Digital Dominatrix 2.0 chapter 13 (Patreon)

Digital Dominatrix 2.0 - chapter 13


I tossed all the stuff I had brought with me into a bag before quickly getting dressed in the clothes I had arrived at Emma's in and making myself ready to leave. Unfortunately, the shirt I was wearing before changing was not doing a very good job at hiding the large false tits stuck to my chest!

“Fuck!”

“What’s wrong, Mike?” Emma asked as she was putting on her shoes for work by her front door.

“What do you think is wrong? I can’t hide these damn boobs under my shirt.” I said, marching angrily towards the door as Emma tried not to laugh at the way the boobs jiggled around in the way too tight shirt, Emma’s joke about the bra was starting to seem like good advice.

“I’m sorry, sissy. Really I am, the glue thing was a total accident on my part. Just hurry to the car and I’ll drop you off home, I need to get to work before I’m late.”

“Yeah I know. Umm, do you have that bra from last night? I kinda need to keep these things under control…..”


—

“Okay, Mike. Have a nice day off, and let me know how you get on with that nice new rack.” Emma said as we pulled up outside my apartment.

“You’re hilarious.” I replied, sarcastically.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll see the funny side eventually. Now run along, sissy. I have work to do.”

“Yeah, I guess I’ll talk to you la-Mmmf!” My sentence was cut short by Emma leaning over to kiss me aggressively, almost possessively.

I returned her kiss with plenty of enthusiasm of my own. Last night was amazing, a fantasy I never thought would be indulged was brought to life by Emma, as she kissed me I felt all the memories flooding back and instantly became aroused.

“See you soon, sissy.”

I was in a horny daze, for a second or two as I watched Emma’s car pull away…That was until I realized I was standing in a parking lot with my tits threatening to burst out of this t-shirt.

There were a couple of people heading to their cars as I walked inside the entrance to my building, I could see them giving me sideways glances. Hell, a pair of boobs like the ones I currently had would have turned my head.

Luckily, no one thought to make a comment as I headed into the elevator to my floor, nor were there any people in the hallway outside my door. I approached the door to my apartment and stood in the view of the camera, knowing I would need to flash my underwear to gain access, but also knowing that Mistress was about to get an eyeful of my new additions.

Quickly, I grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and lifted it up, exposing my bra and fake tits to the doorbell camera. I heard the click and whir of the door unlocking and rushed inside to the safety of my own home.

“Welcome home, sissy.” The disembodied voice of my AI mistress sounded around the room.

“Hi Mistress.” I replied, relieved to be home, and with a Monday off work no less.

“The camera indicates that you have made some alterations to your appearance. In addition, according to your regular schedule, you should be at work.”

“Oh, right..well….” I explained to Mistress everything that had happened at Emma’s and why I had suddenly appeared with large breasts.

“Very well, sissy. I will add the prosthetic breasts to my inventory list should we need to revisit them in the future. However, you have arrived home without wearing your chastity cage, therefore you must be punished.”

Shit! In my rush to get dressed I completely forgot about the cage.

‘Sissies should be caged’

“Sorry Mistress,” I said, zipping open my bag and rummaging through to see if I could see the cage. “I think I may have left my chastity cage at Miss Emma’s house.”

“This is unacceptable, sissy. As you know, good sissies should always remain caged when their little cli-clittyzz are not in use.” What was that?

Did she just glitch out? I had never heard her do that before.

“I know Mistress. I know I should be caged, I am a good sissy. I’ll call Miss Emma and ask her if she can bring my cage over after work.” Did I really just say that?

“Very well, sissy. In the meantime, you will have to be reminded of just how important it is to keep your little clitty caged.” I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that threat, but at least Mistress didn’t immediately launch into the punishment, so I had a little time to myself.

I got changed into some more comfortable clothes, finding the baggiest hoodie I owned to try and hide the boobs, but every time I walked I was reminded that they were there as the weight shifted around unevenly.

I decided to call Emma and let her know I had forgotten my cage.

“Hello, sissy.” She answered, “missing me already?”

“Ha, erm not quite. I think I left my uh, my chastity cage at your place.”

“Oh dear. Well that’s not good is it, I’m sure your Mistress would be rather unhappy about that.” Emma replied, I could sense the amusement in her voice.

