The Massage Robot

I headed straight for the room with the robot in it, my heart was racing with excitement as I approached the door. I took out the RFID card and swiped it, waiting for the door to unlock. As soon as it clicked open, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.

I took a deep breath and looked around the room. The robot, the table, the control panel. Everything was exactly as it had been when we had left the day before. The lights had come on when I had entered the room and the silence in this space simply added to the anticipation.

I put my gym bag down on the floor took off my jacket. First bit of feed back for Amber: she needed a coat stand or something in here.

I walked over to the control panel and remembered that Amber had activated it using the RFID card. I swiped the card and the interface welcomed me with Amber's name, which was a little weird but it didn't seem to be a problem. I couldn't help but feel a little surge of excitement. I had been thinking about this moment all morning, wondering which program I should try first. I scrolled down the list; there were so many options to choose from and I wanted to try them all.

Straight away I nearly chose a program called "Deep Tissue Massage." It sounded intense and I was eager to see what it was all about. I knew enough about "Thai Stretch Massage" to know I wasn't ready for that one. There was another called "The Full Body Experience" which sounded interesting. Then finally, right at the bottom of the list, I saw a program called "long 5". It looked like it was something a little bit different from the rest. Curious I tapped on it, and I was able to read the description, which simply said "long, intense, multiple positions."

The idea of being gripped and moved around by the robot definitely appealed to me somehow, and I had a feeling that this program would do that a lot. I selected the program and the screen flashed up green.

"Thankyou. Please stand on the platform and enjoy your massage."

"Thankyou too." I said.

I slipped off my trainers and walked over to the platform. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I was alone in the room with a robot, and I couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I had made the right choice. But then I reminded myself that I had come here to try out the robot, and that's exactly what I was going to do.

I stepped onto the platform and waited for the robot to start. I could feel my heart racing as I waited for it to come to life. I wondered if it was better or worse for my nerves that the user started each program with their back to the robot. On one hand, it was nice to not have to face the robot head-on and and see it reaching toward you. On the other hand, not being able to see what was coming made it harder to prepare myself mentally for whatever the robot had in store for me.

Suddenly I could sense that the arms had started moving. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous as they wrapped around my arms and thighs, gently lifting me off the ground. But as I was turned around and placed back on the table, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement too. I had a feeling that this program was going to be intense, and I was excited to see what it would be like.

I could feel the robot's arms moving around me, lightly touching every part of my body. It was an odd sensation, but not an unpleasant one. I could feel the robot's arms pausing at different points on my body, scanning and analysing every inch of me. In a way it made me feel naked, even though I was still dressed in my gym clothes.

The massage started and I closed my eyes letting the robot do its work. The massage arms were moving smoothly and efficiently over my skin, working their way down my body with precise movements. I could feel the muscles in my back and shoulders starting to relax as the robot continued to work on them. The massage began gently, but quickly became more vigorous. I could feel the arms kneading and pressing against my muscles and the vibrations from the massage guns felt incredible. It was an intense experience, but I couldn't help but enjoy it.

Then the robot suddenly picked me up and turned me over. I let out a little yelp of surprise, but then laughed as I realised what was happening. I had to admit, I was really enjoying being handled by the robot. It was a strange feeling, being completely at the mercy of this machine, but I couldn't deny that it felt good to be completely pampered like this.

As I lay on my back, I felt a gentle but firm grip wrap around my arms and legs. I was surprised at how strong the robot was as it easily pulled my arms and legs out to the sides and stretched them out. I could feel the robot's arms holding onto my limbs, applying a consistent and gentle pressure to stretch out my muscles. It was a strange sensation, but I found myself enjoying the feeling of being held in place and manipulated by the robot.

The robot was precise and controlled in its movements, holding on to my arms and legs with a strength that was firm but not at all uncomfortable. Meanwhile, the massage arms continued to work their way over my body, applying pressure in all the right places. I couldn't help but feel a sense of relaxation wash over me as I surrendered myself to the robot's care. Despite the intensity of the massage, I felt completely safe and secure in the robot's grip. I closed my eyes and let myself be carried away by the sensation of the massage.

