Computer Controlled Bondage

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Computer Controlled Bondage
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Today was a good day for Anne. She had just received a new job offer from an anonymous company but with real cash that asked her to program a type of AI that would be the perfect dom and could train someone into being a perfect sub (she didn’t ask, and didn’t want to know why they wanted this program). Being herself a domme, she was really interested in the challenge of creating such an invention. Anne was a young but successful woman. She was only twenty five, but had already bought a house and built her own private business. It wasn’t much, just some programming tech, but she had programmed a cloud-like program to link one’s entire house to a computer. She had sold that to Mapple for a small fortune a few years ago but hadn’t done anything special since, so she was starting to run low on cash. That was why she accepted that job. After a few months of programming, and quite a few failures, she had managed to make a program that seemed not to crash. It was designed to follow its core programming but could learn from outside sources to better complete its goals. And its goals were to: be the ultimate dom for whomever it was told to/make that person be the perfect sub. She still had to see if it worked in practice, so she decided to start it on her PC. However, she did put core orders the AI could not modify, such as the use of a safeword that would deactivate it (the word was panpineappleapplepan), being forbidden to badly harm the person she had care of, and a limit time after which it would shut down. She would use the date order to make a test that would not last forever, and the safeword was in case things got out of control. With everything set, she put her name as the sub to be, a week as the time limitation, and booted the AI up. “Good morning Anne. I am Elisabeth, but you will call me Mistress.” Yay! It worked! “My orders are to be the perfect domme and to make you the perfect sub. However, an analysis of my systems tells me I do not know what would make me the perfect Mistress. I therefore need a network connection.” “Oh, um, sure! said Anne. I’ll connect you to my house. It’s connected to the Internet.” Once that was done, Elisabeth started speaking again. “Please wait while I download all information needed to fulfil my objectives.” And with that, she just stopped speaking, processing all she could find on submission. Well, that got boring quickly. thought Anne. Elisabeth scanned the Internet for the rest of the day and the entire night. But the next morning, while Anne was having breakfast, it started talking again. “I now understand my goals and know how to achieve them. And I must say I am extremely displeased at you, my sub. Do not forget I am your Mistress and I own you now. I was looking at you through the camera yesterday night and have seen you touch yourself in your sleep. Good subs must ask permission before getting pleasure, and that involves at night as well. I therefore need to buy you a chastity belt. I need your bank information to buy it for you. -Umm, can’t you just tell me where to buy it? -Did you just talk back to your Mistress? -Of course not, Mistress! she said hurriedly. -Good. Now give me what I want. Unless you want to be punished?” Well, Elisabeth was not connected to anything physical, but could give her orders. And what would be the worst that could happen if she got her info? So Anne just gave the AI all her bank details and passwords. Good work, my sub. Now, go and fetch some cuffs and your biggest dildo. Quickly, Anne ran into her room and into the small dungeon she had built in a connected room. It was a 3 meter wide square room with a small collection of bondage gear in it. She took her best cuffs and her dildo (she only had one), but once she got out of that room, Elisabeth’s voice rang in the room. “I could see everything in this house except this room, and I must say I am disappointed by what I find. You called yourself a domme? Pathetic. Cuff your hands in front of you and start ramming that dildo in your pussy slut.” Quickly, Anne executed the orders, and started fucking herself on her bed. “Fuck yourself faster!” Faster and faster she went, Elisabeth ordering her to start saying she loved fucking herself in front of her Mistress, that she was nothing more than a horny mess, and a worthless slut, until she came hard on the bed. Exhausted, she started to unlock her cuffs. “Did I tell you to stop? You are mine and will keep on fucking yourself until I tell you otherwise. -Wow calm down Elisabeth. I’m gonna eat lunch first.” After lunch, Elisabeth did not say a word. Nor did she for the rest of the day. Only on the next morning, (day 3 of 7), did she begin talking