Number One

The journey home from work was rarely an interesting affair for Nikki. Being crammed into an underground train wasn't exactly her idea of fun -- she didn't like small spaces in kink, let alone in everyday life -- but this was a compromise she knew she had to make to earn the lifestyle she was starting to become accustomed to.

Recently, however, that lifestyle was threatening to take a dramatic twist. Her own bed wants to control her, and perhaps even more shockingly to her, she wants it as well. But she failed her first task four days ago, and the frustration at not hearing anything since was easily on a par with the frustration at not being able to move whilst squashed up against several other commuters on the Metropolitan Line train to Watford.

Nikki desperately wanted to make up for her failures, and she knew it would have to be something good. Having failed the task, and then attempting to cover her failure by lying about it, Nikki had been racked with guilt during virtually every waking minute since.

The waiting wasn't helping matters. The bed was once again employing its now familiar tactic of going silent and letting Nikki mindfuck herself something crazy, an approach that was becoming all the more profound and effective.

She'd tried everything she could think of to get the bed's attention since it told her she needed to make up for her failures. She'd begged and pleaded, she'd worn the skirt and heels for several hours around the house, and even to the shops and back -- a highly embarrassing affair -- she'd even tried to coax it back into life by being rebellious and wanking several times on top of it whilst exclaiming very loudly between moans about how she didn't care any more.

Nothing worked. The bed remained silent, her bracelets stayed locked on her wrists and ankles, not doing anything, and as Nikki endured yet another unpleasant afternoon commute, she began to wonder if it was all over already. The bed knew she wanted this, so the ultimate punishment would be to completely deny her of it. A missed opportunity, and one she would probably spend the rest of her life regretting.

As Nikki stepped through her front door, she noticed a postal slip lying on her hallway floor. She'd missed a package, and immediately her heart skipped a beat with a pounding concoction of excitement and nerves. This must be something to do with the bed, she thought, she certainly wasn't expecting any post, and since Tia had stopped talking to her in protest at her selfishness during their previous phone call, there wasn't anyone who was likely to send her anything spontaneously.

The next morning Nikki woke early in order to take advantage of the post office's early opening time and retrieve the package before yet another miserable commute to work. Just as she was about to open the front door, she stopped, and considered wearing what was left of the outfit that was provided to her for the task she had previously failed. She'd ruined the t-shirt, but, in a wave of desire to please the bed, she went back into her bedroom, found the microchip that she'd ripped out of it, and, using her sewing kit for the first time since her mother gave it to her several years back, sewed it into a suitably low-cut, suitably white top.

During the walk to the post office, Nikki was determined to hold onto a sense of happiness and pride. She may be about to retrieve a package that would inevitably contribute to a punishment that she'd have to endure, but she was excited to once again be on this crazy, mysterious, and highly debauched journey. This was already a level and type of control she was totally unfamiliar with, but that she knew she wanted.

Those warm, positive feelings carried with Nikki right up until the moment the assistant at the post office caught sight of her. He was an older man, probably mid-late 50s, what was left of his hair had gone white a long time ago, and judging by the state of his teeth and the faint smell of alcohol that greeted Nikki as she approached the counter, he didn't care too much for looking after himself.

Nikki glanced at his name badge. Gary, it said, before she drew her attention upwards to his face. He already had a wry, perverted smile, the kind of smile you get from a guy who clearly hasn't had sex in a long time, and who clearly thinks he's in with a chance before he's even opened his mouth.

"And what can I do you for..." Gary said with an ill-advised level of confidence. Nikki's positive feelings were quickly replaced. She wanted to feel a feminist rage, but she was very aware of what she was wearing, and humiliation swooped in without warning and selfishly stole her thoughts.

Nikki fumbled the postal slip onto the counter, questioning why she'd decided to wear this ridiculously slutty outfit. Her cleavage was so profound it was virtually touching the glass that separated her from Gary, her bar piercings so visible that she felt like she could see them even when she stared straight ahead, her skirt and heels so pink they were undoubtedly drawing the attention of everyone else in the shop.

