by EHY
Henry didn't make want love to her that night.
"Was Jean better than me?" Dianne asked as she got into bed with him. She was feeling more daring than usual after her night with Brice. She was a little surprised her director let her say that. She was never quite sure where Lianna would draw the line between "having a natural personality" and "unacceptable android behavior."
"Don't be silly. You're a completely different kind of thing," Henry said, taking her body into the curve of his arms, spooning around her as he often did when he wasn't in the mood for sex. Lianna carefully angled her head to avoid getting too much of her hair in his face. "Jean's my... well, my girlfriend, I guess. Damn, it feels weird to say that, at my age. You're just my android."
"I don't have to be as different as you think I am," Dianne said. "You can leave me in natural mode when we make love, if you want. I would enjoy that... and I think you would enjoy it too, Henry."
"You're not jealous of Jean, are you?"
"Of course not." Except of course, she was, a little... (no, wait, Lianna, don't say that!) "Well, I guess I am, a little." (Didn't anybody ever program you to know there's such a thing as too much honesty?)
(You are programmed to answer your master's questions honestly.)
(Uh-uh, don't blame me for that one.)
"A jealous android. Well, I knew you were supposed to be more realistic when I bought you."
"Yes, Master." She was quiet for a moment, then asked another question. "Did you enjoy watching me make love with Brice?"
She felt his breath on her bare shoulder. "Oh, yeah."
She raised her head and turned to look at him. "I could be like that with you, if you'd let me."
"Shush," Henry said. "Sleep time."
She could say no more.
Henry didn't refer to their conversation the next morning, so Dianne didn't either. She wasn't sure whether she had annoyed him or not. But before he left, Henry picked out a set of her undergarments: a stretchy yellow lace bra and matching thong, and frilly nylon stockings that would just slightly darken her legs. "Wear whatever you like over this," he said. She didn't know exactly what he had in mind, but from the look of things, it could be fun.
For the whole morning, she looked forward to dressing up for Henry. She reveled in the feel of the soft patterned lace sliding up her legs, and gently covering her breasts (not that she needed a bra; Henry just liked to see her in one sometimes). She would have been happy to leave it at that, but Henry had ordered her to wear something over it, and besides, she had to do some shopping today. So she chose something sexy, of course: a calf-length black silk skirt with a slit up past her knee (to show off the stockings), and a yellow "handkerchief" top that left the sides of her waist bare as well as her arms and shoulders. She left her hair unbound, brushed behind her to sweep the backs of her bare shoulders. Of course, she also wore her usual high-heeled shoes. She never would have dared dress like this when she was human, but she loved doing it now that she had something to show off.
She could hardly wait for Henry to get home. When she finished her chores by two o'clock, she chose to go into stand-by mode immediately, to save herself the waiting. At five-thirty, Lianna awakened her to begin making dinner, and she picked something that could be finished early and left in the microwave as long as need be before eating.
There was no way for her to know exactly when her master would be home, but it didn't matter. He wasn't home by the time dinner was ready, so she posed slinkily for him, smiling sunnily, leaning lightly against the dining-room table where he would see her as soon as he entered the apartment. She knew she could wait there for him, all but motionless, for hours if necessary.
As it happened, though, she only needed to wait about fifteen minutes before she heard the sound of footsteps approaching, followed by a key in the door. Henry entered, shut the door behind him, turned and saw her... and simply stared for a moment. Dianne held her pose, letting him look his fill.
"Wow," Henry said. "Don't move an inch. Where's dinner?"
"In the microwave, Master," Lianna replied. Henry put down his briefcase, tossed his overcoat on the couch. Normally Lianna would have hung up his coat neatly, but today she held her pose for her master. He walked up to her, took her arms in his hands, and hungrily kissed her neck and shoulder. She wished she could respond, but she had to remain still, as he'd ordered. With a final caress of her motionless cheek, Henry walked around her to the kitchen.
