Bisexual Tendril Machine Ep. 01

Episode I: Meeting Mistress Payge.

The tendril machine lab.

Kyle came to awareness in the heart of Mistress Payge's grand citadel. He was surrounded by a vast expanse of cold, humorless walls filled with glowing electronic panels whose functions were as yet unknown to him. His eyes surveyed the room, darting from corner to corner. He couldn't move his head; it was strapped into the headrest of a raised contoured chair, a datadias. But he saw her, nevertheless, camouflaged among the sleek smooth machines, stood the woman. Tall, slender, she wore a black velvet-like dress which reached all the way to the floor, but hid nothing. It may have been spray painted on.

"Welcome, Kyle," she purred, her voice sugary sweet, yet underlined with a serpentine hiss. She stepped closer, into the ambient glow of the chamber. Her floor-length, obsidian sheath dress rustled ominously with each step.

"I am Mistress Payge--Repeat that for me."

He tensed and bit his lip. This bitch was not going to get what she wanted. He'd find a way out.

"I'm disappointed, Kyle. I thought we were going to be friends."

Kyle's eyes were adjusting to the light. The room was suffused with a cold radiance emanating from the walls themselves. An imposing, gargantuan machine spread above him, growing from the ceiling like bizarre fungus. Beneath it a chair. In the chair, himself, bound and helpless.

"This, my sweet Kyle," Her voice oozed sweetness, sticky and cloying, "is the tendril machine. I hope you will learn to love it as I do. In fact, I know you will. And then, you will acknowledge that I am Mistress Payge. You will beg for the chance to let my name escape your lips--in fact you will beg to do anything I ask of you."

Kyle struggled futility against his bonds.

With a wave of her hand, she called over an automaton in the all-to-realistic shape of a man, entering Kyle's field of vision from across the room. The android moved with mechanical precision, silently carrying a holographic screen towards Mistress Payge. The screen shimmered awake as it reached her side, projecting an array of digital ripples across its smooth surface. With an elegant touch, Mistress Payge's thin, manicured fingers began to dance upon the screen, commanding its ethereal display.

Kyle's vital signs materialized, capturing the essence of his mental and physical state. Absorbed by the readings, Mistress Payge studied the patterns with an analytical tilt of her head, a wicked smile playing upon her scarlet lips.

"Relax, my dear," she said, moving closer to Kyle. She traced a gloved finger across his forehead, her cold gaze locked onto his frightened stare. "Soon you will understand... obeying me is your only purpose."

An ethereal hum filled the room as she activated the device. Colorful plasma-like tendrils of energy snaked their way from the massive machinery above him, burrowing effortlessly into Kyle's temples and snaking like lightning around his head. He gasped, his body rigid with shock as the process began.

Payge began to speak, her words sliding into Kyle's mind, insidious and persuasive. "You will obey me, Kyle. You will follow my commands. Resistance is futile, acceptance is ecstasy."

Her voice was the only sound in the room, every syllable echoing ominously, each word weaving itself into the fabric of his thoughts.

Each sentence hit him like a wave, submerging him further into the depths of submission. His past memories began to fade, replaced by an omnipresent, singular directive: Obedience to Mistress Payge. The more she spoke, the deeper he sank, his own sense of self slowly fading away.

Kyle's brow furrowed in distress, yet no discernible words escaped him. A sweat broke on his forehead, reflecting the pale, spectral light of the chamber.

"Oh, don't fight it, Kyle," she said, a hint of mockery in her tone. "Your struggle only prolongs the inevitable."

Kyle's body visibly relaxed as he succumbed to her brainwashing, his fight evaporating. His eyes, once filled with fear, now reflected the harsh black reality of his fate. No defiance, no resistance, just an abyss of obedience to Mistress Payge. And then two words escaped his lips, "Mistress Payge."

Eventually the tendrils dissipated in a haze of electric sparks and the machine's hum grew silent. Kyle sat there, eerily serene, as if he was a mere mannequin. He raised his eyes to meet Payge's. There was no fear, no defiance, only a blank canvas waiting for his mistress's orders.

Obedience.

With a dismissive motion, she directed the android to unbind him from the chair beneath the tendril machine. The android, calmly and deliberately undid each strap with agonizing slowness and precision and stepped back to his corner.

"Stand, Kyle," Mistress Payge ordered, her voice resounding in the chilling silence of the room.

