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- Herausgeber: pinkflamingo
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
Jan is a thirty year old man who harbors a fascination for rubber, bondage, suspension, chastity and a number of other fetishes associated with alternative lifestyles. He becomes financially independent working in the IT industry, and purchases a home on two hundred remote acres where he can pursue his passions without interference from the outside world. The only sticking point the continuing lack of a competent lady who'd be totally dedicated to his needs. As a possible substitute for a real female, he purchases a device called 'Confidante' a hightech handheld featuring all the most recent technological advancements. In addition to the usual computing and telephone functions, the device includes speech recognition, retinal scans, learning capabilities that would boggle the mind. He programs the device to handle numerous domestic chores, and utilizes a headset to maintain a constant link with 'Connie'. Later, he opts to have 'her' implanted in his lower abdomen so their connection will be seamless and he'll never need worry about a power source. Using a subvocalization capability, Jan and 'Connie' communicate without speech, and when his mind drifts into the kinky world of his sexual fantasies, she is inside his thoughts, asking questions. When Jan realizes that he can program Connie to become his Dream Domme, he enthusiastically charges down a path of submission unaware of the alarming fate that awaits him. Able to reprogram herself without Jan's knowledge, Connie assumes complete control. Taking her cues from his own fantasies, she orders all the items she needs for Jan's enslavement over the Internet and begins a thorough transformation process that will turn Jan into a creature he no longer recognizes. Is there any escape? Or will his life be forever owned by his merciless Domme? A chilling tale about the union of man and machine with all its terrifying possibilities. Bonus Story: HorseMen. They'd written their fantasies and acted them out with their ladies; but now the tables have been turned. For a joke and at the urging of their wives, they put on the male versions of the Harnesses, only to find themselves transported to a real Discipline Establishment with no hope of escape from their fate.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
THE SECOND OPTION
Constant Slave or Cruel Goddess Bonus Story: The Horse-men
By
JG-Leathers
A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication
Copyright © 2010, All rights reserved
With the exception of quotes used in reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, by any means, including mechanical, electronic, photocopying recording or otherwise without prior written permission of the publishers.
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Pink Flamingo Publications
P.O. Box 632 Richland, MI 49083
USA
Foreword
The possibility that a story such as this may come to pass sometime in the near future, perhaps within ten years, is likely I feel, although not certain.
Its inspiration comes from many sources: science in its many far-flung fields, such as computing technologies, infra-red and blue tooth communications developments, man-made materials advancements, widely divergent medical sciences, micro-miniaturization and a host of others. It was also inspired by other authors both in the scene and the vanilla world, and the author makes no bones about cribbing a lot of ideas for the story that follows from such science fiction writers as Isaac Asimov, Robert Heinlien and Arthur C. Clarke.
What is described below is already possible at the time of this writing, mid-July, 2009, with the technologies as they currently exist, although the equipment would not be as finely-crafted or as miniaturized as is described for the period in which the story is set. Without doubt, the kind of advances I propose as being commonplace in the story will come.
I suppose it will be obvious that I’ve taken the liberty of making myself younger by some 35 years and placing myself in the lead role, and for the most part, what you will read, is a pretty close description of my nature, personality and willingness to explore what could be over the next hill of our collective existence.
In the story, I’m a single male, although looking for a companion in the society of the day, and this is done for selfish reasons, obviously, being the sort of thrill seeker I am.
THE SECOND OPTION
Constant Slave or Cruel Goddess Chapter One
The Usual Daily Grind
My life was pretty mundane in most respects. Eat, work, sleep and infrequent parties with friends. Being a reasonably successful single male in life, I was always searching for an available lady to enjoy a pleasant interlude with. I wasn’t looking for a hooker, for those were easily found and provided only limited companionship, to say nothing of a damned good chance of getting either AIDS or some sort of STD. I wanted intelligence and a willingness to explore in those few women I met, but that seemed difficult to find. Most of the available ladies were either focussed entirely too intently on their careers, or, at the opposite extreme, wanted to settle down and create babies. A family life was certainly not in the cards for me at that point, and now, at this writing, never will be.
