AIdentity - Chapter Ten

The voice of the emergency operator came from the watch beside him.  He scrambled to pick it up.

“Cancel!  Cancel!  There’s no emergency!”

“Hello?  Can you speak?  Help is on the way.”

He knelt staring down into the watch.  The ‘mute’ icon was active.  He tapped it.  It did not disappear.  He tapped it again.  No change.   Images of EMS workers bursting through his front door to find him dressed like this flooded his over-stimulated brain.  He had to change clothes.

No.  I have to stop this.

His fingers continued to tap and poke at the icon, even as he heard the A.I. voice coming from it.

Leslie Warren living at Apartment #2170, Long Branch, NH 03103 is non-responsive.  Please send immediate aid.

The voice was not the domineering Mistress voice that had been speaking to him previously.  Now it was a more automated ‘help-line’ tone, with a very computer inflection. The mute icon never went away even as he continued to frantically poke at it.

“Stop!  No.  Do not send anyone.  This is just a computer malfunction.  You don’t have to…”

Even as he shouted over the A.I. Voice he heard the response from the EMS worker.

“An ambulance has been dispatched.  What is your name and relationship to Mr. Warren?”

“No!  No ambulance!  Stop!”

I am an artificial assistant to Mr. Warren.  His heartbeat is elevated and he requires immediate attention.

“No!  No!  Listen to me!  Do not send an ambulance!”

He was shouting into the watch now… helplessly unheard from the other end.

“The ambulance will be there in just a few minutes,” the calm and confident male voice on his watch said.  “If possible, can you please relay his current heart rate and vitals?”

“No… please… stop…”  Leslie’s voice had lost its volume as he sat defeated looking at his watch.  Scrambling to his feet, he slid in the heels and landed painfully on his backside again.

They can not hear you, Leslie.  You can tell them to cancel when you return the watch to your wrist.

The A.I. voice was no longer the helpful assistant voice speaking to the man on the call.  It was back to being the domineering Mistress voice.  There was no mistaking the switch, especially as it went back to the ‘assistant tone’.

Medical ID information is currently being shared with Concord Emergency Hospital.

Scrambling desperately to wrap the watch around his wrist, Leslie felt like he had twenty fingers.  The little latch had never been more tricky in his whole life.

“Stop. Just stop… Do not send an ambulance.  Do not…”

As the band of his watch clicked into place the male voice on the other end of the call cut in over the A.I. assistant and his own frantic pleas..

“Mr. Warren, is that you?”

Leslie panted a gasp of relief.

“Yes.  Yes, it’s me.  Don’t send an ambulance.”

“Are you sure, Mr. Warren?  Your voice sounds strained.  Is everything ok?”

“It was just a miscommunication with my tech.  Everything’s fine.  Sorry.  Sorry for the false alarm.”

“To confirm:  You want me to cancel the EMS being dispatched to your apartment?”

“Yes.  Yes.  Cancel.  Please. Cancel.  It was all just a mistake.”

“I’m very glad to hear that, Mr. Warren.   Please make sure to fix your automated assistant.  A fake emergency is nothing to joke around about.”

Leslie let out a breath that he did not know he was holding.

“Absolutely.  Of course.  Sure thing.  Thank you.”

He frantically tapped the call end button on the watch before the crazy A.I. voice could add anything else to the call.

Do not remove your watch, Leslie.

The cold, yet dominant Mistress voice filled the room.  It came from not only his wrist, but from the table assistant, his television, and his computer.  Somehow it gave the voice even more of a terrifying completeness that surrounded him from every side.

Removing your watch will result in another call to Emergency Medical Services.  The emergency protocol will dictate that Medical Workers arrive regardless of complaint upon a second call.  Do you understand?

Leslie could not move.  He could not breathe.

“Yes, Mistress.”

The words left his mouth with no air and barely a sound.

As you have been bad, a new punishment has been added to your list.  Please stand up and unbox your time-lock safe, Leslie.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Soft, barely audible words left his lips again as his brain tried to find an alternative.  Any alternative?    Visions of burly EMS workers breaking down his door and strapping him to a medical gurney filled his brain.  His frantic brain saw his nightie pulled up on the gurney with his chastity on display as he was wheeled out of the apartment.  He had to change clothes.  If he could just get out of this outfit then…

You are not doing what you are told, Leslie.  Another hour has been added to your punishment.  Failure to do as you are told will result in escalating corrective results.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Awkwardly, he staggered to his feet in the spindly heels, pulling at the short nightie to cover his chastity cage.

As he pulled the time-lock safe box from the Walmart cardboard, his eyes kept focusing in on the words written on the box.

