Subroutine Manager Ch. 05

"Final check before we start. Are you absolutely certain you're ready for this?"

I rolled my eyes at the question. "For the hundredth time, yes. I'm certain. I'm ready for this now. I want you to get in there and fuck my brain up." Kay was being overly cautious as usual. Since my last breakdown, she'd been treating me like a delicate glass sculpture that could shatter at any moment. Which wasn't entirely inaccurate, if I was being honest, but I really was feeling better this time. Kay had been prepping something special for today, and despite my constant pestering, she hadn't given me a single clue.

"Alright, one last thing before we start. Tell me your safewords." There was a stern tone in Kay's voice, almost like a schoolteacher going over the rules.

"Obsidian is I'm getting nervous, but it's your choice whether to continue or not. Cerulean is to pause the scene for a bit. Arcadia is to stop everything and reset as much as possible back to normal ASAP." It was a comprehensive list, but we were trying to be as safe as possible.

Kay had a cheeky grin on her face. "And the last one?"

I let out a deep sigh. "Marigold is 'I love what you're doing and want more of it but I'm too much of a scaredy-pants to admit it.' I really don't think it's necessary."

"Nonsense, you can never be too cautious when it comes to experiments. And today, my dear, we are going to experiment!" She held up a clipboard, revealing a lengthy checklist of some sort. She moved it away before I could get a proper look, but it appeared to be quite thorough. "Besides," she continued, "I don't want to be asking every thirty seconds if something is okay with you. We have a lot to get through, so the more ways you can quickly and easily express your feelings, the better."

It was hard to disagree with that. We'd already established some boundaries, such as not tackling any serious issues with the app for now. There were too many risks and it wasn't worth trying to fix something when we could just as easily make things worse. And besides, if I was being honest with myself, I wasn't sure I wanted to overwrite all of my issues. That was the sort of thing that could lead me to an identity crisis over whether I still existed, or if I was fundamentally someone new. Although Kay could theoretically use the app to make me not have an existential crisis. In any case, we were planning to use it for hot sex first and address complex personal problems later.

We'd also spoken at length over my feelings towards being forced to act more artificially. For whatever reason, the idea of being treated like an actual unthinking robot or even believing I was one was super hot. I knew there were plenty of humans into that sort of thing, so maybe that's why it didn't bother me as much as it should have. It didn't trigger the negative feelings of dissonance that Kay insisted on calling dysphoria. If anything, it made me feel better about myself, since I knew my real mind wasn't like that.

I'm a literal object with an objectification kink. Go figure.

Explaining why I felt fine with it to Kay had been the hardest part. It didn't work like her dysphoria at all, but she hadn't tried to fight me on it either. The two of us had spent literal hours going over everything, making sure our boundaries were clear, and trying to understand my weird mindset as best as possible.

And this was the result. Kay with her laptop open, clipboard next to her, mad scientist lab coat and glasses on. I just had my basic sweatpants and tank top. And I was ready to get on with it already. "So now that that's all cleared up, can you please tell me what you had in mind for today?"

Kay snapped a pair of rubber gloves on her hands. I had no idea where they came from. "Now, we're going to do some experiments. All systems are ready to go. Are you good to start? Remember, I'm not going to stop unless you safeword."

The mere thought caused a shiver to run through my system. "Hell yeah I'm ready, and you'd better not. Let's get cracking."

"Alright then. Test number one, begin." Kay pressed a single button, then looked up at me. "Tell me what you see."

My vision began to blur, as if the world was falling out of focus. Although strangely enough, Kay herself was crystal clear to me. I blinked rapidly, but it didn't help. Everything around me was a vague blur except for my partner. "Woah, that's so trippy. I can't make out anything but you. Did you make it so I can't see anything but Mistress or something?" The word fell out of my mouth without my control. "Wait, Mistress. You changed your name to Mistress as well, didn't you."

There was a mischievous grin on Kay's face. "Well it appears that the first experiment was a success. Turns out I can pre-load certain functions and trigger them all at once, rather than searching through the app every time. That'll be fun down the line." She wrote some notes down in her clipboard. "Now, let's make sure it's as easy to undo."

After a brief moment, my sight returned to normal. I no longer felt dizzy looking around the room. "All back to normal, Mistress." This time I made a deliberate effort to call her by her title instead of using her name.

Kay's eyes widened. "Wait, is it really still affecting you? You shouldn't have the speech filter anymore. Hang on, I'm going to-" her rambling stopped as she noticed my playful grin. "For fuck's sake Lina, you're gonna give me a heart attack. Is it really fine?"

