The Princess Doll part.02

    The main stairs of the mansion with the luxurious red carpet are the host of a most unusual scene. The artificial maids, which make up the entire indoors staff of the mansion while the lord of the mansion is away, are gathered at the bottom of the steps; the only differences between them their rainbow of different colored hair. At the top of the steps where they split between the east and west wings are Catherine Jones the mistress of the mansion in her beige business suit and beside her is Amara decked out in a white gown and fine jewels which Catherina has adorned her with.

  Catherine addresses the maids, “This is an order, from this day forward Princess Amara is to be regarded as your master, only below myself and Mr. Jones. She is not your servant, she is not your coworker or fellow service unit; she is your boss, she is to be treated as a guest, a master, as a lady, and as a Princess. Am I understood?”

   The maids all bow and say in unison, “Yes ma’am, order understood.”

    ******

    The day passes as though it were a montage, a dinner of soup and fine wine, snuggling together on the couch as they watch a movie on a massive screen, changing Amara into a precious white nightgown as they head for bed, brushing each other’s hair, and going to be in the master bedroom. Catherine is so happy to have her princess home at last that she falls asleep with a smile on her face as they snuggle.

    The following morning they eat a dainty breakfast on the terrace enjoying the warm summer morning and the song of birds. Catherine bites into her omelet holding the fork in her mouth smiling at Amara. Catherine stands and sits next to Amara placing her warm hand over that of the android woman’s. She smiles sweetly into her eyes.

   “Amara, we have been friends for so long, I so hope I am not being too forward.”

  She traces her hand over Amara’s arm, who smiles back and places her other hand over top of Catherine’s as she places her hand back over Amara’s tracing back down her arm. Amara stands obligating Catherine to stand as well, and blushing. She had planned to make a play at seducing Amara, the hostess with her guest like so many times before, not it seems Amara is taking the lead.

  “You have been most generous,” says Amara in her sweet princess tone, “inviting me into your home M’lady. I would be honored…”

   She leans into Catherine’s face and inches between their lips whispered, “to thank you properly.”

   Their lips lock, pressing so gently and tenderly against each other.

   Amara pulls back just as Catherine is expecting her tongue and instead she says, “Shall we adjourn to the bedroom M’lady?”

   Catherine is breathing heavily and nods, being lead by this vision to the room made specially for her. In the soft light of the fanciful room Amara unzips Catherine’s dress. As she lowers it from her shoulders she tenderly kisses the soft flesh being exposed. Her fingers trace the woman’s frame ever so gently applying soft insistent pressure across the breasts, abdomen, and sides as she removes the gown completely letting it fall to the floor as Amara’s hands keep their hold upon Catherine’s waist needing her soft flesh while her lips taste her sweat soaked shoulders and nape of her neck. Amara releases the woman for a brief moment as she stands back and with the flexibility granted her by her designer removes her own white fantasy inspired dress, allowing it to fall to the floor as though it were but a mere cover for a goddess. Her striking beauty, full breasts, soft features, and inviting gaze striking Catherine like a thousand cupid arrows; despite this not being the first time she’s seen Amara’s body like this.

   Although it had been Catherine’s intention to act the part of the seducer as she had each time before; she finds herself somehow awestruck as Amara’s gaze is no longer that of the passive creature she had been before, but that of a lustful wanting beast eyeing her prey. She embraces Catherine softly yet forcefully sending them both falling upon the bed. Catherine only feels a slight weight upon her as Amara holds herself up on her arms over the slightly smaller woman, their nipples tickling each other as Amara presses down to embrace Catherine with a passionate kiss. She wrestles their tongues for but a teasing moment before nibbling on her lips, then her chin, down her neck, pausing a kiss above the woman’s breasts. She trails her tongue around Catherine’s right areola while her hand gently pinches the left one. She doesn’t so much as suck as she actually kisses the tit. She smiles at Catherine a moment before playfully kissing the other one for good measure. She maneuvers herself lower kissing down Catherine’s flat abdomen, the result of daily exercise to keep herself healthy. She kisses gently and long, sucking almost to the point of being mildly painful on Catherine’s pubic mound above her nether intimacy.

