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

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

The single syllable hung in the air. Leslie felt Jackson's eyes travel up and down his body. It was an out-of-body experience.

I'm being admired.

In his panties, Leslie throbbed inside the tiny cage, liquid squirting helplessly into the sanitary pad. He felt too terrified to move, his heart beating like a percussion solo.

How is this… this can't be happening…

It had all escalated so quickly. The cage, the safe, the breast-forms, the shaving, the hair… the toy inside him…

Oh god…

It pulsed inside him as if activated by his though, and liquid squirted out of the cage again. He felt his face blush as he looked up into the eyes of Jackson and for a brief moment they made eye contact. It was too much, and Leslie dropped his gaze to the floor.

I can't. I can't look at him.

He wanted nothing more than the earth to just engulf him and hide him forever.

His strawberry-blonde hair flicked into his face. It was not swallowing him whole, but at least it provided a little cover from Jackson's gaze and might hide his burning embarrassed face. His eyes were on his own feet, crushed into the heels that he had put on only moments before. They made his legs look…

Throb. Squirt.

Nghhh.

He struggled to not let his legs buckle.

"Leslie? Are you ok?"

The hand on his arm made his head snap up. Jackson was touching him. Suddenly he was looking up into the eyes of the tall man again.

"You're trembling."

Leslie's mouth opened trying to find words, but the overstimulation had made his brain empty. Even the words of the hypnosis tracks and the insistent commands of the Mistress had stopped repeating in the headphones. Everything was silent, as if the moment had crystalized around him staring up into Jackson's eyes.

The toy buzzed again and a small helpless gasp came out of his mouth.

“Well… this was worth the work."

Ms. Amy's voice came from behind Leslie. It felt like salvation. Anything to break the tense, eye-contact, arm-touching moment between himself and Jackson that seemed to have lasted for years.

"Just about the cutest thing I've ever seen. Like a moment from a movie."

Jackson's eyes left Leslie, moving up to see the woman behind him. Leslie was painfully aware that the 'comforting' hand on his upper arm was still there.

"I, uh…"

Jackson's response to Ms. Amy seemed to match Leslie's own confused dismay.

"I'm Amy." The woman was moving towards them. Leslie could hear her steps. "I've been helping get Leslie ready for your date… and I can see why she was nervous. Jackson, right?"

Ms. Amy extended her hand. The large, burning hot touch on Leslie's arm left to shake it. He could still feel the heat from Jackson's touch radiating on the cool skin of his exposed arm.

"Right," Jackson said, finding words again. A casual smile lit up his face. The smile that had made him so effortlessly popular in high school. Leslie found himself pivoting to the side to include Ms. Amy, the three of them now all standing in the doorway.

"You're a tall one," Ms. Amy said, letting go of Jackson's hand and looking him up and down. "What are you? Six two?

"Um… Six three.. but uh… I'm sorry…Tell my your name again. I was…"

"…looking at our girl here. No need to apologize. I'll take it as a compliment. I'm Amy…"

"…and you're…"

"…a friend of Leslie's. Well…" Ms. Amy laughed, a sort of snort chuckle, "…technically I guess I'm her boss now, right hot stuff?"

Ms. Amy's arm was around Leslie's shoulders, her hand going to almost the same position that Jackson had touched a moment before. He felt himself turn to look at Ms. Amy, his face mirroring the confusion that was bouncing around inside his stunned brain.

Inside him, the toy buzzed lightly again, repeating the painful caged throb and squirt routine.

Leslie trembled.

Ms. Amy squeezed his arm reassuringly.

"I just started up my own business… inspired by our girl here… she's going to be the face of my new company."

Ms. Amy turned to look at Leslie, pulling the strands of hair out of Leslie's line of sight and tucking them behind her ear. The action only added to Leslie's overstimulation, the feel of Amy's fingers in his hair was…

Throb. Squirt.

"…and just look at this face."

Leslie felt Jackson's eyes on him again. His whole body felt like it was blushing again. He looked up at Jackson, through the extremely long lashes that now draped his eyes. The moment of silence seemed to stretch for decades.

"Well… three's a crowd… and you two have a date to get to. Here."

Leslie felt something being pushed into his hands. A small clutch purse… one of the items the Mistress had ordered in the original haul. It had been sitting on the counter and…

Leslie felt himself being hugged by Amy, enveloped by the gregarious woman. He heard Amy's voice near his ear, a soft whisper. With the tracks not playing in the headphones, he could hear her.

"I put an extra pad and some protection in there for you. Good work nabbing this one…"

Ms. Amy's words were a hushed whisper only for him… but he couldn't comprehend that any of them meant. He knew they were words he knew, but his brain couldn't make sense of them.

And then the hug was done.

"I'll see you for our meeting tomorrow, buttercup… and I want to hear all the details of this date. You treat her nice tonight, handsome!"

Jackson looked at her quizzically.

"…of course…" his confused fluster was of course charming… unlike how Leslie's confused empty brain seemed to feel.

Ms. Amy was already walking out the door when her words finally echoed around in the silence in Leslie's head and formed into an order that seemed to be a sentence.

" …technically I guess I'm her boss now…"

Wait, what.. Why would Ms. Amy be my…

"You really do look incredible, Leslie."

The words slammed all other thought out of his head. Jackson was looking at him again, with eyes that seemed to be recording every inch of his body. He blushed, looking down again.

Say 'thank you', Leslie.

Leslie's eyes popped open.

The Mistress just spoke. In front of Jackson. What is he going to…

He looked up into Jackson's face. The man was just smiling… no reaction to the voice at all.

The headphones. I'm still wearing…

Say 'thank you', Leslie. You are being a bad girl.

"…thank you…" his voice came out soft, like his practiced lines.

Good girl.

A small vibration shuddered up inside of him. He tried to hide any reaction, both the vibration, the pain of the cage constricting, and the leaking into his panties. All while looking up into the face of the guy he knew from high school.

This can't be happening…

"Shall we?"

Jackson stuck out his arm. The whole moment felt like a slow motion out of body experience. His hand, tipped with the long, delicate looking nails, sliding into the crook of Jackson's arm. The additional little warm buzz inside of him. The leaking into his panties that seemed to be a faucet. The shift of his weight in the heels, which caused his whole dress to shift around his body…

…and with a couple of steps, he was led by Jackson out the front door. Jackson closed it for him. And the thud of the door felt landed like a bass drum. He stood outside, arm and arm with Jackson, the late afternoon sun shining down on them like something out of a movie.

Inside of his head, Leslie's brain finally clicked in. He was outside. Fully dressed and madeup to look like a girl on a date. Locked in a chastity cage. On a date. With Jackson. A guy he had known for years…

The toy inside him buzzed lightly again.

Take smaller steps Leslie. A good girl takes small steps.

…and she was still there. In his ear. In little headphones hidden by his hair.

Still controlling… everything…