"I think so, Kay." Saying her name out loud was verbal confirmation that her experiment had worked. "Yup, back to normal. Although I don't mind calling you 'Mistress' as much as you might think."

"Oh, you think that's funny, do you? I'll show you what happens when you mess with my scientific method. Let's move onto something more strenuous, shall we?" Kay pressed another button, then simply waited. No response, no further taunting, just sitting back and watching me.

I felt myself tense up, but nothing happened. Nothing of note happened in my body. "Um, Kay? Are you sure it worked?" The anticipation was getting to me, and I felt a strange itch over my body. There was no way of knowing what she did. Then again, since we were still testing things out it might not have worked.

Kay didn't look fazed by my lack of response. "It's alright, I'm not forcing you to do anything. I'm just going to sit here and see what happens." Her calmness was infuriating, and I felt more and more unease with each moment. My skin was starting to prickle at the lack of engagement.

That's when I realized something was off. My skin didn't prickle under normal circumstances. I looked down and started taking note of my body, trying to isolate the feeling. It was mainly coming from my torso and my legs, with an extra strong feeling around my breasts and groin. The areas that felt fine were my arms and face. The only places I wasn't wearing clothes. "Really? That's what you consider a harsh punishment, forcing me to strip? I literally just got dressed twenty minutes ago."

The feeling of discomfort was rising. Kay's face only grew more smug by the moment. "I'm not forcing you to do anything. In fact, consider this a test of sorts. The point of this experiment is that I can make you do something of your own free will. So go ahead, see how long you can hold out. Prove me wrong."

There it was. The gauntlet was thrown down, and I was ready to rise to the challenge. "Alright, fine. I'm going to wipe that arrogant smirk off your cute face." Although my words were firm, the irritation was starting to get to me. The itch against my skin was rising, especially where my underwear was covering.

Kay just watched my obviously growing disfomfort. It started with me fidgeting in place, then rubbing my body where the clothes were touching. Technically, Kay would only win if I fully stripped, so I could go down to my underwear and still not give up. Right? I pulled my top off, feeling a soothing sensation wash over me as my torso was exposed to the air. "I'm not conceding," I protested once my outer layer was off. The itch was still there, but it was much more bearable now. "I'm not completely naked, so you haven't won yet. Now can we move on to the next test?"

Rather than continuing our banter, Kay wrote some notes down on her clipboard. "Interesting. Either the program isn't as powerful as expected, or if you're just really stubborn. In any case I have a fun idea to figure things out." She set her notes down and stared at me, a fierce challenge building in her eyes. "Let's make a proper contest out of this. I'll make a quick change, and if you can stay in your undies for two full minutes, you win. If not I win. Sound good?"

It was a difficult wager, but not an impossible one. And we still had to state our terms. "Alright, but you can't outright force me. It has to be with the same type of system you've got running now." I rubbed at my chest, trying not to think about how much it was already bothering me. "And if I win, you have to admit that your taste in music is worse than mine."

She visibly flinched at the request. I knew I'd hit her weak spot, something that would actually matter. "Fine, but if I win I'm going to be absolutely merciless for the rest of the day. No more going nice on you."

I hadn't actually thought she was going nice on me before, but it would be worth it if I could make her admit techno-whalesong was garbage. And even if she made it hell, all I had to do was endure it for two minutes. "You're on."

Kay spent a moment fiddling around with the laptop. She set her phone out and got the timer ready. "And... start!" She activated the settings and began the countdown. Immediately the itch intensified, growing to an almost burning sensation. I doubled over, scratching at my chest and between my legs, doing my best to stay focused on the goal.

Thankfully I didn't need a stopwatch like Kay did. Internal timekeeping was such a basic function that every robot on the planet could do it perfectly, even as a background process. I growled into the floor as the seconds dragged on, each one more agonizing than the last. It wasn't exactly painful, but it somehow felt even worse. My mind drifted to the time Kay tried to explain what it felt like to do a plank. How after a certain point, even if it was just willpower, every second was torturous.

But I wasn't ready to give in. The time was almost up, and I let out a primal scream into my palm as the underwear burned against my skin. Finally, once I was on the brink of throwing in the towel, the time passed. I ripped off my remaining clothes and lay on the ground, panting, bathing in the sweet relief brought by nudity. "I did it." The realization fully hit me. As powerful as the app was, it was no match for my sheer stubbornness and hatred for shitty music.