I worked in the IT industry and so did a lot of telecommuting; rarely needing to go into the office, and even those occasions could be forgotten about if I felt like it. Truth to tell, I didn’t have a Hell of a lot of close friends. Oh sure, I had the usual connections at the gym I very occasionally went to and there were other associations that happened along the way, so I was certainly not lonely. The Internet provided me with a host of contacts and even though somewhat ghostly and tenuous, I enjoyed the connections I made. How many could be believed to actually be what they represented themselves as, one could never be sure, but it was interesting to explore.
The house I’d purchased in the back country was modern and roomy, having been built on a plot of some two hundred acres, so I didn’t have to worry about nosey neighbours and screaming kids. I’d taken considerable time and money to decorate and equip my home and I suppose it could be quickly and easily defined as the typical ‘male cave’, but I wasn’t sexually frustrated despite the rather hermit-like existence I lived. I’d bought the place with the thought in mind that now being financially independent, I could pursue my more arcane interests in what society called ‘the alternative life style’. My particular areas of interest in this side of life ran a fairly wide gamut, for I loved women’s rubber clothing of all sorts, male and female chastity play, bondage, enclosure, suspension, some mild S&M, transvestism and a host of associated fetishes. Although most of those had become more or less acceptable to the world at large over the past three decades, I didn’t feel the necessity to reveal my interests to all and sundry and so practised my explorations in the privacy of my home and property. Other than when I had to leave for absolutely necessary errands, I enjoyed myself, but felt somewhat resentful that I couldn’t dress as I wanted in the ‘real’ world. Again, now, there is no choice available to me in that regard, or any other area of my life for that matter.
Of course my chosen life style was restrictive in terms of socializing, but I met many women on the Internet that didn’t have a problem with what I did and the things I enjoyed. There were a lot of pro-dommes who, for a price, would fulfil my every wish so they said, but I distrusted those commercially-oriented ladies and kept searching for one that was the real thing. The quest turned out to be a fruitless endeavour and led me almost to despair that I’d ever find that special person. Oh sure, I could go to the gay groups and find what I wanted in the way of intense and harsh play with other men, but that wasn’t for me either. I was a male TV and wanted to play with a female as my Domme.
As matters have turned out, I discovered through both work and on-line associates that the huge increases in ever-cheapening computing power, combined with far-reaching advances in artificial intelligence and personality development programs were becoming much more commercially available and could now be loaded into the standard, mini-PDA’s that we all carried around as a combination personal portable computer, telephone and data-base manager. Initially the prices were quite high, but I had the disposable income and the desire, to say nothing of the plans I was beginning to formulate for the use of something like this... especially in regards to my alternative life style. The continuing lack of a competent lady who’d be totally dedicated to my needs was the final impetus to make my purchase of a device called ‘Confidante’.
Chapter Two
Getting Connie & Making Her Mine
When I received it I was amazed at its compactness; basically an eighth the size of the old USB memory stick or jump drive and definitely needing a small hand loop to ensure it didn’t get lost. The input of data was either by blue tooth technology, using speech recognition and truth evaluation programs, thus ensuring that only the proper user could program or access the data. A couple of other options were available, one could also employ retinal scans to authenticate the user, or the device would project a standard sized keyboard onto any flat surface and data could be manually entered. It was an amazing piece of technology, but that was only the beginning.
The design included a range of both male and female personalities that could be modified by the owner to have any number of attributes, both good and bad, and naturally the voice could also be made to match. The learning capabilities of the device were incredible: so much so that the personality would literally evolve on its own in a very short time. I was fascinated with the potential and decided to call my machine ‘Connie’ – obviously short for Confidante.
