Digital Dominatrix - 12 (Patreon)

Digital Dominatrix - chapter 12


I woke up on Wednesday morning with my cock pressing painfully against the cage, filled with thoughts of what I was supposed to do this afternoon. The digital Dominatrix I had stupidly handed control of my life over to, was insisting that I go to a co-workers house and act as their maid for the afternoon. The co-worker in question, Emma, seemed to be thrilled by this idea.

I was desperately horny though, and due for a release form my cage today, provided I didn’t do anything to upset Mistress. This was why, before I left for work today, I stuffed a fetish themed maids outfit into a backpack before heading out. I made sure to cover my pink fingernails up with some gloves as I set off to work. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much I could do to hide my recently plucked eyebrows.

I got to my desk a little early and stuffed the backpack down underneath, double checking to make sure it was fully zipped up, lest someone catch a glimpse of the embarrassing contents.

My early arrival meant that Emma had time to approach my desk before anyone else passed through.

“Morning Mike. So, are you looking forward to being my good little maid for the afternoon?” Emma asked me with a satisfied look on her face.

“I wouldn’t say that exactly!” I said, still worried at the thought of anyone else seeing me in something so humiliating. Although I suppose Emma had already seen me thanks to the pictures Mistress had sent her, she just hadn’t seen me in the flesh.

“Oh really, so what made you change your mind then?” She asked.

“I actually didn't. It was Mistress who sent the first message last night. Apparently me acting as your maid ‘fulfills criteria for her programming’ or something like that. So I hope you're happy, because now if I don’t go to your place as a stupid maid, then I’ll probably end up being punished for failing to follow her orders.” I said, obviously frustrated at the situation. Of course me venting that frustration towards Emma probably wasn’t the best idea, given the predicament I was in.

“Ohhh so now you have to be my maid, or your mean Mistress won’t let your little penis out of its prison, is that it?” She said with a very amused smirk.

“Yep, that’s pretty much it.” I sighed in defeat, cock once again attempting to harden, almost as if it knew Emma was talking about it.

“So that means that you need me to let you come to my home and act as my maid, otherwise your Mistress would probably know and then she’d punish you for it, right?”


“Yeah she would almost definitely know, she tracks my location using GPS for one thing. Not to mention the constant requests for evidence that I’m doing as I’m told.” I had to admit, it did feel good to be able to actually talk honestly about what was happening with someone. I had told so many lies in the last week or so that I had lost count.

“Well in that case Mike, I think you had better ask me very nicely to be allowed to be my maid for the afternoon, don’t you think?”

“What? Are you serious? Emma I am not about to start begging you to let me come over and humiliate myself.”

“Well then, good luck explaining to your Mistress why you didn’t follow her orders. Anyway, Jakes here so that must mean it’s time for us to log in. See ya.”

“Emma wa-” But she was gone before I could finish my sentence, and with Jake now on the floor there was no way I was going to finish this conversation by shouting across the walkway.

Emma was clearly trying to make this as humiliating for me as possible. Obviously it was bad enough that I would be going over to her house anyway, but now she wanted me to ask her for permission. Why was I so damn horny?! Was it Emma's attitude to my situation that was causing my cock to press against the cage, or was it the fact that I had been denied for the last three days? Could be either one really.

I tried my best to get some work done but I was too distracted to really focus. One bonus of today though, I was not currently wearing anything feminine under my work clothes. Mistress had ordered me to take all the necessary clothing with me for my afternoon assignment. This meant that I wasn’t expecting any panty check requests for a change.

As expected, Emma came wheeling over to my desk an hour or so into the shift.

“So Mike, anything you want to ask me?” She asked.

“Ugh, fine. Can I be your maid for the afternoon … please?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Oh come on ike, you can do better than that. I expect more enthusiasm.”

“You’re really enjoying yourself with this aren’t you?” I said, equal parts annoyed and turned on at Emma's incessant teasing.

“I am actually, and I’m pretty sure you are too. So, why don’t you ask me again, nicely, if you can come and be my sweet sissy maid for the day?”

“Don’t call me that!” I said, even though her use of the word sent shivers through me.

