A.I.dentity - Chapter 4

PART FOUR

He did not know how much time had passed. It felt like hours, standing with his nose in the corner. It felt stupid. It felt ridiculously stupid. It was also arousing as hell.

As least at first.

As the embarrassment and discomfort of standing there overtook the arousal, his rational brain started to rationalize.

This is stupid. What am I doing?

But as he stepped even a fraction away from the corner, the voice from his wrist spoke.

“Do not fidget, Leslie. Be a good girl and stay in the corner.”

….and just like that the arousal was back and with it, the erotic, submissive mist in his brain that made him want to follow the order.

Each time he moved even a little, the voice would chastise him. He felt trapped. Trapped with his nose in the corner like a little boy…

…like a little girl being punished…

…by a Mistress speaking from his wrist.

He was so hard that he could feel the tip of his erection lightly touching the corner of the wall as well as his nose. He leaned as best he could towards it, trying to get a little more contact, but immediately the voice corrected him.

“Do not fidget, Leslie or you will have to stay there longer.”

He whimpered. He knew it must be tracking his movement with the watch, but it was hard not to picture this dominant Mistress voice watching him. He was uncomfortably aware of the satin panties draped around his member helping to further that submissive feminine feeling.

Lost in hazy erotic thought in the corner, the doorbell cut through the silence causing him to jump. His eyes went wide.

For a moment, he literally did not know what to do. As silly as it was, he was afraid to leave the corner without permission.

This is crazy. This is my apartment. I can do whatever I want. So why…

…why am I scared to disobey?

“Answer the door, Leslie,”  the voice from his wrist commanded. “You will resume your punishment later. You have twenty two minutes eighteen seconds left to complete.”

He felt himself groan. Somehow the exact count of punishment made it both worse and hotter.

The doorbell rang out again.

“Answer the door, Leslie. I will not tell you again without adding punishment.”

He was trying to head towards the door, but also fighting to tuck and hide away his erection in his skimpy panties and sweat pants. It was a losing battle. Not that his erection was anything to brag about. He had never been the most endowed in the world, and even now, rock hard, he was only tenting a barely-noticeable amount. Even still, the idea of opening the door while covering a raging erection made his cheeks blush bright red.

He took a deep breath and tried to think about non-erotic thoughts. He failed miserably.

Looking through the peephole, he saw the telltale blue of a Walmart employee.

What the fuck is this Walmart order?

The thought helped soften his arousal just enough. Even still he kept himself positioned mostly behind the door, as he opened it, painfully aware of how wet his panties were.

“Hey Leslie!”

Leslie’s face went through eight different expressions.

Standing in his doorway was Jackson Adams. Leslie had not seen him since high school graduation. Not that the two of them had ever been close.

Jackson had been one of those annoying overachiever, perfect people in high school.  As the lead male in every musical production, he had all the girls Leslie lusted after eating out of the palm of his hand. Tall, annoyingly attractive, and even more annoyingly talented, Jackson was also frustratingly nice.

“Jackson Adams? What are you…”

The tall man gave a sheepish grin, looking down for a moment.

“I saw your name pop up on the order and thought It might be you, Leslie.” He grinned a sheepish grin. “Yeah, this…. Just trying to get some spare cash to help with the college bills. How’s it going for you?  Still doing the computer thing?”

Leslie’s eyes widened for a moment thinking that he might mean the current AI Mistress situation, before realizing that he had just meant the college degree.

“Yeah… computers…”

Smooth, Leslie. Real smooth.

“Well, here. Got your order all put together for you. Quite the list…”

Leslie reached out for the bags that were offered.

So many bags… what the hell?

“So who’s the lucky lady?” Jackson said, smiling with a playful raise of the eyebrow.

“What?”

“Who are you dating? Anyone I know?”

“Oh… um no… no lady…I mean… I’m not dating anyone.”

