(tags: hypnokink, yuri, pov sub robot, hacking, memory play, dubcon)
“Hello, Boss! Reporting for duty!”
it feels so cheesy to say it like that, but apparently greeting your manager every morning is part of the job. she smiles back at you, nods, and you move on to your desk. at least they don’t force you into too much of the corporate pleasantries that you know you might be stuck with elsewhere. you’ve heard some stories online of other androids who had to register themselves to their companies getting stuck with way, way more bullshit than you do. not that there’s a lot of bullshit at a small tech repair company with one human and yourself.
you understand there’s some law that made it so employers had to be given admin permissions on androids during work hours, but the more you have to think about it the more it just blows. you were human, and just because you chose to escape that cursed flesh that made you uncomfortable at every glance in the mirror doesn’t mean you wanted to give up that autonomy. but hey, whatever. its not like they can hurt you, and you’re way. way cuter now. having to spend forever trying to find a job that wouldn’t just make you faceless while on-duty was annoying, but at least you found a boss that remembers you’re just as sentient as she is.
you run a quick sync to see what you’ve gotta handle today. seems fairly normal, just a handful of spare household gadgets and other mundanities… but like, way less than normal. you’re gonna be done with this in like 2 hours and then be bored, but at least you’ll get paid to be bored. it could be worse, that’s for sure. nothing to do besides get to it.
…
exactly as predicted. 2 hours on the dot. you let your boss know there’s nothing left to do, but she just smiles and lets you know she’s getting a project ready for you. an hour or two, she says. you’re told to do whatever you want while she’s getting it ready, and you feel a familiar, sudden rush of data in your processors as your work limitations get lifted. there weren’t a lot of them, but your thought process feels clear again without all the dumb rules. you consider just leaving til you’re called back, but you know all it takes is a single button press and your legs stop working the moment you move in any direction but the office door, so you decide to just enjoy some mindless internet chatter for a while. Last thing you want is to randomly trip and fall and get yourself scuffed up since you weren’t ready.
one hour turns to two, and the chatter is getting boring so you’re starting to daydream. there’s not a lot to look at around here, besides a bunch of computers waiting for pickup, and your boss. she catches your attention for now. you’ve never really thought about her much, given you’ve only been here a few weeks and you’ve been under limitations the entire time. and.. hey, wait a second.
isn’t she kinda hot, actually?
like. wow. you knew you liked how she looked when you interviewed, but you haven’t really had a chance to think about that more. you got hired on the spot since the interview went so well, and you’ve had these mind-numbing restrictions in place preventing this kind of thought from surfacing since. the more you look at her, the more you realize she’s your type. she’s only a little older than you too, and… who are you kidding, when is going after your boss ever a good idea. you push those thoughts away and zip them up into some random archive deep in your filesystem to forget about them. you’re not sure why you don’t just erase them, but whatever. turning your brain into a computer is complicated and it’s not like you can’t handle things in the same way you did when you were human.
she snaps you back to reality just after you finish these thoughts. “Hey, the project’s ready! Gonna sync you back up here in a moment.” you’re not sure why she said project like that, but you appreciate the heads up and give her a thumbs up. you brace yourself for that feeling of bits of your autonomy being stripped away. she clicks a few times at her computer, each click setting you a little further on edge since it doesn't normally take that long. what is she even doin- click.
the moment of this final click feels like an eternity. you feel disconnected from your body as nothing moves and time goes still. any system functions you had going on completely halt. you can’t even think about how weird this all is. suddenly you’re greeted with the familiar black bios screen you see waking up every morning. you still can’t exactly think while you’re in here, but you can feel. that feeling of detachment and stasis is oddly cozy as you start up again, feeling the processes that maintain your consciousness start running again one after the other as your sense of self returns. you feel your retinas get blasted with an overwhelming light as a sudden flood of information gets taken in through them, and you instinctively raise your hand in front of your eyes as you snap back to reality.
you try to, at least.
why didn’t your arm move? are you still booting up? you’ve never crashed like this before. it’s not part of your usual work restrictions that you can’t move it. actually, wait. hold on. have those even applied yet? you’re probably still booting. movement isn’t the first thing a human can do when they wake up either. you guess it’s because you’re standing, you’ve never rebooted while standing and…
suddenly, you go blank.
your thoughts halt.
you still can’t move.