Without hesitation, Kyle rose, standing tall in obedience. The transformation was complete; he was no longer Kyle, the rebellious captive. He was now a vessel, a pawn for her to play with.

Mistress Payge studied Kyle for a moment, the cruel glint in her eyes reflecting a perverse satisfaction. She relished her newfound control, the anticipation of the manipulation that would follow. She began to command, her words clear and harsh in the soundless chamber.

"Kneel before me," she commanded. Without a hint of hesitation, Kyle did so, lowering himself until he was prostrate on the cold, hard floor of the chamber.

"Confess your obedience to me." His voice rang out, hollow and unfeeling, "I obey Mistress Payge." He spoke in a hushed voice, the voice of surrender, "I obey Mistress Payge, I obey Mistress Payge, I obey Mistress Payge..." Like a glitching program, he mindlessly repeated the phrase.

"You may be silent." She crooned, her voice now the most beautiful melody he had ever heard. There was nothing he would not do for that voice.

"Kiss the hem of my gown." He obeyed instantly, pressing his lips against the black, futuristic material without a hint of reluctance.

"Now, crawl over here and learn to serve me." His dignity discarded, Kyle obeyed, his hands and knees scraping against the strangely warm floor as he circled the room.

She waved to the android, yet again, "My throne, please."

She didn't have to say, 'please.' The part of Kyle that was still Kyle, the Ever-Kyle, caught this subtle clue and hoped it was a weakness.

"You have served well," she intoned and with a nod dismissed the android. He left gracefully to return from whence he came, a silent miracle of Mistress Payge's advanced scientific engineering.

"My foot boy." she motioned to Kyle as she sat down.

"Good boy, now take off my shoes and massage my feet," Payge instructed, lifting her legs onto his form. He dutifully obliged, gingerly removing her shoes and beginning to massage her feet.

"Worship me with your gratitude you feel to be in my presence."

His voice echoed in the chamber once again, "Thank you Mistress Payge. Thank you Mistress Payge. Thank you Mistress Payge. Thank you Mistress Payge..." He was glitching again.

The source of the glitch was Kyle himself. He was still himself but a prisoner inside his own body, Ever-Kyle. He could hear the words he was speaking, but everytime he tried to stop, he would repeat the words that were so mortifying to him.

"Be silent." No sound, but the subtle rubbing of his hands on the soles of her feet.

"You will have to do better, but there is time for that later. Before we teach you to please my feet I want you to--" Payge paused, savoring the anticipation, "Strip for me--But do not fucking touch your cock."

Ever-Kyle hesitated inside. He wasn't going to entertain this icy mistress by displaying his manhood. He refused. But his body betrayed him

As he stood, he felt his own hand move towards the button of his jeans. He'd never imagined himself willingly undressing for Mistress Payge, but she had somehow taken control of his body, leaving him a mere puppet. Moving without his consent, his hand unbuttoned his jeans. He felt his breathing speed up as he fought against the power of Mistress Payge's tendril machine.

Ever-Kyle, the part of him that remained, could feel the tremors in his muscles as he attempted defiance. But as he pulled his jeans and boxers down, he also realized there was an aching lust in his groin slowly growing in anticipation of the further orders that he knew were coming. He was perplexed. The machine could make his body obey, could it also make him feel?

Maturbating for her pleasure.

Mistress Payge watched on, a cruel smile dancing on her lips, as she delighted in the demeaning display of obedience. Kyle, the once-defiant captive, was now an empty vessel, completely under her control. Her cruel laughter echoed in the chamber as he continued to fulfill her commands.

"Masturbate for me." Silence.

Her voice grew more stern, "Obey me, Kyle."

Kyle felt a deep yearning rise within him as Mistress Payge's sultry voice filled the room. Her instructions were like a drug, coursing through his veins and making him cave to her demands.

A wave of shame washed over him as he saw Mistress Payge's appraising gaze on his exposed body. Her eyes commanded him to continue, and despite the humiliation, he could feel the electricity of anticipation coursing through his veins.

"Masturbate for me, Kyle--but don't cum."

He was forced to obey and began to stroke himself, slow and steady, as Mistress looked on, a smug smile on her face.

