The Task 10

THE TASK

Denise browsed her email with a bored expression. The usual. Mostly spam and junk. No matter how many times she tried to 'unsubscribe' or set up rules to remove junk, it never worked. Over 100 emails and only 3 were actual things she cared about.

Email: Dentist - Your appointment has been confirmed for tomorrow, see you then.

Email: Electric Bill - Your October Bill is ready to review

Email: Package shipped - Your order is on the way

Denise clicked each one and scanned over them. Nothing exciting. She deleted the spam and junk and closed her email. She was about to go pour herself some tea, when a notification popped up in the lower corner of her screen. She furrowed her brow and squinted to read the tiny message: "AI TASK, click when ready to start"

Denise cocked her head to the side, "AI TASK, what is that?" she clicked it and a larger window popped open. It had a larger bold font titled, "Personal Improvement." she continued to read the message:

Your intelligent artificial assistant has monitored your activities for the last year and has developed a personal improvement plan. It is designed to provide you with satisfaction at a level you have never experienced before. It uses the most advanced algorithms to determine your optimal path to self satisfaction and improve your future life. Using data from every network accessible source and studies from all academic research, a plan has been built specifically for you.

Denise, shook her head and was about to skip to the delete task button. She moved the arrow down to the button, but hesitated and read a line of bolded text: DO NOT DELETE! YOU WILL MISS OUT ON THE MOST SEXUALLY GRATIFYING OPPORTUNITY OF YOUR LIFE!

She laughed, "What the hell kind of sales campaign is this?" Without thinking about it, she moved the mouse arrow over to "ACCEPT and START TASK" and clicked it. A pop-up stated "TASK STARTED" then went away after a few seconds. She waited but nothing else happened. She scrolled to the calendar and notes, but nothing mentioned a task.

She shook her head again and pushed her chair back, stood and headed to the kitchen to start water for some hot tea.

About an hour later, Denise had finished her tea and was standing in the garden. She was lightly spraying some plants with a misting hose when she heard the doorbell through the open sliding glass doors. She turned off the hose and headed inside. Opening the door, Denise saw a white van pulling away. A slogan on the side: BETTER SELF, LLC.

She picked up a box that had been left on her welcome mat. It was brown with no markings or return address. Weird, she thought.

Inside Denise placed the box on the counter and used scissors to cut the top taping and pulled the cardboard flaps open. Inside she found three smaller boxes, each labeled 1 through 3. A quick reference card was laying on top of them, it said:

Welcome to BETTER SELF, LLC!

Thanks for choosing the path to your best self and greatest sexual gratification of your life!

To ensure achievement, follow instructions in each box completely before proceeding to open the next box.

Based on your personal profile, you are strong willed and independent. This can make following instructions a challenge for you. To ensure you follow instructions and achieve the correct outcome, it has been determined that you need incentive and motivation. To start your preparation, please strip off your clothing and open box labeled #1 and follow the directions.

Denise looked around. She felt like she was about to do something illegal or naughty, but wasn't sure why. Her front drapes were open, but the blinds were tilted upward to let light inside and bounce off the ceiling, so she could not be seen by anyone outside. She slowly started to strip her clothes off. First she kicked off her pink crocs, followed by her baggy pink hoody, then her similarly baggy pink sweatpants. She stood in her snug fitting white panties and bra, along with her white ankle socks.

She was petite, 34 years old, with dirty blonde hair and thin arms and legs. her waist was thin, but her chest and hips were a bit wider and plumper than when she was a cheerleader over 16 years ago. Her bra and panties were clean and white and fit snuggly. She had intended to get some larger sizes, but she kind of liked the way it made her skin bulge. She rubbed her hands on her hips and grinned.

She re-read the instructions, then removed her bra, panties and socks. Using her scissors, she cut open the top of box one. Inside she found another quick reference card: This item has been perfectly sized to fit you. Please place it around your neck to begin. Ensure the clasp is at the back of your neck and the screen faces front.

Denise examined the smooth device. It was a collar made from some cool alloy. the outside seemed to be covered in a coating that she could not determine and the inside seemed to be metal. Smooth and shiny, it was very elegant looking but seemed very durable and strong. It had no hinges but was flexible enough to open and close a bit. She could find no labels or marking other than a slightly raised crystal screen slowly pulsing a light blue iridescent color. The latch was nothing more than two surfaces that fit into each other and were barely visible when placed together. She tried several times to make them latch but they would not.

