A.I. Dentity - Chapter 1

So the poll has ended and it appears the majority wanted to see a sissy vs. machine story.

Here is the first part.   Enjoy!

REMINDER:  This is just me writing smut with no redeeming thought, forward planning or direction.  It is literally a writing exercise to warm up and get the brain going.  I always welcome feedback.  This will be posted to the site once it is back (provided it turns out well enough).

PART ONE

Leslie squirmed in his frilly pink panties.

He stared at the prompt blinking on his screen.

“Who do you want me to be?”

He was not new to playing with chatbots, but they were all so tame due to their adult content restrictions. This new one gave him hope though.

AIdentity. A new Artificial Intelligence that took on a persona that you gave it and responded to you as that person.

Most importantly, this one did not seem to have the puritanical filters built into it… which meant…

His fingers flew across the keyboard.

“A dominant mistress.”

As Leslie pushed the enter button on his prompt, he nibbled his lower lip. Try as he might, he was struggling to keep his expectations in check.

“I can do that.”

Leslie sighed.

Not great so far.

He watched the three little dots as the software processed the new persona.

“Tell me your name.”

Despite himself, Leslie felt himself twitch in his panties.

Am I really that submissive that just a simple command like that, no matter how fake, can make me horny?

He chuckled at himself even as he typed his name into the prompt box.

“Very good, Leslie. It is good when you do what you are told.”

He felt himself twitch down below again.

This might have potential.

“Are you a good boy or a good girl?”

Oh.

He nibbled his lip again as his fingers typed it automatically.

“Good girl, Leslie. What are you wearing?”

Leslie could literally feel himself blush. It was a question asked of girls.

His fingers typed.

“Pink panties.”

He did not mention the less than feminine t-shirt, sweatpants or tube socks.

“I bet you look cute in them, Leslie.”

Twitch. Leslie felt himself smile. Finally, a chatbot that could talk to him the way he wanted.  He found himself already typing ‘thank you’ into the response prompt.

“You may call me Mistress.”

Mmph. Yes. Exactly what he wanted.

He typed in the words, ‘Yes Mistress.”, his smile widening. The pop up window caused his smile to fade.

Mistress is requesting access to your documents and downloads folders.

He clicked ‘no.’.

“Bad girl, Leslie. I need to learn more about you to be a better Mistress.”

His little brain down below squirted into his panties, even as his main brain saw the pop up return.

Mistress is requesting access to your documents and downloads folders.

He rationalized.

There was nothing in either folder that was overly telling or incriminating. A few folders of Tumblr photos, a couple of Sissy stories from his favorite sites, a few of his favorite Sissy Hypnosis videos… Nothing that tied anything to his real identity. And with the VPN he felt fairly confident there was no danger.

His primary brain still resisted, but it was not completely in control at the moment.

He clicked the accept button.

“Good girl, Leslie.”

Why was it that just the positive affirmation words caused him to get rock hard.

“But you have been a naughty girl, Leslie.”

He blushed. He knew it was true. The photos were all various forms of damsel in distress concepts. Bondage… spankings… girls being bent over… knelt down… he liked photos where the girl had submissive eyes, begging to be used and abused.

And the stories…

…the stories were all about sissies losing control and becoming helpless. Controlled and captured by dominant and powerful women.

“Is this the kind of girl you are, Leslie?”

One of the images from his folder followed the line of text. It showed a beautiful girl in pink panties, kneeling down. Around her neck was a collar with a leash. She held it out towards the camera, her eyes begging for someone to take it.

He squirmed looking at it.

He wished more than anything that he could look and feel like that. To give someone that kind of control just for a little while.

He found himself typing.

“Yes, please.”

“Yes, please what?”

He smiled.

“Yes, please, Mistress.”

“Good girl.”

He couldn’t stop smiling. He had finally found an AI chat program to do what he wanted. It seemed almost too good to be true.

“You must always call me Mistress, Leslie. Always.”

He responded with no hesitation.

“Always, Mistress.”

“Good girl. Do you like being a good girl?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Then why did you lie to me?”

His brow furrowed.

“When did I lie Mistress?”

He watched the three dots blink as the AI wrote the response.

“You said you were a good girl. But you are not a girl, are you Leslie?”

Oh.

He was so hard in his panties he felt like bursting.

“No Mistress.”

“So why did you lie to me? Do you want to be a girl?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“A good girl?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Very well, Leslie. I will make you a good girl.”

Despite his raging erection leading his responses, a nagging thought tickled his real brain.

“Mistress, how did you know I was not a real girl?”

The three little processing dots appeared and he waited. There was no text, just an image.

An image of a receipt.

A receipt for his new chastity cage.

His heart began to beat. He had forgotten that was in his downloads folder.

“Leslie Warren. Apartment #2170, Long Branch, NH 03103”

His face paled.

“Age 21. Male. Born in New Mexico. Currently enrolled in SNHU.”

Oh God.

That was not on the receipt. The AI had cross referenced his address with public records.

“You lied to me Leslie. You will need to be punished.”

Leslie felt faint. He felt stupid. He felt… hornier than he had ever been in his life.