“Oh.” Jackson’s face showed confusion, but he shrugged and bent over to pick up the large box next to him.

“Well, you got this too. Heavy thing…”

As Leslie took the weight of the box it nearly took the wind out of him. Jackson had picked it up like it was nothing, but it was taking all of Leslie’s strength not to let it fall to the floor.

“…thanks…”

“Sure… no problem.” Leslie winced as Jackson glanced down at the box.

Fuck.

He was uncomfortable aware that he had stepped out from behind the door to take the box. He was no longer fully erect, but by having to use both hands to hold the box, there was no real hiding anything. He was so wet, he worried it was seeping through his sweatpants. He just hoped it was unnoticeable enough.

“So, um… I need a signature…”

Leslie huffed and then struggled to put the box up onto the side table the door. As he set it down, his arms felt like jelly.

What the fuck is in that fucking box?

Jackson had the tablet and stylus offered as Leslie turned back and he took the pen mechanically, scribbling his name onto the screen.

“Done and done,” Jackson said, taking the stylus back. “Really good to see you, Leslie. I know we didn’t hang out much back then, but it is always nice to see a friendly face from the past. Let me know if you ever want to… um…”

Jackson trailed off, seeming to have lost his train of thought. Leslie smiled at him awkwardly?

“Want to what?”

Jackson just shrugged.

“..you know… grab a beer or something…”

Leslie nodded. He didn’t have many friends at the school and it would be nice to go out and have a guys night.

“Sure! Um.. anytime.”

“Great!” Jackson said, a slight laugh in his voice.

Then followed the silence of the socially awkward. It stretched on for seconds that felt like days.

“Well, it was really great to see you,” Jackson said holding out a hand, just as Leslie held out one as well. With both of them awkwardly gesturing for a handshake, it somehow turned into an awkward hug.

Leslie was not sure what had just happened. But as he found himself being hugged, he hugged back instinctively, doing the classic two tap back pat.

“Ok then… “ Jackson said stepping back. “Back to work I guess. See you around!”

“Yeah… bye!” Leslie said, his heart thumping even as he shut the door.

The embarrassment of being hugged by the man while submissively horny and wet was causing Leslie to hyperventilate. He leaned against the closed door trying to breathe. He really hoped Jackson had not noticed the state he was in. Leslie would die of embarrassment if the man thought…

Leslie shuddered. He was just so glad that his ‘Mistress’ had not spoken during the exchange.

His eyes landed on the bags that lay on the table next to the large, heavy box.

“What is this stuff?”

He had no idea what was in the bags, but the little hanger label that was sticking out of one read: Maidenform.

His eyes widened. It was a bag full of lingerie. Jackson had put together an order for him that was all girl stuff.

“Jackson Adams, class of 2019, currently enrolled in SNHU, majoring in performance. Is that correct, Leslie?”

Leslie was barely listening. He was laser focused on the label sticking out of the bag.

“Yeah, yes. That was Jackson… What is this stuff in the bag…? and what’s in the box?”

“You respond with ‘Yes, Mistress.” when you are asked a question Leslie. Ten minutes has been added to your corner time.”

He whimpered at how instinctually arousing that was. Corner time. Punishment for not calling her Mistress.

“Yes, Mistress.” He felt the words leave his mouth and bit his lip at how embarrassingly right it felt.

“Please unpack the bags and say each item as you unpack them so I can confirm proper delivery.”

“You ordered this stuff with my credit card?”

Leslie was full on panicking. How much had just been spent? Without his phone or computer, he could not check. But there seemed to be a lot of stuff in the bags. Not to mention the large, heavy box.

“When I tell you to do something you should say, “Yes, Mistress” and then do what I tell you without question, Leslie. I will not punish you this time. Next time, you will be punished.”

“…oh…”

With shaking hands, he picked up the bags and brought them to his little dining table. Each item that he pulled from the bag caused his hands to shake more and more, even as his pants began to tent again.