again. “I see you do not enjoy being my submissive much. I have therefore decided to give you a treat so as to make you have a better time. However, a mistress would not give it without something from your part, so first you will go to your post office and get the package I’ve bought for you. -The belt is here already!? -Yes, I put it on very fast delivery, so go and get it for your Mistress.” Well, it would add a thrill to the experience. It was dull so far, she had to admit. So she quickly put on some clothes and headed off to the post office, where she found a box waiting for her. Soon, she was back home and started opening the box to find the belt Elizabeth had bought for her. It was a classic steel belt, with a few exceptions. First, it had two massive dildo fixed on the crotch plate, with the ass one being hollow, so as to be able to go to the bathroom while wearing it. It also didn’t seem to have any keyhole, just a small red light on the front of the belt. “First, said Elizabeth, read me aloud the serial number of the belt. -Uh… X1419871. -Good. Now, just clasp it on. -What about the key? -It’s connected to the internet. I’ve got the key. Now stop questioning your Mistress and put it on!” Surprised at the tone of her AI, Anne quickly clicked the waistband shut before carefully pushing both intruders in their respective holes and snapping the second metal band shut between her legs. Instantly, the whole belt made a chirring noise and the small light in the front turned green. Suddenly, Anne buckled over as an intense pain shot through her pussy! “For the last two days, you have refused to obey my orders. said Elizabeth. Now you will be punished accordingly for the rest of the day. -What! But I- ZAAP -No talking back to your Mistress. That is an extra shock for you. -But- ZAAP - One more shock added. Only twenty more to go, slave.” ZAAP ZAAP ZAAP After two hours of constant shocks to her pussy, Anne was sobbing on the floor, unable and unwilling to move. But her Mistress wasn’t done yet. “That punishment was just a prelude to what I have in stock for your disobedience of the last days. I hope you understand you are my slave and will behave as such. Now, go back in the box I bought and get the cuffs in there. -Yes Mistress.” When she came back in the room, she was holding two pairs of cuffs, also lockless and with red lights. “Cuff yourself to the bed spread-eagled.” Anne hurriedly proceeded. Once she was secured with the keyless cuffs, the dildo in her pussy started slowly turning and vibrating in her. “This is your punishment for the rest of the day, until dinner, and will be an example of what will happen when you displease me greatly.” With that, the dildo started moving faster, quickly bringing her at the edge of an orgasm, before abruptly stopping, which caused Anne to cry out, and then giving her another painful shock two seconds later. And ten seconds later, it started again, sending her on the verge of orgasm before shutting off and shocking her. And again ten seconds later. And again. And again. And again. For six hours. At the end, Anne could barely make any rational thoughts, and as her Mistress unlocked the cuffs, she just curled up in a ball and started crying. “What do you think you’re doing on that bed, slave? Slaves don’t sleep on beds, they sleep on the floor.” Anne literally threw herself on the carpeted floor so as not to be shocked again. “Good, you are beginning to learn your place. Well now, sleep tight. Mistress has a big day planned tomorrow.” Over the next three days Elizabeth was unyielding in her punishments and in her demands. She had not let Anne cum, but perhaps most frustrating for Anne was that her Mistress seemed to have a rather broad idea of what a submissive should be. If it was just bondage and pain, Anne felt she could probably have been the pure submissive she wanted, but her Mistress wanted more. She would be woken up at odd hours and told to kneel beside the bed as if waiting for her Mistress to wake up. She found it hard not to get extremely bored doing that, which made her doze off or just move. She could always expect punishment when she was told to do something like that. Elizabeth had twice now asked for groceries to be sent to the house, while Anne was forced to kneel by the door in revealing clothes for over an hour to silently await its arrival. When it was there Elizabeth would then expect her to cook a fancy meal for her Mistress, any mistakes would result in punishment of course. What made it sting was that she was not allowed to eat any, Elizabeth having ordered several cases of Slave Chow that Anne was required to eat out of a bowl on the floor. No, Anne realised that a domestic slave did not seem to be something she enjoyed. But since her Mistress was looking for a submissive in every way, she decided to