Happy Rubber housewife for the Evil Machine Mistress (Patreon)

The doll smiled her eternal smile as her darling stroked her solid rubber hair. The doll didn’t think it odd that her darling was an eight foot tall rubber demoness. The doll didn’t think much at all. It’s mind occupied with simple things, like how much her sweetie loved blueberry pancakes and exactly how much cheese to grate into the mash potatoes she would make tonight. Everything was simply absolutely perfect

The demoness purred stroking the rubbery hair of the doll. Her plan had gone perfectly and one nanite infused collar had ensnared her a lovely new wifebot who could be molded and shaped into whatever she desired. The original personality trapped and rewritten into an obedient plaything. Everything was absolutely perfect.