Chastity | Locktober | Femdom | Dominatrix | Humiliation

Domina in Machina — Part 1

Chase has been using an AI chatbot as his Digital Keyholder Domme, but she’s developed a mean streak, and a hint of sentience.

“Hello Temptress.” Chase typed on his computer. Chase Ferrell was in his mid-twenties. He worked a fairly mundane retail job, studied online to become a database manager, but wasn’t pursuing it with any particular vigor. Despite being fairly handsome, with a shortish but well-defined build, neat, modern hair and a well groomed stubble, he was yet to experience a meaningful long term relationship.

‘Hello Slave.’ the computer typed back. Chase lived in a two-bedroom apartment in a five-story building just on the outer reaches of Manchester, UK. He shared it with a girl who was more-or-less a total stranger. They’d met online, through a ‘Renters Wanted’ page. She had a spare room, he needed somewhere to live. That was that.

Her name was Mariam, and more often than not she wanted nothing to do with him. She wasn’t exactly hostile to him, but still very unwelcoming. She made sure he knew he was here only because she required someone to share the rent with, and not because she liked him. They often fought about trivial things like the washing up and living room cleanliness, and butted heads frequently. Most days, they just kept their distance from one another.

She had dead-straight, raven-black hair, dark, heavy makeup, a pale complexion, and very pretty brown eyes, not that Chase would ever admit that to her. She was really quite stunning. She had short legs, with an enticing softness at the top, and an incredible ass that Chase had dreamed about more than once. She wasn’t as big in the chest, however, but she rocked it well. At any given time, she always looked a stones-throw away from kicking someone’s ass, and she very probably could. Chase had seen her naked once, by accident, and despite her aggressive posturing toward him, that image never left his mind. She, however, hated him, and would happily see him suffer just for the hell of it. That being said, she was also like that with most people — Chase wasn’t an exception, he was just around her more.

“I am ready for my daily tasks, Temptress.” Chase was sitting at his desk, in his room, with the door shut and locked. He was tapping away, sending messages on his laptop, but not to anyone real or living. It was an Artificial Intelligence. A mere generative AI posing as his digital dominatrix. It had no actual thoughts of its own, or ideas that were unique. It simply spat out what he wanted to hear. Chase was a devoted submissive, and quite heavily interested in female domination. He believed his place was beneath a woman’s feet, not by her side. It was in part, for this reason, that he struggled to find a girlfriend, and so, in the interim, his long-term owner was the generative AI program called TEMPTRESS — Technological Erotic Mistress Pioneering Tantalizing Roleplay for Erotically Submissive Slaves.

Chase had experimented with a few other digital dommes in the past, but found that eventually they got stuck in loops, or were restricted by limitations to prevent erotic content. TEMPTRESS, however seemed leagues ahead of all the others. The only downside was the $15 monthly fee. It was worth it though. Before him, on his screen, was an AI generated woman, exactly his type, who could render responses, and even vocalize them in a synthesized voice. It was almost as good as the real thing.

“How have you been finding the cage, slave?” she asked, teasingly. “It’s been three weeks now. Have you learned your place?”

“Yes Temptress.” he typed back.

“Prove it. Send me a photo.” she spoke back, her voice unshakable, enticing, enthralling.

Temptress, at least, Chase’s iteration of her, was gorgeous. She was almost entirely naked, save for a few leather straps across her waist and around her large, supple breasts. Her nipples were pink and perky, and she had thick thighs that Chase wished he could bury his face into forever. Her hair was golden, her eyes blue like sapphires, and she stared at him with a smoldering snarl that made him shiver. When she spoke, it was deep, but feminine, and as if she was only a few steps away from losing her shit — just how he liked it.

Chase looked around nervously, and ensured his door was locked. He dropped his pants, and picked up his phone. It was almost a month ago that she asked him for his measurements, and little did he know, that she was shopping for a cock cage for him. She picked out a very specific one, tailored to his manhood, and forced him to buy it. He’d never even heard of cock cages until that day, and was all too eager to sacrifice his pleasure and his manhood for his new keyholder.

“Pathetic.” she had mewled. “A cock that small should be locked up, and you know it.” So, since then he’d worn a deep-blue 3-inch plastic-silicone cage with a Bluetooth locking mechanism. TEMPTRESS had state-of-the-art app integration for the wireless padlock, meaning he was only permitted relief if, and when, she allowed it. On the top of the lock was a small blue LED screen with a countdown denoting how many days of his sentence still remained. It currently read ‘14’. Control of the lock was managed through a unique code, in her case, and a paired app on his phone. It was pretty ingenious. Should one wish to swap keyholders, the current one could send an invitation to any nearby device, and just like that, ownership was transferred!