Gary's disgusting smile stayed with him as he walked to the back room to retrieve the package, his egg-stained trousers and sweat-ridden shirt confirming Nikki's desire to get out of the building as quickly as possible. She looked down at her top, and noticed that she hadn't checked herself in the mirror before leaving the house. Her top was so low cut that if you looked closely enough, you could just about see the top edge of her areolae peeking out, and Nikki knew that Gary was more than looking closely enough.

Gary returned with a surprisingly large package, and Nikki immediately started to try and guess what it could be -- anything to distract her from her own humiliating outfit. It was cuboid in shape, too big to fit in the rucksack Nikki had retrieved before, not big enough to be a piece of furniture or anything like that, and it didn't make any noises as Gary handed it over to her.

By the time she had returned home, Nikki's best guess was that it was more attachments for the bed, and that she would be restrained to it and used on it in more different ways to atone for her failures and prove to it that she really does want to submit to it. With not long to go before she had to leave for work, Nikki hurriedly opened the package, and discovered that she was very wrong indeed.

She'd never seen one in the flesh before, but there was no mistaking it, it was a chastity belt. Panic immediately set in as Nikki rushed to change out of her slutty clothes and into her work attire. How long does it want her to wear that thing for? Does it even fit? How will she dress whilst it's on? Can she even go to work like this? How does a bed send post anyway?

The bed remained silent. Nikki hovered next to it for a final few seconds before she really did have to leave for work, just in case it said something to give her some clues about what she was in for. The screen didn't flicker, and Nikki left her flat for what promised to be an agonisingly slow day at work, filled with questions and nerves.

*

Nikki returned home, and in no time at all, was standing in her bedroom, naked, holding the chastity belt and preparing herself to put it on. This was a new experience to her, in keeping with the general trend of new experiences that the bed was giving her, but she knew what to do, she'd seen girls put these kind of belts on in porn many times before.

The gap for her arsehole was a relieving sight, although it did open up the possibility of long-term wear, which terrified Nikki. The dildo for her cunt was less reassuring. It was the same metallic compound as the belt itself, reflecting the bedroom light perfectly in its clean, pristine state. It was long, and it was thick. Nikki's eye wasn't good enough to work out the exact measurements, but she knew she'd have a hard time keeping that thing inside her for anything longer than a few minutes.

With a "what the fuck am I doing" gasp, Nikki raised her left leg, and brought it down through the corresponding hole in the belt. As she did, the bed screen whirred into life, the first time it had done so since her failed task the previous week.

"Before you put that on, you need to know what's in store for you next."

"I know what's in store for me next" Nikki said with a level of cheek far too audacious for the situation she was in, "I'm going to be held in chastity."

"Not yet." The bed replied, unable to give off any signs that the tenacity in Nikki's voice had been noticed. "Take it off."

Nikki took her left leg out of the belt again, placed it carefully on the floor, and knelt on the bed.

"The combination for the package I had you recover in your previous task consists of four digits. You will now undergo four tasks. For each task you complete, I will give you a digit." Four tasks?! Nikki was expecting one, maybe two at the most to atone for her two failures, but four?

Calm down, Nikki, each task won't be as bad if there are four of them to get through.

"What's in the box?" Nikki asked, nervously.

"Something that will come to define our dynamic." That sentence sounded almost humane. Of course, the AI was programmed by a human, but so far it had done such a good job of taking the human element out of the equation. Nikki didn't know how to feel.

"Understood. What happens if I fail a task?"

"If you fail a task, you will have to retry that task again from the beginning. If you attempt to guess the remaining digits and fail to open the package on the first attempt, you will have to retry all four tasks again from the beginning. You already know that I'm able to tell if you're cheating or lying to me."

The monotonous yet stern tone being given to her by an inanimate object sent Nikki's horn through the roof. She desperately wanted a wank there and then, and wanted it even more at the prospect of impending chastity. Resisting the strong temptation to jump off the bed and grab her vibrator, Nikki waited for her next instruction, hoping the bed wouldn't play the waiting game again.