“Well I don’t know what else to call a man who enjoys dressing up all sexy in womens clothes like you do. Now, ask me nicely or you’ll be in trouble with your Mistress.” Emma replied, a smile never leaving her eyes.

“Fine. Emma, can I please come over and be your maid for the afternoon?” I asked, face burning red as the humiliating words came from my mouth.

“Of course you can sweetie, seeing as you sound so eager.” Emma said in a mocking tone. “Just wait for me after work and I’ll drive us both there, I’ll even drop you back home after.”

“Gee thanks, you’re too kind!”

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The rest of the day passed without anything outstanding happening, which was good because I was already distracted before I got here, and every minute that passed made me more nervous about what I was going to be doing with the afternoon.

Eventually, the working day ended and I shut down my station and made myself ready to leave, after another check to make sure my bag was secure of course.

I had to dawdle around a little and wait for Emma to be finished, she always seemed to be the last one to finish working.

“So, is my little sissy ready to go?” She said as she started powering down.

“Yes. And stop calling me a … that.” I replied, my voice was starting to shake as my in person humiliation approached.

“Calling you what? A sissy? You might as well get used to saying it, seeing as you’ll be dressed the part soon. Come on, better get going. I can’t wait to see you in your little outfit!”

I made the trip to Emma's house without saying much. She lived about half an hour's drive away from work, in a small house on a street just outside the larger town. It was a pretty quiet looking suburban area, well kept front lawns leading up to front doors that all looked pretty uniform. Pretty much exactly the kind of place I always pictured Emma living.

“Welcome to my home Mike.” Emma said as she pulled her car up to the front door of the garage. “No point putting it in the garage if I’m taking you home later. Come on, I’ll make us a drink before you get started.”

I grunted out some kind of affirmative response and followed Emma into her home.

“Would you like a glass of wine? it might just help your nerves. You look a little … tense.” She said as she led me into a very well kept kitchen.

“Yes please.” I figured she had to be right about the alcohol helping with the nerves.

She poured us both a glass, mine more full than hers, and sat down opposite me on her kitchen island.

“Relax Mike, this is the kind of thing you wanted right? Being controlled by a powerful woman. The humiliation, the debasement, all for someone else's enjoyment while your own pleasure is locked behind a small cage. Wasn’t this the fantasy all along?” Emma spoke in a low, seductive voice. She clearly knew more about this lifestyle than I had presumed.

“I guess so. I just wasn’t expecting … this. When I downloaded that app I thought it would just be a bit of private fun. Guess I didn’t realize how efficient that program was.” I said after draining half my glass of red wine. Before either of us could say anything else, my phone vibrated with a message from Mistress.

‘Slave, your GPS tells me you have arrived at Emma’s house. Please hand your phone over to Emma.’ This was new, why would she ask me to hand my phone over to Emma?

I held out my phone for Emma to take without saying anything, she took it from my hand and took a second to read the message on the screen. After a quizzical look of her own, she started typing a message back, I assumed to tell her that she had the phone.

I sipped my wine as I watched Emma with my phone, after another message came through, Emma pulled her own phone from her bag and unlocked it. I watched with worry as Emma wielded both phones, alternating between typing away on my phone and tapping something on hers. Eventually, she handed my phone back to me with a smile on her face. I looked down to see that the conversation had been deleted, which I thought was odd. Before I could wonder about that too much though, Emma spoke up.

“Okay Mike, Your Mistress has just asked for my permission to download a partner messenger app to my phone, she says it's so she can communicate with me directly on occasion.”


I could only assume that Emma having a direct line to Mistress would serve to further my humiliation. I guess this meant that Emma would be taking a more active part from now on.

“Alright then. Mike, I think you had better go get yourself dressed for the occasion.” Emma said with an enthusiastic smile.

“Oh, erm, yeah. I guess so, where should I …”

“You can get changed in the guest bedroom. Follow me.” Emma said cheerily as she led the way through her house.

I couldn’t help but stare at her ass the whole way, she still had on a black office skirt that she always wore to work but I was just now noticing how tight it was around her wide hips. She had a fuller figure than Kate but that didn’t mean she was any less attractive.