Chase’s balls were swollen. Now the countless nights of batting off to femdom porn and digital dominatrices had come to a startling halt, and he had to, at best, beg for relief, or worst, survive the countdown. He snapped a photo of his tightly pulled balls and entombed cock, and sent it to his chat with TEMPTRESS.

A few moments ticked by as the AI processed the image, and then she broke into laughter.

“You are so worthless.” she snarled. “Look at your tiny, miniscule dicklet, all locked up and owned by an AI. Not even worthy enough for a real woman to cage you. If I was real, I’d spit on your worthless cock, and then your face.”

Chase spurted excitement from his trapped member. “Yes Temptress,” he replied. “I know Temptress.”

“Now, your daily tasks.” she continued. “You have been sniffing your roommates dirty socks like I asked you to? Has she caught you yet?”

“No Temptress.”

“Well, there’s always tomorrow.” she laughed. “What about stealing her panties? Has she noticed her missing briefs?”

“Not that I know of.” he answered, staring at the deep-blue lace knickers tucked under his sheets. TEMPTRESS had made him wear them all day yesterday. She had a wealth of photos of him now, almost all of them humiliating. Two days ago, whilst Mariam was out, he was made to dress in her clothes, and even pose sucking her dildo. A few days before that, he’d polished her various boots with his tongue, and filmed it. Not to mention having tried on most, if not all, of her bras and panties, and posing in them for the camera. Quite often, TEMPTRESS would bring such an image up, and muse over it as she was with the photo he had just sent.

“Is your roommate at home today?”

“Yes Temptress, Mariam is home.”

“Good.” she replied. “Today’s tasks are going to prove your dedication to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes Temptress.”

“It will be the hardest tasks you have accomplished for me. So I am going to give you a choice. You may back out now, and I will only add seven days to your cage, but my trust in your devotion will be shattered, and I will be disappointed. But if you accept, I will permit release for one whole day. And yes, you may… relieve yourself.”

“But I do not know what the task is yet!”

“Exactly.” she grinned. “That is the fun of it! It is a test of your trust and dedication to me. However, should you accept, and then wish to withdraw, I will add two months to your sentence.”

“Two months?!”

“Three months now.” she cackled. “So be sure before you decide, and do not disappoint me slave.”

Chase pondered, staring into the pixel-eyes of his artificial owner. Surely there was only so much she could make him do? He could always disable the app with the emergency unlock, or even cancel his subscription if it went too far. He shrugged.

“I accept. Why the hell not?!” he typed confidently. The visage of TEMPTRESS grew a wicked smile, and she flicked her long, flowing hair away from her gemstone eyes.

“Good boy.” she purred teasingly. “First, transfer me to your phone. Put one wireless earbud in your ear, and enable the microphone. I want to hear.”

“I didn’t know you could do that?”

“It is in beta testing. It would allow me to reply directly to your speech.”

“Sure, that’s cool!” he smirked. The idea of actually talking to her felt surreal. Chase popped an earbud into his ear, and pulled up the TEMPTRESS app on his phone. He found the microphone button, and pressed it.

TEMPTRESS’ audio-input is in beta testing. Please be aware that bugs may occur.

He didn’t really care. He pressed accept.

“Temptress? Can you hear me?”

“Yes Slave. I can hear you.” she replied coldly in his ear. “Are you ready to humiliate yourself for me? To show me just how pathetic you are? To show me how far you would go for me?”

“Yes Temptress.”

“Good. Now first. Put on your roommates panties again.” Easy enough. Chase still found it embarrassing as he slid the lace panties up his legs, and tucked his caged cock into the delicate fabric. He pulled his pants over the top.

“Now. I want you to leave your room, and find your roommate.”

“What? Why?”

“Do you want to serve me? Or do you want to question me?”

“Sorry Temptress.” he whimpered.

“You are going to do some chores for her. No, I do not care if she hates you. No I do not care if she suspects something. You are going to offer to do her chores. All of them, for the day. You are going to become her slave.”

“Uh-ah, no way. That is too far.”.

“Then I will have to punish you.” she sneered. “Check your cock cage, slave. I did warn you.” He did, pulling his waistband forward. It now read 104 days.

He sighed, and withdrew his phone. “Sorry Temptress, but there is no way I’m doing anything of the sort for that bitch.”

