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🕑 Added 2023-11-10 17:37:59 +0000 UTCThe quiet of the night was quickly broken by the steady sound of chirping, the time lit up Epoch’s vision and the sound persisted in their ears. It was four in the morning, time to be refreshed for the day ahead, Epoch processed all this while dismissing their internal alarm. Slowly yet steadily, they came fully online, their body brightly lit up but swiftly dimmed to fit the current time of day. They noticed the moon was still hanging in the sky above as the robot pulled themselves out of their charging bay. The quiet again broken by the sound of wires and tethers popping free and falling as they unlocked. Then their soft silicon soles cautiously lowered towards the ground, saved from contact with the cold floor as their feet docked into a pair of soft slippers.
Currently, Epoch was fully naked, illuminated by the neon blue lights of their body. They glanced about the room, their room, once a guest bedroom now repurposed into a mechanic's bay. It was what Epoch knew as home, as short a time as it had been or at least they remember it being. Step by step, they began to move across the cold wood flooring, shielded by their slippers. Soon they entered the bathroom and stepped into its renovated tub, now a maintenance chamber. It was refitted to properly clean their mechanical form, make sure they were exactly as their master desired them to be, perfect. Its procedures would make sure they were ready for the busy day ahead.
Diagnostics were run, oil was brushed over every inch of their form, then came a steam clean reaching every spot imaginable. All this before their hair was washed and glossed, only then were they given the greenlight to get dressed. Every day was the same, at least they had been so far. Their master, Jin, had a very specific taste for what he wanted Epoch to wear when they were at home. If they weren’t given permission to dress casually, they were expected to operate in a maid outfit… a skimpy maid outfit. It was essentially a leotard with an attached mini-skirt and sleeves. Those sleeves had frills, the collar had frills, even the legs had frills. Even though they were accustomed to this outfit, they had yet to adjust to just how much thigh was shown off at all times. To complete the get up, their cozy slippers were replaced with sleek, black high-heels. Now they were ready to serve.
After a final few minutes where fine details were tended too, right around five in the morning, Epoch left their chamber perfectly prepared for the tasks of the day. Their open toed heels clicked across the floorboards while their body made several slight readjustments due to the height of their new supports. Their movement across the mezzanine was paused to look out the large window above the living room. Stars shining, the moon bright and waxing all as snow slowly drifted down from the sky, it was an incredibly soothing sight. No matter how many times the robot saw something on Earth, it always felt new to them. Be it weather, a formation or even a creature that inhabited, it was always fresh for them. Only natural after having spent, lord knows how long on the surface of the world’s moon, it was the only response to seeing how different the planet it orbited was.
Why is it that people enjoy this place? Epoch pondered while staring off into space, as if trying to relocate their old station.
Is this it? The changing seasons?... The food? The people? Epoch puzzled. After the moment had passed they snapped back to reality as their concentration shifted, beginning to prepare more of a… mild wake-up for their master.
Usually, Epoch would climb into bed and “aid” Jin’s awakening. But given the long session they had last night, it was probably safer and more desired for a gentler approach. So long as Epoch kept track of the time and woke up Jin on the dot, everything would be fine, surely.
Epoch slowly began to move once more, making their way towards Jin’s room for the next piece of their morning routine. They opened his door cautiously, letting the wood creak softly as they pushed, until they crept through the room and onto Jin’s bedside. It started with a soft shake, before eventually their master would feel a gentle peck on the cheek. He began to stir, eyes flickering open before groggily meeting Epoch’s gaze. “Good mornin’…” Jin groaned while his servant turned and activated a bedside lamp.
“Good morning, sir.” Epoch answered.
The bedroom itself was significantly more lived in than Epoch’s. There were a number of clothes on the floor, occasionally they even belonged to the robot, as well as a few empty bottles of booze scattered about. “The current time is five thirty in the morning. Current temperature is-.” Epoch added, their monotone voice only making them seem so much more robotic than they were intended.