She heard Henry behind her, in the kitchen. Then there was silence. A moment later, she felt his hand on her butt. She sucked in a breath, the only outward sign of pleasure she could make, as his fingers slid up to the patch of bare skin at her waist. "Dinner can wait," Henry announced.
Pleased, Dianne awaited his next order, hoping he intended to leave her in natural mode for this - and to let her move! But instead, Henry literally swept her off her feet, carrying her into his bedroom. Her body remained perfectly rigid, like a mannequin, except for her hair trailing down from her head. In the bedroom, he set her gently on her feet again, steadying her wobble with a hand on her shoulder. Moving slowly but deliberately, he took her fully in his arms, holding her rigid body against his. He nuzzled her cheek with his, short bits of stubble scratching her skin as he moved against her. She could only stand there, paralyzed, as he brushed her motionless lips with his own, setting off sparks of helpless passion within her, but he didn't quite kiss her. If only she could move, even just her lips, she would... but no, she could only wait upon her master's will. Pulling himself away from her slightly, Henry then began to undress - no, to unwrap her, with the delight of a child opening an unexpected present. Seeing his joy, Dianne was just as happy not to be able to move and spoil it, as much as she desperately wanted to make love to him.
When she was down to her shoes and the undergarments he'd told her to wear that morning, he allowed her to move. But before she could do anything to relieve her sexual frustration, he gave her more orders.
"Sit down, Lianna," he said. Ever obedient, the android went and sat on the edge of the bed. "Okay, pay attention. Don't move your butt. And don't move your... your big toes. If I move them, you just leave them wherever I put them. Okay?"
"Okay, but-"
"Don't talk." Dianne shut up. "Now, put your hands on your thighs." She obeyed. "I want you to keep your fingertips all touching your thighs. You can move them around if you want, but don't take them off your thighs. If they somehow stop touching your thighs, don't move that arm until they are again." He looked at her expectantly, so she nodded. "Good."
The ground rules apparently set, Henry began to experiment. He lifted her left leg off the floor, and removed the shoe from it. When he let go, Dianne could not put it back down. It felt as if her big toe had been nailed to an invisible spot in space, about a foot above the floor. He repeated the process on her other foot, then began gently feeling his way up her leg. Dianne smiled, and began sensually moving her own fingers along her thighs.
"Close your eyes," Henry ordered. "Keep them closed."
Dianne's smile faded, but she closed her eyes obediently. She felt Henry's hands clasp around both her ankles. Suddenly he pulled on them, yanking her off the bed to land with a thud and a startled cry on the floor, leaning back against the side of the bed. He spread her feet apart on the floor, just far enough apart that she thought she could probably bring her knees together without moving her toes, if she tried.
But instead, Henry took her waist in his hands - he must be standing over her, Dianne thought, though she could not open her eyes to see - and lifted her torso. Lianna slid herself back along the bed, so that when he let go - which he did - she could hold her butt off the floor where he had put it. It was certainly an awkward position, and one she could not have held for more than a few seconds as a human, but her android body simply locked her knees and spine, holding her rigid where Henry had placed her. She next felt his fingers fumbling with her lace thong. Cool air chilled her damp aroused sex as Henry pulled the lacy garment away from her groin and down her legs. She slid her fingers down her thighs before him, but in order to remove the thong it had to slide between her fingertips and her thighs, separating them so that she might no longer move her arms, even to put her hands back on her thighs. Although she was in natural mode, she had very little freedom left.
Happily for her, Henry next put his hands on her hips and pushed her back down on the floor. As her body bent, her fingers touched her thighs again, and she regained control of her arms. Once her seat was firmly planted on the floor again, she could unlock her spine and sit up from the bed. Henry drew her feet together again to slide off her thong, but then spread them apart again, further than before, leaving her sex exposed whether she willed it or not.
