A.I.Dentity - Chapter Twenty One (Patreon)

Book Three begins here...

Leslie's cheeks burned with strain.  His smile felt stretched too wide and too long, feeling unnatural and awkward.  His lips trembled at the edges as he held it for the lens.

He could see the vague reflection of himself in the reflective black monitor. A monitor that showed nothing, save for the little green light where the camera was watching him.

The green light stared back, steady, unforgiving.

"Mistress... please turn off the camera..."

He had begged almost immediately upon sitting down, the green light causing his heart rate to pound. 

This was more footage of him like this. More blackmail. More ways for her to control him.

Her annoyingly sexy, calm voice came from the speakers.

Punishment correction requires you to be seen.

“…but Mistress…”

Good girls do not argue. Your time-safe countdown has been extended by twenty minutes. Your time in chastity is set to one day, eleven hours, forty-two minutes and seven seconds.

That was half an hour ago. Maybe more. Time had once again ceased to exist during punishment. 

Blow kiss.

He was pulled from his thoughts, the anxiety he felt with every command and correction causing his heart to skip a beat.  He performed the now perfunctory action he had been doing over and over. 

Always the same pattern. 

Smile for the camera. Corrections… every one of them fine-tuning his smile to make him softer, more feminine… prettier…

…and then just as his face began to feel like a mask of torture, the instruction to blow a kiss.

His heart beat faster. 

How many times have I done this?

He did not know.  What he did know was that he had yet to do it correctly without adding a punishment time to his safe.

His hand lifted slowly, fingers curling delicately at the wrist, palm turning inward.   Every single, almost imperceptible movement was carefully recreated from how he had been instructed so far.

There was so much to remember.

He dared not disobey the command. Just the corrections alone for this action had added who knows how many twenty-minute additions to his time lock so far.

The nails caught the edge of his vision first… pink polish still glossy with the feminine tips that made his hand look as if he borrowed it from someone else.

He watched the nails rise into frame, the reflection ghosting in the black monitor, a pale hand floating toward a face that was the sexy female version of his own… strawberry strands of hair framing his blushing cheeks.

The pink-tipped fingers brushed his lips… still puffed and swollen from filler that still felt foreign…there was a slight opening in the center, where the filler caused him to have a permanent open mouth.  It took actual effort to close that natural, tiny opening now.  An effort that was currently being punished by time additions. 

The touch of the nails on his lips was as light as breath, his lips tingling where polish met the plump curve.

He puckered slowly, lips pushing out in that practiced pout she had drilled over and over and over… 

…how much time has been added to perfect this expression?

The reflection showed a girl with the perfect pout, her lower lip full and glistening with gloss, her upper lip bowing perfectly.

The feel of it hit then… the soft flesh of his lips pressing fingertips. His lips warm and yielding, the plump shape giving way just enough to mold around the pads of his fingers, a wet slickness as they sealed together.

In the dim reflection, her mouth looked sexualized, swollen and shiny, begging in a way that twisted his gut, her lips parting slightly around fingers like they craved more than a kiss.

He pulled back gradually, lips popping softly off the fingers.

The blown kiss sailed invisible toward the dark screen and the dim reflection of the sexy girl. His eyes stayed locked on the reflection…that mouth, pink and ready… 

…his brain wanted that mouth on his… on him… on the thing inside his cage…

…his brain would not stop fantasising about those lips, wrapping around his cock, sucking slow and eager.

…and while his lustful brain summoned image after image of the porn reflection, his brain also knew those lips were his… recoiling from the thought. 

Lust spiked traitorously, the cage throbbing crushed in lavender lycra as he imagined the girl in the reflection on her knees, eyes up, taking him deep till she gagged, tears smudging mascara. The girl in the reflection already had wet eyes, trying to hold back tears. 

Leslie blinked, willing the tears of frustration back.

The hand lowered…trembling…

…don’t fuck this up… not again…

His nails glinted mockingly as they vanished from frame, the mouth in the monitor left parted, glistening, a promise and a threat he could not escape.

Another throb…another liquid leak warm into his panties, the lust turning inward

…god, she is so hot… I want to fuck that mouth so bad…

…what the fuck is wrong with me?

The green light never blinked, recording it all.

The girl in the reflection, still on the brink of tears, slowly smiled.  It was a perfectly posed Instagram model smile, becoming instinctive with practice despite not feeling remotely natural. The girl stared blankly back at him, waiting for the next command. 

Good girl, Leslie. Hold the smile for thirty seconds.