Emma left me alone to get changed in her guest bedroom. I emptied the contents of my bag onto the small single bed that was in one of the corners. I had all the items that Mistress had ordered me to bring. This included the maids outfit with matching white panties and stockings plus the little headband. And of course, the impractical but humiliating feather duster.

I stripped off all my male clothes before pulling on my outfit for the afternoon. I was still hairless from the cream that I had used the other day and my pink toenails could be seen through the thin material of the stockings. The only thing missing from the outfit was a pair of shoes. Of course I would never say that out loud in case Mistress got any ideas.

I pulled on the stockings and panties first, feeling the rush of arousal from the stockings and panties running up hairless legs. By the time I was fully dressed, I was a desperate mess. There was a mirror on one of the walls so I was able to see my own masculine head attached to a feminized frame. The juxtaposition between my head and the rest of me was painfully obvious, the eyebrows being the only feminine part of my face.

I took a deep breath and prepared myself to leave the safety of the guest room. Terrified and intrigued by what Emma's reaction might be.

I assumed she had to be waiting for me downstairs as there was no movement upstairs when I left the bedroom, so I slowly descended the stairs. Each step causing my heart to beat faster at the thought of what Emma’s reaction would be to seeing me dressed like this. This had always been a fetish of mine but now that I was actually living it, I was more nervous than I'd ever been.

I walked down the stairs back towards the kitchen where Emma was waiting for me, I tried to approach quietly but the swishing of the skirts and petticoats weren’t helping. I entered the kitchen to see Emma, sat at the kitchen island finishing her wine. Her face lit up in a broad smile as soon as she saw me standing awkwardly in the doorway.

“Ohhh Mike! That outfit is amazing. Aren't you just the perfect little sissy? Come over here so I can see your outfit.”

I shuffled awkwardly towards her, staring at the floor as I did so. As soon as I got within range Emma reached out to grab the hem of my black skirt and lift the fabric slightly, presumably so she could see the panties I was wearing.

“Matching panties and stockings too, perfect.” She reached up to my chin and lifted my head so that I could meet her gaze. “Don’t look so nervous, Mike. This is obviously what you wanted, why else would you download the program hm?”

“I guess you’re right. But I still haven’t done anything like this before.” I replied.

“Well don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. All you have to do is whatever I tell you and you’ll be fine. Now, be a good girl and refill my wine glass.” She said, holding up the empty glass for me to take. Her use of the feminine pronoun didn’t go unnoticed.

I walked over to the counter where the wine bottle had been left and refilled her glass with a shaking hand, spilling a little as I did so and feeling Emma's eyes on me the whole time. I carefully placed the glass in front of her, standing there awkwardly after I did so.

“Why thank you dear. That wasn’t so hard was it? You just keep that up and we’ll both have fun.”

“Maybe you will.” I said in a muttered voice.

“Oh please, I’ll bet if you weren’t trapped in that cage of yours right now then your little penis would be rock hard.”

She had me there, but I didn’t want to admit that to her right away so I stayed silent.

“Oh, and speaking of your cage, your Mistress tells me that you are due for release today. She also tells me that that release is dependent on the feedback I give her at the end of the day. So, if you do want a chance to pleasure yourself today, then you had better make sure to do what I say.”

“Fine.”

“Well that won’t do for a start. While you’re playing the part of my maid you should probably address me a little more formally. Miss Emma will do for now I think.” Emma was making sure she got the most out of this.

“Sure … Miss Emma.” I responded, I figured I had better behave if I wanted the cage off tonight.

“That’s better, now I usually like to take a shower after I get home so I’ll leave you to tidy up a little down here while I go shower, sound good?” She asked, as if I really had a choice.

“Yea– Umm, yes Miss Emma.” I replied.

“Good girl! You can start by cleaning up that drop of wine you spilled earlier. You can use the cloth in the sink.” Again she referred to me as a girl, and again I couldn’t stop my cock responding to the teasing language.

I grabbed the cloth out of the sink and bent low to clean the small splash of wine from the kitchen tiles. I heard Emma give a small wolf whistle as I did so.

“Look at you! Flashing your pantied behind to the lady of the house. Such a naughty girl you are.” I quickly stood upright and straightened out the skirt at the back, but with the petticoats in place they wouldn’t stay down for long.