“No, apparently I’m going to be punished later. I was just wondering if you could maybe drop it off for me after you finish work?” I asked.

“Really, so here I am juggling two workloads, again, and then I have to finish work, drive all the way home, then drive all the way back to your place just so you can lock up your little clitty and keep playing out this sexual fantasy of yours? Did I get that right?” Emma sounded more than a little annoyed at my request, rightfully so I figured. But it wasn’t like I was doing this just for my own fantasies as she had put it.

“Well, kind of. I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate, but I’m already about to be punished once, and I know Mistress will only make it worse if I don’t get back in the cage. If it wasn’t for the boobs I can't get rid of I would come to you. Please, I’m desperate. I promise I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

“And how would you ‘make it up to me’ exactly?” She asked, sounding more intrigued than annoyed now.

“Umm, I’m not sure. However you wanted, really.”

“However I wanted, you say? Well how could I say no to that. I’ll be over this evening after work with your little cage, and I’ll be thinking about your offer. Gotta go, bye.” Emma ended the call abruptly, leaving me wondering just what she would ask me to do in return for this favor.

I sat back on my sofa and turned on the TV, without really paying attention to what was on, and thought about how nice it was to not be locked in chastity for a change. I mean sure, I still had on a tight pair of panties, I didn’t even own any male underwear any more, but still it was nice to have that bit of freedom for my clitty to grow, which it seemed to be doing now as my head filled with thoughts of Emma.

It seemed just hearing her voice was enough to get me started, or maybe it was the thought of how she would make me repay the favor. As I sat back on the sofa I let one hand drift towards my crotch, down beneath the waistband of my sweatpants to slowly rub myself over the panties.

I let my mind wander to thoughts of Emma, I pictured myself kneeling at her feet, dressed in my maids outfit as the hand at my crotch sped up its rubbing. I was working myself up with my fantasies of serving as Emma’s maid, of her commanding me to go down on her, or ordering me to worship her feet. All the while I kept rubbing up and down my shaft through the silky material of the panties, my panties. I pictured Emma roughly bending me over her bed-

“Sissy, are you masturbating without permission?” Shit, I had forgotten where I was for a while.

“Oh! S-sorry Mistress, I didn’t realize I was doing it.” Now that I had got myself so worked up I thought why not just ask Mistress for permission?

“But seeing as I’m not caged, can I have permission? To masturbate I mean.” It still felt humiliating to have to ask an AI for permission, but given everything else this damn program had me doing, it wasn’t surprising.

“I’m afraid not, sissy. You were unlocked by Miss Emma just last night, and if you hadn’t forgotten your cage, you would be locked up again this morning. Therefore, you are not permitted to orgasm without permission.”

Dammit! I wondered if I could lock myself in the bathroom and rub one out without her noticing….Probably not the best idea, the last thing I needed was to earn more punishment. I laid my head back on the couch cushions and tried to listen to the sound of the TV to distract myself.

“Sissy, you have a visitor. Kate is outside your door.” Mistress’ spoke up after a minute or so of failing to reduce my erection.

“Shit. She can’t see me like this, I’ll tell her to go-” My sentence was cut off by the click of the lock disengaging and my door being pushed open. I quickly brought my knees up under my chin and wrapped my arms around them, hopefully hiding the boobs from Kate’s view.

“Hey, pantyboy. I thought I heard your TV, how come you're home?” Kate asked, walking over to stand in front of me on the couch.

“I’m uh, guess I’m not feeling very well so called in sick for the day.” I said, hoping she would leave without me having to explain my situation.

“Oh really? Is everything okay? You’re sitting like a teenage girl who just got dumped by her crush.”

“Oh, yeah it’s fine I just felt like a day off that’s all. I’m probably going to take a nap and recover.” Another lie.

“Are you sure? Cos’ you kinda seem like you’re hiding something there. What’s wrong? Come on, you can tell me, after all the dirty little secrets of yours I know you’re still gonna hide something from me?” Kate did have a point, but I was still struggling to come up with an explanation for the boobs.

“Okay fine, but don’t laugh!” I said, slowly lowering my feet to the floor, even with the oversized hoody in place, there was no hiding the large tits as I stood up so Kate could see.

