Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
“Rita? It’s your turn. The Chocolatier will see you now.” A pleasant woman with a sweet smile waited by the door as I stood up. Nerves coiled in my belly. How silly is it for a robot to be nervous? But I was. I read about a company that would mold your asshole and make edible chocolates to gift your Valentine. I thought it would be a silly gift for my owner, so I made an appointment for the custom treat.
The sweet scents of warmed chocolate tickled my nose as she led me to a room much like a doctor’s or dentist’s office. She handed me a robe that would tie in the back and asked me to get undressed and sit in the chair. I did as she said, but when I went to sit, I realized the seat of the chair was missing.
Edible Anus
A few moments later, the Chocolatier came in. He was older and very handsome. He wore a long black apron and black gloves. “Have you picked your flavors?” Then he stood before the counter and mixed the melted dark, white, and milk chocolate pots.
“I’ve selected a dozen edible anus in a variety of those flavors.” He grinned and stepped on the pedal under my chair. It leaned back while also raising my hips up over my head. He grabbed my ankles and helped me part my legs into position. My knees fell to my airpits, and he smiled.
“Very nice. Just relax.” I felt embarrassed as he touched my anus with gentle fingers. “You waxed beforehand,” It was just a statement as he carried over a spoonful of melted white chocolate. “Just breathe.” He poured the warm goo over my most sensitive hole to make the little edible mold. “Now we wait for it to cool.” His thumb accidentally swiped over my clit, and I flinched. “Just eleven more to go, Rita.”
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413