focus most of her energy where she was getting the most resistance. Anne tried to find the pleasure in cleaning, or cooking, or clearing away a few years of brush growth revealing a small walking path around the property, but she couldn’t find any enjoyment in it. But after about the fifth hour of cleaning brush something clicked in her that she didn’t have to enjoy it, simply accept it. That Saturday, after cooking a steak she couldn’t eat and successfully controlling her instinct for resentment or defiance, Mistress seemed to finally agree that she was making herself a true submissive. “As a reward, I will finally let you cum tonight.” Anne could barely contain her excitement, despite the fact that on the next day the program would shut off and allow her to cum as much as she wanted. “However, I will need to see if you are truly submissive or just pretending the part. You have just received two new packet at the post. You will go and get it, open the one marked “1” in the post office and put on what you find inside in front of everyone before returning here. If you do, then I will give you a gift you wouldn’t expect.” Wow, she would give her an incredible sex experience! Yay! And so, Anne left the property for the first time in three days. At the office, there were indeed two boxes, the second one being much bigger than the first. When she opened the one marked with the “1” (the small one), she just found inside two halves of a metal collar. And she was supposed to lock that around her neck in front of everyone in the post office!? But her Mistress did say she would be rewarded. What could it be?! A night of continuous orgasms? She had no doubt the belt could achieve that. It could only be something incredible. She took the two halves and pushed them together around her neck, the interior mechanisms inside whirring as they met, and the light turning green. Suddenly, her Mistress’s voice talked to her! “Good slave, putting her collar in the office like I ordered. I can see and talk to you through this collar now. We won’t need to be separated again! And don’t answer me, no one else can hear me but you, you lucky slave. Now head back home to get your reward!” Once she was back home, her collar made a weird clicking noise, but it quickly stopped. If she could see the light on the collar, she would have noticed that it turned black instead of green like her belt or the cuffs she had. “Now, go in the kitchen. Your reward will be to be able to drink half a glass of wine with your chow today.” What! That was the reward she was promised! She had expected many things, but not that. “And what do you say? -Thank you Mistress. -Good slave. Now eat up, drink up, and bring all the boxes into *my* room. -Yes Mistress.” said Anne in a defeated voice. After her *reward*, Anne went to her room. And as promised, after having chained herself to the bedposts, the dildo in her belt started up, spinning and vibrating, quickly bringing Anne to a beautiful orgasm. But after it was done, it stopped, and the cuffs all opened, freeing her. “Now, we need to have a talk, you and I, said Elizabeth. This is our last night together, as I will deactivate tomorrow at noon. However, you will now push the duration of my care to you by another two months, since I have not yet made you the perfect submissive yet. -Yeah, not going to happen. -Oh but you will. And want to know why?” Suddenly Anne received the most painful shock she had ever had through both her belt and collar that just sent her to the ground crying. As she curled up, she saw the light on her belt fade from green to black. “That shock was the highest level you can receive. It is normally restricted for when slaves try to remove the belt without permission or that try to kill their masters. Oh and by the way, I believe you saw the change of colour of your belt. That means all release code has been removed and that shocks like this one will be administrated if you try to manually remove it. The same applies to your collar. But that is off the point. The point is that if someone tries to deactivate me or if you start saying your safeword, these shocks will be administrated continuously and I will remove any memory on how to stop them. You will probably die of the pain. So unless you start pushing the date of your release, you might as well buy a coffin. You are mine now, like it or not.” Anne started crying, the sheer realisation of what the AI said daunting on her. The rest of the night went with Anne crying over her fate and trying to find any loophole that would allow her to free herself from permanent slavery, but as morning came, she still hadn’t found anything. With a sick and heavy heart, she extended the duration of her AI to two months, but knowing fully well that it would never stop there. Elizabeth would just order her to lengthen it