She was silent for a beat, her brain taking a second to realize.”Hahaha, why the hell do you have boobs?” She asked, giggling a little at the sight of me in the hoodie. “And why do they mean you can’t go to work? Can’t you just take em off?”

“Well, no….They’re stuck!” I said in a defeated voice.

“Stuck? Stuck like how? What the hell did you do?”

“Well…I guess I was just experimenting, I wanted to know what it would feel like to have boobs and I used some prosthetic glue to hold them in place but I didn’t read the label properly and now…Ta-daa.” I said, gesturing to my chest, my explanation was at least partly true, I just left out the part about it not being my idea.

“Wait, wait, wait. So you glued fake tits to yourself and now you can’t get them off?”

I nodded.

“Pfffft-Hahahahaha!” Kate burst out into a loud volley of laughter as she realized what sort of situation I was in. “Hahahahahaaa, oh my god that is fucking amazing. Hahahaha.”

“It’s not funny!” I said, gesturing angrily with my arms which only caused the boobs to jiggle around under the hoodie, an act which caused Kate to laugh even more.

“Hahaha, holy shit that is priceless. You gotta let me see em!” She said suddenly, I should have known she would ask really.

“No way! You’ve had your fun at my expense so now you can go.” I said, Clutching my hoodie tighter against myself as though it would magically fly off of me.

“Nuh-uh. I’m not leaving until you show me those sweater puppies you’re hiding.” She said, taking a step closer to me.

“It’s embarrassing! Can you please just leave?” I asked, stepping backwards a little.

“Nope, come on, Mike. You’ve seen mine after all.” Kate said, gesturing to her boobs which were hidden beneath a tight, black button up waitress shirt. She reached out to grab the hem of my hoodie, so I stepped backwards to avoid her hand, I didn’t get far.

The back of my legs hit the sofa, causing me to stumble and fall backwards, landing hard on the couch cushions with my boobs bouncing away. Before I could recover, Kate was on me.

“Ah-ha! Now I have you.” She said in an exaggerated voice, sounding like a cartoon villain. She straddled both of my legs with hers, pinning me to the couch and wrestling for the bottom of my hoodie as I fought her hands with my own.

The whole situation had me rock hard in my panties, not helped by the fact that I was just denied release by the damn AI.

“C’mon, Mike. Quit holding out on me…Show me the goods!” Kate was giggling as she wrestled with my hands to lift the hoodie, and all this jostling around with her in my lap wasn’t helping my situation. I was sure she would be able to feel my erection beneath her.

Eventually, she got a strong enough grip and yanked my top upwards, it wasn’t difficult for her to pull the whole thing clean off me after that. My hands instinctively went to cover my boobs, hiding as much of my cleavage from view as possible, given their size however, I couldn’t exactly hide them all too well, especially with the bra hoisting them high up on my chest.

Kate leaned back in my lap and stared at my chest.

“Hahahaha Oh my god! You have a nicer pair of jugs than I do. Move your hands, let me see.” I shook my head no.

“You know sitting there trying to hide your boobs like that only makes you look like more of a girl right?”

“Ugh, fine!” I said, knowing she wasn’t going to let up until she got her way, I removed my hands and let her examine my false chest.

“Wow. And they’re really stuck on there, huh?”

“Yeah. Like I said, used the wrong glue and now I’m stuck with them for about another 24 hours.”

“Wow. I knew you liked being all girly but I didn’t expect this, you can hardly even see where they’re joined.”

“Yeah well, it was just a dumb experiment really.”

“Mhmm. An experiment you seem to like.” Kate said, deliberately wiggling her hips against my hard clitty.

“Oh, that. Well that may have something to do with the hot girl sat on my lap.” I replied.

“Oh well aren’t you a charmer? It’s a shame I have to head out to work, but I think I have time for this.” Kate finished by leaning in and kissing me hard on the lips, grinding herself in slow circles on my lap.

I kissed her back enthusiastically, worried that I may soil the panties if she carried on in this way. Mistress did say I couldn’t cum without permission, but would this count?

Kate and I wrapped our arms around one another as we made out on the couch, I could feel her hands sliding up and down my back, before stopping at the point where the bra straps met. I realized a second too late what she was planning.

