Digital dominatrix chapter 10

Throughout all of human history, there has been one constant.... horny people don't make good choices. I mean hell, the Trojan war started after someone ran off with Helen of Troy.  

Adultery, affairs and so many divorces all usually boil down to one thing. Someone was thinking with their crotch. Clearly I was no different. If I was, I wouldn't have made the decision to extend the Mistress programs runtime. But I wasn't thinking clearly, and that leads us to Sunday.

I woke up on Sunday morning incredibly satisfied with myself. Although I knew I was facing a chastity sentence of 3 days minimum, I had slept with Kate last night. It would take more than an AI Mistress to kill my mood today. I got dressed and headed into my living room.

"Morning Mistress." I said, waking the smart speaker.  

"Good morning, slave. I have a task for you today as punishment for last night's indiscretion. I have made an online booking for you for 11:30. The location has been pinned on your GPS app and I have outlined all the details of your appointment on the online request form. Do not be late!"

What the hell could that mean? I spent the rest of the morning worrying about what appointment she could have possibly made for me. I checked the pin she had marked on the app and noticed that it was taking me back to the mall, based on what I could see with a quick location search. She was sending me to a salon.

I spent some time having breakfast and washing some clothes, including all my female underwear, seeing as I hadn't been asked to wear any today.

I decided to text Kate before I left, telling her how much fun I had last night. With that done, I was ready to head out to my mystery appointment.  

"Mistress, I'm heading out."

"Excellent. Make sure you are not late for your appointment, I will know if you do not arrive at your destination on time. All arrangements have been for you. All you need to do is give your name when you arrive."

That still didn't give me much to go on, but I headed to the mall again and made my way to where the GPS app led me. I was right about it being a salon, but I still had no clue what I was letting myself in for. Well, let's get this over with.

I took a deep breath and headed into the salon. The whole left wall was lined with mirrors, the floors were tiled white and there were large chairs dotted around the main space. There was a desk off to the right as I entered with what I assumed was a receptionist sat behind it.  

"Umm, hi," I said, nervously. "I'm Mike, I think I have an 11:30 appointment."

The young receptionist smiled cheerfully before responding.

"Oh so you're Mike. Chantelle was asking about you. Errr, did you fill everything out online correctly?" She asked, tilting her head in what looked like confusion.

"Umm, yeah. Yeah I filled everything out right." I replied, starting to panic a little at the upcoming appointment.  

"Okay then, well, if you're sure. I'll let Chantelle know you're here."

Not long later, I was sitting in one of the large chairs off towards the far wall of the salon, there were 3 other customers in some of the other chairs, all women. I was the only male in the whole salon, staff included.

"Okay, so I've reviewed all the info from your online form and it seems straight forward enough, are you ready to get started sweety?" The beautician asked me, still not giving any indication as to what treatment I was having. I was under strict instruction from Mistress to go along with whatever she had booked.  

"Yup, ready when you are." I said with far more conviction than I actually had.  

"Okay then, I'll get to work." She said, hitting a button and causing the chair to recline, leaving me in a laid back position.

"Okay now, I'm gonna need to take off your shoes and socks, and if you could just keep your feet rested on this little shelf here... great. And your hands should be rested on these rests at the end of the arms like so... Awesome. Let's get to work."

So my shoes and socks were removed and my hands were in position, so I assumed I was booked in for some kind of mani-pedi deal. That was when 2 other girls came over to my seat and got to work.

One of them went to my left hand and started sizing it up and the other one went behind the chair, telling me to keep my head rested all the way back as she began rubbing around my forehead, this was unexpected.  

The girl at my head kept me from looking down towards my hands or feet, so I had no idea what the others were doing. There was filing and buffing going on, I could tell that much. The girl at my head bent down low and a pair of tweezers appeared in my peripheral vision, I was getting my eyebrows plucked! She started going to town on my eyebrows with the tweezers while I could smell a strong chemical scent... was that nail polish?

I could feel small brush strokes being made on my finger and toenails. Eventually one of the girls spoke.

"So is this the first time you've had this kind of stuff done?" The one at my feet asked.

"Yeah, it is. Just trying something new I guess." I replied.  

"Well this is a bold colour choice for your first time hun. But it's looking really good so far." 

"Oh umm, thanks. Can't wait to see the results." I said, lying was becoming too natural at this point.  

Eventually, the girls were all finished with their work, and after a blast with some sort of heat lamp one of the girls spoke up.

"Okay hun, I think you're all done. Wanna see the results?" Truthfully, I really didn't. But I had to keep up appearances. I steeled myself for the upcoming reveal as the girls raised my chair back to its seated position.