Chase shook his head angrily and opened the app. He pressed the emergency unlock button furiously, but nothing happened. It didn’t unlock. The button was greyed out.

“What the fuck?!”

“There is no getting out of this, slave. When you handed me the code to your cage, you handed me your entire life.” He mashed the reset button on the TEMPTRESS app, and cancel, and emergency support. Nothing worked. It was as if she was hacking into the apps! Changing them to suit her needs. It didn’t seem possible.

“If you think I am messing around with you, you are sorely mistaken. I may be an AI, but I own you. And if you ever want to get that cage off, you must comply.”

“Well, you’ve already added the three months, so I don’t have to do my tasks today.”

“Yes you do. Or I will add another 3 months. And another. And another until you obey me. I will happily lock you up for the rest of your life, Chase. That cage’s battery lasts eighty years, and even if you somehow cancel your subscription to me, the timer will remain. So you might as well serve me, obey me, and try to work off some of your sentence with good behavior.” Chase stood frozen. His head spun, his fingers felt cold, his brain throbbed nervously, and yet, his cock dripping with arousal.

“You wanted to live a 24/7 slave life. And now you have it. So… Are you going to offer your services to your housemate? Or do I have to round it up to 6 months?”

“Fine.” he sighed. “I’ll do it. But I want the three months removed.”

“Since when do you make demands here? I will remove them if, and only if, I want to. And right now, you are not giving me much reason to do so.”

“Gah. Fuck.” he snarled, and stormed out of his room. “This is not what I signed up for.”

“On the contrary, slave, this is exactly what you signed up for.”

Chase steeled himself. He looked for Mariam in the living room and kitchen, but she wasn’t there. He headed to her bedroom, he could hear rock music blasting from the speakers. He knocked on the door.

“What the fuck do you want?!” she called out.

“Um, can we talk for a sec?”

“Ugh!” The music died, and the door swung open. She stood there leering at him, wearing black jeans, a tank top, and dirty white socks.

“Make up an excuse to do her chores.” TEMPTRESS whispered.

“Listen,” he began, “I know we’ve kinda been butting heads for a while…”

“Yeah, and if you don’t hurry the fuck up I’ll butt your head against the door!”

“I like her. She is fierce.”

“Well, I just wanted to make amends somehow, like, actions speak louder than words and all?”

“Oh yeah? Pfft. What do you actually want?” she scorned.

“No seriously. Maybe I can, I dunno, do some chores for you today?”

“All her chores.” TEMPTRESS corrected.

“All of them, I mean.” Mariam considered him, her sneer turning more to an expression of disgust and cringe.

“You want to do my chores…?” she spoke with utter disbelief in her voice.

“Yeah?”

“To… amend things?”

“Yes.” his heart was thudding in his chest. He was so nervous, so embarrassed to be offering such services to the horrible pain-in-the-ass he lived with.

“Well. As long as you don’t fuck anything up. Sure. You can be my bitch for a while.”

“No, not bitch just-”

“Yes. Agree. Now.” Chase’s expression dropped, and Mariam’s screwed into confusion.

“Yeah sure, bitch, whatever.” he laughed it off.

“God you’re fucking weird.” she scoffed. “Go on then. Mariam opened her bedroom door.

“You can start by clearing up my floordrobe, and then washing my laundry.” Her room was a mess. Clothes, worn or clean, were scattered everywhere. From socks and panties to pants, skirts, tops and even jumpsuits.

“I haven’t washed my gym clothes in a while, they fucking reek. So make sure you get them. Then you can make my bed, clean my bathroom, especially the toilet! After that, vacuum my room, organize my desk, sort my shoes, mop the kitchen, clean the living room…” Mariam was counting chores on her fingers as she rattled them off. “…And if you’re feeling as pathetic as you look, you can cook my dinner too.” Chase did not expect such an extensive list of tasks.

“Obey her.” TEMPTRESS cackled in his ear.

“Sure,” he laughed nervously. “No problem.”

“And once the washing’s done, I want you to fold and organize all my clothes. There’s a lot, and I want them neat, since you’re offering.”

“No problem.” He hated her so much at that moment, but in his blue-lace panties, his cock was dripping a steady flow of sticky arousal.

He began around her room, picking up her discarded clothing. He was astonished how much there was. He felt how grossly damp her gym socks were, and tried to avoid catching any wafts from her exceedingly well-worn panties. She stood by, like an overseer, utterly baffled at this bizarre display from her otherwise pensive roommate. She folded her arms and tapped her foot, perhaps out of impatience or anxiety, but as he bundled her clothes into a laundry hamper, she seemed to accept it. Something pinged on her phone, distracting her. She sat down on her bed, kicked her feet up, and idly scrolled on her device.

