Kinktober 2022 #8 - Robot/Fly 

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, FM/fff, maledom, F/fff, lesdom, F/m, femdom, married couple dominants, legal slavery, bondage slavery, plugs, vibrators

When Stability returned it rapidly became clear that in some ways society had not only stagnated, but regressed. 

Drones were a common sight in the kinds of suburban neighborhoods Dale spent most his life in. Some were complete robots that were autonomous as a drone could be. Dale's were still the kind of old fashioned remote controlled ones you could find at the start of the twenty-first century. Though a bit smaller and more maneuverable than any of those antiques were. Dale liked it that way, there was something about controlling it yourself that made looking through its eyes more satisfying.

He mostly used it to “spy” on his property. When he had a minute at work, usually during his lunch break but also a few other scattered times throughout the day, he’d fire it up and take a swing around his home. There was a drone for the inside of the house and one for the outside, so Dale didn’t miss anything.

It couldn’t really be called spying because all the slaves knew the drone was there to watch them. That was just the word Dale liked to use. It made his wife Ava roll her eyes and joke about how at least her voyeur husband wasn’t going to get himself in trouble by spying on someone else’s house.

Ava was actually home today, she usually gave herself a day off every other month, and she was the first thing Dale saw as he began his usual inside route. She looked up from reading her tablet on her favorite spot on the couch and did her famous smile and eye roll routine

At her feet was their only male slave, a young man Ava bought mainly for herself and renamed Rex. Ava kept him in the basement and out of sunlight as much as she could without endangering his health. She liked his skin nice and pale, said she got a kick out of the contrast with his pitch dark hair, the ever present leather collar on his neck, or when she could see it against own black skin. He was doing that right now, actually. Giving her a foot massage, unimpeded by the cuffs keeping his wrists close together. Dale wondered if this was before or after she ordered him to eat her out and decided the answer was probably both.

“Dale," Ava said to the drone, "can you pick something up for me on your way home today? Birdie’s not going to be able to get there in time, it’s on the other side of town from all the other errands she’s running today.”

A simple button press activated the drone’s microphone. “Sure, honey. No problem. Is she out right now?”

“Yes, getting groceries. The others are both outside, so you don’t need to send that thing all over the house.”

Well, that was disappointing. Dale liked searching the whole house with his drone, guessing where he’d find his slaves as he went along. Oh well. It did make a high-pitched noise as it flew, which Dale knew would irritate Ava if it went on for too long.

As he maneuvered the inside drone back to its charging station and turned on its outside brother, Dale idly pushed another button. This one would activate the low vibration function on Birdie’s chastity plugs. Wherever she was, she’d be dealing with the sudden start of a nice round of distracted buzzing. Unless she was driving, of course, in which case they would turn on the moment the car was off.

Dale loved surprising the petite blonde errand girl with her plugs. She still made a delightful little "eep" sound that he could imagine as if he was sitting right next to her.

The outside drone was in the air now, camera showing Dale his backyard. Like every other house in his suburban subdivision neighborhood, it was a nice backyard attached to a nice, big house. The pool had been covered up for the fall and winter a couple months ago, and the fallen autumn leaves were… mostly gone. That was different from when Dale looked out at the backyard this morning.

Knowing what that meant, Dale flew his drone over his two-story home to the front yard. Sure enough, there was Kitty and Puppy raking the leaves off the lawn. Both were wearing their outside “uniforms” for the steadily chillier fall weather. Tight sweaters, just-as-tight jeans, and knee high boots.

Kitty was hunched down and focused on her work, so she didn’t see or hear the drone right away. It gave Dale a good look at her pert little rump. Her brown hair bobbed up and down when she did notice the drone. She sent a polite wave its way.

Puppy though, she noticed it right away. Just as blonde as Birdie, but a few inches shorter and a little more buxom, she looked up at it with a playful grin and a much jauntier wave. She followed it up with a rude gesture that made Dale chuckle. All the slaves knew Puppy was his favorite, and she wasn’t shy about using that status.

Dale considered turning on their plugs too, at full blast. Let them work with that kind of pleasure. He could see them tensing up to expect it, too. It was something he did fairly often. And why else linger for so long unless he was expecting a show? Other than the pleasant sight of their tight outfits hugging their bodies and curves, of course.

Ultimately, he decided not to. Let them wait for their pleasure.

His daily odyssey in and around his suburban home complete, Dale sent the outside drone back to its charging station. He was already planning what he would do when he got home.