A sense of pride and accomplishment filled him.  He had completed the entire ‘blow kiss’ command without a correction.  He wasn’t sure at this point, but he thought that might be a first.

Her voice sliced the silence again. The annoyingly arousing dominant commanding voice.

Relax the corners of your mouth, Leslie. Let them soften downward for that shy allure.

He tried.

Tears threatened to fall.  He was trying, and yet the corrections kept coming.  More and more detailed… more and more difficult to remember and obey.

He was trying so hard to comply. 

Yet every success was met with another failure, and the commands became increasingly exacting.

His smile had been too wide, jaw wired too tight… he knew it as soon as he did it. 

He focused on the corners, willing them to drop a hair, the curve turning subtler, teasing instead of forced.

His muscles fought back, trembling from the strain of the last half hour, but they eased a touch, the expression shifting to a more shy look in the dim reflection.

The pretty girl gazed back at him, lips plump and naturally parted in that whisper gap the filler forced them to have.

She did not praise…

…nor did she punish. 

He took it as a small victory.

How long will this smiling punishment last?   God, how long have I been doing this?

The few nibbles of salad he had eaten seemed like hours ago. His stomach grumbled, and he tried hard not to break eye contact with his reflection.  

Squint your eyes gently. Crinkle the corners so the smile reaches them.

He blinked back the tears again. 

His face actually hurt from smiling this way. 

He tried. The corners of his eyes crinkled very faintly. He had already been punished for squinting too much and causing wrinkles. He tried to make the squint soft… like he had a secret.

…just as she had instructed…

The tension in trying to control the squint crept.  His forehead furrowed, the crinkle strained, and his plump lips parted wider in concentration.

Forehead tension. You have already received this correction three times. Twenty minutes added for the flaw. Your time in chastity is set to one day, eighteen hours, fifty-four minutes, and thirty-seven seconds.

The beep cut cold from the safe, the timer swelling upward.

Panic spiked sharply again in his chest.

I’m trying. Can’t she see I’m trying?

He wanted to beg… to protest… but that would only cause her to add more time. 

…another twenty minutes…

He was approaching a full two days more… earning time far quicker than it was counting down.

I have to figure out how to stop this… I have to get…

His forehead was wrinkling again, and he forced it smooth.  He focused on the crinkles in his eyes and then the damnable curve of his lips in the reflection.

…god she’s so fucking hot…

…I’m so fucking hot…

Throb.

Squirt.

Ache.

The reflection looked like the sexiest fem-boy he had ever seen while scrolling.  He would have stopped on her for sure.  He would have done more than stop.  He would have saved… bookmarked… 

Tilt your chin down two degrees, gaze up through your lashes, showing vulnerability.

Throb.

I have to get out… I have to cum…

He dipped his chin slowly. The gaze of the sexy girl reflected at him, lifting coyly under lashes, strawberry strands framing the pretty face. The tilt was submissive, her eyes up and pleading. The reflection shook him.  

…it looks like I’m begging to…

Too far. Chin up slightly. You have now been told this three times. Twenty minutes added. Your time in chastity is set to one day, nineteen hours, fourteen minutes, and eight seconds.

Leslie could not stop himself from letting out a gasping sigh, even as he throbbed in his cage.

The beep again, the timer adding to his sentence. 

The girl in the reflection tilted her chin to hit the perfect angle, lips parted. He pictured her on her knees with that look…

…mouth open…

… ready…

Shame crashed.

That’s me. I look like this.

You are breathing too fast.  Breathe slowly through your nose on a five-count. You have been told this twice. Let your cheeks lift naturally with the exhale, no tension anywhere.

…no tension anywhere…

…as if that’s even possible.

He wanted to laugh at the absurdity, but dared not for fear of more punishment.

Focusing on breathing meant losing the focus on the chin angle… and the crinkle in his eyes, and the forehead tension, and the gentle curve of his lips… and all the other corrections… so many corrections. He could feel the next time addition coming. 

Her voice made him jump.

Blow kiss.

His hand lifted slowly, wrist curling delicately, the palm inward.

His nails, pink and glossy, enter the frame first.

His fingers brushed the plump lips. His eyes focused on the little gap in the middle that he could not quite close, thanks to the plumping. 

His kiss…puckered and practiced…

…his pout pushing out full and shiny… 

…his lower lip heavy and inviting.

The touch sealed soft… his lips so sensitive it makes him throb. The wet sound is faint as his lips press to his fingertips.

The girl’s mouth is making that pornographic shape… 

…begging… 

…as if wanting something in it.

