mack, but as you can probably tell, my voice is not like yours.” “Oh you really are a Vamp aren’t you?” I chuckled. She looked at me with a slight cock to her head as though she was not sure of my meaning. I excused myself telling her that I had to charge the rest of the boat’s systems and she followed me.
I was beginning to get the sense that Emma was not originally created for pleasure. No way! She was too intricate; there was too much attention to detail on her creation and she is obviously too intelligent to waste as a pleasure bot. She has a weapon’s database, but I don’t think she was a common soldier either, why make her this good looking? She was most probably the capital asset of a nation state and if she was the prototype, she could easily be worth a billion dollars…or more, but probably much more! If that was true…someone was already looking for her. Perhaps she was an intelligence agent, or had been; she certainly has the goods to pull it off. Something happened to her; something went wrong with her mission, but in order to find out, she would have to trust me. Trust begets trust so I would have to trust her. I felt her naked body next to mine and I turned around and embraced her and then softly said, “Emma, this looks like the beginning of a beautiful relationship.” She cooed, “I feel safe with you Mack.” As I switched the power back to the boat’s charging systems, I asked her how she came to be on the corvette that I destroyed. She began to tell story, “I had been with Dr. Kobayashi staying in a resort on the northwestern end of Hokkaido at Wakkanai. He liked to walk the shoreline south of the city and we often did that at midday. Two years ago as we walked along the shoreline, suddenly a large inflatable boat full of men all clad in black commando style uniforms appeared and ran up on the shore. 4 men with automatic weapons ran up and told me if I resisted they would kill Isamu. I went with them out to the Black Swan and was introduced to Demetri Federoff, a Russian pirate who fenced his stolen loot to black markets all over Asia. He knew who and what I am and he kept me as his trophy and as his sex slave, giving me just enough power so that I could not resist him. Today when they were chasing the freighter I got a decent charge when they were all occupied. As soon as I heard them screaming that missiles were inbound, I stowed away all my gear and got off the Black Swan as quick as I could.” “You got away just in time Emma, this vessel is not armored so I have to shoot first and hit hard.” I said as I headed back to the cabin. I didn’t look to see if she was following me when I got back in bed, but then when I looked…there she was standing at the foot looking at me. After a moment she softly said, “I want to stay close to you tonight Mack.” “Come on in Emma and make yourself comfortable.” I warmly invited. With just three graceful and efficient motions she was lying next to me, our bodies touching and I could feel her supple warmth.