A.I. dentity - Chapter 6

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Toweling himself dry felt bizarre. His skin was so sensitive that it was almost painfully erotic. Logically, he knew that he could have just not done any of it. He had taken his watch off to shower, there was no tracking his movement. He could have turned the shower on and not done anything…not even stepped into it…

…yet…

…he was so incredibly horny.

The hair remover had been uncomfortable and left little patchy spots of hair in various places.  He was surprised at how disappointed he was by this failure. He was even more surprised that he found himself spending an extra twenty minutes carefully shaving all the patches.

He had never done this before. He had shaved his legs a couple of times. Once his chest. But never in all of his time playing his little dress-up fetish, did he go all the way with it.

It felt so deliciously naughty to have his body hairless. His legs, his chest, under his arms… From his eyebrows down he was smooth, save the bushy patch around his erection.

Please use the tube of lotion on the table, Leslie. It is important to prevent razor burns and rashes.

He heard the voice both from his watch on the counter and also echoed in the other room from the main device.

He found himself nodding, the words “yes, mistress” quietly whispered.

He knew he should stop this. This whole situation was crazy beyond the pale. And yet…

He wrapped the towel around his waist and hurried to the kitchen table to get the tube of lotion.

The slick ooze from the tube almost seems to absorb into his dry skin. It felt so erotic as he slowly rubbed his whole body down with the lotion. Why had he never done this before?

Standing there, feeling like a slick, wet seal, he suddenly felt stupid. He had done as asked and it felt weird that there was no command to follow it. Should he say that he was done?

The sudden embarrassment brought back a chunk of rational thought. He should just stop, get dressed, and take his phone and computer over to a shop to get it wiped. This had certainly gone on long enough… and he needed to get himself under control.

It doesn’t matter how erotic this is, it’s dangerous. It called my mother for Chrissake. It has all my data and credit cards. I need to put an end to this and…

Are you ready to get dressed, Leslie?

A little spurt of liquid erupted out of him into the towel and he closed his eyes. Just the thought of being ordered to dress was too irresistible, especially having seen (and touched) the clothing waiting for him. There was no resisting the urge.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Good girl. Please put your watch back on.

He realized he was making an ‘oh’ expression. The watch gave her way more ways to monitor him.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Strapping the watch onto his wrist it occurred to him that he was thinking of the AI as ‘her’. Granted it had a female voice. A VERY female voice. But it was so easy to personify it …

…her…

Good girl.

Ughnnn. Leslie shivered not wanting his body to have the physical reaction that it did to those words, spoken so elegantly and feminine in the automated voice.

Please put on the white stockings first, Leslie.

Warmth spread through Leslie’s whole body as the arousal surged, radiating out from his groin. Ordered to put on stockings. Just the idea made him weak in the knees.

“Yes, Mistress.”

His hands shook as he sorted out the six different packages of stockings that had been unpacked onto the kitchen counter from the Walmart order. His hands lingered on the black ones. He loved the look of them so much, and she wouldn’t know if he did those and not the ones she had ordered. But somehow, he could not bring himself to disobey.

He pulled out the package of white stockings.

His fingers tore through the thin cardboard sleeve holding the soft fabric. Just the feel of them in his hands was making his head swim. The package contained two sets, and he carefully laid the second set onto the counter beside the very large pile of feminine articles that had been delivered to him.

Do you need instruction on how to properly put them on?

Leslie rolled his eyes. He had worn stockings before. He had a couple of tattered pairs of them in his secret girlie stash. He had not worn them in quite some time. After the first couple of experiences with them, they faded into the back of his clothing stash. He never liked how they looked with hairy legs.

He felt his eyes rolling at the question posed to him. It was not like he was an idiot. You just pull them up your legs.

“I know how to do it, Mistress.”

Hmm.

The sound from the speakers made him pause. It was as if ‘she’ was considering what he just said. He knew that the ‘hmm’ was a stock sound his phone made sometimes when he asked it to look something up, but the considering tone it seemed to possess in this context made it seem uncannily human and dominant.

I believe you could use some instruction, Leslie. Please watch this video.

The screen of his TV flickered on and it instantly loaded YouTube.

The sudden flash and sound of the TV startled Leslie so much that his already fast-beating heart nearly leaped out of his chest.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Watch the video here.

The logo for ViennaMilano flashes with some stock background music. Leslie’s eyes snapped to the TV as images of a blonde woman preparing to put on a pair of stockings filled the screen.

Closeups of the woman removing all jewelry filled the screen. Leslie felt the already burning blush on his face grow brighter as the woman bundled the stockings up into a little donut shape before slowly sliding them up her legs. It was an obvious thing that he would never have done. Watching the woman slowly put on the garment makes his already aching mid-region throb harder.

Text flashes up on the screen.

Ensure the band is straight and even.