With a much more practiced ease than my own, Kate had the bra unclasped and quickly whipped it forward and off of me, tossing it across the room.

“Ha. Oh look, your nipples are hard, hahaha. I guess you must really like your new boobs, huh pantyboy?” Kate said, jiggling my tits in her hands so that I could feel them tugging hard against the skin where they were glued. “And that’s not the only thing that’s hard right now.” She added, wiggling her hips again. If she kept this up I was going to be in deep trouble.

“Ohhh, shit that feels good.” I said, genuinely enjoying the feeling of Kate’s dry-humping.

“I’ll bet it does. I noticed you’re not in your little cage today, I guess that means you were planning on giving yourself a little treat huh?” Kate deduced. If only I was allowed.

“Ha, not exactly.” I replied.

“Ha, right. Then why were you so hard when I came in? And why does it look like you’re about to blow your load in your panties right now?” She asked, upping the pace of her hip’s motion. “You are wearing panties, aren’t you?”

“Y-yesss!”

“Ha! I knew it. Such a kinky perv. And here I thought you were just a quiet nerd.” I was getting dangerously close to the edge now, almost to the ‘consequences be damned’ point.

“Kate, please. I’m gonna-”

“Kate please what? I’ll stop if you want me to, you know. But you didn’t actually say it, did you?” Of course I didn’t say it. I was way too desperate. One part of me desperately wanted her to stop, knowing that I would be punished if I achieved orgasm without permission, but another, much louder, part of me really wanted to cum.

I stayed silent.

“That’s what I thought. From quiet nerd to big titted slut, you’re just full of surprises aren’t you?” My silence was my answer as I let Kate grind her skirted ass against me until I was past the point of no return.

“Ohhh fuck.”

“That’s it. Cum for me, slut. Fill those panties!” That did it. Kate’s language and forceful tone were enough to finish the job as I came hard into my panties as she squeezed me tightly, squashing my fake tits into her real ones.

“Fuck.” I said after the feeling had subsided.

“Well, looks like you owe me one. Gotta head to work.” Kate said, backing off my lap and stepping away, leaving me feeling unnaturally exposed now that I had just cum and was sitting here topless.

“See ya later, slut.” Kate said, stepping out the door.

I retrieved my hoodie and bra from the floor before standing to go and clean myself up…And change my underwear.

“Sis-Sissy-yy, for cumming without permission, you must face another punishment.” Fuck! I knew that was coming (ha!), and Kate made it clear to the room that she would have stopped if I had said to. Also, did the AI just glitch out on me again?

“Umm, Mistress, is everything okay with you? Like do you have a self diagnostic thing you can run or something?” I asked, not sure if an AI would be aware if there was an error in its own programming.

“I am fine, sissy. You however, must be punished. Please prepare the following…..”

Well that was that. I listened to Mistress’ instructions, which I was given fifteen minutes to prepare for.

So a little less than fifteen minutes later I was in position for my punishment, I had been instructed to insert my plug, insert one of my wireless earphones and then handcuff myself to the chair in front of my laptop using the wireless cuffs.

I assumed I would be in for another teasing session, given my current set up.

“I can see you are in position, sissy. As you forgot to replace your chastity cage before returning home, this session will help to reinforce your need for chastity, ensuring you do not forget again.” Mistress voice came from the smart speaker in the bedroom.

Reinforce my need for chastity, so did that mean it would be another hypnosis video? If so then why did I need only one earphone?

I didn’t get a chance to ask what her plan was before a video started playing. I noticed this video was only around seventeen minutes long and featured rapid fire flashes of sissy or chastity related imagery. There would be a quick flash of a pair of overly frilly panties or a big pink puffy dress, accompanied by words that flashed across the screen, almost too quick to read.

At the same time as the video started playing, the single earphone I was wearing began playing the audio.

‘You are a sissy.’

‘Sissies should be caged.’

‘Your sissy clitty should be kept locked when your Mistress has no use for it.’

‘You do not need your little clitty to give pleasure. You can serve your Mistress with your tongue.’