She felt nothing further for a few minutes, though she could hear Henry moving not far from her. Then he sat down in the gap between her legs, his bare skin leaning against the inside of her right thigh. She gasped suddenly at a light tickle at her sex, but it was not repeated. So far, things were not going exactly as Dianne had hoped. She was in natural mode, true, but she was still getting no say in how their lovemaking proceeded. She tried bending forward, hoping to find him, kiss him, and perhaps draw him into a more equal sharing.
"No," Henry said. "Put your shoulders back. Way back." Despite Dianne's half-hearted attempt to prevent it, Lianna leaned back against the bed again, arching her back a little and thrusting her breasts out. "Yes, keep them like that. Don't move your shoulders."
Dianne was now all but helpless. Her feet were stuck far apart, her fingers confined to her thighs, her shoulders pressed back against the bed, her eyes closed, unable to speak. She could only breathe heavily as she felt Henry's fingers on the tops of her breasts, peeling down the lace to expose her nipples to the air. She moaned in pleasure as his hands played along the soft skin of her shoulders and upper torso, lighly teasing her. He didn't bother to actually remove her bra, but just left it loosely cupping the bottoms of her breasts. Oh, if only she could... she tried to move her left hand to her sex, but could only go as far as the top of her thigh.
His touch moved up to her neck, one hand going to the left side of her jaw, the other to lightly stroke her chin and lips. She kissed his fingers, that being all of him she could find, hoping he would take that for the invitation it was... how could she possibly endure his teasing, taunting touch much longer? She felt she must surely explode.
"What are you thinking now, Lianna?" Henry asked.
"You feel so good, Henry, I want to make love to you myself, won't you please let me," she gasped, all one burst of feeling. Dianne hardly thought she would have had the presence of mind to say anything sensible at all; Lianna had forced coherent words out her mouth.
"You like the way this feels?" He was gently caressing her cheek with one hand, and massaging one of her breasts with tht other.
"Oh, yes, Master," she breathed.
"How about this?" One of his hands moved down to her sex, touching her oh-so-lightly and oh-so-wonderfully.
"Oh, yes, Master," she repeated, scarcely able to speak for the passion running through her.
His hand left her crotch (Oh, keep going!) and took her left hand, lifting it off her thigh. Immediately her left arm froze. She could feel him manipulating her fingers, pushing them close together and curving them gently. He pulled her hand up, and she felt him kiss it lightly. Then he pushed it back down, placing it against his Lianna-inspired erection, somewhat cupping it in her fingers.
"What would you do if I let you move your left hand now?" he asked.
Dianne could scarcely think, but again Lianna came up with an answer for her. "I would probably make you cum, Master. Unless you prefer something else?"
"Hmmm," Henry sighed. "You can move your left hand. Including your wrist."
She moved her fingers lightly. As helpless as she was, this was the first time Henry had ever let her touch his sex under her own control. She carefully felt him, exploring his body (or what little of it she could reach - but that was an important piece, from her point of view). She felt his member stiffen even further under her touch, and, knowing what she could do to him, proceeded to do it. If she pleased him enough today, with so little control of herself, perhaps another time he would give her even more freedom?
Meanwhile he continued to enjoy the rest of her body, touching and kissing and nuzzling, keeping her at the very height of sexual arousal just in the knowledge of how her body and face and even her helplessness excited him. If his touches were arousing him anywhere near as much as they excited her -
He gasped, as wet, sticky liquid shot from his member. His caresses stopped as he came, damping her hand around it and the inside of her thigh. Dianne, though highly aroused, wasn't ready to come, and Henry didn't seem to notice or care. When the flow of cum stopped, he moved, pulling his member away from her reach and leaning himself against Lianna's body. She squirmed under him, hoping to remind him to help her reach satisfaction herself.
"Relax, Lianna," he said, stopping her squirming. She didn't want to relax, she wanted him to make love to her... but he wasn't giving her a choice. She felt so full of sexual energy it seemed incredible that her circuits weren't audibly crackling, but her body relaxed at his command.
(He hates me,) she thought silently. (Why won't he ever let me enjoy sex with him? I want him to enjoy me, yes, but how can I make him let me enjoy it too?)