“Sorry! That was an accident.” I said quickly, red faced.

“If you say dear. You should be careful about flaunting that cute bum of yours, Mike. A girl might get the wrong idea, hahaha.” Emma left before I could even consider a response. The whole situation was far too erotically charged, I was beginning to think my cock would have the shape of the cage permanently imprinted on it by now.

I busied myself as best I could while Emma showered, but the house was already very clean as it was. I tidied away the wine glasses we had used and straightened out some cushions on the furniture in Emma's living room, then picked up the feather duster and made a show of looking like I was cleaning.

A short while later, Emma made her way back downstairs and into the living room as I was leant over in an attempt to dust a low cabinet. She was now barefooted and with the carpet in the living room, I didn’t hear her approaching. Not until I felt a sharp smack on my exposed ass.

“Ow! Shit, you scared me.” I exclaimed. Turning around to see Emma standing there in just a loose fitted gown, obviously with no bra on underneath as a large amount of cleavage was visible and her boobs were sat a little lower than usual.

“There you go again, flashing your little panties at me. If you keep presenting this smooth behind to me like this, I’m going to have to give you a good spanking.” Emma said as I again tried to smooth out my skirts.

“Sorry Emma, It's this damn skirt.” I said

“That’s Miss Emma for today, remember. Now, I’ve left the clothes I was wearing to work in the bathroom upstairs. I would like you to go and place them all in the laundry basket in my room.”

“Yes Miss Emma.”

“There’s a good girl.”

“I’m not a girl,” I replied, indignantly.

“Haha well, you don’t look like much of a boy right now either. But if you don’t like me referring to you as a girl, and you don’t look like a boy, then I guess I’ll have to go with … Sissy. How does that sound?” She said, raising one eyebrow with a mischievous smile.

“I’m not a sissy either! It’s your fault I’m here anyway, you had to wind me up and antagonize Mistress.” I said, defiantly.

“Oh Mike. Firstly, I know for a fact this turns you on, or you wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place, and that makes you a sissy. Whether you admit it or not. Secondly, you need to remember that I get to decide whether or not you get free from your cage tonight, so I would be a little nicer to me if I were you.”

“Yes Miss Emma.” Was all I could think to say.

“There’s a good … sissy. Now, go move my clothes from the bathroom. Chop, chop.”

I made my way up to the bathroom I had passed earlier and saw the clothes Emma had been wearing to work in a heap on the floor.

I grabbed them all and proceeded back out onto the landing towards what had to be Emma’s bedroom. As I walked into her room, I noticed that, in the heap of clothes I had picked up, was a small yellow thong that Emma had clearly been wearing all day.

I dropped the rest of her clothes in the hamper she had mentioned, but kept a hold of the thong, rubbing it between my fingers I could feel that the small triangle of fabric at the front panel was a little damp. Had she really been so aroused earlier? Was she just as turned on by this as I was?

I got lost in thought for a few seconds as I fondled Emma's panties, it took a great deal of will to let them drop into the hamper. I took a look around her bedroom before I left, noticing a rather powerful looking PC setup in the corner. I was a little surprised by the PC but I suppose it made sense, she was very competent at work. I knew that much.

“About time, sissy.” Emma said as I returned to the living room to see her lounging on the couch, she had put on a pair of thin pyjama style bottoms and a top to match, I wasn’t sure where her robe had gone. “I hope you weren’t doing anything untoward with my dirty laundry.” She added with a chuckle, did she know what kind of effect she was having on me?

“What? Of course not … I mean, I would never…” I mumbled a response.

“Haha I’m just kidding Mike.” Why don’t you go get back to your cleaning and I’ll supervise from here.”

“Yes Miss Emma.” I grabbed my trusty duster and went back to looking like I was doing something.

As I bent over again to run the duster along another low area, I was extra careful not to flash my ass at Emma again. I had to wonder though, would she really spank me? The bigger question was, did I want her to?

At one point, as I was making a show of dusting Emma’s fireplace, I heard the shutter sound of Emma’s phone camera.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked, instinctively trying to cover myself with my hands, not that it would make any difference given my outfit.

“Sorry Mike, Mistress orders. She just sent me a message to make sure you were completing your tasks. I may have to add this one to my collection though, you just look so cute prancing around in your little outfit.”