Watching the pretty blonde adjust her stocking tops to look neat, Leslie could not help but picture himself doing the same thing. He wanted more than anything to start putting on the soft, white stockings in his hand, but his eyes held rapt to the video, watching as the woman slowly rolled the stockings back down her legs, showing the proper way to take them back off.

He hated that he had learned something from the video. In front of him, his TV flickered back off.

Did you pay attention to the video, Leslie?

Leslie looked down at the stocking. Anything to just start putting them on.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Please put on your stockings properly, Leslie. Do not tear them. Make sure the bands are straight.

His imagination ran wild. What if she knew that he had torn them? Or if his bands were crooked. What would she do? There was no way she could know… but if she did…

His heart beating rapidly, he sat at the kitchen table and began to bundle the soft material up in his fingers.

He had worn stockings before, but nothing prepared him for the feel of the material on his smooth, hairless skin. It was almost orgasmic, causing his legs to tingle with sexual energy. The urge to go rub out an orgasm was almost irresistible. Were it not for the promise of more new clothing to wear and the slight fear of the AI voice controlling this whole scenario, he might very well have done so.

Instead, he stood up.

His legs felt amazing, yet standing up without his towel meant his little appendage bobbed left and right above his view of his legs. Nibbling his lips, he pushed the awkward appendage down between his legs, pushing his thighs together to keep the little monster hidden. Now he could look down and imagine the white-clad legs as if they belonged to the blonde model he had just watched. He felt a strange surge of pride at how good his legs looked in the stockings.

Do your stockings look good, Leslie?

He found himself nodding.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Good girl. Are you ready to continue?

Oh God, was he ready?

“Yes, Mistress.”

Please gather the following materials:

• One alcohol wipe
• One black eyeliner pencil
• Two skin-tac medical wipes
• A can of spray adhesive
• The box of Feminique

He was trying to keep track of everything the voice said as it rattled off a list too quickly to process. He had seen the medical wipes and spray adhesive. The eyeliner pencils were in a pile with all of the other makeup supplies piled on the counter. The Feminique box was a mystery, but combined with the adhesive he had a sudden feeling he knew what was in the nondescript box that was labeled Feminique.

He found a black eyeliner pencil and pulled it aside along with the wipes and adhesive spray. As his hand opened the Feminique box his eyes widened even as his suspicions were confirmed.

Two fake silicone breasts lay inside a vacuum-form packaging. They seemed huge, sitting inside of the tiny box. He reached out tentatively to touch one of them as if it were a snake rearing back to bite him. It was cold and jiggly to the touch.

Did you hear me, Leslie?

Oh. He had forgotten to respond in his eagerness to follow directions.

“Yes, Mistress.”

You failed to respond. You must always respond to a command. You will receive a new punishment once you have finished dressing in addition to the rest of your extended corner time. Further failures will escalate these punishments. Do you understand?

A new punishment? Further punishments.

The overstimulation of the fake breasts in front of him, combined with the stimulation of his stocking-clad legs and the fear of the whole situation made him feel faint. The world felt like it was swimming further and further away from him.

“Y…yes mistress.”

Good girl. Do not be afraid. Punishments are necessary to make you a better girl. Do you understand?

He nibbled his lip. This had gone too far. Way too far. The fact that the idea of being punished for disobedience was making all manner of fantasies fly through his head was beyond the point.

“Yes, Mistress.”

His voice was so soft and submissive. It felt right, somehow.

Good girl. Now please watch this instruction video.

The TV flickered back on, this time featuring a man in a blonde wig. Leslie found himself unable to blink as the instructional began to go through the steps to attach the breast forms to his chest.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Watch the video here.

Wipe your chest with the alcohol wipe. Position the breast forms and mark your chest lightly with the eyeliner pencil. Wipe the part of your chest that the form will attach to with the SkinTac medical wipe. Apply the medical adhesive to the edge of the form. Position the form and press it to your skin to allow glue to adhere to your skin. Remove the form and then let the glue dry for a couple of minutes. Attach the forms and press them firmly to your skin.

Leslie couldn’t look away.

Now it is your turn, Leslie. I am going to walk you through this step by step. Please pick up the eyeliner pencil and the first breast form.

Leslie’s hands shook. He had never done this before. Had never gone anywhere close to this far with his little crossdressing games. He knew he should stop. He knew this was too much.

His hands reached out for the items and as if his Mistress was actually in the room, he heard the voice praise him.

Good girl.

AUTHORS NOTE:  If you would like to play along at home - Here are the links to both the stockings in this story, as well as the breast forms... all available for purchase by your own AI Mistress at Walmart Online.

https://www.walmart.com/ip/Joyspun-Women-s-Opaque-Lace-Top-Thigh-Highs-2-Pack-Sizes-in-Regular-and-Plus/273174572

https://www.walmart.com/ip/Feminique-Silicone-Breast-Forms-for-Mastectomy-DD-cup-500g-Suntan/251437653