"A LAP PI-!?" My scream of indignation was cut off by my own mouth clamping shut, and my voice refusing to come out. Evidently, that counted as 'another word of protest'. Georg was already ignoring me and my squirming attempts at objection as we passed through the ship's corridors.

Some time and an elevator ride later, and we'd arrived the captain's quarters. The main room looked like the captain's quarters on an old-timey ship, if a 21st century hardware designer got some say on the design. A sturdy desk, a medium bookshelf, and lavish chairs combined with sleek white surfaces and screens simulating a window outside, as well as displaying a star map of the surrounding star systems. We didn't stay here for long, though, as I was ushered into a side-room; the bedroom.
It was nothing compared to the room we'd... slept in last night, but it at least looked comfortable. Closer in size and hospitality to what you might expect out of a hotel. Perhaps a ski resort. Some dressers, a wardrobe, a walk-in closet, a large mirror, a nightstand. And a bed. Just one, of course. I grumbled under my breath.

Georg wordlessly took off his coat and handed it to me. I found myself accepting it from him, and moving towards the wardrobe to hang it. Another one of the innumerable subroutines programmed into me, no doubt.
"Come on, do you really need me to hang up your clothes foooOOOAAAAHHH!" My attempt at a verbal barb was put on hold by my surprise at turning around and finding Georg shirtless.

"I thought for sure you of all people would be acquainted enough with my body to not shriek in surprise upon seeing it", he teased. "But oh well. You'll have time yet to be accustomed to it." As he took the articles of clothing off of himself, he handed them to me; I was left incapable of doing anything but wordlessly accept them and sort them into their proper place. When he was done, he was left in only his underwear; better than a step further, but only somewhat less mortifying. I furiously attempted to keep my eyes from drifting over his chiseled torso.

"Now, lap pillow. Default type. I paid for the thigh softness upgrade for a reason, after all." Master ordered, with equal mirth and exhaustion.
My body began moving on its own once again; I sat down on the head of the bed, with the bed's edge up against the back of my knees, and my dress fanning out over the sheets. My legs squashed together tightly, and my body shifted slightly towards the left. My hand double-tapped my soft lap.

"Lap pillow is ready, Master." I couldn't resist the automatic movements or speaking, but I could glare daggers at him. "Please partake as you please."

Not even responding, Master turned off the lights and sat down next to me and lowered his head onto my lap; his hair tickled my thighs, but my lower body stayed locked in place, unable to move. After pulling the blanket over himself, some shifting to get comfortable, and a reminder to wake him around 1830, he ceased speaking and began to rest, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Number One on that list was the fact that this wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as I'd have expected; just awkward. Which is probably since I'm a gynoid now. No doubt my legs would started aching already if they were still organic.
Number Two was whether Master was actually enjoying this. Peering down at him, my HUD began displaying stats on his vitals, revealing the fact that he was already beginning to fall asleep. His heartbeat and body temperature both fell to the lower ends of his average range, and his breathing became steadier as well. Huh. So he was actually enjoying this. Prick.

But that did make me curious. I put a tentative hand on my locked-in-place right leg, slightly above my stockings, and lightly circled my finger. It WAS soft. Incredibly so. Not quite a pillow, but warmer, and with slightly more resistance. I pinched the edge of the stockings, and let them snap back to my leg, resulting in the slightest bit of jiggle. I bit my lip to try and hinder the mildly building arousal in me.
I looked back at Mas- Georg, to see if he was disturbed by my fiddling. Nope, vitals indicated he was still sleeping. Curious, I lined up my hand with his neck, pulled it back, and then thrust it full force towards his collar.
Sure enough, my hand abruptly stopped an inch short of his skin. I struggled over the next few minutes to try and even tough him here, but it was as though there was an invisible wall covering his body. Looks like I can't consciously do anything that would disturb his sleep.