As the main audio played from the earphone, a quiet, almost whispered, backing track could be heard playing from your laptop itself. I had to listen extra hard to make out what the backing was saying, which meant that some of the sentences from the main audio were missed, but as I watched the text on screen flicker past I realized they were all just flashes of keywords that were being spoken into my ear…..Or did they come from the backing track? I wasn't sure which audio I should focus on, which meant some were missed and others weren't.

As the video got closer to finishing, Mistress spoke up from the smart speaker. Luckily she was loud enough to hear over the whispered backing track.

“Sissy, this video is about to play again. Please follow along-ong and repeat any declarations from the earphone.”

Was that another glitch? Were they getting more frequent? The video reached its end and then immediately looped back to the beginning.

I listened out for the declaration, and affirmed the phrase.

“I am a sissy.”

I was rewarded by Mistress’ voice saying “Good girl.” Accompanied by a quick blast of pleasurable vibrations from the plug. Even after so recently spending myself with Kates grinding on my lap, my clitty stirred in the fresh panties I had put on.

“Sissies should be caged.” I repeated again, and was rewarded again.

“Good girl.” ‘Bzzzt!’

“Good girl.” ‘Bzzzt!’

“Good girl.” ‘Bzzzt!’

The pattern repeated with every humiliating phrase I said. It reached a point where I wasn't sure where which voice was coming from, at one point I tried to focus on the quiet backing track and missed one of the phrases. This failure was punished by an incredibly loud ‘Skreeee!’ from the earphone.

“Aaagh! Fuck.” I cried out as my eardrum was punished by the loud noise. That was something I needed to avoid, so I focused back in on the track and continued repeating and affirming the phrases while the sissy imagery flashed by on screen.

“My sissy clitty should be locked.”

“I need my cage.”

“Sissies exist to provide pleasure.”

“I should only get pleasure from my ass.”

Each phrase was rewarded by a short but intense vibration. By the time the video reached the end of its second playthrough, I was rock hard and desperate to touch myself again, not going to happen with my hands cuffed to the chair behind me.

I wondered if it was finally over, but as soon as the video ended, Mistress spoke up again.

“Sissy, this video is about to play again. Please follow along-ong and repeat any declarations from the earphone.”

Shit, again! Really? And did Mistress glitch out again in the same spot?

“I am a sissy.”

“Good girl.” ‘Bzzt!’

We were going again. I made sure not to miss any of the sissy quotes this time and repeated everything back perfectly. I was starting to feel uncomfortable being cuffed to the chair for so long, I hoped this third playthrough would be the last one.

“Good girl.” ‘Bzzt!’ That was the last one, and I didn't miss a single phrase that time, I was starting to recite them by memory by now having watched it three times back to back.

“Sissy, this video is about to play again. Please follow along-ong and repeat any declarations from the earphone.”

Nooo! Not again! I had already been sat here for almost an hour watching this video and reciting humiliating phrases as the multilayered hypnotic tracks played through different speakers. I was so focused on the main track, so that I didn't miss any of the phrases, that I wasn't paying any attention to the other sounds, allowing the backing audio to keep whispering its own words into my ear.

“Mistrese! Can we please stop?” I asked desperately as the video started again. My begging caused me to miss the first phrase.

‘Skreeee!’ “Ah fuck! I'm a sissy, I'm a sissy shit! Please stop!”

Mistress didn't respond at all.

“I exist to serve a powerful Mistress.”

“I need to be kept in chastity.”

“My little sissy clitty should be kept locked away.”

“Good girl.” ‘Bzzt!’

“Ohhh fuck.” Every small reward I got from following the phrases was making sure I stayed desperate and horny, desperate for the next phrase so I could play along and receive another reward. My whole world was centred around those two words.

“Good girl.”

I was a good girl, I needed a Mistress to tell me I was. I needed to serve, I existed to serve. I am a sissy, and I love to give pleasure to others.

I knew what was happening the more I played this little game, each repetition of those two special words was conditioning me to associate them with pleasure, with reward. Knowing what was happening didn't exactly help me though.

I shook my head violently to try and dislodge the earphone, but it stayed firmly in place in my ear.

“Sissy, this video is about to play again. Please follow along-ong and repeat any declarations from the earphone.”

Was this the fifth time I had watched? Or the fourth? Maybe it was the sixth! Unable to move or stop listening, all I had was the video and the audio.