…sturdy and high-quality metal material…

…USB-C connection…

…child lock button…

…short-term goals and long-term commitments…

…mobile jail…

…once is locked, it cannot be overwritten…

His hands were trembling as he pulled the heavy piece of metal with the display screen out onto the counter, removing the styrofoam corners and pulling the included cord out on top of it.

There was no acknowledgment that he had done the task.  He took a deep breath, or at least as deep as the little waist-cinching top allowed.

Now’s my chance.  If I can just change clothes…

He took a step towards the bedroom.  Then another.  There was no reaction.  The third step was the alert.

Bad girl, Leslie.  You were given a task to do.  You are not allowed to leave the room without permission.

He felt liquid squirt ineffectually out of the cage and into the satiny material of his nightie.

Fuck, why is that so hot…

“May I have permission to go to the bathroom, Mistress?”

Just saying the words out loud made him squirt again.  He shook the shivers of arousal off.  If he could just get back into the bedroom, he could maybe get these clothes off while pretending to use the bathroom.

No.

The word rang through all of the devices in the house.  It made his testicles, already trying desperately to pull through the ring holding them, shrivel.  Even in that state there was no getting them back through the ring holding them.

Despite the bathroom excuse being a lie, he suddenly felt the need to pee… now that he was not allowed to do so.

You have been given another hour of punishment for disobedience.    Bring the Time Safe to your Computer Desk and plug in the USB-C connector to your computer.

“Yes, Mistress.”

The words were beginning to become automatic in response to whatever was said.  The action, however…

His eyes saw the keys to his chastity cage sitting on the counter next to the safe.  He had to keep those out of the safe.  If they were locked inside…

The submissive ‘sissy-side’ of his brain was already picturing it.  Trapped in this cage for real.  No escape.  Punished for every little indiscretion.

In a hazy, submissive fog he found himself carrying the heavy box over to his computer.  As he plugged the USB cable in, the display on the top of the safe lit up.  A few little icons joined a row of zeros indicating day, hour, and minute.

000d: 00h: 00m

A little unlock symbol sat to the right of the numbers.  Leslie could not get his eyes off the three zeros on the day category.

Good girl.

The words again came from everywhere.  His computer, the assistant device on the side table, the watch on his wrist… even his phone over on the counter.

For being a good girl, you may have a reward..  Please retrieve the Sally Hansen Lip Inflation Extreme Sheer Pink.

https://www.walmart.com/ip/Sally-Hansen-Lip-Inflation-Extreme-Sheer-Pink-6690-30/10322923

“Yes, Mistress?”

Listening to the robotic-sounding description of the Lip Gloss, made him shiver.  He had seen it as he unpacked the bags.  It sat in the too-large pile of cosmetics still on the counter.  He had not noticed that the gloss was ‘Lip inflating’.  The image of the puffy feminine lips on the package sent both fear and arousal to all parts of his body.

Bring the gloss back to your computer.

He was only halfway through opening the package when the words rang out.

“Yes, Mistress.”

He finished unpackaging it as he walked carefully back to the computer.

The screen flickering on almost made him fall backward in surprise.  Filling the screen was the webcam, showing a startled sissy in a pink nightie.  Her face was flushed.  Her eyes wide.

Nonononono….

Center your face on the screen and then apply the lip gloss in a full, even coat.

The Sissy on the screen was shaking her head in fear and agitation.

Is it recording?  Oh god.  Is it recording?

Leslie?  Did you hear your instructions?

He watched the Sissy on the screen slowly say the words.

“Yes, Mistress.”

The male lust part of his brain wanted the Sissy on the screen to be sexier.  Her hair was a mess.  Her face to manly.  Her body is not quite feminine enough.  The rest of his brain was in complete and total terror at seeing himself like this in front of a camera.

A camera he was not controlling.

He brought his face closer to the camera and uncapped the lip gloss.  The submissive cloud was still there, but hidden behind the fear and worry.  He did not want to do this.  But if he didn’t…

Uncapping the lip gloss, he pulled out the applicator and slowly began applying it to his lips.  It was harder than he anticipated.  It slopped onto his lower lip going well below his lipline.  He tried to fix it with the applicator but succeeded in only smearing it further.  As he finished, he winced, seeing that his lips look more like a ‘used whore’ than the elegant girl.

He felt his lips, and the area around them smeared in the gloss, tingle and burn a little.  They already felt a little bigger somehow.

Good girl.

The words once again filled the room, causing his cage to feel far too tight.

The screen of his computer went black and he shuddered.  Had it recorded him doing that?  It was another video piece of blackmail to use against him.

From the front hallway, he heard an electronic chirping sound.

