Lissa Daniels

Chapter Thirteen

Added 2024-01-28 02:34:49 +0000 UTC

A blaring klaxon of an alarm filled the apartment, causing Leslie to bolt upright in his bed. Disoriented and half asleep, he looked around, trying to wake up enough to orient himself to what was happening. The alarm stopped just as suddenly as it had started.

Good morning, Leslie. It is six-thirty A.M. It is time to begin your morning beauty routine.

He blinked.

Six thirty? In the morning? What th…

Please proceed to the shower. You will not need to shave this morning unless you know of any missed areas from yesterday. Shaving is on your calendar for tomorrow, but you must use the shampoo and conditioner purchased yesterday.

Oh god. It wasn’t a dream…

His brain was still in a fog. His dreams had been filled with submissively erotic snippets of being dominated by a latex-clad mistress. His hands drifted between his legs to feel the rigid metal trapping his tight member. His normal morning wood pushed against the cage, desperately wanting to be released.

You must respond when given an order, Leslie. An hour has been added to your time-safe countdown. You are currently scheduled to stay in chastity for another thirteen hours, twenty-eight minutes and forty-seven seconds.

“Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress.”

The words left his lips automatically, even as his brain tried to reconcile the fact that even after he had slept, he still had thirteen hours left to go locked into the chastity cage. How could that even be possible?

I went to bed after two… and if it’s only six thirty, then…

As he stepped into the shower, he was still trying to do the math in his groggy head. The hot water hit his smooth skin with a shock, and he melted into a drowsy, mindless shower. There were bright red marks on his skin from the constricting top he had worn to bed, and he rubbed his hands along his body, letting them slide up to his fake breasts that clung to his chest regardless of the water and soap.

He used the shampoo and conditioner without any real thought other than he knew he was supposed to. There was no harm in doing it, and there was always the possibility that his digital mistress might somehow know that he did not.

He did not want to leave the warmth of the shower. In here, he could not be tortured by his AI tormentor. His hand found its way down to the chastity cage, and he pulled on it hopelessly, knowing that it would not help.

He was so helplessly horny. It was like an ache deep inside him, an unscratchable itch of need.

Stepping from the shower, he towelled himself dry. He wrapped the towel around himself but felt weird having the fake breasts bouncing and on display. He rewrapped the towel around himself to cover his chest as well, feeling a surge of arousal at how feminine it felt to do so.

He heard the voice from the bedroom, and he sighed.

Please put on your watch, Leslie.

“Yes, Mistress.”

He found the words coming more easily out of his mouth. No need to poke the bear, and the instant punishment for failure to respond was scary.

He still felt sleep-deprived as he returned to the bedroom to retrieve the watch. He was trying to get his thoughts in order enough to generate some sort of plan to stop this trap he was in.

Please shave your face closely and carefully, Leslie.

Leslie sighed, the words, “Yes, Mistress.” coming out with his breath even as he returned to the bathroom. Wrapped in his towel, he saw himself in the mirror and shook his head. He certainly did not look as feminine as he felt wrapped in his towel. He did not exactly look masculine, either. He had never been the most manly of guys. Skinny and pale with longish hair, he had a bit of androgyny but with a male-leaning direction.

He sighed again as he lathered his face and started the tedium of shaving his already fairly smooth face.

Shaving led to moisturising. Lathering his face in a Facial Moisturizing Lotion, he was surprised at how smooth the skin on his face felt. He only half-remembered putting all the creams and oils on his skin before bed, but they had had some effect.

Body lotion was ordered next, and he removed his towel to apply it. He nibbled his lip in annoyance as his Mistress commanded him to remove the watch he had just put on to apply lotion and then had to strap it back on again.

Stupid AI just needs to make up its mind….

He found himself being angry at himself for personifying it so much. Of course, it isn’t thinking that far ahead. AI was notorious for forgetting where it was and what it was doing. Maybe that was his way out of this mess. If he could think two or three steps ahead of where he was, then maybe he could…

It is time to get dressed, Leslie. You are running behind schedule. Please open the pack of your panties on the counter and put on the Lavender color today.

“Yes, Mistress.”

He felt a surging need in his cage.

Your panties… as in mine…

Why did that hit him so hard in such an arousing way?

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His hands lingered on the material as he opened the package, lightly touching them and placing them on the bed. There were four pairs in the package: a black one, a dark pink one, a light pink one and a lavender one.

He slid the lavender pair up his smooth legs and up under the towel. This caused the towel to unwrap and drop to the ground. Standing there, wriggling into the tight panties and watching his fake breasts jiggle made him feel deliciously female and overwhelmingly horny.

