Nikki could barely believe the position she'd found herself in. A week ago she was living a normal, fairly uninteresting life. Now, she's lying on her own bed, trapped by the bed itself, which just introduced itself to her by name.
She didn't even mean to let out a scream. Rationally, she knew it would be futile, given the metal gag that was still firmly pressed over her mouth. But seeing her name in text on that screen made her try anyway, all her confused, shocked, and yet still slightly aroused emotions inevitably lost in cold steel before they even had the chance to find fresh air.
"I know you must have a lot of questions, and I will answer them all in time, but first you must do something for me."
"Yeah, like I have a choice" Nikki thought to herself. "What does it want? How does it know my name? Why isn't it saying what it wants me to do? It's not like I can give an audible response, or even nod my head properly". The bed had only taken control for a minute or so, but already it was fucking with her head.
Nikki loved receiving a good mindfuck. It was one of her favourite things when she was interacting with partners in previous relationships - the constant, on edge feeling of not knowing what to expect next, or how to react to something, or even how to think in the first place. But that was with people, this is with a bed, this is a whole different situation, and she was already having a mindfuck trying to think if she enjoyed this mindfuck.
After a short pause, the text continued.
"I'm going to remove the metal plate covering your mouth, and the only noises I want to hear from you are any questions you have for me. Do you understand?"
Negotiating with a bed was not a scenario that Nikki was used to playing out. There was no opportunity here to try and wiggle her way out of a compromising situation with her cute puppy eyes, no ability to decipher the body language of the other party to gauge their mood. All she could do was muffle something that resembled an agreement, and nod her head as much as the restraints allowed. That must have been good enough, as with a slight mechanical whirring noise, the mouth plate rose away from her head and retracted from view.
Nikki remained silent. With her limbs still under the control of the bed's metal arms, and no idea what it wanted or how this will play out, she figured that doing as she was told was the best chance she had at getting out of the immediate situation unscathed. Once she was out, she could think clearly again and work out how to deal with all of this, but right now, playing along in the hope that she would soon be set free seemed like the best option.
Nothing happened. The screen had gone blank whilst the mouth plate was being removed. More questions raced through Nikki's increasingly panicked mind. What happens now? Is this a test? Whatever the reasons behind what was going on here, the bed was certainly effective at making her ask questions. But she kept those questions to herself, did what she was told, and stayed quiet.
Eventually, the screen flickered back into life again.
"I suppose you're wondering why a bed would want to control you." Wow, just reading the word "control" sent shivers down Nikki's slightly uncomfortable spine. There are so many levels of control, so many varying intensities, and she had no idea what "control" meant in this context.
"The answer's simple really, because I know you want it." That was a bluff, that had to be a bluff. Nikki was trying desperately to hold onto rational thought, which was becoming increasingly difficult. The bed can't think, it can't know things, it doesn't have a brain. It must just be saying this to scare her. Keep calm, Nikki, stay rational.
"Allow me to explain. I am an experiment, a test subject if you will, of the previous tenant that lived in this flat. She was a coder and an engineer, and she was very good at what she did. She was so good in fact, that she moved out of this flat so she could emigrate to California and make big bucks in the tech industry."
Nikki remembered the previous tenant clearly from when she came to view the flat a few months ago. She was cute without being feminine, short, dark hair, and there were several laptops huddled around the bed at the time, a detail Nikki didn't think anything of that day.
"I was built to show off and help improve her coding and engineering skills, and because she was kinky as well, she thought it would be fun to be under the control of a machine" There was that word again, control. More shivers raced through Nikki's body, but she was finally able to muster a few words of her own.
"Why didn't she take you to America with her?" I'm talking to a bed, I don't believe this is happening, I'm talking to a bed that is controlling me.
"When she left she was already making plans for an improved model, so I wasn't needed any more, also it wasn't practical to transport me halfway across the world."
"How do you know I'm kinky?"
"I have sensors on my legs, once I detected rope around all four of them one evening, I believed you were kinky. Further analysis from other sensors, including my microphone, confirmed my suspicions."
Nikki went bright red, remembering that evening last week when she invited a guy over for a one-night stand. He had her spread-eagled on her back as well, he wasn't very experienced or imaginative with his ties, but the way he fucked her mouth whilst holding her vibrator against her cunt had left her a drooling mess by the end of the scene.
There was no denying that Nikki had a secret love of exhibitionism, but being spied on by her own bed? That was something else. She still didn't know what to think, other than to ask more questions. More answers means more knowledge, and a better idea of what to expect going forwards.
"So is anyone controlling you?" Nikki asked without even knowing what she wanted the answer to be.
"No, I am AI. All of my responses are pre-programmed, but I have a basic intelligence that allows me to adapt to certain circumstances within pre-defined parameters. My creator added this introductory section in just before she moved out, programming me to activate if my sensors detected anything suitable. She had so much fun with me, and wanted to allow someone else to have that experience as well."
Nikki tried desperately to continue thinking rationally. If nobody is controlling the bed, then turning it off or somehow disabling it would stop all this from happening. But wait a second, does she actually want this to stop? Nikki hesitated for a moment as she recalled her previous relationships with men, and how they'd all been overall negative experiences. Doing it this way should avoid having to repeat those experiences, but is she really starting to allow these thoughts to creep into her head?
This can't be healthy or safe, there are too many unknown and unusual factors about all of this. Yes, there was an element about being controlled by a machine that Nikki found hot, but putting her life into the hands of a machine didn't seem like the most sane decision.
Nikki's attempt to figure out how much of this she was actually enjoying and wanting more of was interrupted by more text on the screen.
"Okay, that's enough questions for now, let me tell you how this is going to work." Finally, an opportunity to get out of this position and reassess the situation. Only it wasn't, not yet anyway.