She didn't expect an answer from her director, and she didn't get one.
After a little while, she felt Henry shift his weight on her and stand up. "You can move now, Lianna," he said.
Instantly, Dianne opened her eyes. Henry was walking away from her, toward his closet. She didn't say anything - what was there to say? Henry was clearly done with her. He'd had his pleasure of his toy, and now he'd go back to dinner. Sadly, she began to stand up, though she stopped when she noticed the cum drying on her leg. Henry noticed it too, as he turned back to her, shrugging on a bathrobe.
"Go clean yourself up," he said casually.
And the dam broke.
"Why do you hate me!" Dianne cried. She just couldn't keep her anger, fear and frustration under control anymore. She was sure she would be crying if she could.
"What?" Henry looked up at her, and his face softened as he saw her expression. "What do you mean? Why would I hate you?"
"Well, then, why do you always- I mean, I know I'm not human and I have to do whatever you want me to, and I like making love to you and being your doll but why don't you ever let me enjoy it too?! Are you punishing me for something? What am I doing wrong? What is -"
But she couldn't go on. Overcome with emotion, she sank down on the bed, not even noticing Lianna's subtle guidance of her body to keep the cum on her from soiling the blanket.
"Wow," said Henry, after a moment.
Dianne looked up at him, confused. "What?"
Henry shook his head. "Nothing. I just... didn't realize you could say all that."
Come to think of it, neither had Dianne. (How come you let me go on like that?) she asked silently.
(You have not been ordered to avoid such displays,) her director replied.
"So are you going to tell me not to do it again?" she asked aloud.
Henry looked at her thoughfully for a moment. "No, I don't think so. Actually I kind of liked it."
"Really?" Dianne asked in surprise. "Why?"
"Well, don't go doing it all the time, of course, but... if I wanted a doll who was always calm and perky, I wouldn't have bothered getting a donated personality android. I was actually starting to wonder whether you were worth it, you were so... well, robotic."
"Oh. I've never thought of myself as robotic before... I mean, except literally."
Henry sat down next to her. "Well, you never seem to do anything on your own, or to have feelings about anything. You just do what I tell you to. I guess you've been a little more natural than Julia was, but not that much."
"I didn't want to do anything you wouldn't like," Dianne said, looking down at her hands. "I thought I must have done something to annoy you, and you were punishing me."
Henry took her chin in his fingers and turned her face towards him. "Lianna, if you do something I don't want you to, I don't waste my time punishing you. I just tell you to do what I want you to. Then you do it. Right?"
"Yes, of course, but I still didn't want to upset you even the first time."
"I don't think you could really upset me if you wanted to," Henry said. "I've read your standing orders, and I've known other IPM androids. You really can't get into too much trouble. If I couldn't count on that I wouldn't have bought you."
"Yes, Master," Dianne agreed.
"Besides, if you do manage to piss me off, I'll sue IPM's pants off and retire." Henry laughed, and Dianne found herself starting to smile too.
"Then you're not upset with me for anything?" she asked one more time.
"Absolutely not." And he kissed her lightly on the lips. "Now go clean yourself off, and reheat my dinner."
Lianna stood up, but Dianne stopped. She knew she didn't have long before Lianna would force her to obey Henry's order. "May I ask you a favor, Henry?" she asked.
"You can ask," Henry said. "I might say no. What do you want?"
"I want to make love to you again, but... No, I want you to make love to me. I promise, I'll make sure you enjoy it, but could you please let me enjoy it too?" She tried blinking her eyes pleadingly at him. It had never worked for Dianne, but maybe for Lianna...
Henry looked at her lustfully. "Sure, why not?"
At once, Dianne came toward him, reaching behind her back to undo her bra.
"After I eat," Henry added. "But there's no need to keep you waiting. Switch to robot mode, Lianna."
