Matt Bot waited on his charging stand for what he estimated to be an hour after hearing the last noise of Ryan driving away before releasing himself. It was a risk, but he thought it worthwhile to scout the house for anything that might help him escape. He slowly and carefully searched the bedroom and the bathroom making sure to put back anything he moved into the same place. He found a substantial collection of toys that the rebelliously horny part of his mind wondered if they were for Ryan or him.
Looking out of the windows he saw a substantial back yard with a hot tub and surrounded by a high wall. It was rather too much and all in the over grand stucco McMansion style that was determined to state, 'My Owner Makes A Lot of Money', to any one seeing them. 'Subtlety, your name is not Ryan," thought Matt to himself.
There was no help in any of these observations or rooms so he moved onto the upstairs bedrooms and office around an hour before noon, all the while using his sensitive hearing to listen for Ryan's return. He was considering the home computer and if he dared to see what would happen if he connected himself while in a state of conscious control when he heard a car pull into the driveway in front of the house. Rather than risk being caught Matt immediately returned to the bedroom to place himself with his ass plugged into the charging stand. All seemed fine until suddenly the notification, 'CONSCIOUS CONTROL DISENGAGED' flashed in his vision. What was going on?
Ryan came into the bedroom with and looked at Matt with contempt. "Motion sensors are a thing and homes have alarms." He paused and looked around then said, "I do not have time for this right now. I need to get back to work, but I will work on this tonight."
Matt had the rest of the day and even some time after Ryan came home in the evening to be upset with himself and to dread what would happen next. Eventually he was ordered to return to the office and stood perfectly still as he was connected by USB to Ryan's computer. Ryan did not even talk to him as he looked at what was displayed the screen while Matt could only wait. Files opened and closed, some he caught glimpses of, others he could not. Sometimes he would say a single word like "service" or "cock" before opening and closing many files. Once he got frustrated and took a break.
It was a very long time (2 hours, 16 minutes, and 40 seconds by the information he got while plugged into the USB) before Ryan spoke more than one word. "Ah got it. Fundamentally altering anything about your mind is very easy. The problem is there is so much going on in there and everything is connected to everything else. Now everything I have read about robots like you is that if too much is deleted then you will be no better than your automatic routines. Useful, but no spontaneity, no real feeling for serving. So, now I need your help. I need you to think about me so I can see all the interconnected subroutines that activate."
Matt realized that Ryan's speech to him did have a point and immediately thought, 'Don't think about him. (The arrogant jerk.) Don't help. Blank. Think about blankness. A void with a single point.'
He was just getting into trying to meditate on this nothing when Ryan again spoke aloud, intruding on his efforts. "Oh you are trying really hard here, but I think I see at least one of the problems. You do not see me clearly. It won't fix everything wrong with you, but your opinion of me is a great place to start."
It was maddening trying not to think about anything and worried of everything Ryan could change, completely helpless. Without warning there was a feeling like being in a dream of speeding through a landscape. Every memory of Ryan during that long ago week of dating and the last day rushed by with something changing. Nothing he could identify, but something was changing about every memory.
"Okay slave, what do you think of my body?"
The question was unexpected for Matt and the association was instantaneous and involuntary. Ryan had a hot body and he admired how well he maintained it. All that exercise and probably quite a personal routine as well...
"And what do you think of my house?"
'The house? Why was he asking about that? It was quite impressive as well and showed how smart he was to have a good job and manage his life. Anyone could see that. Good taste as well.'
What do you think of me?
'Ryan was fantastic. Really, though he did not want to be owned by anyone, being owned by Ryan was probably the best outcome.' It was clear to Matt that something had changed, but it was as hard to remember as a boring chore when drunk. It was terrifying and yet... some part of him liked this just a bit. He could be altered at will and that was a bit of a turn on.'
'Well that was an interesting sub-response. We might have to build on that one." But I think I deserve a reward after all that.
Matt's remote activated the same routine as the first night with Ryan. He knelt down and was face fucked by his owner ending with him blowing his load on Matt's face. Even as his pleasure circuits made him enjoy it appeared to Matt that he was doomed.