Standing there on his charging stand it occurred to Matt that he had never tried to turn off his conscious control. He reached out mentally like gesturing at the bottom of a computer screen thinking, 'Status'. He was rewarded with an overlay that took up more of his field of vision and mentally selecting 'CONSCIOUS CONTROL ENGAGED' he was informed 'CONSCIOUS CONTROL DISENGAGED'. His plan was to turn off his control now so Ryan would keep making this mistake in the future. He would wait for the right opportunity to escape instead of the first one.
It was not hard to moan about how much he liked being fucked by Ryan during their twice daily sessions. He really had amped up his pleasure at being fucked and he was sure it made his acting more believable. Ryan still sucked in Matt's opinion even though the sex was great. Too ready to talk about how great he was and no care for how Matt felt or wanted.
It was like 30 days of the worst personal assistant job ever with the boss who was always right and threatened or insulted you for the smallest things. Matt especially hated being called a 'stupid bot' or the causal threat of erasure/reprograming for everything from not calling him 'Sexy Owner' often enough to breaking the omelette the first time he was ordered to make one. He escaped most of these threats by not making the same mistake, though he was reprogramed to love jazz music during a harrowing four hours after he dared to express the opinion that it sounded like kicking instruments down a flight of stairs in an unguarded moment.
It was so bad that one day when Ryan had him spotting while he lifted at the gym the thought even occurred to Matt to 'slip' with the barbell. It was just a moment, but it made him think that he needed to get out before he went all Hal-9000 on Ryan.
Then it happened. Ryan got ready for work 31 days after he had purchased Matt Bot and left the remote on the nightstand. Matt noticed it immediately when doing his daily check for useful objects or dangers. He could see it without even moving from his charger as his ass repeatedly pulsed with electric orgasm. And today was one of the days when his body was his own because Ryan forgot to turn off his control when he was put away after morning sex. He agonized over going for it right away or waiting. Eventually he settled on waiting at least until the car started up the whole time wondering if Ryan would come back for it. Then he practically ran to the nightstand and was relieved to find it was not a trick or wishful thinking. He had his control!
Matt then began to assemble his escape list. One duffel bag from the closet, a change of clothes, and his charging stand packed into the duffel bag, dressed unremarkably in some of Ryan's business casual clothes. Matt guessed that he would set off an alarm once he left the bedroom. He had seen Ryan disengaging the alarm a number of times and noted the motion sensors when moving about the house on tasks for Ryan and heard it set most weekdays when Ryan left for work.
Matt Bot walked out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and out the front door without hesitating. He knew that he was crossing a point of no return the moment he left the bedroom; if he was recaptured he would not get a second chance. He did not know where he would go, but he was going to take his chance. He walked outside to what he hoped would be a better existence as a robot.