I could think of nothing to say so I just mumbled something intelligible and went back to work.

After a while, the shock of being in full sissy maid attire and cleaning Emma’s house became something more manageable. I moved around the living room, dusting off ornaments and furniture, with the occasional teasing comment from Emma. I dare say I was starting to enjoy myself. I was living out a fantasy I had had for as long as I can remember. It was while I was thinking about this, that a thought popped into my head. A rather insidious thought that I couldn't shake off.

Was Emma serious about the spanking?

I decided, maybe foolishly, that I was going to test the theory. Hell, if I was being forced to live out this fantasy, I may as well go all in.

I made my way over to where Emma was sitting on the sofa, there was a small coffee table off to the side which would be perfect for my plan. I saw that Emma was watching me intently as I got closer to her.

I slowly turned my back to her and then bent over, as straight legged as I could, knowing full well that this would give Emma a good view of my pantied ass. She had to know I was doing this on purpose … right?

“What did I tell you about flashing your panties to me, sissy?” She said in a stern voice. I quickly straightened up and turned around.

“Whoops! Sorry Miss Emma, it was an accident … really.” I said, somewhat unconvincingly.

“Oh really? Because I think you did that on purpose. Now, answer my question. What did I say would happen?”

“You … um, you said you would … spank me?” I said it is as though it was a question, in as quiet a voice as I could manage.

“Yes I did. And yet you still decided to wave that cute little butt of yours in my face, didn’t you?”

“Yes Miss Emma.”

“I’m starting to think you really do want me to spank you.”

I said nothing, but I’m sure from the look on my face that my answer was obvious. Truth be told, in my constantly horny state, I was desperate for any sort of contact.

“Right then, I think it’s time you went over my knee.”

My heart surged at her comment, and I'm sure she could see it too.

She reached up and grabbed a hold of my wrist, her touch was electric as she guided me into position over her knee. If I wasn't caged, I would have exploded all over her thighs by now. I could feel the softness of her legs on my mid-section as I lay there waiting for my first spanking.

“Now, you do understand that you need this, don’t you?” Emma asked me, lifting up my skirt as she did so.

“Yes Miss Emma.” I whimpered, almost breathless at the eroticism of it all. That was all the consent Emma needed.

‘Slap!’ The first blow landed on my ass, the thin panties doing little to soften the impact. Thankfully, it didn’t feel like Emma had really gone all out with the first blow.

‘Slap!’

‘Slap!’

‘Slap!’

As Emma continued the spanking, I could feel my cheeks beginning to warm up as the stinging sensation grew. I couldn’t believe the situation I was in. I was dressed in full sissy maids attire, being spanked over the knee of my older colleague. How the hell did I get to this? That Digital Dominatrix program really held up its end.

‘Slap!’

“This is what you get for flashing your Mistress!”

‘Slap!’

‘Slap!’

“Naughty sissies deserve to be spanked!”

‘Slap!’

‘Slap!’

I was panting heavily as Emma continued to spank me. I don’t think I’d ever been as turned on in my life.

“Ohhh Yes Miss Emma.” I moaned, as my cock pulsed in its cage. I would be a wreck by the time this was over.

‘Slap!’

‘Slap!’

“Mmmm, your ass is looking a little red there sissy. Perhaps I should stop. I don’t want to overdo it for your first spanking after all. But next time I might not be so gentle.” Emma said, allowing me to slowly stand up from over her knees.

“Thank you Miss Emma.” Was all I could think to say as I tried to rub the sting away from my ass, my cheeks were warm to the touch.”

“Now, seeing as you like flashing your little behind so much, you can hold up your skirts and go and stand with your nose in the corner until I say so.”

“Yes Miss Emma.” I said, moving over to the corner of Emma's living room to do as she says.

“That’s it, hold those skirts of yours up around your waist. I want to see those rosy red cheeks of yours.”

I bunched up the skirts as much as I could, feeling incredibly exposed as I bared my freshly spanked ass to Emma.

After a few minutes, I once again heard the shutter sound of a cell phone camera. Emma had just photographed me in the corner with my reddened ass on display. These pictures were getting out of hand, but I didn’t dare speak up, not while I was on a time-out.

