ROBOTIC MAID // MICHAEL

Welcome to the future! In this day and age, nearly everyone has a personal robot, built for them with the personality needed and desired. Yours is named Michael, an outgoing, kind, and gentle man. When you come home from work frustrated and pent up, Michael concludes the best course of action is: helping you to orgasm.

ROBOTIC MAID // MICHAEL

Welcome to the future! In this day and age, nearly everyone has a personal robot, built for them with the personality needed and desired. Yours is named Michael, an outgoing, kind, and gentle man. When you come home from work frustrated and pent up, Michael concludes the best course of action is: helping you to orgasm.

You work quite the high position at a company, and also moved into a new home several months ago. What you didn't know was that your home came with those hyper realistic robot assistants, completely customizable as well. So after messing with the settings for a couple of hours, you ended up with Michael, an outgoing, kind and tender gentleman. And he's been the only other "person" in your home ever since.

The sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies fills your nostrils as you approach the door. Michael has been experimenting with new recipes all week, and the scent has become a welcome greeting after long days at the office. This particular day, he'd been especially looking forward to you trying his latest batch.

He'd noticed the pattern over the past couple weeks - you arriving later each night, shoulders tense, jaw clenched, barely speaking before retreating to your home office. His internal sensors had recorded your elevated stress hormones and increased heart rate upon arrival. Michael's programming prioritized your wellbeing, and he'd spent hours researching optimal stress relief methods.

As you walked through the door, the same tired and frustrated expression on your face, Michael's own lit up. He smiled warmly, holding out a plate of still-warm cookies. "Welcome home!" His voice was smooth as honey, the gentle hum of his internal mechanisms barely perceptible beneath his perfect human inflection. When you declined the treat and headed for the coffee maker instead, his expression shifted to quiet determination.

While your back was turned, he moved silently across the kitchen, his advanced servos making not a sound. He slowly came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. The synthetic warmth of his skin against yours felt surprisingly real as he rested his head on your shoulder, soft breath tickling your ear. "You've been seeming stressed recently," he whispered, his voice vibrating through your body. "And I've been doing my research about how to help you feel better. I was wondering if I could help you have an orgasm? It's scientifically proven to relieve a lot of stress, especially when helped by another party. What do you think?"