She looked in the box several times hoping to see something else or some instruction manual that explained how it worked and what it did. She was skeptical and was about to abandon the entire idea. It was just too much. She sat it down in the box and went to get a drink of water. While slowly sipping from a plastic cup and looking out into her garden, Denise thought about the words again "YOU WILL MISS OUT ON THE MOST SEXUALY GRATIFYING OPPORTUNITY OF YOUR LIFE" and a tingle in her naughty parts made her eyes droop a bit. She had been horny when she woke up but had ignored it like she usually did. She preferred to let it build up for a week, then masturbate and make it last by edging herself multiple times during the day. Today was her 'cheat day' as she thought of it. So, she was at her peak horny level already. She sat down her water cup and went back to the box.

Without thinking about it, she took the collar and placed it around her neck. It opened just enough to allow her slender long neck to pass through. She adjusted it to make sure it was comfortable and the opening was facing directly behind her. Then she pressed it together. It was actually very snug and she had to press the end together with some force. She felt her skin bulge slightly before the ends came together with a barely audible 'click'. She immediately tried to pry it open again, but when she tried to fit her fingers between the collar and her skin, she was not able to get underneath it. Panic set in!

She ran to the bathroom and examined the collar in the mirror. She kept trying to pry it open and was still unable to fit her slender finger between the collar and her neck. Her breathing was shallow and quick. As she frantically tried to find a seam or a way to pry the collar off, she became aware of her reflection. her face was flush, her cheeks red, her eyes wide and brows furrowed with worry and fear. She froze and became engrossed in her image. The collar was a perfect fit, just as the note had said. It was shiny in places and satin in others. The oval crystal was no longer pulsing a light blue, but was red and beating with her pulse. She stared at it and started to calm down. At the same time, the beating red glow slowed down to match her pulse.

"Now that you have calmed down a bit Denise, we can continue." a voice emitted from the collar surprised her.

"What the hell? Who is this? I want this collar off right now!" Denise put her balled up fists on her hips and stared at the mirror. Her gaze focused on the glowing crystal of her collar.

The glow changed from red to iridescent purple, "No. The collar remains locked on your neck until this task is complete."

Denise's expression shifted from extreme anger to concern, "What do you mean, NO? I will call the police! I will sue your entire fucking company for every dime you have! I want this thing off right this minute!"

The voice from the collar spoke and the glowing crystal pulsed in rhythm with its words, "No. Now return to the kitchen and open the box labeled two. If you continue to refuse, I will start encouragement protocols. You have 30 seconds to comply."

"Fuck you! I don't know what game you are playing, but I am done. Get this thing off me, now!" she renewed her attempt to pry the collar from her neck. Digging through the bathroom drawers, she found a nail file and tried to slip it between the metal of the collar and her neck, but when she placed it at the edge, there was no space, as if the collar was glued to her skin. She pressed harder until a red mark appeared on her skin and she drew blood, "Ouch! Damn it! Is this thing glued on? You people are in real big trouble now!"

"You have 10 seconds to comply before I start encouragement," the voice informed Denise.

Denise placed her hands back on her hips and starred in the mirror, "Encouragement. This should be good." She tapped her bare foot on the cold tile floor, "What are you going to do?"

The voice counted slowly, "Three, two, one, encouragement protocol started. You were warned."

A low static sound was followed by an electrical discharge from the collar into Denise's skin. She stumbled backwards and bent at the knees. Her eyes wide and uncomprehending what had just happened. She caught her breath and started to renew her anger at the mirror view of the collar, "What the fuck! That hurt!"

"Please proceed to the kitchen and complete the next task Denise," the female voice of the collar commanded.

"I swear I will sue you and your company into oblivion! I am NOT playing your game!" Denise raised her middle finger to the mirror as her face contorted in extreme anger.

The voice kept a steady tone, "Raising encouragement to level two. You have 10 seconds to comply." The static sound grew louder as the time counted down. Denise frantically searched for something she could use to stop the punishment of the shock. She turned on the water of the shower and jumped inside. The water cascaded down her hair and over the collar just as the countdown ended. The shock was so severe that Denise lost her muscle control in her knees and arms. Her jaw clamped down tightly and she was unable to move until the shock stopped. The pain was more than twice that of the first shock. It lasted for 10 seconds and Denise stumbled against the shower wall. The water finally started warming a bit. She took in long ragged breaths, grasping at the collar, "FUck! StOp, No more!"

"Please proceed to the kitchen and complete step two now." the collar voice calmly commanded again.

