A.I.dentity - Chapter 3

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Another warm up writing exercise.  Another escalation.  Remember that you can read the whole story by following the A.I.dentity tag.

PART THREE

“What the fuck!?!”

He typed his administrator password into the setting window again.

Again it was rejected.

“Time for your punishment, Leslie. Are you ready?”

The words still sat on the screen behind the settings menu.

This is fucking madness.  I’m locked out of my own computer.

He made himself take a breath. He was letting the fantasy of the Mistress scenario confuse this whole password situation.

I’m just being ridiculous. There’s no way this program locked me out of my phone and computer…

His eyes drifted back up to the AI Bot question.

“Time for your punishment, Leslie. Are you ready?”

There were three little dots under it, and he held his breath as he waited for the generated text to appear.

“Answer me Leslie. Are you ready?”

He couldn’t help himself. His fingers were typing before his rational brain could even register it.

“Did you lock my phone?”

The three little dots appeared instantly.

“Only very good girls get to use phones, Leslie. And you have been a bad girl.”

As he read the words, Leslie grew hard as a rock. His heart was beating a million miles a second, his breath was short, and he felt himself leak into his panties. He knew he had to stop this… but the sub part of his brain wanted to play.

He shook it off.

“Stop. Change persona.”

“Who do you want me to be?”

“Someone who can unlock my phone!”

He typed it furiously, feeling frustration and anger pushing out of his fingers.

“I can do that.”

He breathed out, only just realizing he had been holding his breath.

He smiled as he typed now.

“Unlock my phone.”

“I will unlock your phone when you prove that you are a good girl.”

He bit his lip so hard it hurt.

“I told you to change persona.”

Three dots.

“I did change my persona. I am now a Mistress security expert that will unlock your phone, once you have earned it.”

He heard a whimpering sound that must be coming out of him. It was adding to the persona, not changing it.

God his submissive personality loved this. His male side, though…

“I am done.  Unlock my phone and computer now and I don’t want to read one more sentence from you about being a Mistress.”

Three dots and then…

Nothing. No words.

He stared at the screen.

Did I break it?

“Unlock my phone.”

He typed the words again.

Three animated dots appeared for a second but then nothing followed.

“Hello?”

He had just hit the enter key on his latest prompt, when the voice cut through the room.

“Are you ready for your punishment Leslie?”

The voice coming out of his watch made him gasp in shock. The sound cut through the quiet of the apartment. It was the handsfree voice that he always used:  American Female Soft. He liked it because it had a sexy undertone that was almost a whisper at times.

He realized his right hand had automatically covered the watch as if trying to cancel a phone call.

As he removed his hand, he shook his head.

This can’t be happening.

“Answer me, Leslie.”

It was disconcerting to hear the voice coming from his wrist… the soft, whispered female voice, telling him what to do.

“Yes?” His voice was a squeak, as if he had never used it before.

“Good girl. Stand up, please.”

“What?” He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice work properly.

“Stand up!”

The whispered voice on his watch somehow sounded perturbed. He had never heard it sound that way before.

As he slowly stood to his feet from the computer chair, he realized how shaky his legs were from nerves.

“Good girl.”

He felt his face blush. It knew that he had stood up.

How did it know that I…

“Go to the corner of the room.”

His mouth dropped open.

“I don’t think…”

“Good girls do not think, Leslie. Go to the corner of the room.”

He did.

As he walked to the corner of the main room of his apartment, it felt like his rock hard erection was literally pointing the way for him. Standing in the corner of his room, he turned around feeling extremely silly. How would it even know if he…

“Good girl, Leslie.”

His breath caught. It had to be a trick. There was no way that it could know he had moved to the corner of the room.

“Press your nose to the corner, Leslie.”

His face paled and his heart beat as he heard the words from his wrist.

“Um, this is not…”

“The appropriate response of a good girl is ‘Yes, Mistress.’”

He tried again.

“This is not…”

“You are being a bad girl, Leslie. A bad girl will need to be punished more.”

He could not find any more words.

“Do you want to be punished more, Leslie?”

He felt helpless. He felt small. He felt so incredibly horny that it hurt.

“No Mistress.”

“Put your nose in the corner.”

He nibbled his lip and felt the sub-state fill his aroused brain.

“Yes, Mistress.”

His nose touched the corner, the cold wall sending a chill into his spine.

“Good girl. You will hold in that position for the next sixty minutes.”

“Mistress, I…”

“If you argue another punishment will follow.”

He closed his eyes, feeling the humiliating arousal of submissiveness.

“Yes Mistress.”

He was so hard his erection was touching the corner too.

He let his mind go, reveling in the loss of control and of actually being punished. His mind went all manner of places. Into the dark fantasies that he had of being well and truly captured.

Time passed and with it an increasing awareness of the discomfort and the embarrassment of letting this fantasy get out of hand. His brain was working overtime as the arousal began to slowly fade.

It was all a trick.

My watch.

He knew that was part of it.  It knew he stood up because the watch tracked his standing throughout the day. It knew that he had moved because of the watch as well. When he stopped moving, it probably assumed he was in the corner. It was all quite clever, but at the end of the day, it was still just a stupid bot. He was being ridiculous standing here in the corner. All he had to do was…

“Stop fidgeting, Leslie. A good girl stands still and takes her punishment.”

… and just like that… the arousal was back…

…and with it, the submissive state that ensured he would stand in the corner obediently the whole time.