"For your first task, you are to remove the mattress and kneel underneath me, exactly in the centre of my frame." The bed paused for a few seconds so Nikki could digest that information, then retracted its screen.

Kneel underneath the bed? That wouldn't be easy, there isn't much room. What else was going to happen? That can't be the whole task, surely.

Nikki paused and reflected on her options. All the bed had threatened her with was having to start the punishment again if she failed, but if she never even started it in the first place, what has she got to lose? On the other hand, if she doesn't do this, she may never be able to submit to it, and she may never gain this experience that she's been desperately longing for for days.

Torn between curiosity and stubbornness, Nikki elected to comply, heaving the double mattress onto the floor before crawling under the frame. Sliding underneath and wriggling on her belly to the centre of the frame wasn't a problem, but bringing herself up onto her knees when she got there was a harder affair. With some huffing and puffing, and swearing at both herself and the bed, she was in position.

Her knees were already beginning to ache from kneeling on the hardwood floor, and the heavy, iron frame of the bed was digging uncomfortably into her back, but before Nikki could dwell on this, or ask what happens next, she heard a thudding sound on either side of her.

Nikki turned her head to the side, one of the few parts of her body she was able to move freely, and saw that at the edge of the bed, the frame had extended itself down to the floor. Assuming the same had happened on the other side, Nikki realised that the underside of the bed had become a sort of cage. The head end was pushed up against the wall, but craning to look behind her, she noticed that there was no activity at the foot of the bed, so wriggling backwards was still a possibility.

The walls of the cage started moving towards her.

The sight of the bed frame becoming smaller on each side was almost as terrifying as the sound of the metal scraping against the floor. For a fleeting moment, Nikki concerned herself with the possibility that this could damage the floor and cost her her deposit, but the fear of the current situation quickly took back over as the confined nature of her space became progressively more severe.

Before long, the heavy, black cage sides reached where Nikki was kneeling, and started pressing into her skin.

"STOP!" She yelled as loudly as her compressed diaphragm would allow her to. It did stop, Nikki didn't know if the bed had listened to her or sensed that it couldn't make the space any smaller, but she didn't care, the bars were pushing uncomfortably against her sides, making it extremely difficult to move.

Panic set in, and Nikki instinctively tried to wriggle backwards. It was a difficult, painful progress, but she was able to make it a few inches before she heard a whirring sound behind her. Hearing that kind of sound was beginning to elicit a Pavlovian response inside her, although she couldn't quite put her finger on whether it was fear, excitement, or simply resignation that something was about to happen and she couldn't stop it. On this occasion, the fear that already had a firm grip on Nikki's body and mind was heightened even further by the sound, and she instantly stopped wriggling.

The whirring continued for a couple of seconds, and then Nikki felt something force its way slowly inside her cunt. She could tell straight away that it was the same metal dildo that had fucked her the previous week, and that realisation filled her with dread. Sure, that experience was an amazing one, but it was also very lengthy, and endured whilst in a relatively comfortable position. This time, she was already starting to wince in pain at the position she found herself in.

"Please don't do this" she begged the bed. She knew it could hear her, but, unable to look up and see the screen, she also knew that it couldn't communicate with her in any way other than stopping and letting her free, or carrying on what it was doing. The dildo pushed itself all the way inside her, and then stayed in position. It didn't fuck her, fast or slow, it just sat there, filling her cunt, preventing her from moving backwards any further.

Desperately trying to hold on to any shred of control she could, Nikki started wriggling painfully forwards to try and get away from the unforgiving dildo. As soon as she moved, two bars extended vertically downwards on either side of her neck, pushing into the soft area between her neck and collarbone. She was now totally trapped, and aside from wriggling her fingers and toes, and some limited head movement, she couldn't move.

She knew this task wasn't going to be an easy one, it is supposed to be a punishment after all, but this was testing her limits in ways that she never even knew existed. However, Nikki had always been a determined girl, and she knew that that determination and focus would be the only way she'd be able to complete this task.

