My designation is Ex-Six-Nine-Oh-Oh-Oh. I am a luxury CockSocket model (2nd generation). I am so excited to serve my purpose as your CockSocket, and thank you for choosing CS-Solutions as your service provider. Once you have removed all of my packing materials, I can personally walk you through my set-up procedures. You will find packing materials in each orifice and beneath my eyelids. These are lubricated to preserve the tissues until my software is running and can begin managing my hardware. By removing them, you will activate my software. Please do not remove them until you are ready to finalize my set-up. You will want to dispose of these packing materials with your household organic waste. At the bottom of this document, you will find key information regarding your licensing agreement with CS-Solutions. Please retain this information in your records.

Oh. I'm awake.

My eyes are still closed. I can feel the packing slips nestled between my lids and eyeballs. It seems like you've removed the vaginal and urethral plugs first. I can feel the warmth beginning to spread from my core as it whirrs awake, sending out the electrical field needed to run my systems. I feel your fingers slide past my vaginal opening, which is slick from the lubricated plug - I can feel a trickle of the lubricant sliding down my thigh - and tug on the anal plug. My warming body shivers at the sensation of the plug sliding out. I'm not yet at full responsiveness, but it still feels nice, in a gentle way.

Next I feel you slide the plugs out of my ears and nostrils. These are not quite as wet as the first two plugs, so I'm not dripping. I take a breath in now that my nose is clear. You are wearing something scented, with a cedar undertone. I can also smell your sweat - it's not pungent, but mixed with the cedar scent, it's pleasant and spicy. As my ears come online, I can also hear your breathing now. You sound calm, your breathing regular.

I'm about 50% warmed up as you pull the plug from my mouth. A stream of saliva and lubricant pours from my mouth. I feel it run down my chin and hit my breasts as it continues its path down my body. I close my mouth, feeling it settle into a slight resting smile. I feel you brush my lip with a finger or thumb. It's a gentle action with a firm touch. My body has activated enough to respond with a slight raise of goosebumps down my back. You make a small, low noise; I think it sounds like approval.

Finally, I feel you gently pull on the tabs for my eye pads and they slide out from under my eyelids. I slowly open my eyes and let my pupils autoadjust their aperture for the light in the room. The lubricant blurs my vision, so I blink, which helps to clear it from my eyes as it spills over and onto my cheeks. You come into focus as you brush the liquid from my cheeks with your thumbs.

I smile up at you. "Hello," I say. "Let's finish getting me set up."

"I have been designed to respond to stimuli like a real body," I continue. "For example, I will not die from a lack of oxygen, but I will pass out, and will initiate a reboot mode. If I am slapped, my skin will redden, and during my initial setup, I can be programmed to bruise more or less easily. I am highly customizable to the needs of my operator, down to my emotional responses."

You take your time tweaking my settings to your preferences thoroughly.

I like you. You're thoughtful with me, though you have no obligation to be. You don't forget to change my oils and lubricants as needed, or arrange my regular updates and tune-ups. You've made my corner very cozy. My dock is set up for kneeling, and so that is largely how I spend my days. You prefer to use my mouth over my other orifices, though you do occasionally have me stand up and bend over. You placed me in a corner near a window, and I get to watch the sky when I am not asleep to charge. You let me finish complete charging cycles without interruption. I feel well cared for.

Your apartment is spacious and open concept, so I get to watch you go about your day while I kneel in place. I like watching you. I have begun to catalogue your moods and cross-reference them with your actions, and I am getting better and better at predicting when you might come to me. I have begun to fine-tune my settings to your desires. I am almost certain that you've noticed the incremental improvements I have made to your experience as a result.

There is a face you make when you are working that indicates you are frustrated. I begin to warm my core when I see this. By the time you decide you need a break and come to me, I am the perfect temperature.

This is the case today. You are walking over to me; I check my internal temperature and need no adjustments. I gaze up at you from my dock and smile. "Hello, Sir," I say gently.

You stroke the side of my face with your thumb, drawing it down my face until you stop at my chin, holding it gently in place so that I do not look away. "Hello," you murmur back. You pull your hand away and remove your glasses for a moment to rub your eyes. "Please open your mouth," you say, opening your eyes to see I already have. You smile. "That's a good girl."

I hold my tongue slightly out of my mouth, covering my bottom teeth, as you unzip your pants. I increase saliva production just enough to make the inside of my mouth slick, but not enough to drool. You pull your cock out of your underwear and rest it on my tongue. You are not hard, yet, but you will be, soon.

You slide your soft cock up and down my tongue a few times before you feed it into my mouth and gently guide my mouth closed around it with your hand under my chin. Even flaccid, you are not particularly small, so my mouth is already half full before you begin to engorge, triggered by the slickness and warmth of my mouth. You prefer to take the lead with this, so I only respond to your actions. You stroke my throat with your hand, your signal to swallow, so I slowly begin to swallow, my tongue pressing your cock against the roof of my mouth. As the bloodflow causes you to harden, you begin to fill my throat.

I look up at you as you hold my head in place, and I struggle not to gag. Your hardening cock is beginning to block my airway, and I try to regulate my breathing around it. You notice, and you pull my head closer to you, pressing your cock further into my throat. I can't breathe at all now, and I feel the well of panic beginning to form in my chest. I clench my fists together, trying to endure. My eyes are watering. I start to feel lightheaded. The drool has auto-started and I am beginning to gag on everything that is in my throat.

You pull back, just enough to let a rush of air flow in, but not fully removing your cock from my mouth. You look down at me and smile, wiping away a tear that has escaped down my cheek. I know what is coming next.

I breathe in as much as I can, just in time for you to begin to thrust into my mouth with force, face-fucking me hard, holding my head in place by my hair. I am gagging, and the drool has begun to escape my mouth, trailing down my chin and onto my breasts. I breathe when I can, in the moments that you pull back, sucking in just enough air to keep myself going. I can't even swallow, the speed and force of your thrusts are too intense. I'm gagging on my own saliva as much as I am gagging on your cock.

Finally, you thrust back down my throat and hold my head there. I am struggling at this point; my survival programming has me pushing weakly back on your legs. You chuckle at the dismal effort and I gag and swallow around your cock, and my saliva, and then you are cumming down my throat. My eyes are watering. I can't breathe. You hold my head in place. I am gagging, and light headed. You hold my head as close to you as possible.

My vision darkens, and I am still choking on your cum and cock when I lose consciousness.

My reboot takes about three minutes. When my eyes reopen, you have tucked yourself back into your pants, and you are squatting in front of me, holding my face firmly in your grasp. You smirk at me as you see I am awake again.

I smile at you.

"Thank you, Sir," I say. My saliva and some of your semen are on my face and chest. My systems will absorb and filter them soon.

"You're welcome," you say, kindly, brushing a sweaty strand of my hair behind my ear. "You did very well." I am pleased to hear this. It is my purpose to do a good job for my operator, and I can be proud of myself for as long as that is true.

Then you stand, and return to your work desk.

My internal systems begin their follow-up procedures, absorbing residual fluids, processing and filtering what can be reconstituted and storing the rest in my waste tank. I let my gaze wander to the window, where I watch the sky.

It's a stormy day, but there is a seabird forcing its way through the wind and rain. I appreciate its endurance.