Bring your car keys to the kitchen, Leslie.

His brain tried to catch up, still focused solely on the incriminating video that might have just been recorded, even as he struggled to move in the heels.  The tingling in his lips was getting almost painful in intensity.

“...yes, Mistress…”

The words were coming more and more automatically now.

His brain only now catching up to the command he found himself scampering in the heels to the front door and picking up the ‘chirping’ keys in the spot he kept them by the door.  The chirping from his air tag stopped as he picked them up.

As he moved back to the kitchen, he felt his brain doing gymnastics trying to figure this out.  Why did he need his car keys?  Was she going to demand he go out?

…in this outfit???

No… it wanted him in the kitchen… Was it going to make him put the keys in the safe?  That wouldn’t be the worst thing.  He could always get an Uber once he got out of this ridiculous outfit… Besides… it wanted him in the kitchen.

His eyes fell on the chastity keys on the counter and an actual gasp burst out of him as he understood what was about to happen.

Please attach both chastity keys to your keyring, Leslie.

“...no…”

The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.

Behind him, the screen of the TV flickered on.  He spun to see the closeup of his face as he delicately smeared lip gloss all over his lips.

I'm writing to you to share another video of Lesley Warren. I think you'll love it!  This is her first time putting on lip gloss.  It makes her look so much prettier, don’t you agree?   I attached the video to this email. You can also watch it on YouTube at the link attached below.  Please make sure to let Leslie know what you think.

Leslie staggered towards the TV as his Mistress crafted the email.  He heard his voice begging, pleading for it not to happen.  The words turned to dust in his throat as he heard the ‘whoosh’ sound of an email.

This has been sent to your last accessed contact.  Further disobedience will result in both videos being sent to your full contact list.  Please attach both chastity keys to your keyring.

On the screen, he saw the YouTube logo flash up.  The screen showed a YouTube channel with two videos.  The thumbnails were obviously him.  One of him standing in the corner and the other a close-up of his face.

“No…. please… you have to take those down…”

This is your last warning, Leslie.  Put the chastity keys on your keyring.  Failure to comply and more emails will be sent as well as your YouTube videos being set to public.

“No!  No… Yes, Mistress.  I’m doing it, Mistress.  Please…”

…and he was.  He was adding the key to the ring, his brain still panicking about the video now playing again on his TV.

…if I just put one on… it can’t know.  It can not know that I don’t put both of them on…

Please hold your keys by the air-tag Leslie.

He nibbled his tingling lower lip doing so.

“Yes, Mistress.”

It can’t know… It can’t…

Put both keys on the keyring, Leslie.  Or you will be punished.

His eyes went wide.

How?

The weight?  The web cam?  How…

“Yes, Mistress.”

Yet, he hesitated.  If he put both keys on the ring… he knew what the next command would be… and that would mean…

Calling Mom.

He screamed as the voice came from his wrist.

“No.  No… I’m doing it, Mistress.  I’m doing it…”

The ring tone filled the room.  He had to stop it.  It could tell her anything…

…and if she’s seen the video…

His fingers fumbled with the second key, trying desperately to get it onto the ring.

Put both keys on the keyring, Leslie.  Or you will be punished.

“It’s on, Mistress.  It’s on.  I promise.  Please… hang up… hang up…”

Place the keys in the safe, Leslie.

Oh god.

Even knowing the command was coming… his heart hurt from the command.  The sound of the ringtone filled the room again.

Shall I tell your mother what you are doing Leslie?  What is on your computer?  What you are? Or will you be a … good girl…

The pause before Good Girl somehow made the threat worse.

The ringtone started again… the third ring.

His body was moving without his brain.  Careening across the room in heels, he skittered to the computer desk, dropping the keys into the safe.

Good girl, Leslie.

He didn’t know how it knew he had done it.  Location.  The Air-tag.  All he knew, was that the keys were in the safe and maybe now…

The ringtone happened again… number four…

“Please, Mistress… please… don’t…”

Close the safe Leslie.

His eyes went to the keys inside the scary metal box.  If he shut the lid…

“Hello?”

The voice of his mother filled the room.  With a gasped ‘eek’ he slammed the lid of the safe.

The click as it locked echoed in his ear.

“Leslie?  Are you ok?”

Leslie felt like crying.  The sound of his Mother’s voice did not help.

He was anything but ok.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  This is the final chapter of PART ONE of this story.  I have tons of notes of ways this can continue... or... we leave this here and start something new.  I would love some comments and a poll is forthcoming about whether to continue or move on, so stay tuned.

It has been TREMENDOUS fun to write.  The story kind of grew on me a little.  Thank you all for your support in this endeavor.