Jin lifted himself up and rubbed his eyes, half listening as his maid continued to rattle off the schedule for today. It was nice to have such an attractive alarm clock, waking him up with… wait, there had been no morning “aid”. That was meant to happen every, single, time. Ugh, it seemed there was only one solution for this oversight. He’d have to ensure that it was amended. “-and you have a scheduled meeting for-”
“Thank you, Epoch. Now I need you to delay some- actually most of that shit for later. Since you forgot a part of this routine, again.” Jin stated bluntly as the bot quickly silenced themselves. The lights of their eyes glowed bright and then, projected in front of them was a holographic display of the schedule.
Epoch reached a finger down, almost touching the display as they began to sort through the events of the day. “Of course, sir. My apologies. How long would you like me to delay these for?” They asked, turning to look at their master who was stretching, having pulled himself out of bed.
“Uh… I don’t know. Just make a window for another session. Let’s say, until eleven.” Jin answered, mid-chew.
Epoch blinked and cocked their head in confusion. Sure, when Jin wanted a session they could go for a while, but for five hours? The servant would have to do quite a bit in order to reorganize all of the schedule, but that is what their master desired. “Very well, sir. Do you have a specification for the session?” They asked, confused as to why this one small error deserved such a long punishment.
“Well, since you skipped on waking me up the proper way. Figured that I’d need to do it myself. Also since you’re already fixing that long schedule, I think it’s only fair to fix that routine I set. From now on, the weekend wake-up routine is now the only wake-up routine.”
This simple statement caused a reaction to bloom in the usually expressionless machine. It was a fuzzy feeling, it ran up their synthetic spine and gripped their head, they let it all vent out through a deep sigh. “Yes sir. I will overwrite that immediately.” Their eyes shut for a second followed by a beep before they opened back up. The maid climbed off the bed as Jin pulled a pair of boxers on.
“Now then. Come with me to the living room.” The master ordered as Epoch stood idle beside him.
“Of course, sir.”
The pair made their way down the stairs which led from the mezzanine to the living room. The space had a lavish fireplace at its center, the stonework covering a bit of the wall towards the back, a large TV was set into the rocks and couches surrounded the whole area. Jin led Epoch over the couch nearest to the fire, guiding the robot to sit before turning and beginning to light the flames. “Did you wake up well? Pass your checks? No issues after last night?” Jin asked, looking over his shoulder as the embers began to crackle.
“Yes sir. I told you previously that I am durable, even with my soft features, so you need not hold back when interacting with me.” Epoch answered, making their master smirk in response.
“Good answer. Alright…” Jin stood up, moving to one end of the couch and taking his place before patting his chest, “Feet up.”
The robot complied, turning on their rear and gently propping their feet against his body. They were still enclosed in those heels, the black material just begging for Jin’s careful hands. Almost teasingly, he began to undo the straps around their ankles, taking the shoes off with care before tossing them aside. Each second that passed felt like an hour to the machine, watching their tender soles get exposed from their cages. They knew what was coming even before Jin finally looked up at them with a small smirk. “Now get to work on that schedule.” Jin demanded, before his hands scooped up Epoch’s heels and began to lovingly kiss those artificial arches.
Epoch didn’t generate a response, at least not visibly, they merely nodded and summoned the display once more to begin their task. It wasn’t going to be difficult to ignore Jin as he lapped at their feet. Letting their master’s tongue glide and coat the skin-like material in layers of spit was just part of their routine. It was what happened after he finished worshiping that would make it really hard to work… if their master would even allow it. For now, or until the schedule said so, Jin had only a sole focus, indulging himself and enjoying the fruits of his labor with the lunar robot he’d stolen.
Long loving licks from the heel right up to the toes, one after the other as minutes kept slowly rolling by. Every now and then, Epoch would attempt to say something - only to have it quickly interrupted so Jin could keep focus on the foot worship. It wasn’t just their synthetic soles that would see such attention, their toes would be sucked, their arches kissed, their heels pampered, A session that would last for hours, only to finally be finished with something more… intimate on the way. Jin would enjoy every hour he could have with Epoch, and as for the robot, they only felt the same. The next time Epoch spoke, it would be an hour or so later, but by then… the routine was in place and ready to progress to the next phase.
Special thanks to AnimeSage3 for editing this story for me.
Jin belongs to Tacopowers
This piece was a gift for his birthday after the amount of support he's given me. Made an exclusive with his permission.
