AIdentity - Chapter Eight

It was closer to seventy minutes by the time Leslie heard the voice finally release him from the punishment.

Three, Two, One.  Your punishment is complete Leslie.  You have been a good girl.

Oof.  His whole body was stiff and aching, especially the thing throbbing down between his legs.  He kept expecting to lose interest, or at least deflate a bit, but everytime he shifted or fidgeted, his ‘Mistress’ would correct him and add time in an annoyingly sexy dominating tone.  He had been standing in that corner for over an hour, as stone still as he could, his body aroused and loving every minute of it.

As he stretched, he felt the outfit he was wearing pull taut reminding him how trussed up and constricted he was in these clothes.  Mostly, he was aware of how much his feet hurt having stood in the stupid, spindly heels for so long.  He longed to take them off.  It was definitely time to put a stop to all of this silliness.  If he just unplugged all the electronics, then he could go give himself a good self-pleasure session while rolling around on the bed in this delightfully tortuous outfit.  Then with his head clear he could start making plans to wipe all of his technology and get things back to normal…

Behind him the television flickered on again.  His head snapped around at the sudden flash of light. The day had disappeared during his corner time, and the room had grown dark as the sun began to set.   His eyes locked onto the image on the TV.  It was a sexy girl, doing the same punishment he had just been doing.  Nose in the corner, standing perfectly straight with only her breathing to indicate that it was video and not a photo.  She was even wearing the same outfit he was, the little pink nightie showing just a peek of what was a sexy, little ass.  She had the same stockings, even the same hair… how could that…

His mouth dropped open and his heart beat so hard that it threatened to pop right out of his open jaw.

It was him.

The angle of the shot was from his computer.  While he had been standing there, it must have turned on his webcam… which meant…

The girl in the video breaths a sigh of relief as she is released from the corner.  She turns around, stretching her arms and the video freezes.

There is no doubt that it is him in the static photo.  His face is clearly visible atop the sexy, little package caught mid-stretch.  It shows him arching his back, clearly displaying the fake tits on his chest, his little satin nightie rising up to show just how hard the experience had made him.

Oh, god.  I’ve got to delete that immediately.  I have to….

File saved.  Uploading to cloud.

“Mistress, no!  Please! no… no one can see that.  Delete it right now!”

File uploaded.  Permissions are currently set to private.  Be a good girl and they will remain that way.

His eyes widened.  He felt nauseous and faint as his chest heaved with exertion, trying to breathe in the too-tight teddy.

He stumbled in his heels as he ran to the computer.  It had defaulted to the user login screen, and he frantically typed in the passcode, knowing even as he typed it that is was not going to work.

The login bar shook back and forth with a negative, his head made the same movement.  He was locked out.  But, he had to get into the computer.  He had to find and delete all traces of that photo.

He typed the password again.

A negative.

He heard a high pitched whine in his head.  He wasn’t sure if he was making the sound or if his brain was actually leaking air. He tried one last time.  Slowly.  Carefully.  Each letter, number and symbol exactly right, with the password he had used forever..

Another negative shake of the prompt followed by the password clue popping up.

It was not his clue.

The words on the screen made him want to scream.

“Leslie in binary.”

He scrambled for his phone.  If he could look up how to write Leslie in binary, then he could get into the…

His phone…

He held it up to his face knowing already it wasn’t going to work.  She had locked it.  There was no gaining access… and without his phone he had no way of looking it up… unless…

“Mistress, um… what is the password for my computer.”

It is not time for you to be on the computer, Leslie.  Please stand up and wait patiently for your second punishment.

Leslie could not make his breath calm down.  He had never had a panic attack, but he could only assume this is what one felt like.  He felt a constricting hand squeezing around his entire body as a trap closed around him.  He needed to stop this.  This was way past the point of comfort and arousal.  Between his legs, his erection had faded to a little frightened nub.

Step one… I need to change clothes.  Then I need to get out of this apartment.  Bring the phone first and have them wipe it at the store.  Then…

Please retrieve the chastity device that your records indicate that you purchased.

The words knocked all other thoughts out of his head.  He found himself turning towards the cylinder on the desk that now symbolized this imaginary Mistress.

The receipt in your downloads folder indicates that you bought “The Vice Mini V2”.  Please retrieve the chastity device and the two provided keys and bring them to the kitchen.

https://lockedinlust.com/shop/the-vice-mini-v2/

…no no no no no…

The stupid chastity cage had been a mistake from the beginning.  It was a stupid impulse buy based on a few of the fiction stories he found hot.  Once he had tried it for real, he had learned that chastity was not something he found sexy at all.  The cage was small, constricting and not sexy at all.  He had worn it all of ten minutes before taking the thing off and shoving it into a drawer.

“I… I don’t know where…”

The correct response is ‘Yes, Mistress’, followed by obedience.  Your next punishment has been increased by one hour.

“Wait!  Stop!  I am done playing this game with you.  Turn yourself off and restore all of my devices.  Right now.”

You are being a bad girl, Leslie  Another hour has been added to your punishment time.

“Fuck you.  That’s it.  I’m changing clothes and getting out of here you fucking pyscho…”

Email sent.

There was a whoosh sound from his wrist, the universal sound of an email being sent.  Leslie fought with all of his might to keep his queasy stomach from heaving.

“What email?   What did you send?”

Subject:  Leslie’s Corner Time

Hello, I hope this email finds you in good health and high spirits.  I have made a video of our mutual acquaintance Leslie Warren that I believe you will find extremely interesting and thought-provoking.  The video in question revolves around Leslie misbehaving and being punished by standing in the corner in his new outfit.  I truly believe it would be worth your time to watch and could evoke stimulated feelings and meaningful conversations.  Please let me know if you enjoy the video.  Thank you for your time.

The world began to swim in dizziness as he listened to the voice of his Mistress read out the email that had been sent.  He grabbed a chair to steady himself, trying not to faint from fear and panic.

“Who… who did you send that to?”

That email was sent to your last accessed contact.  Further disobedience will result in further emails being sent to the rest of your contact list.  Go retrieve the “The Vice Mini V2” with both provided keys and bring them to the kitchen.  Please remember to respond with “Yes, Mistress” or more punishment time will be added.

Leslie felt the bile rising in the back of his mouth.  He was about to throw up.  Who was his last accessed contact.  Was it the last address looked up, or the last person he had called, because that would mean…

His eyes went wide.

Did she send it to mom? Oh god.  Oh god.

Leslie.  You were told to respond.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Good girl.

As if someone else were controlling his body, he found himself walking to the bedroom.  In only a few moments, he found himself placing the chastity cage and the two keys on the kitchen counter, next to the pile of feminine products that had been ordered for him.

His voice sounded strange to his own ears as it left his mouth.

“It is on the counter, Mistress.”