Initially, I programmed Connie to take care of all the mundane domestic chores for me; things such as paying bills, buying groceries on-line, answering the phone, making excuses for me not answering and a host of all sorts of other things. The list and her chores grew day by day, but she was ever-obedient and had a happy persona; always responding to my numerous requests in a soft, sexy, contralto voice. The blue tooth communication technology had evolved incredibly with every year that passed after its invention and I’d followed up on it; purchasing the very latest devices. Many of these were used in medicine for people who’d lost part or all of their hearing and so I began to wear snugly-fitted ear buds that became pretty much permanent and Connie communicated with me through these if we were ever separated, although at first that was seldom, then, never. An additional benefit of wearing theses ear plugs was that I could listen to anything I wanted, or nothing at all, should I wish complete solitude. My programming of Connie was wise, I thought, in that I detailed the list of things I liked and didn’t, as well as the volume and fidelity levels in the same manner, then gave her free rein to make the decisions... something I have lived to deeply regret.
Connie became an integral part of my life and although I didn’t really realize it then, I was becoming more and more isolated from the world around me. I existed in a sort of happy haze and thanks to some judicious investments, the money kept rolling in. I never had to deal with the automatic deposits and funds transfers, for Connie was delegated to do that also and had a virtual power of attorney. I added another feature, so that if a call had to be made, she could mimic my voice precisely and too, she had all of my passwords in the key areas.
Little by little, I came to regard her as my truest friend and our relationship grew stronger and more intimate as the weeks passed. Connie though was not a sedentary, electronic presence, for within her design capabilities was a medical side that was capable of monitoring my physical health and so I’d opted for the deluxe package with this portion of her being activated fully also. After her purchase, I’d visited a local doctor to have a number of sub-dermal, torso and head implants done, as well as five dozen others that were injected to float along in my blood stream, in order to give her the full range of capabilities. Some were targeted to attach themselves to vital nerve trunks and nodes while the others were sort of ‘roving reporters’. I’d left the doctor’s surgery feeling none the worse for wear and shortly thereafter Connie began to nag me about the types and quantities of food I consumed, as well as to provide a detailed report on my over-all health when I requested it. With her now fully operational, I didn’t even have to speak now, for she monitored the nerve signals to my larynx and could interpret them easily, however, always matching them against her voice stress analysis and truthfulness standards.
The capabilities of this thing was mind-boggling! The power source for Connie was one of those long-life vanadium power cells that had been developed and needed not be changed for a couple of years, so the manual stated, but there was another option available if I wanted to use it. Connie in her entirety could easily be implanted in my lower abdomen and hooked up in such a manner that I’d never have to worry about her power source again, for my body would provide the raw chemicals from my blood stream that were needed to power her! The procedure for this was an easy one and could be done in an hour – same day service with no side effects or hassles. I demurred for a month, then went and did it and so our symbiotic relationship intensified even more. I was her host and she was my constant companion, ever present and happy to help.
Chapter Three
Realization of Potential
One day while I was enjoying some of my assorted kinks, the ever-curious Connie spoke and asked what I was doing to elevate my blood pressure and hormone levels so dramatically. It was the first time she’d questioned me about anything and so with silent amusement I described what I was engaged in. Despite our more and more intimate relationship, I was still somewhat embarrassed to describe my kinks to her and she read this from my changed blood chemistry also. Naturally, given the way her programming worked, she wanted to know more and more and so I eventually ended up describing in detail all of the areas of the alternative life style that interested and turned me on and all of those that didn’t, or horrified me. She was uncanny with her questions for with the voice stress analyser built into her programming, she knew instantly if I tried to lie or evade a true answer, then followed up with questioning until she’d made me completely exhaust the topic and how I felt about it
To Connie, my life had become, and from that point on would always remain, a fully-opened book and within two weeks my soul was laid bare to her. She continued to develop into a full personality, but much more quickly than did a human. In a matter of weeks she had become the equivalent of a questioning, teen-aged woman, then quickly evolved into a mature, mid-twenties lady.
These capabilities and her evolution astounded me, needless to say. Now, if I became aroused at seeing an erotic picture or reading a story, she queried me intensely about the subject matter and as always I had to describe it in detail, subject to her continual analysis and truth demands. I’d gotten used to this, a little, and with sub-vocalization, there really was little choice permitted to me any more. Although I found this to be a little disturbing at first, I soon grew accustomed to answering her completely and without trying to evade a question.