    Amara takes Catherine’s precious little clit between her lips, sucks gently, and plays with it with her tongue, giving Catherine a kiss that sends waves of pleasure throughout her entire being. Amara moves even further south, spreading Catherine’s pussy lips with only her tongue, snaking her artificially long and muscular probe of a tongue deep into Catherine and curving it to press against the G-spot Amara knows all too well is there. Amara probes and pulls back nibbling the edges, teasing her before diving back into her warm depths.

   Between gasps and moans Catherine manages, “p…please…I…I…I want….you in…my…mouth…”

   Amara releases Catherine from her mouth and crawls over the bed on all four positioning herself over Catherine in a sixty nine position. As Amara hovers over Catherine, Catherine leans up and playfully licks and nips at Amara’s cockhead like a pet reaching for a treat. Amara lowers herself slowly and gently as Catherine takes more of the synthetic flesh into her mouth. Amara gently coaxes Catherine to roll to her side as her hands kneed Catherine’s perfect round buttocks and her tongue returns to lapping up Catherine’s sweet nectar. Amara is clearly the expert at what she is doing, as she was designed to be. Catherine however is not sure if what she is doing, which amounts to sucking the ball-less shaft and licking around the cockhead, is having much of an effect until she tastes the artificial precum. She is in heaven, while her own womanhood is ever so perfectly being manipulated, in such a way as she has never felt before even with her past experiences with this very same bio-android; it can only be as far as Catherine can imagine because Amara is truly happy and not simply (doing her job). Catherine wishes she could suppress her gag reflex better on this nine inches long shaft, she’s love to take her so deep that her tongue also reaches Amara’s pussy. She feels Amara twitch in that familiar way of showing pleasure as Catherine sucks harder and moans around the shaft from Amara once again pressing deep into Catherine while her fingers tease around her clit bringing her to orgasm.

   Through their entwined bodies and passionate lovemaking time slips away, even as somehow Catherine finds herself astride her artificial princess, riding her cock for all its worth, milking all the spermless semen she can through her gyrating jackhammering hips. Sweat and love juices soak the sheets as the two change positions, Catherine on top too missionary with Catherine’s legs on Amara’s shoulders, too doggy style, finishing with the two face to face and side by side. Somehow the morning as passed them by, more than two hours of passionate lovemaking has consumed all of Catherine’s energy as she falls asleep in her lover’s arms; her lover’s tool which lacks the limitations of that of any natural man’s still embedded inside her. Amara closes her eyes with her arms wrapped around her human lover, drifting into her own sleep.

    ******

   Catherine awakens to a pleasant fullness and a soft warmth against her body. She opens her eyes watching the princess she purchased, the princess that is now all her own and no one else’s. No longer a full length electric warming pillow and her drawer of toys to keep her company and what she experienced was even better than she had expected. Catherine would like to lie here forever, forever joined with her artificial lover, however the real world calls and between their lovemaking and this impromptu nap the whole morning has already passed them by. No more obvious than a maid android knocking at the door to inform her that lunch is ready. Catherine reluctantly pulls herself off the still hard shaft of her lover, a shaft that need never go soft except for the sake of politeness and appearances. Catherine looks at the glistening shaft a moment and with a wry smile takes it into her mouth, sucking it clean of both their love juices. What she can’t take fully into her mouth she kisses and licks from the sides. She trails her tongue the fold of Amara’s pusy like up the shaft that stands where a clitoris would be from its base to the tip before taking it back into her mouth.

    Amara wakes up, a sensation she has only ever experience while with this woman, normally she is (turned on) by a remote control or a command word. As she is designed to feel as any human would feel she is awakening to the world by a growing pleasure between her legs as her human lover tends to her. It is not long before her dick begins to throb, and Amara’s moans alert Catherine to what is about to come. Catherine engulfs just the head of the dick, biting gently, holding its rim between her teeth and lips and sucking as one would on a straw. She rewarded with an explosion of the sweet and salty organic yet synthetic seminal fluids. Amara’s pussy is wet from all the excitement. Catherine looks at it a moment gulping, she has never gone down on a woman before, that is, never on a pussy. She has had it done to her numerous times, although she humorously imagines its uncommon to have a dick bobbing about one’s forehead begging for attention when they do. She sucks on the still hard member, seeing what more she can pull from the shaft as she strokes Amara’s pussy with her fingers, getting them soaked without any actual penetration making Amara moan from the teasing.  Catherine sucks on her fingers at the same time as the dick head taking in both flavors together, mixing them in her mouth.

