The Second Option: Cruel Goddess or Constant Slave

Chapter Four

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 s****l 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 s****l 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.