“Hey you! Are you seriously watching porn all by yourself?”

I sat alone in my dark room, the cold, lifeless blue glow of my computer screen illuminating my body. Yes, as hard as it may be to believe, I, a young, single man, was seriously watching porn all by myself. I laughed to myself, wondering if these porn ads really expected someone like me to feel guilty about that. The young woman’s taunts were nothing more than a mild inconvenience to me before I watched the next video. I would have skipped the ad sooner, though, had her body not so effectively held my gaze. I wondered what her name was, but my train of thought was interrupted by her voice as the ad finished.

“...realistic pussy like no other. Whenever you want it, however you like it! All at an affordable cost! Go to FreeUseFiona.com to learn more!”

I didn’t really care to see whatever fleshlight clone this company was selling. I visited the site, though, hoping to find the name of the girl in the video. The homepage banner boasted about the “Most Realistic Synthetic Sexual Partner On Earth! Only $300!” A brave claim, but a false one, surely. This wasn’t the first time I found myself on a sex doll website. I knew that top-line dolls could cost upwards of a thousand dollars. For only three hundred, this was probably a glorified pringles can with a glove in it. Still, I decided to go to the “products” tab to see what the hype was about. I was greeted by an array of options. At first glance, they seemed to display photos of real girls, but, upon closer inspection, you could tell they were made out of some sort of synthetic material. You wouldn’t notice it unless you looked for little details. It was quite impressive, really. “Free Use Fiona” came in several variants, with different races and body types able to be customized. I clicked on the first one to get a closer look. This Fiona was White, with blonde hair and dark blue eyes. A basic look, but attractive nonetheless. Different sliders allowed the customer to adjust her cup size, waist size, height, and so forth, almost like she was a Skyrim character. I scrolled down to the reviews to see what people thought.

“LightFun1992: Fiona is awesome! She gets it done just right. Seriously better than porn. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️”

“TheLegend27: Best $300 I ever spent. Throw in the extra $$$ for lingerie… so worth it. 

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️”

“Sub_cupcake: Got Fiona for my long-distance boyfriend. He stopped watching porn and is even more passionate when we visit each other… can’t recommend more. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️”

I chuckled reading the reviews, knowing that this had to be some elaborate scam. Still, I was unsuccessful in finding any rating less than 4.5 stars, and there were thousands of reviews. How had I not heard of this company before? I clicked off the site and returned to my video as planned. However, as much as I tried to focus on the porn I was watching, I couldn’t help but feel as if I was somehow missing out on something. The tab for Free Use Fiona remained open, its contents calling my name like a siren of sailors’ legends. A fully customizable, supposedly ultra-realistic sex doll… and it was so cheap… the PS5 I was planning on buying was more expensive, so I certainly had enough money. The question became whether or not I had the balls to buy something like this.

“Fuck it,” I said to myself, going back to the page with the blonde Fiona model. I changed her body to my liking. Having always preferred big boobs, I increased the size of her chest to at least D cups. I thinned her waist slightly and gave her a shapely ass and adjusted her height to be about the same as mine. For an extra fee, I could include certain outfits with my order. I decided to spring for a skimpy red dress that hugged her figure tightly, showcasing her hour-glass figure and cleavage. Finished with my customization, I proceeded to checkout. $350, shipping and handling included. I entered the number of a Visa gift card I had loaded money onto in order to avoid having to send sensitive credit card information, as I was still somewhat skeptical about the legitimacy of this business. 

About three days later, a large box was delivered to my front door. It was quite discreet, with no obvious mentions of the contents inside. It didn’t come through a standard mail carrier like FedEx or UPS; this service was called WellnessUSA Shipping. I signed for the delivery, confirming that the right package arrived at the right address. The driver, a polite man of no more than 40 years of age, wheeled it into my house on a dolly and left it in my living room before departing. As soon as he left, I began opening the box. The cardboard came apart quite easily with the assistance of a boxcutter. Under it was a thick layer of bubble wrap. After some struggle removing the wrap, I laid my eyes on Fiona for the first time. She came in a clear Barbie doll-like box, with her legs shoulder-width apart, and her arms slightly extended from her sides with her palms facing out. She had a neutral look to her, and her eyes gazed into the distance. I opened this final barrier between us and moved her out of her tiny plastic cell. She was surprisingly light. I sat her down on my couch, admiring her beauty. She really was extremely realistic, both in looks and touch. She was already wearing the dress I had ordered for her, her breasts in full view, and her curves accented by the crimson fabric. I wanted to fuck her right then and there. I decided, however, to read the short manual that she arrived with, in order to make sure there was no preliminary cleaning process that needed to be done. Upon inspecting the instructions, I was surprised to see just how advanced a piece of technology Fiona was. 

“Tap the back of FreeUseFiona’s ™ neck three times in quick succession to activate the digital control panel. This panel will allow you to turn FreeUseFiona ™ off and on, check the health of her components, and adjust her activity levels. FreeUseFiona ™ also comes with a voice control feature when she is activated from this panel.”