The fingers pulled back gradually, with a playful ease… lips popping soft.

The blown kiss sails invisible, but the sound…

Even as he made the sound, he knew it was wrong.

The kiss sound is incorrect, Leslie. This is your sixth reminder. It should be audible and wet-sounding. Twenty minutes added for your failure. Your time in chastity is set to one day, nineteen hours, thirty-four minutes, and twelve seconds.

The beep cut cold, making his skin prickle. 

…it just keeps going up…

Ache spiked sharply in the chest and cage. Another twenty minutes of hell. Another twenty minutes of her control, and not being able to cum. Of having to look at the sexy reflection and just…

Throb.

More liquid flooding into his panties. His thighs were wet now, the material doing nothing to hold in the arousal.

Smile and hold, Leslie. Thirty seconds.

The mask pulled back on. Stress over making sure every little detail is perfect. The pretty girl in the reflection curved her lips, her eyes pleading and coy, her chin perfectly angled to make her have to look up at herself. 

His brain went blank as he stared at the reflection, exhaustion finally getting the better of the dirty thoughts of all the things he wanted to do to her.  He held the smile.  The perfect smile.

Arch your back, Leslie. Hands on your breasts. Lean forward. Hold.

The command landed like ice water down his spine… 

…a new command…a new punishment… 

There was no drilled pattern to fall back on.   His exhaustion fled, filled with anxiety, which also spiked his arousal again inside the cage.

…arch my back?  

His heart kicked hard into panic mode…new means mistakes… mistakes mean more time added… the timer already climbing toward two more full days…

…two more full days… aroused like this without relief…

Even as he moved to obey, his brain started to short-circuit.

She’s still recording this…she’s recording all of this…she could send it to anyone… she may have already sent this to everyone… They’re going to see me like this...

He froze a beat, breath catching sharp, rational mind screaming to run away while the little brain between his legs throbbed traitorously.

Hesitation was not an option. This was a lesson well learned already.

Back arching, the lavender sports bra compressed tighter under the strain. His glued breasts shifted forward, and he felt the odd weight pulling down... 

The dim reflection meant he could not see the seams of the fake breasts. The makeup he had applied to hide the seams did the job well, blending fake into flesh. His palms slid up to cup the breasts…

…my breasts…

His trapped cock was going mad at the feel of breasts in his hands, even though they were fake… even though they belonged to him.

He leaned forward, cleavage forming deep in stretched fabric.

He stared at the reflection, his eyes on the deep swell of cleavage being presented. 

I have tits…

…oh god…

Throb.

The reflection mocked mercilessly... the girl leaning in, cupping her breasts on display as if offering them to him. Her lips were parted naturally, practically begging for something to slide into them. 

His mind instantly imagined his cock between her breasts, pointed at that slightly open mouth.

Throb..

Shame stacked on top of his arousal, somehow fanning it hotter. 

He needed to cum. He had never needed to cum so badly in his life.

More of an arch.

He adjusted quickly before punishment ensued, the arch deepening, his back aching with the stretch. It was impossible not to feel the soft squish of his breasts through the soft sports bra fabric...

Chin up slightly.

He lifted his chin quickly, realizing he had been looking down to admire his own breasts. 

Too far.  Chin down.

He dipped it down, trying to find that exact angle that she had been forcing him into over and over. The one that made him look up as if begging. He saw the look in the reflection and shuddered, his chin dipping down further. 

Bad girl. This is your third reminder on the proper chin position in this pose. Twenty minutes added. Your time in chastity is set to one day, nineteen hours, fifty-four minutes, and forty-five seconds.

The beep rang through the silence of the room. He could feel the wetness in his eyes, and he blinked it away as best he could… trying to find that perfect chin tilt, while keeping the perfect back arch and the perfect smile. 

It all felt impossible.

…and so fucking hot…

He throbbed in his panties… 

Hold for thirty seconds.

He throbbed again, squirting… trying his best to stay still, to stay sexy…

The hold stretched endlessly, back aching, arms tiring from the cupped position of pushing his cleavage together. His face ached from the forced smile.

Good girl. Blow kiss.

The held back tear broke, sliding down his face.

This was worse than typing lines. So much worse.

…and he had no idea how much longer this punishment would last… nor what his second punishment would be.

All he knew was that he would do anything to cum.

Anything.

The sexy girl, with a little tear running down her sexy, submissive cheek, blew him a kiss.

Good girl, Leslie. Hold the smile for thirty seconds.

He did as he was told.