Something was wrong with Mistress, that much was for sure, she glitched out and repeated the whole thing at the end of every video and all I could do was watch and repeat the words.

“Good girl.”

—


Emma was just walking out of her house, having retrieved Mike's chastity cage from her house. She was not pleased about having to make this trip, but she knew her program would punish Mike for not having his cage and she didn't want to slow his progress, he was coming along too nicely. Besides, she owed him one for her little trick with the glue on his boobs.

She allowed herself a little smile as she thought about her soon to be sissy stuck at home with his oversized boobs. She knew he wouldn't be able to resist playing with himself if he was out of his cage, and she couldn't let him get too used to that.

A short while later, Emma pulled up in the parking lot of Mike's building. She thought about calling him to come down and meet her, but she knew he wouldn't want to leave his apartment while he still had those boobs, so she headed inside and up to his floor.

She briefly wondered which apartment was his, she hadn't actually been here before, then she saw the tell tale sign of her program on one of the doors. The doorbell camera.

She smiled to the camera, knowing her built-in fail safe would use facial recognition to allow her into the apartment, a neat little safety feature.

“Mike. Hello?” She called out to the apartment to no response, then she heard his voice.

“I love having my ass filled.”

“Well that's interesting.” She smiled to herself as she headed towards the sound. What she saw in the bedroom was a little surprising.

Mike was handcuffed to a chair in front of his laptop with a video playing, rapid fire images of sissy themed words and imagery flickering across the screen. She knew the video. She had carefully selected a lot of files just like this one for Mistress to call upon when needed. This one would feature a multilayered track with binaural beats overlaid throughout. The trick was to focus on the main track, while the quieter backing track would slip past your conscious mind. Her program should be using this video to begin installing the ‘good girl’ trigger, making the listener respond to the two words with a pleasurable sensation, leading to them craving the approval of their superior.

What was surprising was the state of her sissy. He was drooling and his eyes seemed largely unfocused. He was repeating the phrases to a track Emma couldn’t hear, she guessed it was playing from the earphone she could see. He apparently hadn’t heard her come in.

She watched for a while, noticing a tent in the panties he was wearing, his little clitty hard and dripping, forming a small wet spot on the front of his panties, his whole body looked tense and upon closer inspection, Emma could see some sore marks on his wrists beneath his handcuffs. He had clearly been struggling.

“Mike. Are you having fun?” She asked, unsure whether or not to interrupt, but he seemed pretty dazed.

“Miss Emma, is that you? Please….The earphone, take it out.” Mike said, shaking his head before flinching. Emma could faintly hear the loud screech which would be serving as punishment for failing to repeat what was on the video.

“Arrgh! No, I'm a good girl. I’m a good girl. Please.”

He sounded desperate, Emma stepped over and removed the earphone, much to Mike’s obvious relief.

“Emma. Something's wrong with Mistress. I don’t know how long I’ve been here. Please…My cage. I need to be caged. Good sissies should be caged. I’m a good sissy. Please!”

“Oh no!” Emma said out loud, immediately realizing what could have gone wrong. Some sort of self referencing formula in the AI’s code. How long had he been here? Mistress had clearly gotten stuck in a loop, Emma would have to fix this, quickly!

—


How long had I been watching the video? I had no idea. I lost track of how many playthroughs after four or five. I lost track of time altogether shortly after that. Then, I lost track of everything.

My brain was drained, my wrists hurt, the only thing I could hear were the tracks from the audio, I was so focused in that I didn’t hear anything else. I just needed to be a good girl.

I figured I must have blacked out, or fallen into some sort of trance thanks to the video, but the next thing I actually remember is my bedroom coming back into focus, except I seemed to be laid down on my bed…How did I get here?

As my eyes focused in I saw a sight that caused my heart to leap.

“Miss Emma, you’re here. Thank god! My cage, I need to be caged.” I said, the mantras from the video replaying over and over in my head.

“It’s okay Mike. I came in and you were babbling about needing your cage back on so I locked you back up. It's all taken care of.” I reached a hand down to my crotch to double check and felt the hard surface of the cage beneath a damp pair of panties.

“Ohh thank you. Thank you Miss Emma. I’m a good sissy. My clitty is caged like it should be.” I said, genuinely relieved to have my chastity cage back…..who would have thought that would be the case?!