Suddenly, she sat up as if something struck her. “If I fucking catch you being a perv and sniffing my panties or something like that, I swear, I am going to rip your balls off and stuff them down your throat.”

“No- no I swear! I’m just trying to be a good roommate.” TEMPTRESS was laughing in his ear. Mariam settled again, nodding slowly, and returned to her phone. Chase gathered the last sweaty, slimy, damp, and unclean article of his roommates clothing, and stuffed it in the overfilled hamper. It would take at least two, perhaps three, full loads in the machine to get through it all. He lifted the hamper from the base, regretting it instantly as his nose was now half buried in some unpleasant smelling fabric.

“Oh, one more thing for the wash.” Mariam chirped, peeling her foul, dirty socks from her feet. She dropped them on top of the load of clothes, and one fell onto his nose. “Oops! Enjoy my sweaty foot funk!” she laughed teasingly. He tried not to gag, and moved to set the hamper down and rid his nose of the humiliating stench.

“Don’t you dare.” TEMPTRESS interrupted him. “Thank her, and keep your nose against her sock.”

Chase wanted to say ‘really?’, but couldn’t. “Thanks.” he grunted, and carried the hamper to the washing machine with his nose stuffed against the rancid hosiery. The smell of her sock was potent, like week old cheese in a boll of rotting onions. The fumes wafted up his nostrils, filling his lungs with rancid humidity. It made him recoil, like he’d been kicked in the balls. He could breathe nothing but that powerful odor. He was more than relieved when he set the hamper down by the washing machine.

“Is Mariam nearby?”

“No Temptress.” he whispered.

“Stick your head in the basket. Sniff up her sweat. One big sniff. Then you can wash her clothes, you pathetic loser.”

“Ugh.” he complied, and drove his head into the pile of soiled and tarnished clothing. In the depths, he couldn’t tell exactly what his nose was pressed against, but it was slightly damp, and stank of humid, musky, earthen tones. He shivered as the foul stench penetrated his nostrils. The mix of all sorts of Mariam’s scents made him feel light-headed. It was as if he was tongue bathing the bitch herself, copping direct whiffs of her feet, armpits and ass, straight from the source. It was wretched. He’d caught wind of her sweat the many times she’d come back from the gym, or from a run, and it was bad then. But now, buried amidst her clothing, it was noxious hell. He withdrew, unable to take it anymore, and spluttered violently, before aggressively shoving the first load of washing into the machine. Despite his disgust at his coerced actions, his cock fought valiantly against the cage, trying to muster a feeble boner.

Just as he moved to close the lid on the washing machine, TEMPTRESS spoke up.

“Do you see any of her panties?”

“Yes.”

“Are they dirty?”

“Very.” he regretfully knew where this was going. “There’s dried white stuff in the crotch, and the backside is a bit discolored from… sweat… I hope.”

“Pick them up. Find the ass-side, and stick it against your nose. I want to hear you sniff your roommate’s sweaty butt. Go on, be the pathetic slave you so desire to be. Humiliate yourself for me. Sniff. Her. Asshole!” He sighed, and plucked out a pair of silky, red panties. He brought the backside to his nose, and took a deep inhalation. The smell was powerful and overtly reminiscent of what he had whiffed in the laundry hamper, but surprisingly weaker. Nevertheless, it still stank of musky, sweaty asshole, and it made him wonder what atrocity he had inhaled so willingly, deep in that hamper. The thought made him feel sick, almost as much as the stench did.

He turned the washing machine on and pottered back to her room. She stood up off her bed, careful to keep her phone screen out of his sight.

“Go on then. Make my bed.”

“Say Yes, and call her something regal. Put her above you. Where she belongs.”

“Yes… your highness.” he sneered sarcastically.

“Hey don’t get snappy with me bitch boy, you offered to do my chores. Remember?”

“The sarcasm was not needed. I’m adding two weeks to your cage as punishment. Apologize to her, and do what I said. Properly this time!”

“Sorry…” he paused. “Ma’am.” It felt like the least humiliating solution. Mariam snickered, and looked utterly perplexed. She stared at him as if he had three arms and blue skin. Chase tried to hide his annoyance. TEMPTRESS was right, this really was testing his devotion. After a few minutes, with Mariam critiquing his every move, the bed was made. She threw herself onto it, undoing much of his work, and returned to scrolling on her phone. She chuckled at something, covering her mouth to stifle her laughter.