It was not long before he could feel the summit of pleasure start rising within him, but Mistress Payge had been clear: no climax. He gritted his teeth and shifted his grip, willing himself to maintain the same intensity but take it to a lower, more bearable level. His breath became ragged as his climax relentlessly approached despite his efforts.

Mistress Payge noticed his rising ardor, "Stop," she spat out, with cruelty in her eyes. "Don't you fucking cum!"

Even while realizing that he was just one tease away from relief, Kyle stopped immediately, his hand frozen in mid-stroke as his arousal grew twice as strong. He didn't understand why Mistress Payge had stopped him, but every time he resisted, it seemed she wrapped her tendrils even tighter.

"Good boy." She purred, and he could almost taste the cruel satisfaction on her lips as she ordered him to stand up. He obeyed, feeling a strange sense of helplessness as his limbs moved to do her bidding.

"Tonight," she said with a satisfied smirk, "we will see just how far you can take your obedience. Maybe I'll even let you cum. But for now, I want you to continue, slower."

His hand moved of its own volition, his fingers groping and caressing his harder-than-it-had-ever-been manhood. His skin burned with desire and arousal as she watched, her gaze lingering at the protrusion between his legs as his hips thrust in a desperate attempt to bring himself pleasure he would not be allowed to complete.

But as soon as he felt the blissful heat rise upwards, he heard her voice once more, commanding him to cease his movements. He did, even though his body ached for what could have been.

Kyle knew he was not in control, not anymore. Mistress Payge had taken possession of him, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make her happy. His obedience had no bounds, and tonight she had plans for him. What those plans may be, he could not begin to fathom. But he knew that whatever it was, his body would obey and he would have no choice but to give himself over to her.

In a massive burst of effort Ever-Kyle forced his lips and tongue to form words behind his grit teeth, "Why are you tormenting me?"

She smiled coolly, "Because I can." She paused, letting him reflect on the poignancy of those words.

"Oh yes, I can even make you want it. You may continue." She said dismissively. "Bring yourself to the edge, but do not cum!"

The waves of pleasure started to intensify, and Kyle clenched his teeth as he rode the wave of pleasure. He can feel the edge coming upon him, and suddenly he is jolted back to consciousness as he feels her icy fingers encircle his wrist firmly, her voice a husky whisper in his ear.

"Not yet, pet. That pleasure is for me."

In that moment, though his hands had ceased their ministrations to his throbbing cock, he felt a wave of pleasure rush through him. The pleasure of obedience. The pleasure of her voice. It was as strong as his best orgasm had ever been.

He knew that whatever she wanted him to do, he would do without hesitation. He wanted her to achieve her goal, whatever it may be. He wanted her to make him reach the ultimate pleasure that she was capable of giving. He was willing to do whatever it took to bring her satisfaction, and with that thought came a surge of pleasure. All he wanted was to obey her, to show her that he could take whatever she commanded of him and make it something beautiful.

He was losing himself. His true self, the Ever-Kyle on the inside, felt his tenuous grip on reality slipping away. He couldn't control his body, he couldn't control his feelings and now it was looking like he couldn't control his thoughts.

Licking her pussy

In the cold light of the tendril machine lab, Mistress Payge's piercing gaze bore into Kyle, a glimmer of amusement dancing in her eyes. She observed the rapid rise and fall of his chest, his mind grappling with the gravity of his predicament. With a voice that dripped with both command and seduction, she uttered words designed to soothe his troubled thoughts.

"Relax, my dear Kyle," she purred, her tone laced with a disarming allure. "You are in capable hands now. There is no need for apprehension or doubt. Follow me, and I will guide you to a realm of pleasurable obedience."

Kyle's lips quivered, showing he could still fight even as his strength diminished. The weight of her presence, both captivating and unsettling, beckoned him forward. He found himself drawn to her enigmatic allure, his trust in her growing against all rational reasoning.

He yielded to her command, falling in step behind her as they embarked on a journey. Each footstep echoed in the corridor, a subtle reminder of the path he had already trodden.

The sterile efficiency of the lab faded away as they delved deeper into Mistress Payge's domain. The air grew heavier, charged with an intangible energy, as if the very walls whispered secrets of science undreamed of in this world, while ambient lighting cast a mysterious glow upon the corridor. Etched patterns on the walls, now illuminated, occupied his waking mind.