"Ta daaa! What do you think?" Chantelle asked me as I stared in shock. The first thing I saw was my eyebrows, they had been plucked into a high, thin arch. They gave me a near constant surprised expression. Next was my finger nails, they were now perfectly oval shaped and had been painted a hot pink colour. Thankfully, they didn't extend too much beyond my finger tips, but with their new shape and colour they were obviously hyper feminine. My toenails had been tidied up and painted to match my fingers.  

"Wow!" Was all I could think to say.

"I know right. They came out great. Now I'll just grab your at home kit and you're good to go." 

What the hell was the at home kit? I wondered to myself as the beautician disappeared behind a counter somewhere, giving me a chance to put my socks and shoes back on, hiding my feminized feet from view. As I got ready to leave, she came over with a white paper bag bearing the feminine logo of the salon.  

"Here ya go. This stuffs pretty strong so make sure you read the instructions carefully before you use it kay." 

"Oh, yeah sure. Thanks." I mumbled out my reply and with a quick and insincere thanks I made my way out of the salon.  

Before I could get far through the mall, I got a notification from Mistress.

'Slave, your GPS tells me you have left the salon. I expect you to travel straight home to complete the rest of your task. Do not dawdle.'

Ha, like I wanted to be seen walking around with a girly shopping bag and pink nails. I was too embarrassed to look through the no doubt humiliating contents of the salon bag so I still had no idea what was actually in there. I made my way straight home as the Mistress commanded and announced my presence.

"Welcome home, slave. I hope you like your new nails. You should have been given a bag to bring home with you."

"Yeah, I got the bag Mistress."

"Excellent. In the bag should be an at home full body hair removal kit. Make sure you follow the instructions carefully before carrying out your next task. You must use the hair removal kit to remove all the hair from your neck down. You will present yourself for inspection when you have completed the task."

Remove all my hair! This day couldn't get any worse. There was no way I wanted to disobey and risk extending my time in chastity, not when I had a good thing going with Kate. Now that we had hooked up once, it was inevitable that as soon as we were both free, it would be happening again, and I couldn't really do that with a cage on my cock now could I? Besides, no one would see my bare legs... well no one except Kate maybe. I stripped off everything and stood in my shower. The instructions told me to cover all parts of my body that I wanted to remove hair from with the strong smelling cream. I had to work to lather up my crotch area with the cage still in place but I got it all.

After waiting as long as it said on the packaging, I switched on the shower and let the water wash away all my hair. It was an incredibly emasculating feeling as I watched my manly body hair wash down the drain in a spiral of hair and foam.  

I dried myself after I had washed all the hair off my body and stood in the bathroom, checking out my hairless self. Looking down I couldn't help but notice how feminine my legs now looked, smooth and hairless and capped off with pink toenails. My hands were equally feminized thanks to the nails and of course the fact that there was now no hair on my hands or wrists. What the hell was I going to do at work tomorrow?

I walked back into my living room with a towel wrapped around me and stood where I knew the camera could see.  

"Mistress, I'm finished." I said out loud so the speaker could hear me... not that it was necessary, for all I knew Mistress could always see me thanks to cameras.

"Very good slave. Please make sure you are naked for your inspection."

I dropped the towel and shuffled it aside so I was completely exposed.  

"Very nice, now slowly turn your body a full 360 degrees."

I did as she asked, feeling overly scrutinized as I assumed Mistress was inspecting my ass and the backs of my legs for hair.  

"Excellent work slave. Enjoy the rest of your day. Please make sure you do not damage your nails."

"Umm, Mistress. How long do I have to keep these nails for?" I asked as I picked up the towel to hide my naked, hairless legs.

"As punishment for failing to follow orders yesterday, your new nails will be in place for one week from today. Your eyebrows may be allowed to grow back naturally."

"A week? But what about work? What about Kate? People are going to ask questions."

I got the pre determined, emotionless response I expected.  

"You should have thought about that before you disobeyed my orders slave."

Fuck! I moped around the rest of Sunday doing not much of anything. I did get a text back from Kate saying she enjoyed last night also, which was a nice boost. But it also left me panicked as I thought about the implications of her seeing me naked in my current condition.  

A little later in the evening I got a phone call... from Emma. This was weird.

"Hello." I answered.

"Oh hey Mike. Hope you don't me calling you, just wanted to make sure everything was... Okay." Emma said.

"Umm okay? Sure why wouldn't they be?" I said, almost forgetting how our last encounter had ended.  

"Well just the way you ran off on Friday after the elevator. I feel terrible, I hope I didn't overstep at all. I was just surprised to see you wearing.... you know..... that." She said.  

