Back
in River City, Mistress and slave are settling into a few weeks of the grind
before a trip in late October to visit our daughter who is across the pond
working on a Masters degree.
And
while Jay remains vaguely in the picture, hampered by child care issues, and
yet a little snippy about Mistress’s travel schedule, we are still sorting
through a variety of AM applicants.
Slave
is in charge of deleting most of the “attached” suitors, who seem to try a
little too hard to explain why they need succor from their sterile marriages.
Isn’t
that their problem?
But
there are a few single guys, or those who claim they have permission, that have
surfaced, so we are now in the vetting process. But it all is a bit of a hassle for a Mistress who has work
to do. Thankfully she has her “corresponding secretary” to help her sort wheat
from chaff. But it still puts a burden on Mistress to do the final screening,
presumably over drinks or dinner, or by phone call interviews.
Which
brings up the alternative: in this world of artificial intelligence, isn’t it a
shame that there is not a faux male sex robot to provide Mistress with some
sexual attention? Yesterday the
Washington Post had an article titled "Don't Worry about Sex Robots. They Won’t Ruin Sex”. Here is the link. The discussion is about some
recent popular media depictions of sex robots as a replacement for personal
attention (like the HBO series Westworld) and the feminist backlash:
Anti-sexbot sentiment is so intense that it has
even prompted a feminist grass-roots collective, the Campaign Against Sex Robots.
In its mission statement, the organization equates the relationship between a
sex robot and its owner to that of a john and a non-consenting prostitute,
breathlessly warning that sex robots will “reduce human empathy,” “reinforce
power relations of inequality and violence” and “sexually [objectify] women and
children.”
I suspect that all
of this feminist outrage may be
triggered by the fear that men will rely on sex-robots to the detriment of
women in an already competitive sexual marketplace.
But with a little
imagination, and a lot of technology, couldn’t all those geeks in Silicon
Valley come up with a pleasing male like android who could do just as good a
job pleasing a Mistress with high standards as the lady bots in WestWorld
purportedly do for the male guests?
Certainly there
would be no problem in engineering a special occasion cock that never has
performance issues. Or, even better, would not get all chafed and irritated of
sealed away in a cock cage between uses.
And with such
technology available, Mistress would never have to worry about a sidedish with
child care issues, or wasting a cocktail hour on some guy who turns out to be much dud-ier than his pithy AM messages would otherwise suggest.
Maybe it's time for GE to bring good cocks to life.
