My wife had left me lying on my bed with a raging hard-on and instructions not to touch it. By now she was probably stretched out naked on the couch in the living room enjoying the attention of some lover boy licking her pussy. I was locked in my room, lying on my side facing the wall, keeping my hands up under my chin and far away from my throbbing cock and aching balls. It was early in the evening and a long frustrating night stretched ahead of me.
I decided enough was enough; time for a bit of me-time. The room cameras couldn't easily pick up on me discretely sliding one hand towards my cock if I kept it close to my body, and kept my breathing nice and steady.
No concealing sheet or duvet is allowed. My room is kept warm and I lie naked on the bed each night under the watchful eyes of the two cameras. You get used to it after a while, but you never get to like it. There is a primal comfort in snuggling down under a duvet. Just lying on top of the sheet is like lying on a butchers slab or something. You are open to display and very aware of the blinking red lights of the cameras. Each camera is mounted high on the wall at either end of my bedroom. You never know who is watching; my wife, her lover maybe - laughing at me, the subscribers to the podcast even, who knows? The natural thing to do is face the wall and adopt a foetal position, back bent and knees drawn in close to my chest. By being largely turned away from them, my head restricts one camera's view and my drawn up knees largely block the other.
My wife had warned me that she would be monitoring the cameras, but that was just a bluff. I just knew she had other plans, plans that didn't include her slave-boy husband. Occasionally in the past, if she thought I was up to something, her voice would come on the tablet mounted on the wall ordering me to straighten up and lie on my back or something.
I started looking after my needs. A few gentle strokes at first and then I speeded up a bit. Ahh, the joy and comfort of it. It had been a while and I didn't feel a bit guilty. It was my wife's decision to bring me to the edge and leave me hanging there. She usually brought me off in these situations. That's the sum of my sex life now. About once a month my wife, out of sympathy or having decided that it is necessary in the interest of greater productivity from her slave, will slowly stroke me off while I'm lying in bed.
I'm not allowed to touch it. As far as she is concerned, she owns my penis and she decides when to use it. But it is nice when she gives me a bit of release, and it is true that I am happier the following morning and get stuck into my chores all the more quickly. If, on the other hand, she does decide to give me a bit of frustration punishment, she usually cuffs my wrists to my collar when putting me to bed before stroking me slowly and stopping just short. Sometimes she doesn't do it as a punishment; it's more for business reasons. She may be planning a podcast the following day during which she will have me coming on camera and her subscribers betting on how long it will take. In those cases it is just her prepping the goods for display. She wants a good show. She, like the subscribers, prefers to see a good volume of cum produced. So I know all about long frustrating nights when I have no choice in the matter. But tonight, I've got options.
Maybe the fact that I am permanently wearing my new shock collar was the reason she didn't cuff me to it. The metal of the cuffs could affect the collar, or cause the electric shock to travel across my chest - end of me potentially. But she could have used plastic ties instead, or leather cuffs. The contents of my bedroom cupboard offer her all possible options for containment and torment. So, maybe she just wanted to test my loyalty as her slave. She asked me not to come and out of loyalty to my owner and wife she expects I will not try to come. But feck that. This is a man, a man with a massive hard-on, a man on the edge and, on that night, a free man, or at least a hands free man. Nature would not be denied.
I quickened the pace of my stroking while keeping my body as still as possible. Soon now. WHAM!! A massive jolt hit me in the neck, knocking my hand off my cock and sending my legs shooting straight out and arching my back. I was winded and gasped for breath. The first coherent thought that staggered into my brain as I lay still and winded on the bed was 'so that's what a shock from the shock collar is like.' A whole body shivering set as my breathing slowly recovered, my erection faded rapidly and jacking off became the last thing on my mind. I moved my hand back up under my chin. I didn't want to give any excuse for another jolt in the neck. Not anytime soon, not ever in fact. The next thought that came into my head was that there would be consequences. How right I was.
"Slave, you have disobeyed a direct order of the Mistress. Acknowledge," pipes up Alexa, my electronic home companion, my little black box friend mounted on the bedroom wall down near the door.