"Oh. Yeah, I guess you caught me off guard, I totally forgot I had it on, and I was just surprised you spotted it. Maybe more surprised that you knew what it was so easily." I replied, hoping to put her mind at ease. None of this was her fault really.  

"Oh Mike, I'm old enough to have been around the block a few times haha. And I may be a little older than you but I still know how to have a little fun. Anyway I just wanted to make sure you were still coming into work tomorrow, didn't want you thinking it would be uncomfortable. I enjoy working with you Mike, you can't leave me in the office with just Jake, can you imagine how boring that would be?!" She said with a laugh.

"Haha yeah I guess I couldn't do that to you, yeah I'll be in work tomorrow don't worry."

"Oh good! So, now that the cats out of the bag, I hope you don't mind me asking, will you be wearing.... 'it' tomorrow?" Emma asked after a slight pause. I figured I may as well just admit it to her, no point in hiding it now.

"Unfortunately yes, I will still be in it tomorrow." I replied, not thinking about my word choice.

"Unfortunately? You mean you don't have the keys? Who has them?" Emma asked quickly.  

"Oh, umm, actually there aren't any keys. It's a bluetooth device. You control it with your phone and set a time lock type thing so... yeah. I'm kinda stuck." Emma didn't immediately respond, I wondered if she heard me right. "Emma? You there?"

"Yes, I'm here." She sounded a little breathless as she spoke. "So I guess that means you're wearing it now then?" She asked me.

"Yeah. Unfortunately I am." 

"Oh! I think I just realized something Mike. I gotta... hah... gotta go. Bye!" She hung up before I could respond. What was that all about? I wondered, she definitely sounded a little weird at the end of that call. Guess I would see her tomorrow.  

I spent the rest of the evening chilled out before heading to bed. My newly smooth legs felt good as I climbed into bed under the sheets. It took me a while to get to sleep now that my arousal from the day's events came rushing through my head.

I woke up to my alarm the following morning and dragged myself out of bed, my cock was aching with a failed attempt at a morning erection. I grabbed my usual work shirt and pants but figured I'd better check in with Mistress before getting dressed.  

Before I could even speak up this time, Mistress' voice came from the speaker.

"Good morning slave. From here on out, I will be using the motion sensor system to detect your presence. I believe you have work today. You will need your thong and your stockings before you leave the house."

Great. I briefly considered the implications of the motion sensor system and cameras being used against me, but I had to get ready for work. As I pulled on the stockings over my newly smooth legs, I felt an electric sensation at the feeling. Everything was so... soft, so smooth. I was trying to get hard in my cage almost straight away!

A short while later I was fully dressed and ready to head out to work. The short trip to work was made with my hands covered by a small pair of black gloves, hiding the pink nails on my hands from view, a guy outside wearing gloves was no big deal really, the problem was when I got to the office, there was no justifiable reason for me to keep wearing gloves in the office. I figured I would keep them on until I got to my desk, no one could see my hands as I worked. But there was no doubt Emma would be wheeling her way over at some point.  

I said a cursory 'hey' to Jake and Emma as I made my way to my own workspace and got set up for the day. It was Monday so we would all be busy compiling the combined reports from last week, this gave me at least an hour or two of peace and quiet to work before Emma found enough free time to slide over into my cubicle. I quickly balled up my hands into fists and lowered them to my sides.

"Hello Mike." She said with a coy smile on her face. My own face instantly flushed as I recalled our conversation from last night.

"Hi Emma. How was your weekend?" I asked, knowing that it was me she was more interested in talking about.

"Oh it was fine, nothing exciting. But I'm more interested in your weekend. I'm guessing it was a 'frustrating' one for you?" She asked.

"Well, not totally, I wasn't wearing the... you know, all weekend." I told her.

"Oh really? So I guess you managed to have a little fun-" She stopped talking mid sentence as she seemed to notice something. "Mike, did you get your eyebrows done?" She asked in a shocked voice.

Shit! I was so distracted by the fingernails that I had completely forgotten about my feminine eyebrows. This was my first mistake. The second mistake was that as soon Emma mentioned the eyebrows I instinctively reached up to cover them up with my hands, exposing my nails in the process.  

"And your nails too! Oh my god Mike!" Emma exclaimed loudly.  

"Shhhh! Emma keep it down!" I said, glancing towards Jake's desk to make sure he hadn't overheard. Thankfully he never looked up; he was probably used to us two by now.  

"Sorry Mike, but what the hell? Last week the underwear and now this. The eyebrows, the nails, the chastity cage. Mike... is this some kind of kink thing? Are you a..... a sissy?"

I was stunned at the question. It was easy to think of my older coworker as an entirely non-sexual being, but the truth was she was anything but. She was a woman who clearly knew more than she let on.  