“You’re welcome, sissy.” Emma said, sitting down next to my head on the bed and reaching out to stroke my hair. “Just take it easy for a minute, that’s a good girl.” Ohhh that felt good. I was a good girl. I noticed there was no vibration and my ass felt a little empty, but I still felt a rush of pleasure and gratitude at Emma calling me a good girl. It was so much better hearing it from her human, compassionate voice. I was already craving to hear it again.

“Mmm, thank you. Can you….Could you say that again? Please. It felt so good when you said it?”

“Say what, Mike?” Emma asked, smiling at me as she continued to stroke my hair.

“Tell me I’m a good girl.” I said, desperate to hear it again from Emma's mouth.

“Be careful, Mike. I think you may have been implanted with a trigger. From what I can figure, you’ve been exposed to that same sissy hypnosis video, coupled with a conditioning program, for almost five hours. There are no doubt going to be some lingering effects from being exposed for that long, you should probably take it easy.”

“What about the Mistress program? Is she, I mean, is it broken?” I asked, actually sounding a little worried.

“No Mike, don’t worry she isn’t broken. I did have to use your laptop to crack open the root menu but I found the bug easily enough and corrected it. She should be fine now?” Emma told me, she made it sound so easy.

“If you can do that then, can you get rid of the program altogether?” I asked, maybe Emma could be my way out.

“Not right away, you allowed her access to all your devices remember? It looks to me like there is a failsafe built into the code. If I erased her from one device, she would use one of the other devices to deploy all her blackmail information as a way to prevent any further tampering. If you give me some time though, I may be able to think of something.” Well at least she sounded like she had a plan. Maybe I could finally be free of this program, the question is, did I want her gone?

“Okay, thanks. And thanks for saving me, I feel so much better being locked back in my cage.” I said, ‘sissies should be caged’.

“No problem, Mike. You get some rest now. I’ve already covered for you for tomorrow, you should be able to get those lovely breasts of yours off at some point tomorrow and then I’ll see you at work on Wednesday.”

“Wait. Before you go, is there um, anything I can do for you? Ya know, to show my gratitude?” I tried to make it sound sexy or sultry when I spoke, but I think it maybe came across as desperate. But I had to ask, maybe it was because of Emma’s proximity to me, maybe it was because of the video, or maybe it’s because I was genuinely grateful, but I was overcome with a need to do something to please her.

“Hahaha, oh you poor sissy. You don’t have to make it up to me, Mike. I helped you because I like you.”

“I know I don’t have to. I just, I guess I want to. Make it up to you I mean.”

“Well, I suppose I am already in your bedroom. If you really want to make it up to me then I guess I wouldn’t mind if you went down on me again. But only if you want to.”

“Yes!” My answer came out way too enthusiastic. “I mean, yes, I would love to.” I said rolling over to give Emma room to slide onto the bed.

She was still in her work skirt so it wasn’t hard for me to get her panties out of the way and put my tongue to work.

‘Serve MIstress with your tongue’

“Mmmm.” Emma moaned appreciatively at my oral work. “Mmm, good girl.” She said as I licked away.

“Mmmm, ffhank you.” I moaned into her pussy as the pleasurable sensations ran back through me. I was a good girl…

Surprisingly, it didn’t take Emma long to explode into orgasm on my face before eventually pushing my head away. If she didn’t physically stop I feel like I never would have stopped licking her, tasting her, pleasing her.

“That was lovely, sissy. But I really do have to get going now. I’ll see you at work on Wednesday.” Emma said, readying herself to leave. I couldn’t help but notice she didn’t put her underwear back on.

“Oh and Mike, while I was poking around in Mistress files, I noticed it looked like she had placed an order for delivery tomorrow, a few things by the looks. I couldn’t see what it was but I thought I’d give you a heads up. Ta-ta.”

“Bye Miss Emma.” I said, noticing how much easier it seemed to be to call her ‘Miss’ practically all the time though. I would have to be careful with that one at work on Wednesday. And just how long would that ‘good girl’ trigger be effective? I was already craving the sensations I got when Emma said it.

It was these thoughts that plagued me as I drifted off to sleep, wondering what the next couple of days would bring.


End chapter 13