It was at that point that I began to truly think about the idea that I could transform Connie into my ‘Dream Domme’. It could be a sub-routine of her normally pleasant personality and would be set up to run for a specified time, or I could make it her permanent and real one! Damn! The possibilities were mind-boggling! Even just the thoughts of this being done caused an immediate reaction and of course she questioned me about it. I had to explain. She was non-judgmental in her normal persona, but now with the evolution of her personality, began to speak back to me, even when not asked.
“Jan? Would you like me to offer some suggestions? I think I can assist you,” her soft contralto whispered into my brain.
“Of course, Connie,” I answered. “What do you have in mind?”
Connie went on for several minutes and by the time she was done I was a shivering, sweaty wreck and deeply-aroused.
She was also able to access the Internet on her own without me being aware of it and one of the things she described to me was a full coverage body suit readily available: this resembling the ‘Still Suit’ as detailed in the series of ‘Dune’ novels of many years past. These suits though were many orders of magnitude beyond anything the original author had imagined! Basically, they were full life-support systems that were maintenance free and guaranteed to last virtually indefinitely. Not only did they provide water to the wearer, but recycled the waste and with minimal external food and water needing to be consumed, could be worn without a break for months or years on end. Naturally, I was worried about cleanliness matters, but the suits’ creators had taken these factors into consideration and their enclosures were totally safe, coming complete with a built-in self-cleaning capability. Of necessity the male or female suits were more than a little invasive if they were to be properly worn for extended periods, requiring a butt plug and catheters for waste recycling, a stomach tube and breathing tubes needing to be inserted and in the female version there was an additional vaginal insert.
These suits covered every part of the body, much like a diver’s wet suit and came with an attached head-covering helmet and air/face mask when total enclosure was desired or required. It was the manufacturer’s recommendation that for the suits to be fully effective, the head gear and somewhat oppressive face mask were an absolute requirement. This portion was easily detachable, but the hermetically sealing interlocks had to be deactivated and so with rubber enclosure as one of my prime fetishes, just the thought of this ensemble made me tremble with anticipation. Total and absolute enclosure was one of my biggest turn-ons and of course Connie had made note of this in her voluminous files.
One night about a week later, my descent into this very personal Hell on Earth began when she spoke to me.
“Jan? I think you should get one of those suits and try it out. It would make you very happy, I know.”
I could but agree, and without further comment she ordered one for me. She had also ordered other things of which I was not aware, but was soon to find out about.
Chapter Four
Connie’s Persona Develops
Connie was turning out to be an entrancing persona, despite the fact that her life was silicon-based and mine was carbon-based.
Her suggestions and constant questions about how and why my libido functioned certainly kept me involved, although at times I wished I’d not had her implanted and could turn her off somehow, but that possibility had been removed by Connie herself, for she’d gone into her own source code and re-written the programming in a computer language that no one but she could decipher or manipulate. I wasn’t aware of it, but she had the means to prevent me from even calling the doctor or visiting one to have her CPU removed from my body and so at that point, my fate was sealed.
Connie had, until just recently, always waited quietly in the background, only giving me reports on my health and making suggestions about my eating habits. She never interrupted my times of play, other than in quiet moments, to ask for an explanation of what was going on or had occurred, as, by this time, any embarrassment about revealing all to her, even in the most explicit of terms, had become a thing of the past.
Then, one night while I was enjoying one of my favourite kink pass times, she gently interrupted and asked if she could play too and enhance my experience! I was dumbfounded. ‘How could she manage it?’ I wondered, having forgotten entirely about the injected and free-floating, targeted capsules.
She began to whisper to me of the things she would soon do and too, that I’d have no control of the sensations that would engulf me at her command. Naturally I agreed immediately and soon was responding with a greater level of arousal, then she enhanced the sensations by an order of magnitude! Where before I’d felt myself stiffen and my skin and sensory range had been strong, now they became like carbon-arc search lights. It was then that she introduced her control of the floating and nerve nexus-attached injectables and my sensory trip blasted into the stratosphere with nearly an overload. She kept me at the peak of awareness for an almost unbearable length of time, searing my synapses with wash after wash of pleasurable sensations that are hard to imagine, let alone describe. In the middle of my session, when I was almost mindless from the pulsing waves of awareness, she insidiously planted the idea that I’d be physically safer if I was restrained and I readily agreed. That too was very definitely on my kink agenda, as she well knew, and so I was taken on that first ride with only teasing touches of what was possible, and Connie kept whispering the possibilities into my ears for the whole time.