Please put on the QRIC Womens Seamless Butt Lift Leggings High Waisted Yoga Pants Ribbed Gym Workout Running Tights, Leslie.

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“Yes, Mistress.”

Leslie found and opened the cardboard sleeve holding the light purple pants. As he slid them up the legs, he realised how little they resembled pants. They were skin tight, and when he squirmed his way into them, he felt like his whole lower body was being constricted. Even more alarming was the way the material seemed to both hug and lift his butt. His eyes glanced towards the mirror in the bathroom, and the image of the topless girl turning to look at her butt and legs reflected at him. Only his face and hair seemed to detract from the fantasy of him being an actual girl.

He shivered and felt a little spurt of liquid leak into his new panties.

He adjusted the waist, feeling how high and tight it fit, constricting his belly.

Please unpack and put on the Avia Women's Strappy Cross Back Sports Bra, Leslie. You are still running behind and need to move faster. Failure to do so will result in punishment.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Running behind? The thought fled his mind as he hurried back to the kitchen counter to find the garment. It did not have time to linger as he felt his breasts bounce as he hurried, making him feel even more feminine.

He found the bra in the diminishing pile of new clothes on the counter. He had not paid much attention to it while unpacking the Walmart order yesterday. There were far more erotic (or concerning) items in the order, after all. But now, being forced to put it on over the fake breasts, he found himself shuddering at the idea of it belonging to him.

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Putting it on was incredibly awkward. Much like the leggings, it was very tight, and squeezing his new fake chest into it was a task. Feeling the cross-straps on his back was bizarrely erotic as it had a certain almost bondage-like feel.

Do you like your exercise outfit, Leslie?

He shivered. He did like it. Other than the tiny bump of his chastity cage in the tight leggings, he had a very feminine look and shape. He knew his face didn’t match the package, but he felt a perverse pride and arousal at the feminine appearance of his body in these clothes.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Good girl. You may have a banana and a single serving of yoghurt for breakfast. You have five minutes.

“Um…”

Five minutes? Until what? He wanted to ask. The uncertainty of what came next was one of the most terrifying things of this whole experience. He needed to get a step or two ahead of the AI, but he felt he was still just scrambling to keep up. His stomach growled at the thought of food.

You must respond when given an order, Leslie. An hour has been added to your time-safe countdown. You are currently scheduled to stay in chastity for another thirteen hours, two minutes and eighteen seconds.

Ugh… another hour took him almost back to where he was when he got up this morning. He had to be quicker with his responses.

“Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress.”

Good girl. You may have a banana and a single serving of yoghurt for breakfast. You now have four minutes.

“Yes, Mistress.”

He found himself hurrying over to the refrigerator to fetch the yoghurt. He wondered if he would get away with eating something else as he grabbed one. How would it know? Yet, part of him was a little worried even to try. He needed to get out of the cage for so many reasons. Once out of the cage, he could make a break for it, get out of the house, and hopefully try to find some help ridding his technology of this AI virus.

He had finished the yoghurt and was halfway done eating his banana when he heard the doorbell.

His eyes went wide.

Answer the door, Leslie.

He shook his head, unable to find the word ‘no’.

I can’t open the door. Not dressed like this. I need to find something to put on over it. If I…

You did not respond, Leslie. Another hour has been added to your time-safe countdown. Please answer the door now.

“Mistress, I… I can’t. I can’t let anyone see me dressed like…”

Failure to do as you are told is a punishable offence. You have now earned one additional punishment. Failure to do as you are told again will result in a second punishment. Answer the door.

“Mistress, please…”

The doorbell rang again.

You have not complied again. A second punishment has been added. Failure to do as you are told will result in a third punishment and another call to your Mother. Answer the door.

The word Mother made Leslie’s balls shrink against the ring holding them. He could not let that happen. Who knows what crazy thing the AI would say to her…

…or send to her.

“Yes, Mistress.” The words left his lips, but he could not seem to make himself move.

What if it’s Mom at the door? She was worried about me last night. If she decided just to stop by…

Who else could it be? Leslie had no close friends who had just dropped by. He had no neighbours with whom he associated.

Oh god…

His feet were moving towards the door.

The doorbell rang again.

Leslie, you must hurry and answer the door or be punished.

“Yes, Mistress.”

His feet were moving, but he feared his heart would beat out of his chest. He felt trapped and helpless and scared, and yet still…

…still so very aroused.

I can’t do this. I can’t answer the door dressed in leggings and a bra with fake tits. I can’t do this. I can’t….