Lucy

       I stirred awake on the bus arriving into the central bus station of my city.  My recovery in and journey back from Japan had been pretty uneventful but uncomfortable; areas all over my body were feeling sore, tender and tight.  I worked my way to a taxi and after twenty minutes or so, I arrived outside my house on the outskirts.  I hesitated at the gate, knowing what was programmed to happen when I passed through the front door, before regaining my composure and heading in.

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2 - Coming Home

       I walked into the front hall and closed the door behind me.  There was a click from within the wood.  So this was definitely happening... the various sensors operated by the computer in the basement had detected my presence, scanned the implanted electronics in my body and reported that I was home.  The program had started.  A screen on the wall of the hall (I’d installed at least one in each room of the house) flickered out of sleep and I was met with a live image of myself.  My ample breasts looked pretty amazing in my pink sweater, and I stood admiring myself.  Really I was distracting myself from what I knew was coming, and sure enough, typed words began to appear along the bottom of the image.

welcome home, slut.

command: strip naked.

command: kneel, hands behind head.

       I knew what the repercussions would be if I didn’t comply (I wrote them, after all).  I was in my own house, I had no trouble peeling my travel clothes off and throwing them to one side.  Before long, I was looking pretty good on the monitor on the wall, my tight body now mostly recovered from the various surgeries I’d undergone.  I wasted no time lowering myself to the floor, kneeling down and interlocking my hands behind my head.  This was turning me on, I felt the familiar flushes I used to get in self bondage, my breathing started to quicken, and an instant later I felt an electric jolt in both of my nipples.  It wasn’t much, probably the same feeling as a static shock, but the surprise of it drew a squeal from my mouth.  This was the system telling me off for some misdemeanor, so I looked up from my flinch at the screen;

fault: legs not spread far enough.

command: kneel, hands behind head.

       I scolded myself under my breath - I was really feeling horny when I programmed the computer with it’s positions, and I dreaded how far I’d pushed the others.  I quickly shuffled my knees apart, forming a right angle from my legs and pulling myself up straight, pushing my breasts outward as I recalled the checks that would be being performed on me.  I tinkling little chime was played to indicate that the commands had been fulfilled and I held my position; a rule I had agreed with my controller was that position commands should be held as long as no contradictory orders were given. 

       I waited and waited for more text to appear on-screen, worrying that after so short a time the program might have run into some unforeseen bug.  My knees began to get sore, and my thighs started to quiver from the exertion of holding them so far separated, and a need for the toilet after my international journey.  I was getting cold, my nipples had turned hard and I was shivering slightly.  After an amount of time which must have been designed to test me, I got my next orders.

discarded items identified at: hallway, floor

command: remove all discarded items to container: casual clothing

beginning ‘welcome home’ routine:

command: retrieve all available items from container: toy box

       I gulped: it was beginning.  I didn’t want another reminder shock, though, so I hurriedly collected up my clothes from the floor and set off to my bedroom.  Halfway there, I began to hear a quiet beep coming from all the screens around the house, initially one a second, but speeding up.  I began to sprint to the bedroom, recognising this as the alert that my time was about to run out for completing the current command.  Just as I was passing through the doorway to my room, I ran out of time; the beeps merged to a single drone and I was brought to my knees with a scream and a flash of pain, many times stronger than the last, right on my clit.  I scattered the clothes everywhere as I fell, and threw both my hands to my clit out of instinct. I had a mental jolt as my fingers made no impact on the pain, and in fact were not felt at all.  The pain and this stark reminder of my modifications brought me to tears, but soon I heard the beeps start up again, so I pulled myself to to my feet and took the clothes over to a large trunk with a flashing green light on the clasp.  There were others, but currently they were all displaying solid red lights.  I deposited the clothes, and once the trunk closed I heard another of the already too-familiar internal clicks, and the light went red.

       Remembering my other command, I headed to a large solid wood wardrobe also in my room; this was designated ‘the toy box’.  Inside I found a huge array of small drawers, each with another small light shining just above the pull.  Almost all were solid red but a few were flashing green, signifying that these draws were unlocked.  I took the contents of each, and in turn they locked behind me, turning the entire drawer-face red.  I held in my hands a large black rubber butt plug, fat and heavy, and a shining red ball gag held inside a black leather harness.

command: insert gag

command: insert plug

command: the time is 23:48, time for bed

       I whimpered - one thing I knew for certain was that the computer didn’t mean my real bed when it said ‘bed’.  Not the beautiful, king-sized bed sitting proudly in my bedroom just a few metres away.  That was not my bed anymore.  My bed was downstairs, in the lair of the beast, the basement.