I was eventually allowed out of the corner after Emma made me apologize for being ‘indecent’ as she put it, and went back to work on my imitation of cleaning. The rest of the afternoon passed by following the same formula. Emma would make teasing remarks, I would get horny, etcetera, until she declared that it was time for me to leave.

“Well, as much fun as this is, we both have work tomorrow, so it looks like I will need to take my sissy home for the night.”

“Yeah good idea … I mean, yes Miss Emma.” I replied, correcting myself.

“Oh and I think you have a message.” Emma said, handing me my phone which I had left on a table due to the lack of pockets in my maids outfit.

I opened up my phone to see another one of Mistress’ messages waiting for me.

‘Slave, Emma tells me that you will be heading home soon. As mentioned, your release from chastity is dependent on her satisfaction with your services. You may now ask her for permission to be released. If she agrees, she will message from her App. Your chastity cage will be unlocked when you have returned home.’ The message from Mistress read.

Well, this was my chance. After the events of today, I didn’t think I would survive being unable to release, I was just too horny to think about anything else.

“Miss Emma, Mistress says that I have to ask you if I can be released from chastity.” I said, nervous as to what her answer would be.

“Okay then Mike, but that didn’t sound like a question to me. So, ask me.”

“Umm, Miss Emma. May I please be released from chastity?” I asked in as demure a voice as I could manage.

Emma placed a finger on her chin in an overexaggerated way of looking like she was thinking.

“Hmmm, well you have been a good sissy I suppose, although I did have to spank you earlier. But I do like spanking sissies so I can’t be too mad about that. But do you really deserve to be released? After the way you were staring at my chest earlier.” She was really drawing out her answer, deliberately torturing me as I waited on her to decide my fate.

“...Maybe a couple more days in chastity would do you some good.”

“No please!” I blurted out without even thinking. “Please let me out of the cage Emma, I swear I don’t think I can function with how turned on I am right now. Please tell Mistress to unlock me, please.” I begged her.

“Oh alright. But, you have to do one last thing for me before I tell her to unlock you.”

“Anything.” I said, not even considering what this one thing might be.

“Wait here.” Emma said, turning towards her stairs and leaving me standing alone. A few minutes later, she reappeared holding my backpack. I quickly noticed that the bag had been stuffed fuller than when I left it in the guest room. That was when I saw the small padlock that had been threaded through the zipper.

“Here you go, Mike. I took the liberty of packing your bag for you.” Emma said, holding out the bag for me to take.

“But, it’s locked. I can’t go home looking like this!” I said.

“Oh but you will, or you will if you want out of that cage that is.” Emma said, stepping closer to me, close enough that her breasts were almost touching my chest. “This is the price you have to pay if you want to play with your little cock tonight, my little sissy.” She said as her hand gently reached under my skirt to run on finger along the outline of the cage. She knew what she was doing, she knew that if she kept me horny then there would be no way I would even think of refusing her.

“O-Okay. But please, let me out!” I replied, almost whimpering at my desperation.

“I will Mike, don’t worry. As soon as you step out of my car in your little outfit I’ll send the message to Mistress to let you out.”



Fuck! That was all I could think as Emma drove me home. She had somehow managed to convince me to walk through my own building in a full maids outfit. I spent the whole drive praying that no one would be in the hall. I had already decided to take the stairs, no one ever used the stairs. They were dark and dingy and cold. Everyone used the elevators, so the only time I would be on display would be when I exited the stairwell onto my floor. If no one was in the hall, I would be fine.

“Well Mike, be honest, did you enjoy being my maid today?” Emma asked as we approached my building.

I really don’t think I could lie to her at this point, as much as the evening was humiliating, it was also exhilarating.

I smiled at her before answering. “Yes Miss Emma.”

“Ha, I thought so. Now, remember, that padlock is a cheap, old luggage lock which you should be able to break open as soon as you get in your apartment. I’ve pried those things open with a butter knife before so you should be fine. I have sent a message to your Mistress, informing her that you must return home in your maids outfit. She will be using the cameras to make sure you don’t try anything funny. If she sees you enter your home in your outfit, she will let you out of your cage. Understand?”

