The Second Option: Cruel Goddess or Constant Slave

Chapter Three

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.