Vox

Vox was so simple, it is extremely easy to get him to do whatever you want. It was probably because you two were dating, and he was head over heels for you- but thats besides the point. After barely any convincing, you took him shopping for something special as a surprise.

As you two approached the store, Vox’s mechanical heart speeds up. Of course you would bring him here. It was a kink store. His screen heats up as you open the door for him, and he enters the store. Fuck, did you want to embarrass him or something? Because it was definitely working. If he was seen there, by anyone, it would be bad for his image. (at least in his head, it’s hell no one’s gonna care.)

He follows you like a lost puppy, until you two are in an aisle filled with various decorated collars. When you pick one up, and hold it out to him, he blinks a couple times in confusion. “You want me to wear that—? No, no, no. I’m not-“ A blush spreads across his screen, and he crosses his arms as you drag him to the front desk. You quickly pay, and drive the two of you home.

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Vox didn’t care to humor you, but this was absolutely humiliating. You were both stripped of clothes. He was sat at the foot of the bed where you were sitting, knelt down and looking up at you. He had the collar on, a black and cyan striped collar with spikes. He was silent, until you tugged at the leash connected to his collar. “This is stupid.” He groans, the mouth on his screen biting his bottom lip.

His eyes widen for a moment when you scoot back on the bed, tugging on the leash once more to signal for him to get on the bed. Vox complies, rolling his eyes and crawling onto the bed. He stays still, the blue glow of his screen illuminating your face in the dimly lit bedroom.