“Yeah I understand. I just hope to God no one sees me like this.” I replied.

“Oh you’ll be fine. If someone sees you just act drunk and tell them it was a crazy night. Now go on, we both need some sleep. Although, I think you probably have something more ‘pressing’ in mind haha.”

“Thanks for … the ride.” I said, not what I meant to say but I think Emma got the message.

“Anytime … sissy.” She said as she leaned in and kissed me hard on the lips. I was paralyzed by arousal and surprise at Emma's apparent loss of decorum. I don’t know if it was the chastity or not but, this felt like the most electric kiss I had ever had with anyone. Emma took the lead, her tongue probing my mouth as I kissed her back as enthusiastically as she would let me.

“That should give you something to think about later. Bye Mike.” She said after breaking off the kiss and letting me unbuckle to leave.

“See ya tomorrow, ‘Miss Emma’.” I said, drawing a smile from Emma.


I immediately bolted towards the entrance to my building, not bothering to even look if there was anyone else in the foyer, I kept my head low and rushed straight to the small door at the side of the lift that led to the stairwell.

Just as dingy and empty as ever.

I climbed the few flights of stairs until I got to my floor. I peered through the little window in the door to see if I could see anyone on my floor. Thankfully, it looked empty.

I made sure to fish my apartment keys out of the small pocket on my bag before I pushed open the door and hurried along the hall. So far, so good.

I jammed my keys into the lock and unlocked the door, before I could turn the handle, however, I heard the sound of a door opening right behind me, Kate’s door!

I didn’t even look to see if she had seen me, I just burst through my own door and slammed it shut behind me, locking it immediately.

No one saw me. I told myself, all I heard was the handle clicking, she probably hadn’t even got the door all the way open. It’s fine.

I waited for a few seconds before turning around to stare through the peep-hole in the door. I could see nothing, and Kate's door was closed.

All good, now to get this cage off!

End chapter 12 … Almost!

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The woman watched from the driver's seat of her car. Watched as her younger co-worker fled quickly towards the front door of his apartment building. She allowed herself a small chuckle at the sight of him. After all, it’s not every day you see a young man running around in an incredibly feminine french maids outfit.

She waited, until he had disappeared from view and made the drive home. There was a heat between her legs like she had not felt in a long time. She hadn’t had fun like this since her ex-husband left.

She walked into her home after parking up her car. She hadn’t eaten yet but she had something else she wanted to do first.

She climbed her stairs and entered her bedroom, walking over and taking a seat at her PC and waiting for it to boot up. As she waited for the PC to fully load, she mentally congratulated herself on her hard work.

She had known that he would be perfect, she always had an idea of what kind of person he was, but then he left his phone unlocked on his e-reader app one day at work. She saw what he was reading, and from then on, she knew what he was into.

It didn’t take much to plant the seed, she even gave him the URL to the site where her programme was being hosted. Her program, the one she had worked so hard to perfect, finally had the perfect test subject, and everything seemed to be working as it should.

Her face was lit by the glow of an expensive monitor as she navigated to a website and began clicking through some options.

“Well sissy,” She spoke quietly to the room, “I think it’s time we step it up a gear.”

She dragged a zipped file from a folder and dropped it into an upload box on the website. After a few seconds, the mouse pointer moved over to click a button marked ‘Launch update’.

She watched, heart beating in excitement as a small progress window popped up and a blue bar filled up in front of her. She thought about her young co-worker, who was no doubt somewhere in his apartment pleasuring himself by now. She had thought about denying his release for a while, but she wanted to make sure that he had fun while thinking about her, she was sure she had achieved that with the day's events. Pretty soon, he would associate the mere sight of her with his own pleasure, she just had to keep feeding his fetishes and he would be putty in her hands.

Eventually, the progress bar disappeared and another pop-up window appeared, this one reading the words;

‘Update published successfully, Digital Dominatrix 2.0 is now live’

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Back at the apartment she had just left. Her young co-worker was too preoccupied to notice a multicoloured flashing ring circling around his smart device, indicating that the AI assistant was currently connected to the Internet, downloading something.

Eventually, the flashing ring stopped and the speaker spoke two words into the apartment.

“Update installed.”