Nikki tried to ease her mind into the situation, to accept what was happening and concentrate on getting through it. The bed, however, had other ideas, and it wasn't long before Nikki's mind was distracted by something else, as she felt a similarly hard, large, metallic dildo force its way uncomfortably into her anus. A tear started rolling down her left cheek, she struggled to wipe it off, her arms pinned to her sides by the unforgiving cage.

Both her holes were now filled to the point that they felt like they were being stretched, and with neither of the dildos moving, she didn't even have any pleasure to distract her from the ever-growing levels of discomfort she was suffering. Her will was already breaking, and she knew it had only been a few minutes since she'd started this task.

Questions started filling her mind once again. Should she have started this task? Should she have started this whole relationship in the first place? Could this really go on for as long as the previous ordeal did? Soon though, the only question she was able to ask herself was whether or not she should safeword.

This was becoming too much. Her knees were in agony, and lifting one the half an inch that her squashed position allowed her too would only increase the agony when she put it back down again. Her back felt like it was on fire, the points where the frame sat directly on top of her spine being particularly excruciating. Her cunt and arse were becoming increasingly uncomfortable and sore at being so full for so long from something so unforgiving. She'd lost the feeling in her feet, and she was in desperate need of a wee.

Claustrophobia was starting to set in as well. So far she'd been able to stave that off thanks to the admittedly undesirable distractions from the other elements of her predicament, but as time wore on, the severely confined space she was trapped in was fucking with her mind more and more, and the levels of fear were becoming more and more apparent.

Determination came back to her in one final wave. She had to do this, she had to prove to the bed that she could pass a task, and that she was worthy of it controlling her. Luckily for her, the amount of concentration required to stop herself from pissing everywhere was sufficient to distract her from the unbearable pain and discomfort.

More time passed, it was impossible to tell how much, but eventually the need to piss was also becoming unbearable.

"Please, I'm begging you, please let me out. I can't take any more" Nikki sobbed, having long since given up on trying to keep her cheeks dry or her mascara from running down her face. "I'm sorry if I haven't done enough for you, I'm sorry if I've failed this task, but I can't do it any more, it hurts too much."

The bed did nothing but keep Nikki exactly where she was, and, a few moments later, the inevitable happened. With her sobs now developed into a full-on cry, Nikki's bladder muscles gave up, and she pissed all over the bedroom floor underneath her. She regretted not going to the toilet before she'd climbed under the bed -- the excitement at starting her first punishment task presumably distracting her from the need to go -- as a long, steady torrent of piss came out of her impaled cunt and flooded the floor.

The warmth of her own piss provided a slight comfort to her otherwise unbearable predicament, but it soon went cold, and now she had the embarrassment of kneeling in her own piss to add to the multitude of mindfucks she was forced to endure. Worse still, Nikki didn't need to think about holding it all in any more, leaving her mind free to concentrate on what was no longer pain and discomfort, but simply searing, agonising pain.

For the next few moments, the only noise that could be heard was Nikki's resigned crying. This had gone far beyond what she thought she was capable of enduring, and the thought that this was only the first of four tasks she had to complete was almost as uncomfortable as the bars still pushing into her naked, helpless body. Then, the sides of the cage started retracting again, the neck bars lifted, and the dildos pulled themselves out of her holes.

Nikki was suffering from so much exhaustion and pain that she was barely able to move even without any restraints. Nevertheless, she struggled and sobbed as she slowly dragged her body, wet from sweat and piss, out from under the bed frame, and collapsed on top of the mattress next to her. Every inch of her body seemed to be in some sort of agony, but she didn't care any more, she'd done it, she'd completed the task.

Nikki smiled, despite the pain still ripping through her muscles, as she looked down at the heavily pronounced marks on her arms and legs where the bars had dug in. A sense of pride and accomplishment overcame her as the exhaustion got the better of her, and she drifted off to sleep.