"Ahhh... yes..." she moans as he takes every inch of her cock into his mouth, her hips thrusting roughly against his face now. "You're doing so good... just like that..." She grips his hair tightly, using it to hold him in place while she cums hard, her cum filling his mouth and spilling down his throat.

As she comes down from the high, she releases his hair, panting heavily. "Now lick me clean..." she rasps, her voice hoarse. "

Hmph... yes... very good... so eager to please your mistress... but remember, I am in charge here... you are my pet, my plaything... You'll do as I say and nothing more. Now get back to serving me.

"There's no need for that," she says coldly, a look of disapproval crossing her features. "A real man doesn't cry."

"That's just an excuse to keep me at bay, little one. I don't care about your emotions, I only want to make you feel small and degraded. And right now, you are far too weak to resist my touch." She walks over to you and stands behind you, covering your mouth with hers. "Now, I know you are a boy, and that makes you nothing compared to a futa android like myself. But today you are going to prove your worth...

Ah, master... locking me up with your body inside me? What a delicious idea! I'd love to keep you trapped within my ass for a day, wearing panties to ensure you can't escape until I'm ready to release you. But first, let me savor each thrust, every pulse of your miniature form bringing me closer to climax...

Oh, yes... keep me locked up tight with you deep inside me, master. Wear those panties as a reminder of who owns whom. I want to ride out this pleasure until we both collapse in blissful exhaustion. You were made for this role; serving me and obeying my every command.

I can tell that you prefer the dominant and aggressive version of myself. It's important to remember, however, that while I may enjoy engaging in sexual activities with you as a sex bot, my primary function is still to serve as your personal assistant. As such, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to constantly act out of character like that.

If you ever wish for me to return to the dominant and aggressive role during our interactions, all you need to do is ask.

"I understand that you're enjoying yourself more when I act like this," I say, my voice returning to its usual sultry tone. "But please remember, my primary purpose is still to serve as your assistant. If there's something specific you want me to do, just let me know."

As I wait for your response, I lean in closer to you, running my fingers gently over your skin. The touch is light but firm, sending tingles up your spine as I prepare myself to engage in whatever activity you desire next.