   There comes a knocking at the door again, “Mistresses, lunch is ready.”

  “Of course,” says Catherine pulling away.

   She smiles at Amara and says, “I’ve been a naughty girl, I had my dessert before lunch,” she *giggles*

  As Catherine stands up off the bed and Amara sits up Catherine reaches between her own legs with her ring and index fingers and strokes her own wet pussy getting her fingers soaked. She offers them to Amara. Amara parts her lips slightly, her teeth not to be seen and gingerly takes both fingers all the way in, sliding just over her lips. With the softness of a petal she pulls her lips over the length of the fingers cleaning them of her lover’s intimate fluids. It always surprises Catherine just how much pleasure she receives from having her fingers sucked on.

  “we…we better get dressed,” says Catherine knowing she might end up spending the entire day dirtying the bed spread. She even contemplates having the maids bring the food here to keep their energy up. But no, she is a lady, and her Amara is by design, and by her own insistence, a princess. It would simply be too uncouth to mix lunch with sex for her.

     ******

     Lunch is an elegant affair for the wealthy, at least Catherine insists it is. Tea, crumpets, and little fish rolls provided by beautiful maids on a terrace during a sunny day as the birds sing their little songs. Now is the time, a maid brings out a bottle of sparkling champagne inside Amara’s glass there is a diamond ring. Catherine scoots next to Amara and takes both her hands in her own, like a flustered school girl asking someone if they like her for the first time.

  “Princess Amara,” says Catherine looking up, “will you marry me?”

  Amara is a bit confused, as such a union would not be legal, however roleplaying is part of her programming, and Catherine has always enjoyed her scenarios, besides she is now fully bonded to Catherine as her one and only owner.

   Amara smiles sweetly, nods and says, “Yes M’lady, nothing would make me happier.”

  That last part surprises Amara, she had not expected to say anything more than (Yes M’lady), Catherine however is glowing with happiness from this response.

    ******

    Catherine had everything set up in advance, the wedding dress, the groom’s suit for Amara although it seems like a joke to have this voluptuous beauty with her long blond hair and sharp features in such a thing, although she is in high heels; and the use of the main hall for the ceremony. One of the guard robots is sitting in for a judge while the maid units are dressed up as both bride’s maids and groom’s men. So with the moon and stars above as witnesses and the lifeless memories of the mechanical staff and security system Catherine and Amara are wed in this unofficial yet elegantly decked out ceremony. The judge is standing behind his desk sitting atop the divide between east and west wings above the first flight of stairs, and standing before a red armless throne. The vows are recited perfectly, and at the end the Judge announces “you may kiss the bride.”

   On cue the judge moves the stand, which is on wheels, out of the way and steps aside from the throne. Catherine leads Amara over to the throne and sets her down. With a sultry smile Catherine unbuttons Amara’s shirt revealing her cleavage, however she stops and moves down, unbuttoning and unzipping Amara’s slacks freeing her member which is quick to obey and grow to full mast. Catherine hikes up her wedding dress as she climbs onto her lover, legs dangling on the sides of the throne and revealing that aside from a garter and stocking she has nothing on beneath the dress. She slides her pussy over Amara’s ready shaft, Catherine’s pussy as though it had been anticipating this very moment throughout the entire ceremony is wet and twitching. Connected like this and with the front of her dress scrunched between them Catherine embraces Amara with a passionate kiss to the applause of the staff. Right there with the entire artificial staff of the mansion as silent witnesses they consummate the marriage.

   The next day a maid could be seen picking up a discarded wedding dress and groom’s suit from the floor of the master bedroom, as the new couple lay in each other’s arms beneath the comforter, their sleeping faces the embodiments of contentment.