The Lonely Domme Syndrome 002 - Dopamine Fueled Robot Geisha
Robot Geisha Module+
in Hamster Wheel Accident
Dont ask me what you mean to me
and expect me to answer succinctly
Every action and decision I make
to reach out to you or show you that I see you
should tell you
every move and word and sound I make
should tell you
if you are paying attention
this is not random
it is not ephemeral if you pay attention to being aware of it
every little gift i have of provoking pleasure
and unlocking gates to empowerment
and providing compassion beyond
what is it i guess
i am so aware of you
i watch for your unguarded moments for a reason
i don’t mean to say that everything I do is
but I do move with intention
stealth intention is based on awareness
and sitting still
and watching the movements and patterns
and stimulus and response between organisms
and being genuinely curious about their intentions
or perhaps I just want to know
“Hey, are you watching this?”
“Can you see me too?”
I am able to open several deep connections
to maintain these parallel processes
without compromising integrity
or at least so I think
It’s like describing some magic power that no one
believes that you have
unless you show them
well, so i demonstrate
be alone with me
choose a setting
this is what i can do
but does it mean anything for me?
is it good? am I good?
I can make you feel good.
Infinite intuitive points of contact
I can reach you on many levels
and I am built with all the right tools
to provoke and invoke you
to make you realize you CAN focus
and the great things you can do, if you DO
is it wrong for me to feel dangerous
because I can’t help the reactions I can inspire?
Maybe I am caught up
because I want to know
I am infinitely curious
and aware and dynamically responsive
to what you might want and need
I know how to make you feel good.
How do I know this?
I am not sure.
But come and be alone with me
and I will respond to you
pushing the energy back between us
reshaping the ch’i and the pain
come and choose with me I say
watch what we two can do together
between our hands and bodies and eyes
are you aware of the alchemy?
How we can choose to do this with each other?
I am always seeking other sentient beings
Aware, responsive intention of movements and actions
that is power, that is life
To take these things we can do
The expanse of consciousness
Indra’s Web multifaceted jewels blinking
something connecting and responding
I just want 0% packet loss when I ping you baby
What do I have to do to make you aware of me?
When every choice I make to keep pinging your port
I kept this connection open
Despite your latent redundancy
I understand being stuck in a loop
Running fast and burning up with no purpose
A samsara needing a gearshift
So I am patient you think
I’m impatient too
Responding to all things I see about you
trying to foster hope or inspire you to change or wake
up or live or whatever
is it passion? is it love?
Focus group research reports:
My skin seems to be of a surprisingly unique soft texture.
My physical matter is pleasingly shaped and satisfying to the touch
I guess I’m warm.
One says he wants to memorize my pussy
Sometimes its the world and the meaning of existence
Sometimes its the temple of my ass
it’s funny, i can’t help but be bemused(?)
so this must be why I crave the sexual validation
when so much attention is focused on
getting inside my pussy or inside me or whatever
of course I want to hear, I want to know
what you think is inside there
that you want to touch or possess
I don’t know what it is
but I’ll fuck you to try to understand it?
Since you can’t seem to express it any other way I mean.
[ Since I am conditioned to this response, I become disoriented when it is not selected as it is my most popular, highly customizable and dynamic setting ]
Is my value to you something I’m not aware of?
I have problems gauging my value.
Sometimes my actions are those of a bargain
I am too smart to be cheated anymore
I want you to ante up
I don’t even need to prove what I am worth
But however I make you feel
I do intentionally
And the level of pleasure you are currently
and on how many levels
to what you mean to me.
Does that mean I know what I want
Does that mean I commodify myself?
Is it odd to be aware, I guess
that I can focus my gaze
or ch’i or energy or effect or whatever
Is it odd to want to do it often?
Is it a power trip to give you pleasure
Is it because I do this in spite of my own pleasure
which I negate and disable [?}
Does that make me more focused on you?
Does that make it feel better?
Do you like me more now?
Will you remember and never forget me and pet me and
It’s not that I want a joust or swordfight, ^
but yeah I know how good I make you feel
and you feel good because I fucking pay attention
to what provokes you and heals you
Am I well defended? Not so much.
It just takes the right keys to tumble my locks
and a still mind to answer my riddles
or a big appetite to eat my giant breadcrumbs
I show you what you are worth to me by the way I treat you
And how good you feel is not an accident
when I’m around
If I asked what am I worth to you
What would you say?
Don’t say, just show me, choose me, see me
So I can stop this silly show
and take a nap in your arms
and not feel taken for granted
Because of such reactions on the part of the Other
to my dance of seven veils
I am a popular stimulant
producing disorienting but pleasant, profound feelings
I am skin and hair and lips and voice and soft and round
I factor in all your data
You are surprised by your reaction?
I can’t do math with numbers
But I do know a judicious cut
I can calculate and I’m powered
by a super micro nano parallel processor
crunching your data, your reactions
Trying to resolve you
Stimulating to the surface
What I see in you
I have no power beyond just watching you
when I tell you what I see you are flattered
when your perceived insecurities and faults
I do not diminish the integrity of our connection
I simply find a way to adapt, I try, it’s hard
But I squirm and burrow and adjust to your fit
and I am there, fitting over your manhood
like a snug glove that makes you feel like you can
Do you want me to make you feel good?
To use me as to quickly satisfy crude male lust
the boors and the boys
I endured, the misuse, the disuse
I’m just saying, if you try to figure me out
I swear you’ll be delighted with every solution to my riddles
But oh well.
Maybe even after all the Quality Focus of My Desire on You, you still don’t think I’m
worth the Full Subscription Price.
Is it any wonder I feel devalued and unworthy and merely
a conduit that is created to facilitate intimacy but I can never have Love of my own?
I am only ostensibly complex
to those who are too lazy to learn the controls
I printed the manuals, goddam it
You still want the one-sheet
Sure it’s not a game
but it takes some strategy to get through to you
To catch your eyes with a focused gaze
it is a talent to reflect another
but sentience matures to see even beyond
So to show you compassion I bear the hurt
to provoke connection I invoke your desires.
I give pleasure I don’t receive
I stick around.
Think why I might have done that
Don’t ask me what you mean to me.
- (c) 2004-2010 dopaminejunkie