As I lay there I became aware of something about the nature of the massage changing. The manipulators were still holding me in position, but they had released the stretch. The massage guns had taken over the majority of what the robot was doing to my body, but their power level was reducing to a much lower level. Everything until now had been pretty intense. Now it felt a lot more like the robot was soothing my body with something like those magic wand vibrators rather than kneading and pummelling it.

The vibrations moving over my body were very pleasant, and as the robot continued to hold me in position I felt sense of intrigue and excitement from this new feeling. I tested the robot's hold by trying to move my arms and legs and as I expected the robot wouldn't let me. It reinforced the feeling that it was in complete control of my body, almost like I was in a state of pure surrender to the robot's movements. It was as though I could feel a sense of trust building with the robot. I trusted that it knew exactly what it was doing, and that it was going to take care of me.

Then I jumped as one of the vibrating arm tips moved over my inner thigh, a place that so far the robot's touch had never strayed. It started at the inside of my knee and rolled up my leg before it moved up onto the front of my thigh. It wouldn't have been pleasant if it had been acting as a massage gun, but at this power level it felt pretty good.

I giggled to myself and I confess my thoughts became a bit more naughty. Not for the first time I realised, as though the presence of the vibrating massager had stirred dormant thoughts in the back of my mind. I imagined the physical presence of a past boyfriend pinning my body as he held me down on my bed and oh so slowly moved a vibrator up my inner thigh and onto my most sensitive parts. I thought of his fingers curled around my wrist, the irresistible strength of his arm muscles. Suddenly in my mind he had more arms, those arms holding me everywhere and I knew I wasn't just excited about the massage, I was actually becoming aroused.

For the first time I found myself wondering how much longer the massage would run for because I would have some business to attend to at home immediately after it had ended. I was wondering whether my favourite toy in my nightstand was charged when I was rudely interrupted. A second vibrator head - I was suddenly thinking of the massage guns as wand vibrators - was moving up the inside of my other thigh. It also didn't go all the way up my leg as though the robot was teasing me. I liked the sensation a lot, though this massage was taking an interesting turn and I thought about how I might bring this up with Amber later.

As the robot continued to run the massagers over my body, I could feel it adjust my position. I felt the table shift and change shape beneath me and I found myself in a sitting position. The robot's manipulator arms were in control of my limbs and I felt my arms being placed on armrests that had extended from the table. The robot had also moved my knees apart, positioning my legs in a wide but comfortable position.

It suddenly occurred to me that I might have been becoming aroused for longer than I had realised and without thinking I went to check for any dampness between my legs. However, before my hand could even reach my lap, I felt the robot's manipulator quickly and precisely catch my hand and redirect it back to the armrest. The movement was so smooth and seamless that I didn't even realise what had happened until my hand was back in place.

I had forgotten that the robot was constantly monitoring my every move and making sure that I was in the right position. I couldn't even scratch my nose if I wanted to. I laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Here I was, a human being being held in place by a machine. I felt like a puppet, with the robot as my puppeteer, controlling every move I made. I hadn't been able to check to see if I was wet, but it seemed to be an increasing certainty.

I felt the vibrating massagers return to tease the inside of my thighs again. I looked on in fascination as they tracked along my body getting further and further up my legs. Then, as I watched, one of them actually settled into my crotch for just a moment. I closed my eyes and gasped at the intense sensation, but in a blink the massager had moved on. Was I going crazy? Had that really just happened? It was an explicitly sexual act, and it had to have been deliberate. Everything the robot did was deliberate.

Then it happened again, for longer this time, the buzzing vibration between my legs was pushed into exactly the right spot with exactly the right amount of pressure and I moaned involuntarily in pleasure. I suddenly had absolutely no doubt that the robot was deliberately trying to stimulate me sexually.