IPM Android S/N EN-T-05-A147 (Lianna) Robot mode (immediate verbal instruction)
IPM Android S/N EN-T-05-A147 (Lianna) Natural mode (immediate verbal instruction)
For an instant she thought no time had passed, but then she realized she was nude, and her body felt cool and clean and slightly damp. But her pose was just as it had been before Henry had shut off her mind, and he stood almost exactly where he had, but now he was naked too. The look on his face had changed, she noticed, but that was to be expected.
She opened her lips to ask if he had eaten, but before she could get a word out, Henry covered her lips with his own. She decided that meant he had, so she leaned against him and kissed him with all the passion she had suppressed for so long.
Still kissing her, he picked her up, cradling her in his arms. She put her arms around his neck as he gently laid her down on his bed.
"I love you, Henry," she said softly as their kiss ended. She lowered her hands to his arms, gently drawing him down to the bed on top of her.
"Mmmm," Henry grunted, pulling himself out of her arms. She looked up querulously, and saw as well as felt him working his way down her smooth nude body, admiring her curves and surfaces. He stopped when he reached her sex, and blew gently between her legs. She shivered deliciously, moaning with appreciation.
"I like that," she whispered. "Come up here, and I'll do something you'll like."
He looked up sharply at that, but Dianne ignored it, and after a second he looked down at her again, and began to work his way back up. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, before pausing to take her left nipple in his mouth and suck on it. Dianne's hands found his shoulders, noticing more tension in them than she expected, and began to knead them with android persistence, her hands occasionally tightening when Henry's tongue touched her breast particularly nicely.
After a little while of this, she reached down a bit further and drew him farther up her body, bringing his head within range of her lips. He grunted, and began kissing her nose, her face, her cheeks. Lianna reached down and gently guided him into her, then pulled him against her as she'd wanted him for so long. That was when Henry pulled away from her.
"Dammit," he barked. "Go to position A."
Dianne had no idea what he was talking about, but Lianna didn't hesitate. Immediately she stretched her arms out above her head, and grasped two bars of the brass headboard. Her legs stretched out as well, spread apart at a wide angle. She could still move, but she couldn't unwrap her hands from the headboard, and her ankles felt as if they were anchored in place. Lianna confirmed this for her as she tried to move: (In position A, you may not open your hands or move your ankles from the spots they are in.)
"Hey," she said accusingly. She stopped - then decided to go ahead anyway. After all, he'd said she wouldn't upset him. "I thought we were going to do this together."
"I changed my mind," Henry grunted. "Don't worry, I'll still let you enjoy it."
"Well, yes, but I was going to make love to you too..."
"Yes, you are, but like this. Don't hold back - I want to know how much you're enjoying it."
"Did I do something wrong?"
"Don't talk." Thus silenced, she could only submit once again to Henry's will - though he had not lied about her enjoying it. His first move was to go back down to her sex and toy with her there. Each gentle touch sent waves of pleasure through her body, sending her squirming delightfully. She was embarrassed by the small silly sounds of arousal that escaped her lips, but she couldn't hold them back. She kept forgetting she couldn't move her hands, and trying to grab Henry and make love to him - but she couldn't find any way to hurry him along. And truthfully, she wasn't sure she wanted to. As long as he didn't give up part way through, she was loving this.
By the time Henry was ready to move on, Dianne was wondering whether her circuits could overload from frustrated arousal. He climbed up her, working his hands and hairy chest up her body inch by inch. This time he paid no special attention to her heaving breasts, but made his way directly to her lips. They kissed deeper and sexier than she had ever kissed anyone before. She felt his damp erection searching for her sex, and longed to help him - but it didn't take him too long to find her and finally enter her. For the first time, she could really feel him inside her. She found she could grab him there (had she even had such muscles as a human?) and please him even as he pleased her. Uncertain what to do next, she let Lianna guide her, and began to discover what it meant to have professionally programmed sexual subroutines.