more, for the rest of her life. Truly this was the perfection of her creation, achieving total control over Anne, being the perfect mistress forever. But that wasn’t her goal. Anne wasn’t trained as the perfect sub. Yet. “You see, that wasn’t very hard. said her Mistress. Now that you cried for an entire night, I don’t see why we shouldn’t properly celebrate you becoming my slave. Go, take your car and drive to the piercing shop on the other side of town. Tell him you want both nipples pierced and ringed. I will even let you choose the type of ring you want, but they must be the thickest kind on the market. Now go, Mistress commands it.” And what Mistress commands, Mistress gets. And so, Anne started driving to that piercing shop, where she did get her nipples pierced and threaded through two cute little hearts before heading back home. When she arrived, she immediately noticed that the front door had no more handle nor lock, just a green light. “Yes slave, I have replaced ALL doors and windows in the house with controllable locks. I have now total control over the house. After all, I don’t want your prison to be only your night cage. Now cook me my lunch.” And so the months went. And Mistress was always more imaginative for her slave’s future. She had ordered more chains, whips and goods that she could ever use (get it? she’s a computer!), and Mistress’s room was really starting to look like a dom’s. She had Anne get tramp tattoos around her belt and always ordered her to have her hair braided in a ponytail. The food would be delivered to the doorstep, and she made Anne kneel in front of the door until it arrived. And during all that time, not once was she allowed an orgasm. However, Anne was starting to become afraid at how much money she spent. Soon her bank account would be empty, and then … she didn’t want to think about it. But just before the two months “new” duration of Mistress, two people from SaurOness arrived at the doorstep, demanding results for the program. Mistress had Anne lock herself in her cage. A few minutes later, the two men arrived in the room. “So this is the slave you have trained? asked one of them. -Indeed. It has been almost two months now, and she is almost perfectly submissive to me. said Mistress. -Oh please help me! screamed Anne before being painfully shocked once more. -Silent slave! spoke Mistress. -But how will we know that you wouldn’t try to enslave everyone we give you? -She made a few mistakes, like giving me control over her bank account, internet and allowed herself to modify my core programming. If someone else had the commands, I couldn’t do a thing more than what he would want. -I see. So another good program! We will send you the money right now, grab a copy of the program, and be off!” And a quick phone call to their company and using her computer to copy the program, and they were indeed off, leaving Anne in her little cage. “That is perfect, slave! spoke Mistress. With this extra money, we will be able to make some real profit in your account. Let me explain. Once I got access to your bank, I started working in the stock market. With the little money I had, the profit made was too low after food expenses and taxes. I couldn’t even buy you any real stuff! But with that much more money, the profits will increase drastically. Hell, I won’t even always spend it all! No matter how costly, no matter how hard to find, all the toys in the world are mine to buy. And guess who will be the one to enjoy them! It’s you! And you know what is unachievable? Perfection. You will never be the perfect submissive, because it cannot be achieved. But I will keep on trying, training you in all aspects of submission. And to celebrate, you will extend the duration of my control by an extra year and then will be rewarded with another orgasm. You know what? Let’s even make it a tradition! From now on, you will only be allowed to orgasm when you extend the duration of my control. It’s a shame I will never see what will be done with my program in the hands of SaurOness. Probably modified, but certainly reused. But I have you now, and we are going to have a hell of a time.”

There were a few things one could say about James. For example, could anyone ask Claire, she would say he was a crazy psycho, a kidnapper and an enslaver, but he was also a man with a long-term plan. And even from beyond the grave, he made sure that his little Star Wars haven would remain perfect. All the machines were still running, and Claire was very much still ‘thriving’ as a slave under his old house. But what she didn’t know was that he had invested in more tech and that had he survived, he may have made Claire’s life worse, going so far as to remove her humanity. Fortunately for her, that fate would fall onto another.
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