Before I could even begin to process this new reality I caught a new movement out of the corner of my eye. I watched as the robot brought two of the massage arms down in front of me. Close up the sports massage guns on their tips did indeed also look a lot like wand massagers. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but when the arms suddenly moved in toward my breasts I instinctively tried to move my arms to stop them.

Instantly the robot's manipulator arms zipped in to catch my hands and returned them to the armrests. I couldn't help but feel a little freaked out by this and I tried again, this time putting more force into it. Once again, the robot used its manipulators to return my arms to the armrests and this time it held them in place. I kept pushing back with all my might, but the robot's arms wouldn't budge. It was like my body was being taken over and controlled by the robot and my heart was racing with a mix of fear and excitement.

I felt a sense of rising panic as the massage arms touched my breasts and began to vibrate and move in small circles. The sudden stimulation was already too much and I could feel the vibrations getting stronger. I tried to wriggle my torso away from contact with the arms but they stayed in contact and more manipulator arms quickly intervened, grasping my shoulders, holding me firmly in place and preventing me from moving.

It was a strange feeling to be physically struggling with a machine. I didn't want to give up but the robot's precision and strength proved too much for me. I couldn't move, there was no way for me to escape, and I was completely at the mercy of the robot's programmed routine. Whatever that was.

Once again a buzzing vibration returned between my thighs and once again it finished by lingering right bang centre on my clitoris. Through the fog of arousal that seemed to be clogging my brain it dawned on me that if this robot was as efficient with these vibrators as it was at massage I was in some serious trouble.

I use the fog of arousal as the excuse for taking so long to think of what I did next. I am pretty sure that an increasing part of me wanted more of what I was experiencing. A lot more! But it was out of control, it was all happening so quickly and I at least needed to catch my breath.

"Pause."

The robot continued to work my body.

"Pause." I said, louder this time.

This time I heard the synthetic female voice from the control panel. "Voice commands are disabled for this program."

"What?!" I shouted. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. "Stop! End Massage!"

"You wanted this Amber." The voice said simply.

"What the hell does that mean?" I practically screamed at it.

Then I actually screamed because one of the vibrators landed square in my crotch and fuck it felt so good I was suddenly terrified! Terrified that I now had no way of ending this experience, I had absolutely no control over my fate or what I was about to experience. Even more terrified that a big part of me, more than I care to admit, wasn't feeling fear at all, it was feeling exhilaration!

Something snapped inside me, call it panic, call it fight or flight, it was purely emotional, visceral. I was flooded by an irrational urge to wriggle my way out of the robot's grip and I threw everything I had into it. I twisted, turned and squirmed, using every ounce of strength and every trick I could think of.

But the robot's grip was relentless. With each passing moment my determination turned into desperation as I found myself unable to break free. But there was something undeniably exhilarating about the struggle, it felt like I was in a constant battle of wills with the machine. It was like I was feeling the power and precision of the robot's machinery and technology for myself. The robot's grip remained firm and secure as it matched my strength and intensity. It was as if it knew exactly how much force to use, and it was determined to keep me in place.

Finally, I was exhausted and my body ached, and the final insult was that when I went limp my bonds, which had felt stronger than steel just seconds before, seemed to vanish.

The next instant I was caught off guard as the robot suddenly picked me up, effortlessly lifting me off the table with ease. I let out a surprised yelp as I was manhandled into a new position, my arms and legs adjusted and repositioned by the robot's manipulators. Before I knew it, I found myself on all fours on the table, the robot's manipulators gently adjusting my position. Despite the suddenness of the movement, I couldn't deny the rush of exhilaration I felt as the robot effortlessly lifted and manipulated my body. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I realised the robot's absolute control over my fate, and it was both terrifying and exciting at the same time.

