A.I. dentity - Chapter 5

This is crazy.

His hands slowly reached into one of the small packages and pulled out the device.

I am NOT going to turn this on.

He held it in his hands shaking his head. He knew he was being silly. There was nothing to be afraid of. These things were made to be safe after all.

“Once it is on, you will get a reward, Leslie.”

Oh, God, how he wanted that reward. The small pile of ultra-feminine attire still lay in a pile in the center of the table along with a few other accessories. Not to mention the large, heavy box by the door.

“Plug it in, Leslie.”

He shuddered. The soft female voice from his wrist sounded so real and stern.

He knew he should not do it. This was already out of control, but the arousal was clogging his brain. He wanted to plug it in. He wanted to try on the outfit that had been ordered for him.

He wanted to know what was in the giant, heavy box by the door.

So against all rational thought, he leaned over and plugged in the device.

A blue light appeared on the small cylinder sitting on the desk along with a little musical acknowledgement.

As he stood up, he felt nervous.

Which was silly… he could always just unplug it again.

The whole thing was silly. He could just turn off the watch, turn off his computer and then drive to a computer center to get his phone and computer reset. He was letting the fantasy play. It was making little butterflies flutter in his stomach at how real it felt, even knowing he could literally pull the plug at any time.  The ordering of stuff from his account was alarming… but it would be super easy to call and cancel the card.

There’s no harm in just playing with this a little longer… and then once I cum I can put a stop to all of this silliness.

“Device is ready for setup.”

The cylinder on the desk did not speak in the soft, stern tone of his ‘Mistress’. It was the cold, mechanical female voice forever associated with these devices.

So stupid. He would need his phone to set it up. And for what?

He picked up his phone, which still refused to acknowledge his face or his code. He smirked.  The stupid AI would have to unlock his phone for him to pair with the device she had bought. Which meant he could then go in and reset it.

“Um. “Mistress?” he said into his watch, feeling more and more stupid by the minute, “I need to unlock the …”

Behind him he heard a chime from the cylinder on the table.

“Device paired.”

He spun around. How did it…

“Please repeat after me: What is the temperature outside?”

What just happened?

What was it paired with? His phone? His computer? Something else?

“Please repeat after me: What is the temperature outside?”

He had waited too long. His mind was racing trying to figure out how this was working.

“Do what you are told Leslie.”

The command came from his wrist.

He stared at the little orange light blinking on the device.

“Please repeat after me: What is the temperature outside?”

Nibbling his lip with concern, he said the question outloud.

“What is the temperature outside?”

A short musical chime rang indicating a positive confirmation.

“Please repeat after me: Ignore the incoming call.”

“Um.. ignore the incoming call.”

Chime.

“Please repeat after me: Turn on the lights!”

“Turn on the lights…”

Chime.

“Please repeat after me: Lock the door!”

“Lock the door…”

Chime.

“Please repeat after me…”

More statements and callbacks continued. Each one had the little positive chime after it as it learned his voice. Leslie was becoming more and more irritated when finally…

“Voice recognition complete. User profile created. Hello Sissy!”

Mmph. Liquid oozed into his panties at the statement. It had just created a profile for him called ‘Sissy’ that recognized his voice.

Why is that so fucking hot? What is wrong with me. I need to stop this.

“Child lock engaged.”

He blinked.

What?

“Syncing with profile.”

Syncing with what profile?

He didn’t have an account for this system. What was it…

“Good girl, Leslie.”

The voice from the machine was no longer the cold, generic voice. It was now the same one that had been coming from his watch.

Chills ran up his spine. The difference in tone and volume made it somehow more controlling.

“Good girls get presents. Please go grab the grab bottle from the table.”

His eyes narrowed. He knew what that bottle was.  His hesitation was acknowledged.

“You should say ‘Yes, Mistress’ when told to do something Leslie. You have been taught that and warned. You will now be punished.”

The cylinder device chimed.

“Calling Mom.”

“Wait, what? No!!”

Leslie raced to the cylinder and tried to turn off the power, even as the ring tone began filling the room.

Frantically he scrambled to the ground.

…nononono….

With a sense of urgent desperation he pulled the plug on the device and the ring tone cut off.

“Bad girl, Leslie,” said the voice from his wrist.

It was followed by the ringing sound continuing on his watch. He slammed his hand over it trying to cancel. The ringing continued. He poked at the screen, but it remained dark and unresponsive.

“Hi Leslie! I’m so glad you called.”

His eyes went wide.

“Um.. hi Mom…”

“Are you doing ok? You sound weird.”

“Um, yeah… sorry just trying to… um… hook up some equipment.”

“Oh. I hope you’re not buying a whole bunch of new toys. We talked about this when we said we would pay your tuition…”

“No um… I mean… it’s something I needed for…”

“Just make sure you’re being safe, Leslie. I worry about you.”

“I know, Mom. Thanks. I just… Listen I have to go. I forgot that I… have to go do something…”

“Oh ok. So nice of you to call. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye…”

Leslie stared at the phone. He did not even know how to end the call. Thankfully he heard the click of her ending the connection on her end.

“Ten minutes added to corner time. Further disobedience will result in your documents folder being emailed being sent to your Mother.”

His brain stopped working for a moment as the voice from his watch spoke.

An email. To his Mother? His documents folder? He face paled as his brain slowly catalogued the stuff that he had in that folder. That wasn’t a punishment. That would be an explosion. He imagined his Mother scanning through the folders of images and stories he had in there.

He felt sick to his stomach.

“Plug the voice assistant back in, Leslie.”

He panicked with a squeak of a ‘Yes Mistress.”

He did not know exactly what to do. It was all moving too quickly. If he did not do as he was asked, it would send his Mother the email. But he did not want to plug the device back in. He wanted to unplug all the devices. He had to think, but there was no time because if he hesitated, it would just send the email.

Reluctantly, he knelt down and plugged the device back in. The chime sounded.

“Good girl, Leslie.”  The voice once again filled the room. He felt a tightness in his chest, like a tension of being trapped in a cage. He looked around the room, trying desperately to make his brain think of a good solution. If he unplugged everything all at once, then maybe…

“Good girls get presents. Please go grab the grab bottle from the table.”

There was the command again. There was no time and he did not dare hesitate.

“Yes Mistress.”

With a trembling hand, he picked up the blue and gray bottle on the table.

“Once you use the hair remover you will get to try on your new clothes, Leslie. Isn’t that exciting?”

His brain screamed no. His body responded with a surge of arousal. His lips responded with “Yes, Mistress.”