Mistress Payge's graceful figure led their way, her tight ebony gown clinging to her curves, a dark sheathe of shadows. The rhythmic click of her heels punctuated the silence, creating an almost hypnotic effect. Each click took him deeper into his obedient trance, like a hypnotist fractionating a subject.

As they walked, Kyle's mind swirled with a mix of anticipation, curiosity, and an inexplicable connection to Mistress Payge. He couldn't help but wonder what awaited him at the end of these corridors, what dark secrets and tantalizing revelations were about to be unveiled. Or perhaps the game she played was simpler: never tell him. Never let him know what was going to happen until it was already happening.

She slowed as she neared her private apartments in the heart of her domain, her innermost sanctum, a testament to the fusion of scientific brilliance and aesthetic beauty. As the heavy doors silently swung open, a world of mesmerizing wonders unfurled before Kyle's eyes.

The chamber was bathed in a soft, ambient light, emitted from advanced luminescent panels embedded within the walls and ceiling. The air carried a subtle hint of rare fragrances, synthesized with precision to create an atmosphere that tantalized yet soothed and nurtured the senses. The room exuded a sense of calculated opulence, with sleek lines and geometric patterns adorning the furnishings.

At the center of her sanctum stood a state-of-the-art sleep pod, another datadias, its contours curving with ergonomic elegance. Clad in a fabric that melded comfort with cutting-edge technology, this datadais promised restorative slumber beyond conventional means.

Surrounding the datadais were holographic displays, projecting a constant stream of information. Charts, and data visualizations danced in an ethereal ballet. The control surfaces were canvases for the ever-evolving artwork of light and color, intricate designs of quantum patterns and fractal algorithms, though their purpose was beyond the comprehension of those not initiated into Mistress Payge's secrets.

As Kyle stepped into this technological marvel, he was awestruck by the convergence of scientific brilliance and artistic vision. It was a sanctuary that transcended the boundaries of conventional understanding, a testament to the extraordinary advancements achieved by Mistress Payge in her relentless pursuit of knowledge.

"Tonight, you are going to cum as you lick my pussy." She took his hand and led him to the datadais. As he approached, he saw that its surface flowed seamlessly in all three dimensions like the french curve tools he saw his designer buddies use.

As Mistress Payge stood by it, Kyle was slowly drawn to the strange pod, feeling as though he had no control over his own body. Mistress Payge stood tall, her already hypnotic gaze now even more powerful as she watched him come closer.

He knelt in front of her like a loyal pet, feeling his heart pounding in anticipation of her command.

"Tonight," she said in a low, seductive voice, "you are going to pleasure me with your tongue. You will lick my pussy until I climax, and I will enjoy every moment of it."

A nod of her head was all it took; he stood and slowly, carefully removed her long black gown. Her porcelain skin shone in the dim light and he could barely contain himself as he looked upon her freckled perfection.

He then trailed his tongue down from her neck to her stomach, and finally to her inner thighs. He slowly licked his way up her slit, eliciting a satisfied hum from her as he moved. His movements became more and more frenzied as he felt her body grow tense under his touch.

Nothing else mattered except her and following her demands. He had no choice but to obey Mistress Payge's every command- his only thought was to serve her.

She took his hand and guided him to what he now recognized as an advanced ergonomic sex couch as it suddenly erupted from the datadias. As he sank down into the surface it felt like he was on a cloud of luxurious velvet and lustrous silk. The advanced material defied description soft, smooth and exuding the promise of sexual bliss.

His body trembled in anticipation as his mistress positioned him on the low curve of the couch projecting from the dais. He felt the advanced fabric between his fingers as his hands explored the strange fabric.

She adjusted his body, shifting him until he was lying comfortably with his face level to her pelvic area. Heat rose between his legs as he heard her siren-like voice commanding him to stay still and place his hands above his head. Her words filled the room with a sacred intimacy that he could not resist being a part of.

"Now place your feet on the floor for stability." He did as he was told when suddenly the couch sprang to life and held his hands in place above his head while his feet firmly secured to the floor.

'Damn, restrained again,' The Ever-Kyle observed from deep within his consciousness.

Mistress Payge lewdly spread her legs and straddled his face, her delicious pussy held tantalizingly close to his mouth. She was teasing him. Her hands gripped his head and her lustrous voice filtered down to his ears. "Lick my pussy, Kyle. Lick all around it. Go slow, go deep. Make sure you don't miss a single inch."