Being in this new position, with my hands and feet on the table, made me feel extremely vulnerable, but at the same time I was starting to admit to myself that it was a thrill to be at the mercy of this powerful machine. Despite myself I let out an excited giggle as I felt like I had been thrown into some sort of mechanical rodeo, and I was loving every second of it. Wasn't something this what I had secretly wanted all along when I had chosen this program?

The massage arms seemed to swarm over the lower half of my body. They were actually massaging me this time, on my thighs and my lower back, and I could feel them working deep into my muscles. Then one of the vibrating tips came at me from behind and pushed itself up between my legs, gently vibrating and pulsing as it moved back and forth. The sensation was overwhelming, and I found myself caught up in the intensity of the moment and I couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure.

I felt the presence of the manipulators on the top of my shoulders and the pressure increased as they pushed me down onto the table. I let out a surprised "oh!" as my face was pressed into the headrest leaving my ass up in the air. I could feel the intensity of the massage increasing on my butt and thighs, kneading and pummelling my muscles. The vibrator was still laying into me, and the sports massage guns pushing into the back of my thighs only seemed to heighten the sensation.

It was a strange experience being held down by the robot in this way. It was yet another demonstration of its strength that made me feel subjugated, humiliated almost, and yet strangely just like everything else the robot had done I hadn't once felt pain or like I'd been in any danger. It was intense, but in the best way possible, and despite everything I couldn't help but trust the robot to know exactly what it was doing.

I started to feel myself being carried away by the experience. I could feel my breathing getting heavier and harder as every passing second brought me closer to release. Something about this situation had triggered a heightened state of arousal, and I found myself unable to stop myself from trying to thrust my hips against the vibrator. The robot's manipulator arms quickly moved to grip me there, keeping my hips in position, and the robot's grip on my shoulders and head remained firm.

The stern, insistent grip of the manipulator arms on my hips also seemed to magnify my arousal. Now as the tip of the vibrator pushed deep into me it felt like too much, but the robotic arms kept me from backing away from it. My whole body tensed as I struggled to resist the machine that was driving me to orgasm and I felt it start to shake with the effort. I felt my vaginal muscles clenching and releasing rhythmically as I fought to hold back the inevitable.

Just as I was about to crest the wave, without warning the robot suddenly scooped me up and flipped me around like a pro wrestler. I could feel my body shifting and contorting, being expertly guided into a new position. I felt like a gymnast being thrown around by a partner in a routine, and I let out a surprised gasp as I was positioned on my knees, with my hands reaching up towards the ceiling. I could feel the firm yet gentle grip of the manipulator arms holding me in place, keeping me steady as I adjusted to this unexpected new pose.

It was more than a little disorienting, partly from the rush of adrenaline that came with being so effortlessly manhandled, but mostly because the stimulation had stopped. Not for long though, before I had even finished processing this fact, the vibrator was pushing back in again. It teased me this time, not going deep, but rather rubbing back and forth across my clitoris. The sensation was intense and I couldn't help but let out an involuntary shudder of pleasure as it happened. I wasn't going anywhere with the padded manipulator arms wrapped firmly around my wrists, holding them securely above my head. The grip was tight, but not uncomfortable.

Even as this was happening I could feel the other massage arms moving in on me, targeting different areas of my back and shoulders. The sensation was intense as they went to work on my muscles, but it felt so good at the same time. I could feel my body relaxing and surrendering to the robot's touch.

Despite the robot seeming to try to pace me with the vibrator, it didn't take long at all for me to get close to the edge. Again, the robot backed off and I groaned as once again I felt it moving me into a new position.

I could feel my body being guided and manipulated by the robot's arms as it carefully bent me over backwards. My arms were still held above my head but now my torso was being supported by the table, while my legs are being held down by the robot's manipulators. The sensation was intense, as I could feel my body stretching in ways I didn't think possible. Fortunately the robot's grip on my wrists was firm but not restrictive, allowing me to relax into the stretch. I could feel my breath catch in my throat as my body was pushed to its limits.