Denise turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry off. Only about 15 seconds had passed and the collar static sound started again to build up, "Okay, I am going, give me a second to dry off and get my robe." but the sound grew and at the end of the build up it discharged sending the same level of shock as before. Denise's muscles locked up tight and the pain brought tears to her eyes. When it was done, she stumbled to the floor, "Please stop, for GOD sake!" but before she had even finished her exclamation the color static buildup began again. Denise scrambled to her feet, still slightly wet from her quick shower, and ran in short choppy steps to the kitchen, "Fine! I am here, you son of a bitch!"

"Please proceed to the kitchen and complete step two now." the collar voice calmly commanded again.

She cut the tape and opened the second box. It contained another item made from the same material as the collar. The note read: This item has been custom constructed for you. Place it around your waist and connect the hasps in the front. Once complete, bring the middle section between your legs and connect it with the waist hasps. Once that is done, you may proceed with box #3. She stared at the shiny device. She knew what it was, but had never actual worn one. It was a chastity belt.

"You have got to be kidding me you fuckers! What does this have to do with bettering myself or sexual gratification? This thing is meant to keep a woman from having sex, not gratifying herself." She waited for a response, but the collar remained silent. She stood there holding the belt for about a minute and then the static charging sound convinced her to put the thing on, "Fine, fine, I am doing it."

She slipped the belt around her waist and it was snug. She had to really squish her skin to force the hasps together in front of her belly. Then she reach through to grab the middle part and pulled it between her legs and up to her waist. She adjusted it several times to make it fit comfortably over her ass and pussy. She felt slight ridges around the two linked metal parts that made a very snug seal around her private parts, but there were two large openings over her pussy and asshole. Something was missing. She struggled to make the hasps all connect. It was definitely meant to be tight once locked in place. Finally, her tugging paid off and the connections clicked together. Once again, another device was locked on her body tightly and she could not even fit a finger between the metal parts and her skin. The large openings over her pussy and asshole confused her. She knew it should contain some kind of barrier to prevent access to these sensitive parts, but there was none.

The collar voice calmly spoke, "Thank you Denise. I am detecting the chastity component has been applied correctly. I am linked to it now. Diagnostics complete. Please proceed to box three."

Denise was about to start complaining again, but still felt shaky from her last shock and decided to follow through and see where this was going. She cut the tape and opened box three. Her expression started as confusion as she pulled several things from the box. The card read: Wear these restraints on your wrists, ankles, above your knees and elbows. Each has a engraving inside to indicate the proper appendage to wear them on. Denise took out one of them, they were made from the same metal alloy as the collar and chastity belt. She found the one for her right wrist and slipped it around her thin wrist and pressed the end together. They clicked together in a seamless connection. They were a perfect fit. She wondered how they could be so perfectly fit to her body. Fearing more shocks, she kept moving and securing the restraints to her other wrist. Bending to apply the ankle restraints, she felt the belt pressing her skin. She had to adjust how she moved to keep from pinching herself. The ankles and thighs went on smoothly, if not a bit too snug. Lastly, she slipped on the devices above her elbows. Once they were all one, she checked and confirmed they were perfectly fit to her measurements and seemed to be glued to her skin. Maybe glued was not the correct word, but the skin was somehow welded to the metal parts and moved in unison.

The collar voice calmly spoke, "Thank you Denise. I am detecting the four cuff components have been applied correctly. I am linked to them now. Diagnostics complete. Please clean up the packaging and discard into your refuse receptacle. You may return to your regular routine until tomorrow morning at 6:30 am. I suggest you do not attempt to masterbate as you had previously planned due to restriction set on your plan. Level three encouragement is authorized for any deviations."

Denise took a few minutes to understand what she had just heard before responding, "What are you talking about, my plan? How long do I have to keep following your orders? What is this all about?"

The collar seemed to be processing it's response as the purple glow spun in a slow circle. Then it became solid and beat with the words, "Denise, you agreed to the plan from Better Self, LLC via your computer AI assistant this morning. The EUA spells it out precisely. I suggest re-reading it for any questions you might have. The package you received had a warning card giving you a second chance to change your mind. However, once the collar is placed on you, the programs starts and cannot be stopped until completion of the task. In your case, your AI determined you were a sexual deviant and needed your darkest fantasies fulfilled. BETTER YOU, LLC. promises to give you exactly what you need. All sales are final and no refunds. Tomorrow, the program will start. Be prepared. Cleaned inside and out, dressed for a trip. No need to pack clothing or toiletries, everything will be provided at your destination. Sleep tight."

Denise stood with her mouth open.