Their safety and comfort is paramount and is a contractual agreement predating our joining the Confederacy and ratified at the point of our acceptance... Is this instruction clear, and will it always be obeyed by you and succeeding AIs?"There was a long pause before Dora answered. "Sponsors are able to order privacy shields which we AIs obey and enforce. Likewise, under your instructions concerning your own privacy and that of your concubines and dependents, we can prevent others from blocking. The guys were told to dress casual. This would not be a fancy affair and Jess had plans for later which might result in getting dirty. The dress code was for the other guests, of course, not them.“K, stud,” Amelia said to me. “Lose ‘em.” She gestured to, well, everything I was wearing. That was when I discovered their plans for me.“But why-” I started to ask. Jess cut me off.“Amelia and I were talking. We know Brent will undoubtedly be nervous with everything that is going to happen. So, we. This was after all what she wanted when she first discussed her fetish for bondage with her husband. After trading fetishes and desires, they came up with a lifestyle that while isn’t a total master/slave relationship, was good enough for both of them. It allowed freedom where it was really needed, left room for love and more interestingly plenty of ways to [ahem] play. She even got her sister Leslie interested and looking for a good man to master her.[The message is from the Master. Playing. He smiled as he shifted back into his human form, and headed out into the hallway. Maybe no alarms had been triggered. He might be able to just walk out of this place without further trouble.A plasma beam chose that time to impact Preliator in his gut. He toppled backwards, a smoking hole in the black shirt he had morphed onto his body. It took him less than three seconds to repair the damage, a shimmer passing over the wound before it liquefied and re-solidified back into human tissue. He.