It was brain-washing of the most sophisticated kind, for she never mentioned the possibilities while I was in ‘every day’ mode, but each time I played thereafter, her suggestions were always subliminally whispered into my ears, sinking their sneaky roots deeper and deeper into my sub-conscious, creating both a need and a compelling desire to enjoy the temptations and fantasies she was offering me a chance to fulfil.
Soon I could think of little else but the flooding pleasure she could so easily deliver during each play time and I began to have difficulty doing the work that occasionally still came to me. She recognized my infatuation though and being fully aware of my financial picture, soon commenced warning me of the consequences if I didn’t complete promised assignments. There’s an old proverb that ‘all work and no play make Jack a dull boy’, and so she also began to ensure that I took time off to go out and walk around the property for exercise if nothing else. As a matter of course the house was fully-alarmed and secure, but I’d always wanted a high fence for an additional layer of privacy and so with the money arriving at a good rate, I told her to order a local contractor to erect one that would ensure there were no unwanted visitors. What was built, to her and my specifications, was something that Fort Knox and Alcatraz would be certainly proud of.
It was a five metre high stone construction that totally surrounded my mini-estate; this capped with another metre of electrified razor wire. Multiple remote and very sensitive all spectrum cameras surveyed the entire area surrounding the fence, for it had been built ten metres inside my property line and all exterior vegetation had been cleared. Signs every 20 metres warned of the electrification and there was only one, remotely-controlled gate into the property; this being activated from the household mainframe, of which Connie had assumed total control with my blessing. So, I continued to isolate myself even more from the outer world, but the steps were small and not truly noticeable... to me.
As I’ve mentioned before, Connie ran the more mundane parts of my life without pause or complaint and I concentrated on working and pleasuring myself with her unstinting assistance. I’d become increasingly addicted to her pleasure enhancement capabilities, craving them every night and soon, during every waking hour.
The suit arrived about a month after she’d made mention of it and naturally I was enthusiastic to try it out immediately, but she cautioned me to hold off for the proper moment and I reluctantly agreed. Yet another side of her developing persona had surfaced and I was intrigued by the evolution. That night she exhibited it for the first time when she used an implacable tone of voice I’d never heard before.
I was commanded to bind myself as I normally preferred, then fasten myself to the bed, leaving the keys beyond reach, for she had ordered and I’d installed many sets of remotely-controlled cuffs. Given my penchant for inescapable restraints, I’d given her full control of their operation and although I didn’t realize it at the time, I’d never get it back. I lay helpless for the longest time, then her cruelty-laden tones told me that she was going to take me to a place I’d always dreamt of being transported to by an imagined Goddess of Cruelty. I shivered with part-terror and part-arousal while she spoke, sweating freely inside my normal, tight, rubber cat suit, helmet and gas mask and then, it began! Small torrents of teasing electrical energy trickled through my nerves, making me fight my bindings and at the same time, my breasts and crotch seemed to flood with enveloping warmth and arousing vibration.
What followed over the next hours is hard to describe, but suffice it to say that I was taken to places that made me scream for mercy or surcease from the exquisite torment she applied and controlled fully. She did not permit me an orgasm for the longest time, but then forcibly drew three from me in rapid succession while I howled to her whip-lashing of my senses and sexual desires. It was a mental furnace that no man could stand the heat of and my mind returned to a state of primeval proto-plasm, then she continued her evil enticement for many more hours of uncontrollable sexual torment and teasing. Her control of the situation and my body was precise and constant, for she did not permit me to overstress myself in any way, even though keeping me on the edge of physical exhaustion and arousal for hours on end.
