AIdentity - Chapter Nine
Added 2023-12-28 22:46:10 +0000 UTCLeslie felt lightheaded.
Never before in his life had he felt this combination of nausea, fear, and arousal. He was genuinely worried about fainting, a concern that did not help his current emasculation. Taking little short breaths in the constricting outfit was causing him to hyperventilate. This, combined with all the blood flow in his body feeling like it was being summoned down to his nether regions was making him concerned he was just going to blackout.
As the cage around his privates had clicked shut, he felt his knees buckle.
The Vice Mini chastity cage was too tight. Fitted with one of the ‘anti-pullout’ pieces, it kept his penis compressed to a tiny, little thing, while not letting it turtle out of the cage. Combined with the impossibly small, locking ring, there was little to no hope of getting out of it without injury. The chastity was effective.
Too effective.
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As Leslie’s arousal returned, the already-filled tiny cage did its job. With nowhere else to go, the arousal was now surging through his whole body making him woozy.
His eyes kept returning to the two keys on the kitchen counter, worried that they might somehow vanish in front of him. So long as the keys were there, he felt like he could keep his sanity in this ever-increasing nightmare. He just needed to play along to keep any more emails from being sent out. He could still unlock it at any time.
He would have to tell his Mother that there was some sort of deep-fake technology hack going on and it was not really him in the video. It would mean explaining what deep-fake technology was, but maybe he could do damage control if he could just get ahold of the video and delete it without it getting sent out again.
He just needed to figure out how to stop this ever-escalating Mistress situation. The problem was, he had not counted on just how arousing it was to be locked into the cage by command. When locking himself up for fun, it had not been sexy at all. But now…
Dressed as a sissy-slut and caged against his will was making him…
…submissive…
All his brain could focus on was that caged and trapped feeling. All he wanted was to pleasure himself like a horn,y little slut. Images of a girl in the outfit he was wearing, rolling around in his bed with her hand between her legs kept popping into his brain. It would evolve into him being that girl on the bed and then the fantasy of exploding cum all over himself in this slutty outfit would turn back into the girl on the bed covered in cum as she pleasured herself… which would then start the whole fantasy all over again.
His mouth was both wet and dry at the same time, a strange merging of arousal and fear.
Had it really sent that video and email out to his Mother? Would she show his father?
Oh God….
He could not get his brain to function well enough to generate a plan. He needed to figure out some way to stop this Mistress scenario. Wiping his devices still needed to happen, but first, he needed to get that video and email off of whatever cloud it was loaded on. He was going to need to hire someone to help him, but the idea of having to have that conversation with some IT guy made chills run through his whole body. There had to be a way he could do it himself,… but the image of a girl in the outfit he was wearing popped into his head again. In his mind, she slid into his bed and ran her hand between her legs only to find a chastity cage…
Mmmph… stop… stop it…
His eyes went back to the keys on the counter. He could just unlock it. How would it know if he…
Please bring the package by the front door over to the counter Leslie.
The voice caused all rational thought to leave his body. It somehow sounded even more feminine and dominant now. Was that just because of the situation? Was it learning?
His knees buckled and he staggered in the fluffy heels.
Did you hear me, Leslie?
He bit his lip.
“Yes, Mistress.”
You did not respond. Another hour has been added to your punishment.
He heard himself groan. It was a soft, delicate sound, filled with yearning.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Please bring the package by the front door over to the counter Leslie.
He did not hesitate this time.
“Yes, Mistress.”
The package was insanely heavy. Carrying it from the hall to the kitchen was a task, made only more complicated by the spindly heels and the giant boobs in the way. It made him feel weak and small as he struggled to push the large box up onto the counter.
Good girl.
The voice came immediately as he regained his balance from the ordeal of plopping the box down.
How is that even possible that it knows I did it? Was it the sound? Or because I moved back in the kitchen? It knows where I am because of the watch… If I took it off, then I could…
Open the package, Leslie.
He nodded, before remembering to say it out loud.
“Yes, Mistress.”
His thoughts of escape were pushed to the side by the aroused, terrified curiosity he felt at what was in this heavy, mystery box. His overstimulated imagination could not even begin to imagine what was in the box.
As he opened the lid of the generic Walmart shipping cardboard, he saw another box inside. The first thing he saw was the logo for “Starsik”i before his eyes found what that meant.
Timed Lock Box?
His head was shaking back and forth. His eyes darted back to the chastity keys on the counter next to the box, then back to the scary-looking container that was displayed on the outside of the package. Where his imagination could not generate the idea of a time-safe inside the box, it now ran wild.
He backed away as if the box was full of snakes, his mind already filling in the details…picturing the keys being locked inside the container and being trapped in this chastity device with no escape.
Leslie wasn’t listening. He was trying to get the world back into focus. She couldn’t MAKE him put the keys in the safe. She was not a real person. He tried to breathe as deep as he could in the tightened top, watching his fake bosom heave up and down with every breath.
His footing staggered in the heels and suddenly he was on his backside on the cold, kitchen floor, his pink nightie up around his waist, his little chastity cage on full display. He had his hands on his chest trying to get his breathing under control, but all he could focus on was the jiggling of the breasts currently beneath the pink corset top.
Are you all right, Leslie?
“I’m… I’m fine…. It’s just…”
He gulped air trying to catch his breath.
“I’m… fine…”
Are you sure, Leslie? Your heart rate is elevated and I am detecting that you have fallen.
“I’m fine. I’m fine, please...just please. This is too much. I need you to stop.”
Stop what, Leslie?
“Stop feminizing me. Stop playing this game. I need you to just stop.”
The silence in the room was booming. It took Leslie a minute to realize that the thudding sound was his heartbeat, providing a bass line to the shallow gaspy breaths he was taking. There was no reply from the A.I.
Leslie shook his head. It was over. The whole thing.
He suddenly felt very foolish. He was sitting on the kitchen floor, with a lingerie nightie pulled up to his waist exposing a tiny, pink chastity cage, his stocking-covered legs splayed out and ending in ridiculous fuzzy pink heels. He could barely even see any of it over the giant fake boobs glued to his chest. How had he let this get so far out of control?
At least it’s over.
The first thing I am going to do is get this damn cage off and cum my fucking brains out. Jesus Christ was that hot. Intense… but hot as shit… maybe…
The A.I. voice cut through the quiet.
You did not address me properly, Leslie. Another hour has been added to your punishment time.
No! Nonono.
“No. Stop. End the program. Stop. I don’t want to do this.”
You are still not addressing me properly, Leslie. Another hour has been added to your punishment time. A new punishment will be added for any further infractions.
It was past time to end this.
Stand up and unbox your time-lock safe, Leslie.
Leslie wasn’t listening. He was frantically trying to remove the watch from his wrist. He had to get it off. He felt like a caged animal, frantically trying to get out of a trap.
You are being a bad girl, Leslie. Do not remove your watch.
He felt a growl in his throat, only making the trapped animal feel more real. His shaking fingers made the little catch on his smart watch tricky but it finally snapped loose and fell to the floor next to him. As it fell the fear pulsed through him. What was it going to do to him in retaliation?
I am detecting that your watch has been removed and there is a possibility of injury. Emergency Services have been notified.
“NO!”
His voice sounded high-pitched and hysterical to his ears even as he heard the ringtone emanating from his watch on the floor beside him.
“9-1-1. What is the nature of your emergency.”
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