Which includes shifting my legs in any way. Well, they would micro-adjust to match Georg's moving in his sleep, but nothing I could move on my own. His still expression indicated something approaching deep concentration, almost. He was facing away from me, so I could only view him in profile, so...
...It then occurred to me that if he rolled over, the short hem of my dress would let him see right between my legs. As I recalled, today's was frilly and white, with a black bow. My face flushed with heat, as I realized my body was enjoyed that thought.
Right, that damned feeling of arousal that cursed me in this body. As I was, I was trapped in the body of the world's most advanced *** doll. Everything had been optimized to give the user the most... stimulating experience ever... and as I'd been learning over these past 24 hours, that included the intelligence controlling it as well. Who was me. And truly, the sensations were without parallel. The slight jiggle of my thighs, the sensitivity of my *******, the way my underwear hugged my hips, how it felt when Master put hi-

My attempt at clapping my face was prevented by the comfort-maintaining invisible wall, and my groan of agony was similarly stifled. Why the hell did my brain keep going back there? It was hell! With both my body and mind working against me, my only option was to try and distract myself.
I opened up my mental Netzschaft browser and began looking around the 28th century's equivalent of popular websites. News, forums, shopping, art, videos... it was all familiar, if not... restrained. Nothing seemed to remain of the early internet; nothing like 4chan or Reddit were around anymore, as far as I could see. Everything online was squeaky clean and soulless, no doubt being silently moderated by ruthless AI. I sighed softly as I brushed my fingers through Master's hair.

...

Immediately retracting my hand, I made a mental note to take a deeper look at my programmed routines to see what it all entailed; if I wasn't paying attention, I could end up automatically doing something like that again. Stupid, perverted Master.
...That was another one. He did order it, but I'd occasionally catch myself referring to him as Master.

I then noticed something interesting occur every time I called him such; when I thought the word "Master", it would feel light in my chest. Like my heart was fluttering. Master. Master. Master. Maste-

The electronic door quietly opening snapped me out of my trance; but in spite of my panic, the one in the doorway was just a levitating spherical servant drone, carrying a box in its claw-like hands. The robot took notice of me, and sent a message to my HUD.

[Good day, Service Gynoid HILDEGARDE. I am here to deliver some items to Captain Von Leisestauffen's room, as they were separated from the rest of the luggage; please ignore my presence and continue with your duties.]

I nodded, and let it set the box on the dresser and open it. I was curious what sort of item would've required it to enter Master's room while he was sleepi-

Panties.

A lacey, somewhat see-through pair of white panties.

The robot delicately carried the underwear over to the closet, entered, and presumably placed it somewhere inside, before quietly returning to the box and pulling out another pair. I frantically sent a mental message.

[What the **** are those]

[These are your extra clothing items. I believe they were for "leisure activities". Captain Von Leisestauffen ordered them in preparation for your purchase, but this part of the order was delayed, and was not able to arrive until the day of departure; as such, they were shipped directly to the Navy dock, separate from your other items of clothing], the drone answered, not even turning to face me.
Every single subsequent item pulled out of the box was worse and worse. More panties, some frilly, some lacey, some skimpy, some all of the above, all colored monochrome. Pairs of stockings, pantyhose, and even some garter belts. Several pairs of long white gloves. Some corsets for formal events. A few petticoats. Exactly three athletic leotards, which my HUD noted were for ballet, "or other gymnastics-related activities". A modest white swim-dress. More panties.

My face was now a deep crimson as the mechanical servant finished, and it prepared to leave with the empty box. Before it left, I decided to send a message and ask a question I probably shouldn't have.

[What about bras?]

[Those were not included within the order, so they are not part of the delivery.] The robot then rotated and examined me.
[Of course, your model is also one whose internal structures wouldn't need the extra support. And even if your internals were insufficient, your build, as per your owner's preference, has no need to wear a brassiere.]

The service robot left, closing the door behind it and leaving me to my deep shame. Ma- Georg had now completely smashed my dignity, and he wasn't even ******* awake. I checked the time to see how much time was left.

It was 1434. About four hours.

The exiting drone got a pop-up message sent from Hildegarde consisting of nothing but the letter "A" repeated, but it was addressed to nobody in particular, so it dismissed the message and went on its way.