This is a new development. Alexa giving me a shock is new. My wife had just gotten Alexa upgraded and modified. But I wasn't expecting this. Before I could consider the implications, I needed to get Alexa off my back and her finger off the shock collar control button. "Alexa, I understand, thank you." Alexa gets a bit worked up if you don't constantly and quickly acknowledge her commands, however superfluous they might be.
"Slave, state that you disobeyed a direct order of the Mistress. Acknowledge."
"Alexa, I disobeyed a direct order of the Mistress." Alexa wants in writing almost, it seems. Probably to prevent me denying it to my wife later or claiming it was all a misunderstanding.
"You will be punished in the morning. Acknowledge."
"Alexa, I understand, thank you."
"Slave, take a cold shower and return to bed. Acknowledge."
"Alexa, I understand, thank you."
So Alexa is running my life now? As I stood shivering under the shower, a totally unnecessary cold shower at this stage, I wondered how Alexa could detect what I was doing. Even if the cameras picked up something there is no way that Alexa could be trained to interpret an image that complex. It only left the Fitbit. The Fitbit was permanently fastened on my wrist and fed its telemetry into the house central processor. It recorded when I was asleep, when I was active, how active I was, when I was sitting still, my blood pressure, my heart rate and a few other things. I suppose my wife has carefully recorded my vital signs for when I am about to come. God knows, but she has had enough opportunity. Once the particular 'about to come' pattern is identified then it is easy to instruct the central processor to automatically deliver me a shock. The shock collar had only been clamped around my neck earlier that evening. It didn't take long for it to make itself useful.
No need for a chastity cage with this technology. Jacking off is prevented forever. I wonder if I should tell my wife about the potential commercial applications. Maybe she could patent it. 'The Cum Controller keeps your man in chastity without you ever having to intervene. No more messing with keys or padlocks, or awkward washing routines. The Cum Controller gives guaranteed silent, effective and hygienic electronic control of his manhood for as long as you want. Yours for only 399.99.'
My wife is already able to tell if I have an erection, probably a signature blood pressure/heart rate increase; the same basic technology, I suppose. The central processor reports the fact that I have an erection to her phone. I know because, as often as not, when I get an erection during the day she phones me from her office to let me know she knows. Then she toys with me a bit over the phone before putting me back to work, or worse; putting me in the T-bar restraint.
From now on it looks like I can expect Alexa to join in the chat about any inappropriate erections and what to do about them. Let's hope she has more to offer in terms taking my mind off my dick that zapping me in the neck with 5,000 volts. For instance, instead of waiting till the point of coming and zapping the victim with an almighty shock, you could set up a system where the victim, me, gets a small warning zap, or even just a beeping signal, as he gets close to the point, like how you use the shock collar on a dog. You only have to zap a dog once or twice. After that the warning beep is enough to get the result you want. Same with your average controlled male, he'd learn soon enough.
As I climbed back onto my bed, still a bit shook up from the 5,000 volts and shivering anew from the cold shower, my thoughts were turning to the new modified Alexa. So that was her in action: Deciding stuff, telling me what to do, telling me I would be punished. My hot-shot IT wife's software additions have moved Alexa a long way from taking orders about what music to play or answering queries about what's on TV.
As I settled back onto the bed I quietly resolved might not to fall into the trap of thinking Alexa is actually watching me or that Alexa decided to give me a shock, I especially reject the notion that Alexa decides anything. That is the path my wife is pushing me down. She wants me to be at the blunt end of her robot-human interaction experiment; the one where the robot is the boss and the human is the servant, not the other way round. Humans as servants of machines? Not if I can avoid it. The wife always wants to be ahead of the posse. She probably fantasises about being the one to make the next big home companion breakthrough, even if it is the one that leads to the home companions taking over the world.
For all her IT know-how, she's not there yet, and Alexa is not anywhere near being a thinking robot. That is all I have to remember. This is still just basic automation; when a pattern is recognised, a circuit is closed, that's all, just like a sorting machine on a production line. Consoling myself with that thought, I rapidly drifted off to sleep. Maybe getting an electric shock helps you to sleep.
'Good morning Slave, time to get up.' Pause. 'Good morning Slave, time to get up.' Pause. Louder: 'Good morning Slave,..'