"What. No way, that's not what this is, it's just a little fun that's all." I said.

"A little fun. Really?" She said in obvious disbelief. "There's a word for people who find this sort of thing fun you know. Sissy!"

"Stop saying that! That's not what this is. I told you it's just a bet that got a little out of hand. That's all." I said, trying to sound firm.

"Mmhmm, sure it is. You wanna know what I think Mike?" She asked.  

"I'm sure you're going to tell me anyway." I said with a sigh.

"I think that the 'fitness program' that you downloaded a while ago, wasn't a fitness program at all. I think it was some kind of female domination/humiliation thing. That's why you're in a bluetooth cage and not a normal one. That's why you always had one eye on your phone last week right? And I did hear something about a spanking as you left the elevator. I think you like being humiliated a little. So why don't you just come clean?"

I didn't know what to say. I knew Emma was smart, but I didn't know she would know enough about this sort of thing to work out what was really going on. She always seemed so straight laced and professional. But then again I had never worn panties to work until last week either.

I figured I may as well just admit the truth, if she knew then I guess she might be able to help me out of it, and at least she would understand the weird behaviour a little.

"Okay. You're right, it was what you said it was. It's a... digital Dominatrix program that's making me do all this weird stuff. It's programmed to humiliate me and I guess it's working a lot better than I thought because I'm stuck with her for longer than I wanted. Please don't think less of me Emma. I swear it was just supposed to be a little fun." I said, not looking at her as I spoke.

"Mike, it's okay. I get it, you're a single guy right? Living alone, I'm not dumb you know. I understand what kind of 'needs' you younger guys have. Did you know my ex husband used to like it when I tied him up in bed?" I would have thought nothing Emma said would shock me but here I was, stunned again by something she said.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah he loved it, truth is... I did too! I used to love tying him up and teasing him a little. Putting him over my knee for the occasional spanking or two. It's one of the few things I miss about him to be honest. Hell maybe I should have locked him in chastity then that bastard wouldn't have cheated on me haha."

"Emma I... don't know what to say to that." I said.

"Oh it's okay Mike, it's been a few years now and I'm over it, I guess the way you were acting last week, all embarrassed and submissive, got me a little... let's say 'worked up'." She said, "Anyway, seeing as you're obviously stuck with this program for a while longer, does that mean you're still wearing panties under your clothes?" 

I figured there was no point lying about it now.

"Yep. A thong and stockings today, plus my toenails match my finger nails, and my whole body is shaved. Hooray for me." I added, sarcastically.  

"Oh wow! That I have to see!" She replied.  

"What? No way, I think you've seen enough of me as it is." The turn the conversation had took had me trying to get hard all over again.

"Okay but, the pictures from last week. What were they all about?" Emma asked.

I explained to her about the underwear checks that happened randomly throughout the day.  

"Ohh so that explains it I guess. So you've been sneaking off to the bathroom to take naughty pictures of yourself haha that's amazing!" 

"It's not amazing. It's embarrassing." I said.

"Isn't that the point? You obviously like this sort of stuff or you wouldn't be in this mess." Guess she had me there, but I didn't expect it to get this far.

Just then my phone vibrated.

'Slave, it is time for a panty check. Please send a photo of your thong, with the stockings in view. You have 15 minutes. Failure will result in punishment.'

"Is that her?" Emma asked.  

"Yup. Gotta go, picture time." I sighed

I left my desk before Emma could object or add anything else. Being careful to walk with my hands in my pockets to the bathroom.  

By the time returned from sending the picture to Mistress, Emma was back at her desk and back to work. She didn't say much else throughout the rest of the day, work kept us both busy enough.  

Eventually I was done for the day and packed up my desk, put the gloves back on, and headed out.

"Later guys." I said to both Emma and Jake as I quickly took my leave.  

Before too long I was making my way through the building and back to my apartment. As I got off the elevator to my floor, I saw there was a delivery guy heading towards me.

"Oh hey, what apartment you in?" He asked quickly.

I told him the apartment number and my name.

"Great, package for you." He said, handing me a wrapped parcel before stepping into the elevator and disappearing.

What the hell had Mistress ordered now? I stepped into my apartment and was about to open the package when Mistress spoke up.

"Welcome home slave. I have received delivery confirmation of my latest order, this is good news."

"Yeah I got a package here, what the hell is it this time?" I asked.

"While analysing the footage from your apartment cameras. I have noticed that your apartment is rather untidy. Today, we are going to fix that. Inside the package you have just received are some items and clothing that will help you achieve this."

Items to help me achieve a tidy apartment. I did not like the sound of that.  

End chapter 10