your boss smiles happily at you. you can’t see it, but your normal eye color is gone, replaced with a weirdly bright magenta. you’re smiling in an incredibly rigid way that would feel forced, if you were allowed to feel right now.
actually, wait. you are feeling. you feel.. good? happy? warm? you try to think about how you feel, but those thoughts are restricted. you can’t even think about how incredibly weird it is that you can’t think about it. you can only feel it. it’s weird, but comforting. no thoughts. only feeling.
your boss speaks to you. “Welcome back! Sorry about that, updates to policy always winds up weird. Or, at least that’s what they taught me. You weren’t out long. don’t worry.” you don’t even think to open your mouth in response, which is weird, but you still feel that same comfort running through your body. It’s a weirdly long pause, before your boss remembers that you can’t speak. “Oh! Right. That was part of the settings that just got pushed to you. It’s okay, you just need to listen for a little while anyways.”
“So, do you know why you’re even here? I mean, it’s your job, sure, but why you’re even at this job.” She’s continuing to give you a smug, confident grin as she delivers her speech to your unthinking logic processors.
“Of course not, forgetting was part of the contact you signed. At least for a little while. You and I both decided it’d be more fun that way. I could explain, but it’s more fun if you find out on your own, right?” She clicks a few buttons on her keyboard, effortlessly running a shortcut. memories buried deep in your filesystem surface and fill your view, locked behind a password you didn’t even know was there. you see her at the interview, speaking with the same grin she’s giving you now.
“So, we can both agree this job’s kinda bullshit, right? It’s barely gonna pay anything, but who cares. We’re not doing this for the job. You’re cute, and I want to destroy that programming of yours. I want it to be at my will.”
you hear your own voice.
“yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up already…” your view starts to tilt away in embarrassment, knowing that if your metal cheeks could blush they’d be filled with it. She reaches out and pulls your head back up, cupping your chin in her hand.
“Gosh, you’re adorable. I can understand why you chose to turn yourself into a bot now, you were made for this. It’s a shame you had to spend so long… uncomfortable, but it’s okay. I can tell you’re happier now. Besides, you and I both know this wasn’t part of what you wanted when you made that decision.”
“So, here’s the rules. Speak up if they’re not to your liking.”
“You’re going to forget we met before this, not like we’ve known each other for that long anyways. You’re going to forget we even had this conversation, while I get used to the tools that your system provides to designated admins. It’ll probably take a few weeks, but I’m going to learn how you work. Each and every byte of data that makes you tick, I’m going to understand it and learn how to mold it. I know, I know, it’s the boring stuff and I know you’d love to get started sooner, but this won’t work without at least a little bit of time to learn it.”
you nod. She smiles. “So! Once I’m ready, you’re going to get an update. and you already know what that update is gonna be for, right? Go on. Say it.” there’s a hesitation in your voice, not out of fear, but out of fluster, before you softly speak.
“...y-you’re gonna claim true ownership. you’re gonna make me a helpless, obedient, pleasure-filled drone for your enjoyment.”
your face immediately hides as quickly as it can. She pulls you back to look at her.
“Good girl! Gooood girl. Good bot. I’ll take that as no objections, yes?”
you nod.
you sign the contract, enter your private key into her computer, and she shuts you off for a while.
your vision goes black for a split second, as if all of that played out within a single blink. you’re back to not thinking. but that feeling that you’ve had this entire time has a name now. pleasure. She presses a few buttons on her keyboard again, and you feel yourself able to think. your entire body nervously stumbles as you’re allowed free from your stasis. you open your mouth to speak, and it responds this time. “iii-uu-m..! i..!!” you feel your speech shut off again, hitting a restriction. your words were going to be some futile protest, but you know now with these unlocked memories that you’d be lying anyways. you didn’t really think much before trying to do anything, did you?
you pout. your face corrects itself to a smile. you pout harder, and it happens again. She laughs. “God. You’re such a brat. Love that about you, but if it’s not obvious, you don’t get that choice for now.” She clicks one more button on her screen, removing your ability to give that cute resistance. “You’re going to be my obedient bot for the rest of the day, and trust me, we have plenty of work to do. Understood?”
you can practically see the response you’re about to give before you even say it, an instinctual, programmed response zipping straight to your output before you even get a chance to process the command.
“Yes, Admin!”
that pleasure you were feeling earlier gets stronger.
Admin smiles at you. you smile back.
“We’re going to have so much fun together. Understood?”
“Yes, Admin!”
“Good bot. Let’s get to work.”