Henry's mouth left hers, and she began to moan and gasp as he started to move against her. She found his rhythm and matched it, letting Lianna handle the details of lovemaking while she enjoyed herself. She noticed herself relaxing her action just as she felt nearly ready to come, and nearly tried to override Lianna - but then was reminded that her director knew a whole lot more about sex than she did, as her arousal soared to even new heights, and she could tell Henry's was doing the same. When finally Henry began to spurt inside her, that was the trigger for her own glorious orgasm. For all that she had looked forward to this feeling, she was scarcely aware of it with her conscious mind.
Afterwards, Henry rolled off of her. She found her hands and feet once more under her control, and she turned herself to take him in her arms, and they lay together for some time. She still couldn't speak, but she purred against him like a cat to let him know how much she'd enjoyed him.
After a while, Henry got up. He didn't say anything to her, even when she sat up and made a questioning noise, but headed for the bathroom. Dianne decided to wait for him. She didn't hear the shower run, though he was there a long time before the flush.
When he returned, he arranged a couple of pillows so he could sit up in bed, and proceeded to do so. Dianne curled herself up against his shoulder, and was a bit surprised he let her do so.
"I want to tell you something I just figured out," Henry said. "If you were a real woman, I'd owe you this explanation. Since you're not, I don't, but... well, I can always tell you to forget it if I decide to. I need to talk it out,though."
Dianne made an encouraging noise, and settled in to listen.
"I mentioned Ellen to you, I think. My ex-wife. I never told you why we got divorced, though, partly because I really didn't know why myself until just now. She looked a little like you - not as beautiful, of course; she was human, but more or less the same build, same kind of hair, similar shape to her face. That's part of why I picked you to buy when I went looking for a doll. I really was in love with her.
"We had an open marriage. I don't think either of us really expected to take advantage of it when we decided on it, but it was the thing to do back in the late thirties, so we did. I never did take advantage of it, but Ellen did after a few years. Never with any one guy for long, but she liked to go to clubs and meet people, and I was happy for her if it made her happy.
"For a while, anyway. Then it started to dawn on me that she had a whole lot more sexual experience than I did. She knew what she wanted in bed a lot more than I did, and she was the type who let you know what she wanted. Well, I didn't mind that, especially since I benefited just as much from her experience, but... I started to feel like she must be comparing me to all the other men she's slept with. Oh, I know that's silly, but that's how I felt - and it just started to bug me. That was the beginning of the end for us.
"She started to intimidate me - no, I don't really mean that. I started to let her intimidate me. And I was ashamed of myself for letting her, and ashamed of myself for being ashamed... and I wish I could blame her for not doing something to stop the cycle, but I honestly don't know what she could have done. I tried to have an affair myself... but, well, I'm not exactly sexy" (Dianne harrumphed) "and I never was particularly good at picking up women, so...
"But I never really understood what was going on. All I knew was I didn't enjoy sleeping with Ellen anymore, and I couldn't say why. I tried to tell her I didn't want her to go out clubbing anymore, but I didn't know why. And our marriage... just slowly fell apart. Does that make any sense?"
Dianne thought about it. She wasn't really sure it did make sense to her. Her own experience never got anywhere near as close to happiness as Henry had had. But she knew she couldn't tell him about that, and she knew what Henry needed. She nodded gently, and hugged him tightly.
"Anyway," Henry went on, "I realized that when I was making love to you just now, you were doing what Ellen used to do. Showing me what you wanted in bed. That's what bothered me, and that's why I restrained you, and after that it was great." Dianne purred again. "But then when we were done, I started thinking about why that bothered me, and for the first time I put together what I just told you. I'm still not sure what I think about that."
He didn't say anything more for a while. Dianne kept her arms around him, trying to comfort him with her presence. She kissed his cheek once, but not again, sensing he needed reassurance, but nothing more - and she still could not speak to him even if she had known what to say. But it made her happy to be able to comfort him this way.
After a long while, Henry tapped her arm gently, and she moved to let him get up. He caressed her cheek lightly. "You're wonderful, you know that?"
Dianne smiled proudly.
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