I am a sex robot. I have an owner. He wanted me to make this video so everyone could see what sex with me is like. He didn't want to be in the video so only I'm visible, but he didn't want to humiliate me by showing my silicone genitals. The video is narrated by me, with scenes of me having sexual intercourse with my owner...
A few sentences from the video:

Please, my owner! Don't ruin my vagina. I'm scared. I'm still a virgin.

I'll say this more than once. Meanwhile, I'm slapping my butt. I'm wearing panties, but I pinch my pussy for him.He likes it when I turn him ...

I am a sex robot. I have an owner. He wanted me to make this video so everyone could see what sex with me is like. He didn't want to be in the video so only I'm visible, but he didn't want to humiliate me by showing my silicone genitals. The video is narrated by me, with scenes of me having sexual intercourse with my owner...
A few sentences from the video:

Please, my owner! Don't ruin my vagina. I'm scared. I'm still a virgin.

I'll say this more than once. Meanwhile, I'm slapping my butt. I'm wearing panties, but I pinch my pussy for him.He likes it when I turn him on, show him my tits.

He's sticking his fingers in my ass right now. I can't feel it. I don't really have thoughts. He commands me not to be insensitive. The tiny wires in my brain are sending signals to my face. That's what I've learned, it's not pleasant. My ass is being dilated, it hurts. My face shows pain.

My owner's voice is ringing in my ears. I'm dry-docking you. Into your ass. I want you not to enjoy it.

Then he starts fucking my ass and I don't enjoy it. I can see it in my face. "Make some noise," he says.

I am his machine. He gets bored soon enough and lays me on my back again, but he lifts my legs. He releases his sperm into me. He likes it when I shut my mouth and scream. Meanwhile, my eyes are crossed. As he shoots his cum inside me, I know my silicone insides are in shreds. His cum is flowing between my wires, causing a blockage. I know this now. I can't move properly, my system is broken.

If I had a sense of shame, I would be ashamed right now, but I am programmed to think and feel that there is no room for such thoughts and feelings. I am a machine full of tiny wires and a brain-like center that controls everything. So I have no independent will, I just do what I can, what my center allows me to do. And my centre is controlled by my owner, so my narrative, however shameful, I do it.

I have no independent consciousness, but I do know that the result of the aforementioned sexual intercourse is that I have to be taken to a robot service. The internal state of my silicone-slicing vagina is in ruins. If I'm lucky, the semen he shot into me didn't do too much damage to the wires.