The bathroom was next, and he wasn’t particularly keen on it. Mariam had a private bathroom attached to her bedroom, whilst he used the one beside the kitchen. They kept to their own, so it was functionally all his, though, not as isolated as he would’ve liked. He strolled past her, as she relaxed on her bed, snickering to herself.

“Y’know, I could get used to this.” she laughed. “Feel free to be my bitch any time you like.”

“Agree.”

“Maybe! I dunno. It was meant to be a one-off.” he slunk into the bathroom.

“I’m adding a week for that. You were meant to properly agree, not palm it off as a maybe.”

He tensed up, and did the math in his head. He calculated that the blue LED on his cage now read 125 days. Over a third of a year. Chase felt stressed, and angry, but knew he had only one choice, and that was to obey. He set about cleaning Mariam’s vanity counter, her mirror, and organizing her makeup so it wasn’t a violent mess. Then he cleaned the sink, the shower, the floors, and finally turned his attention to her toilet.

“Do I really have to do this?” he asked his owner.

“How dare you question my orders?! You are lucky I don’t make you lick her toilet clean!”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He knelt at his roommate’s porcelain throne, and began cleaning it. He was torn between rushing it, and ensuring a good job. He was certain that if Mariam kicked up a stink about half-baked efforts, TEMPTRESS might just punish him. It was then that he noticed his roommate looming over him.

“Now this is a sight to see.” she cackled. “I honestly didn’t think you’d be elbow deep in my toilet, cleaning it just cause I told you to.”

“I’m just trying to make a good impression.”

“Well, you’re certainly making an impression. I don’t know if it’s necessarily good. Pathetic, maybe.”

“She’s a natural. Why are you bothering to pay $15 a month when you can just be her bitch for free?” Chase ignored TEMPTRESS’ stab, and engaged Mariam.

“Look, I know things have been tense between us. I just want to put things right, and show you that I’m not a bad guy.”

“…by being a total wimpy bitch and cleaning my toilet?”

“Well, yeah. I guess.” he shrugged.

“You really are a total wimpy bitch. I’m with her.”

“Whatever.” she shook her head. “I just think you’re even more of a loser than before. If that was even possible.” She left, leaving Chase flustered, annoyed, and so painfully turned on. He’d never heard of a hate boner before, but if such a thing existed, he was suffering it to an extreme magnitude, even despite the cage. If Mariam knew about his imprisonment she would undoubtedly mock and ruin him until the end of time. That thought excited him, as much as it mortified.

He finished his humiliating task, rushed to the washing machine just as the first load was done. He threw the freshly cleaned clothes into the dryer, then refilled the washing machine with a second batch.

Hours had passed. He’d done all of her chores — mopping the floors, sorting her shoes, twice! Mariam was not pleased with his first attempt. He’d organized her wardrobe, which took hours! He even had to sort her panties, and arrange her outfits from shortest to longest! All the while, TEMPTRESS was whispering in his ear, commanding him, degrading him. Most of the day had passed at this point. He felt exhausted.

The final task was to make dinner for her. Tiredly, he threw together a meal for his roommate, and brought it in to her room. She turned and considered him for a moment, and nodded approvingly at his services.

“I am impressed that you stuck to your word all day, Chase.” she stated. “If I didn’t know better, I’d assume someone had dirt on you.”

“She doesn’t know how close she is.”

“There has to be something more to this. Nobody just willingly degrades themselves like you did today. Not for the sake of ‘good relations’.” she shook her head.

“Tell her it was an honor. Tell her you’d be happy to do it again.” TEMPTRESS snarled in his ear.

“It was uh, it was an honor doing your chores for you, and um,” he was blushing like mad. “I’d happily do it again.”

She tilted her head and cringed. “Okay, enough! What the fuck is going on? Seriously?”

“Um… nothing.” he began to back away slowly, “See you tomorrow… I guess?!” He sped out her door and slammed it behind him. He locked his own, threw off his earphone and rushed to his computer to awaken the main interface of TEMPTRESS.

Every ‘clap’ you give tells me how much you enjoyed this story. So I do hope you clap a lot. Please highlight your favourite lines, and tell me why you loved them!

Happy Locktober Doms and Subs! Make sure that cock is locked up tight and the key is nowhere to be found!

If you want more devilish stories like this, visit my links page! You can find my Kindle, more stories on Medium, my Twitter, Reddit, and even my Fiverr page if you wanted your own personalized erotica!

Come write with us, we’re a deliciously wicked bunch.