I moved Fiona’s golden blonde hair out of the way and did as the pamphlet instructed, turning a small dial from the “off” to the “on” position. As soon as I did so, Fiona’s body perked up, almost as if she had heard someone call her name while she was zoned out. 

“Hello,” she said in a monotone voice. “I’m Fiona. Welcome to your FreeUseFiona pleasure experience.” Her voice got more cheerful as she spoke, yet still retaining a certain robotic feel to it. It was quite soothing to listen to, actually. “Feel free to do with me what you wish. I will respond to any verbal questions or remarks, unless you do not want me to. For detailed information about my components, consult the manual or FreeUseFiona.com.”

“Hello, Fiona,” I said somewhat shyly. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes, I can! What would you like me to do?”

“What does the manual mean by ‘activity levels’ on your control panel?”

“Great question. Activity levels indicate the extent of agency I have during your pleasure experience. Lower levels mean I will remain more still and speak less while you use me. Higher levels mean I will be more engaging, both physically and verbally. These levels can be altered in my control panel, or through verbal commands during your experience. Did that help?” 

“Yes, thank you.” It turned me on to hear her say I could “use” her, but I had to clarify what that meant. “Fiona, what exactly are the parameters for using you? Also, feel free to speak more informally. Speak to me like I’m a person you talk about sex with.”

“My purpose is to be the receptacle for all your sexual desires. If you want me to simply lie there while you fuck me, I can do that. If you want to tie me up and abuse me, feel free. If you want me to ride you like there’s no tomorrow, I’ll do it. You can cum in me, on me, down my throat, wherever you’d like. In short, I am your fuckdoll, designed solely to be used as your toy.” Her vulgarity took me by surprise. I could feel my dick getting harder in my pants. 

“Fiona,” I said, undoing my belt, “I want you to be my little submissive slut right now.” I took my fully erect cock out and started stroking it, staring at this beautiful robot woman. 

“I live only to make you happy, master.”

I leaned in and kissed her. She softly moaned as our lips met. I began stroking her hair and whispered in her ear. “I want you to jerk me off while I kiss you.”

“Yes sir,” she whispered back. Her soft hand found its way to my cock, her fingers wrapping around it with a confident yet delicate grip. She moved it up and down my shaft as I buried my face in her neck. I moved my hand to the back of her dress and unzipped it, letting it fall below her breasts. Her tits were amazing; they were just the size I pictured when I customized them on the website. They had the proper weight and texture to feel exactly like real boobs. I moved my head down to her chest and sucked on her pink nipples. As I did so, Fiona let out soft moans. The sounds she was making were incredible. I needed to hear more.

“Fiona,” I said, standing up. “Open your mouth.” She did so without saying a word. I stuck my cock into her open mouth, letting it rest on her tongue for a second before I began to fuck her face. She kept eye contact the whole time as I moved my dick in and out her mouth. Every time my dick touched the back of her throat, she made a slight gurgling noise. It wasn’t the fake, gross sound you hear in hardcore porn; it was just the right volume to let me know I had complete dominion over her body without being too unrealistic. I could already feel myself about to cum as she stared at me with her captivating blue eyes while my dick was in her mouth. I pulled out and told her to take her dress off and turn around on the couch. Her ass wasn’t huge, but its shape was perfectly proportional to her curves. I stuck a finger in her pussy; it was already incredibly wet. No need for foreplay. It was mine to do with as I pleased. Fiona let out a loud moan as I slid it in. To my surprise, she began bouncing her ass back on my cock as if she was eager for more. I moved in and out, being gentle at first and savoring the feeling of the most realistic fake pussy I’d ever felt.

“Please fuck me harder, master,” she said, craning her neck to look back at me. I grabbed her hips and thrust into her as if there was no tomorrow. Her pussy was squeezing my cock with every move. Her moans were getting louder and louder, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Fiona, I don’t know if I can last much longer,” I said. “There’s so much I want to do to you but I’m about to come…”

“Just give it to me, master! You can always use me again later. Just keep fucking me as much as you want. Use me, please, use me!”

Hearing her tell me to use her as much as I wanted put me over the edge. I grabbed her hair and pulled her body close to mine as I exploded inside her sweet, wet pussy. A whole ten minutes from unboxing to cumming inside her. She really was something else.

“Fuck, it’s so warm,” Fiona said, smiling as she still slowly bounced back on my cock. “I can feel your cock throbbing inside me…” 

I pulled out and reached for a towel. Fiona grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the couch, putting my cock in her mouth. She kept it there until I was completely soft and then looked at me and swallowed. 

“I come with a self-cleaning feature that eliminates the need for towels! Anything else I can do for you, master?”

“Not right now, Fiona,” I replied. “Although I may need you back in that dress later tonight. I have a friend coming over.”

“You’ve got it! I’ll be here waiting for your instructions tonight.” 

This was going to be a fun weekend.