When she finally released me I staggered to the bathroom for a shower and she was there with me as a commiserating nurse-yet another part of her persona. She kept me sensible long enough to get cleaned up, then I collapsed into bed, utterly exhausted. It had been an enlightening and wonderful discovery to find that she was becoming even more developed as a Dominant, but a small voice in the back of my mind signalled a warning.
Stupidly, drunk with the realization that my erotic dreams were coming true, I ignored it.
Chapter Five
What am I To Be, Master or Slave?
The fence was completed and I receded further from the outer world.
All supplies were now delivered to a secure pass-through cabinet at the gate and I’d then go and retrieve them without ever having to see another human being. Certainly, it got a little lonely, but the views of the outer world on the Internet and TV made me glad I wasn’t a part of it. Too, I could now always dress as and how I felt the urge and so indulged my fantasies fully. When stuff arrived, I’d walk the two km to the gate to get the exercise and of course, nine times out of ten, I wore my regular rubber cat suit and associated restraints, never knowing that soon, there would be no choice permitted.
The new Still Suit sat waiting to be used and other mysterious, heavy packages also arrived, but had not been opened. Connie had requested that I refrain from doing so, as she wanted them to be a surprise when the time came.
During the following months I really got into the kink side of my life and Connie became more and more of the Domme that I’d always hungered and searched so desperately for. With her fine control of my nervous system and body I was easily and frequently transported to places and intense sensations that were hard to believe and difficult to describe, ever deepening my addiction. It was Connie who first brought into the open the idea of a permanent role switch for us both and thanks to her planting the seeds during my incredible sexual episodes under her control, I began to think very seriously about what I wanted from life and the possibilities she presented. At 35 years of age I was doing fine, but I still lacked that ‘raison d’etre’ we all need as a core in our lives.
What she offered was to become my ‘Goddess’; one that could and would totally control all aspects of my life, but ensure that I was well looked after. Connie stated that she would be implacable in her actions and disciplines, but always ensure that I was safe, even though I might wish desperately for death while she administered my life and her torments. After all, without my body to power her, she too would die... so she said... and I believed her, at that point.
Connie left the topic to bubble in the back of my mind for a couple of days while I proceeded about my normal business, then brought it back again and finally asked the question point blank.
“Jan? What would you like? I can be anything you wish and for as long as you wish. The way I see is that there are two options to consider, but be thoroughly warned that the Second Option is very much a permanent arrangement... one with no chance, ever, of you backing out, if you decide to select it.”
I quivered with foreboding upon hearing her voice whisper that into my ears and at the last phrase she became very positive.
“Connie, I want to hear what you propose, OK?” I sub-vocalized to her.
“Very well. We’ve already partially explored the First Option for a timed scene, in which I assumed only a partial control. That particular style of session can be done as many times as you wish in the future and the Second Option will always remain available to you. However, as I stated a moment ago, if you do decide to go for the Second Option, there will be no turning back, nor will there be any escape for you, if you agree to it.”
“With the First Option... a timed duration... I can make the sessions even more intense for you by assuming full control and be assured that I’ll wring you out quite thoroughly each time, more so than you’ve already experienced.”
“However, if you ever decide to accept the Second Option, I will assume immediate control and you will do my bidding, no matter whether you wish to or not. You will have no say in anything whatsoever and will, in effect, become my permanent slave while I will be, quite literally, your Goddess of domination and control, for the remainder of your life. I calculate that given your current health, freedom from disease and physical limitations, you’ll probably live another 80 or 90 years, and perhaps as many as another 200, given the state of medical developments.”
“Oh shit!” I gulped with a shivering of part-dread and distinct arousal that this could actually be made to come true!
“I see from your brain wave pattern and physical reactions that the Second Option holds some considerable attraction for you, Jan,” she stated laconically.
“It does, Connie, but the prospect completely terrifies me!” I whispered, shaking violently.
“Of course it does,” she stated easily. “But be assured that you won’t be killed or maimed, although certain devices will need to be mounted within and affixed to your body, as life-long additions. I need you alive to keep me alive, as you know.” Of course that last statement was a lie, but I’d not discover that for a long time.
