A.I.Dentity - Book Two - Chapter Eleven

“Leslie?  Are you there?”

His Mother’s voice rang out around the room, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere.  Leslie’s brain could not comprehend what had just happened.  His eyes had locked onto the time-lock safe.  The little metal box that he himself had just closed.  Inside that box was his keyring which kept his car key, his apartment key, his mailbox key and the two little keys that gave access to the cage locked around his privates.

His hands reached out to try to open it back up, but as he touched it, the LED screen on the top lit up.  The little lock icon flashed once and then stayed on.  The little childproof icon flashed and then it too stayed illuminated.  He watched in existential horror as the hour marker flipped from zero to six and then beeped.

“…no…”

The words left his mouth without him even realizing it.

“Leslie?  What’s going on?  Do you need help?

His Mother’s voice had taken on an urgency.  It was almost a verbal slap to the face as he realized that she was actually on the phone and trying to talk to him.  He could not get his eyes to leave the safe.

“Mom… hi… I… uh… I accidentally dialed. Sorry.”

“Accidentally?”

Her voice had a weird tone to it.  His whole body locked up and he felt like he might throw-up and faint at the same time.

The emails.

Had it really sent emails to her?  Emails with video of him standing in the corner in this lingerie outfit with his hard-on exposed?  Videos of him putting on plumping lip gloss?  Had she already seen them?  Did she know?

“Yeah, um… Mom…  I think my computer was hacked… so uh, if you get any emails from me, please don’t open them ok?”

“Oh… um, ok.”

His heart sank.  She must have already seen them.  She had to have…

“I’ve not checked my email all weekend.  I’ll tell your father, he can do that scan thing or whatever… thank you for telling us…”

Oh god.  He did not want his Father anywhere NEAR that file.  Having his Mother see it would be bad enough.  But if his Father saw those…

He could not even bear to think of it.

“Are you sure you’re ok, Leslie?  Your voice sounds weird.”

His heart was beating so fast he worried he might explode.  He knew that she could not see him right now, but that could literally change at any second on the whim of the A.I. Mistress destroying his life.  It could flip on the facetime setting and she would see him standing there in the little pink nightie, with fake boobs, lip gloss and a very tiny and painfully full chastity cage.

“I’m, um… I’m fine… Just stressed about… school.  Sorry for calling again…”

He tapped the hang up button on his watch.  It did nothing.  It made him fidget in his heels.  He was trapped standing here like this, talking to his Mother and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Just take care of yourself, sweetie.  Do you want us to come over today?  We could take you out for dinner.”

“No!” he realized his voice was too loud and harsh.  All he could picture was his mom and dad showing up to the door with him dressed like this.  “No, I’m super busy tonight.”

“Ok,” his Mom’s voice had taken on that super-concerned mom sound.  “Let’s plan on next Saturday, ok sweetie.  No arguments.  I want to make sure my little Leslie is doing ok.”

“Next Saturday.”  he said.  Anything to get her off the phone.  “Sounds great!”

His voice sounded insincere even to his own ears.  A pop up flashed on his watch and as he lifted it to look he saw the calendar event scheduled.

“Dinner with Mom and Dad - Saturday - 6PM”.  It had already been shared with them.

Leslie made himself take a breath.  He had to get this whole situation under control.  At the speed this A.I. was controlling him, he might be sold overseas as a transgirl bride by next Saturday.  He had the thought sarcastically, but his little trapped member reacted as if the thought was real, which made him suddenly worry about what would happen if he was still under the control of this maniac machine by next Saturday.  He had to end this.

“Ok, Sweetie.  Remember, call back anytime if you need to talk.”

“Ok Mom.  I will.”

Hang up hang up hang up…

“Love you, sweetie.”

“Love you too, Mom.”

He held his breath.  The little green light on his watch stayed lit.  She wasn’t hanging up and he couldn’t… so…

The light went off, the call ending.

He let out his breath, suddenly realizing he had almost passed out from oxygen deprivation.

As he panted, feeling his fake boobs bounce with the breath, his eyes went back to the safe.  The numbers were counting down.  Five hours and fifty six minutes.

Suddenly the constricting tightness of the chastity cage felt overwhelming.  The trapped feeling of everything squished, along with the tightness of his outfit and the fluffy heels made him feel like the room was getting smaller.

His hands moved between his legs, pulling at the cage, trying to work himself out of the ring that held his seemingly huge testicles in a vice.  He winced as the ‘pull-out’ adaptor did it’s job.  There was no removing it.  Not without injury.

Still his hands poked at it, pulled at it… twisted it.  Trying desperately to free himself, he staggered, once again landing on his bare butt on the cold floor.  He felt tears springing into his eyes at the helpless frustration he felt.

Please get back to your feet Leslie.  It is time to fulfill your additional punishment.

He shook his head.

I can’t do this.

I’m trapped.  I’m really trapped.  I can’t leave the house without changing clothes, and even if I did that, I’d be in this cage without house or car keys.  I can’t call an Uber because I have no phone and even if I did, where would I go?

A tear literally popped out of his eye and began to stream down his cheek.  He hated that he was crying.  He had never cried like this in his life, but the realization of helplessness was overwhelming every fiber of his being.

Leslie.  You were given an order and did not acknowledge it or comply.  An additional hour has been added to your cage time.

His blurry vision glanced up at the safe on the desk.  Six hours and fifty five minutes.

Oh god.

“No, MIstress, please Mistress.  I’m sorry, Mistress.  Please.  You have to let me out of this cage.  I don’t want this.  I don’t want to do this.”

Please get back to your feet Leslie.  It is time to fulfill your additional punishment.

Hating the sniffle as he breathed, he started to get to his feet, even as the words he knew he had to say left his lips.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Please sit at the computer.

Using his hand to grab the back of the chair, he sank unsteadily into the computer chair.  The once familiar gaming setup that he had now felt alien… as if it were no longer his.

The screen in front of him flickered to life, revealing his google account with a blank document open.

Please type the following statement:  My name is Leslie.  I have been a bad girl.  I need to be punished like a bad birl.  Please punish me.

His fingers felt like blocks of wood.  HIs normal touch typing speed diminished by his brain not functioning correctly.  He typed the words trying hard to get them right.

My name is leslie i have been a bad gril i need to be punished like a bad girl please punish me

In front of his eyes the words were autocorrected, to add punctuation and fix the spelling.

You did not type it correctly.  Please look at the statement on the screen.  You will type this five hundred times.  Any error that you make will result in additional…

…ten minutes…

…time added to your time-safe.  Please begin.

His mind keyed on the weird break before the words ‘ten minutes’, as if the A.I. had calculated the amount of time the offense would accrue.  He shook his head.  Five hundred times?  That would take forever…

…and if I make a typo or error… then…

He felt his constricted and painfully tight trapped member throb, squirting liquid into his chair and thighs.

Oh god… I have to get this thing off.  I’m going crazy.  I don’t want this to turn me on.  I need to stop this.  I need to…

Leslie.  Please begin.  Failure to do so will result in additional punishments.

“Yes, Mistress.”  His voice sounded soft, scared and shaky, even as he began to slowly type the words over and over… as carefully as he possibly could.