       Before I headed down, I had some other orders to take care of.  I quickly fastened the gag into my mouth, my teeth and lips spreading already uncomfortably wide, and pulled the straps tight (the controller had a number of ways of checking details like this - they were after all one of its primary concerns).  Next I steadied my breathing and headed downstairs to the basement, taking the butt plug with me.  I glimpsed the computer against one cold wall, but hurried over to another area where I knew there was a dispenser of something that would help me with the plug.  I tried the button, and a steady stream of lube trickled out of a spout.  I ran the plug under it, not wanting to take any chances, before the stream stopped and I walked to an open spot in the room.  Kneeling down, I let my upper half fall to the ground so that I could start to ease the plug into my ass.  The cold tip touched me and I gasped - I had not lost feeling there - and I pressed it further, biting the gag against the sensation that it caused.  The plug felt too big, and I physically couldn’t take it in any further.  Just as I started to panic, the beeping started again and I tried desperately to push the plug deeper into my ass, forcing it with both hands and bringing tears to my eyes with the pain.  The beeping got faster and faster, and I threw myself into a sitting position, ramming the plug up inside me, to fill and stuff my asshole more than  I’d felt before.  I screamed into the gag and began squirming around, focussing my will on not taking it straight back out again.

       The beeping had stopped, and the controller was waiting for me to fulfill my next command; ‘time for bed’.  So, it had decided to start welcoming me back tomorrow, after a gentle night’s sleep... I cast my tear-streaked eyes around the basement properly for the first time since returning.  The place was kitted out like a dungeon, there was almost ludicrous-looking furniture all over the place; benches, steel, tables and chains were everywhere.  As was the theme, there was a light somewhere near each one, and I scanned for the green one; whatever it was was to be my ‘bed’ tonight.  My heart sank; in one corner of the room there were two boxes; one, an open cage of metal, and another, opaque metal safe of a thing with an innocuous green light flashing above it.  The computer was really trying to break me in...  I struggled to motivate myself to straighten up from the floor and go to my bed.  it was around two and a half or three feet in every dimension on the inside.  As I walked towards the box, the huge toy in my ass began to pulse with a mild vibration and shock.  This was one of the worst beds in the place; I was being put through a night of hell by my master, and the thought terrified me and made me hornier than I ever imagined; this was an even more intense feeling than I thought I would have all those months back when I was putting everything together.  As I stood, transfixed with fear, staring at the box, my ass began to get stronger and stronger pulses, getting too painful to bear.  I was forced, teary, into my night storage.

       I knew what was desired of me.  I crawled backwards into the box, ending up in a kneeling position, facing out of the large swung door of my safe.  I aligned my calves with the two edges of the box and strapped them down tight with the leather fixtures that were there waiting.  For the second time tonight my legs were spread painfully wide, and this feeling wasn’t going away soon... As I looked out of my night’s prison, I slipped my hands behind me, trying to do it before I noticed, and pushed them into two recesses sitting next to each other high up in the back face of the safe.  Instantly I felt my hands fastened inside the holes; clamped back into the wall.  At the same time, the straps around my legs tightened even more and I wailed through the gag.  I heard motors and the door began to swing shut, the lights in the room switching off at the same time.  In the darkness, I heard the door thud shut and lock with a heavy clunk.

       I was trapped, held painfully tightly and securely in my tiny, claustrophobic world.  I still really needed to go to the toilet and I was starving hungry, cold and exhausted.  After an unknowable length of time passed, the butt plug sprang to life, tormenting me with a severity I hadn’t counted on.  It would shock the hell out of me, bringing loud screams from my lips as I writhed against my bondage.  My nipples joined in some time through the night, and after what felt like hours I was driven crazy with the sexual torment of it all, thrashing around in the safe.  I blacked out, not that it made much difference in there, and went to sleep in my bed for the first time in my new life.