Golem obeys

The golem knelt. It didn’t think about what it was doing. It only obeyed.

The golem knelt. It’s back arched, tongue extended, the smooth stone tongue lapping at [Owner]’s exposed sex. It experienced pleasure, pleasure from obedience, an echo of pleasure from [Owner]’s own pleasure. But none for itself. The idea of self was an alien thought, as incomprehensible to it as quantum physics would be to an ant. It did not have a mind that could comprehend why licking its former lover’s sex would be arousing to itself. It simply obeyed.

The statue knelt. Hands grasping the soft flesh of [Owner]’s hips and ass, holding onto its writhing [Owner] as she bucked under the constant steady assault against her hot lips from the statue’s cold hard tongue. The moans and murmurs did not mean anything to the statue. So it continued to lick.

The statue knelt. Its [Owner] had stopped the frantic movements, and had ordered the golem to stop. So the golem knelt, hands still outstretched to cradle [Owner]’s ass cheeks in its hands. Its face dripped with moisture expelled from [Owner] a moment before, but it did not move, it had not been ordered to move. And so it knelt.

[Owner] spilled a damp cloth to the golems face. It had not been ordered to move and so it didn’t. Still kneeling, hands still outstretched upon the now empty podium. [Owner] was saying words, but the golem did not register any of them as a command. And so it remained still. It didn’t not understand how its [Owner] was taunting it. Telling it that she would remain this way. It did not register [Owner] pressing its lips to its own as anything, not comprehending what a kiss was. It remained in place as [Owner] stood and left the room. Turning out the lights. Leaving Statue kneeling, its hands outstretched, its tongue ready to resume licking as if it had never stopped.