However, my relief was short-lived as Kay had a cheeky grin on her face. "Not quite, my dear. My beautiful techno-whalesong won't be insulted today." She held up her phone, showing the timer was still going. It had only been a minute and a half.

A jolt of electricity ran across my skin. "How? That's not possible! I counted the whole time. There's literally a timer programmed into my brain, it couldn't possibly-" I stopped myself mid-sentence. Of course Kay would find a way to cheat. "You conniving little bitch. You messed with my internal timekeeping functions."

"And as a result, I believe that means I won the bet. On the plus side, you're already dressed for what I have in store." She stared down at my nude body, still laying on the floor. "Don't spend too long down there. Although, I have to admit it's fun seeing you squirm."

My cheeks flushed at her comment. "Alright, geez. Just give me a second and I'll be oMistress." Both of us were caught off guard by the strange wording. I had tried to say 'okay' this time, but naturally it didn't work. "OMistress. I'm guessing you added the voice filter again, but it affects all the words that sound like your name? Mistressble TV. PoMistressmon. H-I-J-Mistress-L-M-N-O-P."

Kay scrunched over as I tried sounding out words with her name in them. She got back to the laptop, chewing her lip in the way she always did when trying to hide her annoyance. "It's a simple bug, should be easy enough to fix. If nothing else this is still valuable information for the tests." Her eyes were glued to the screen as she spoke, and the lines of coding and options were reflected in her glasses.

"Basically, there are two ways I can use this app to influence you," she explained. "Or rather two approaches I can take. The first is a very literal and direct change. You cannot cum. You feel X. And in this case, you say 'Mistress' when you try to say 'Kay.' The other method is based on your perception. That's actually what I was testing before, when your clothes became hard to wear. Anything you perceive as clothing is increasingly uncomfortable on your skin." She turned away from her keyboard to write some more notes down. "Now it should be working again. Saying the word 'Kay' in the context of a name will be overridden."

Most of her words went over my head, but I pretended to listen. "If you say so, Mistress. Okay then." Evidently her fix was working.

Now that the bug was fixed, Kay was shifting back into devious mode. "Now, I believe we were about to move on to the next experiment. This time, I want you to stand up and hold your arms out in a 'T' pose, but with your legs gently spread. And remember, if you don't behave I can always force you."

As fun as it was to push her and brat around, I did want to see what she had planned. I stood upright, keenly aware of my nudity, and held the requested stance. My arms were spread out like a scarecrow, and my feet were about shoulder width apart. "So how long do I have to stand here like a weird starfish?"

"You know, it's funny you should mention that. How long will you stay like that indeed. Go ahead, you can put your arms down." I tried to relax, but my arms remained in place. My legs and torso wouldn't move either. I grunted as I attempted to move, but all of my limbs were locked in place.

"I'm gonna go ahead and assume you had something to do with this?" The situation reminded me of when we first used the app, since I was plugged in and unable to move. But then I'd been sitting limp on the ground. This time, it was like all of my joints had gone completely rigid. Nothing below my neck would respond to movement. "I guess you can call this experiment a success."

There was a chuckle from behind the laptop. "You think we're finished with this? Lina, we're just done with the setup for the next round of testing. I need to see what all we can do with this." She got up and walked behind me, running her hands up and down my body. I could feel the light sensation of her fingers tracing along. When Kay got to my hands, she gently pushed down, only to be met with resistance. My arms refused to budge from their positions. "Fascinating. They're really locked in place, unable to move. How's your sensation?"

"Same as normal." I tried to move my arms, both falling with the pressure and pushing against it, but to no avail. "If anything it feels stronger, since my body can't respond like I want it to. Are you planning to see what it takes to move or something like that?"

"Something like that. We're going to find out just how rigid you are like this." Kay walked over to the corner of the room, grabbing a pair of bags that were stashed away. I could see her straining under their weight as she lugged them over to me. "I filled these up with some old textbooks earlier. A little over fifteen kilos each. Be a dear and try not to drop them, would you?" With a bit of effort, she hoisted the first bag up and hung it on my arm, just past the wrist. I didn't move an inch. She put the second bag on my left arm with similar effect.

It was as if the weights weren't even there. I could feel a pressure hanging down, but even holding them at such an awkward angle, my metal limbs had no risk of buckling. I couldn't have dropped them if I wanted to. "Not bad, but you'll need to add a few more if you think I'm going to break from this. I'm pretty sure this is only a fraction of the recommended safety limits." I wasn't entirely sure what Kay was playing at, but I knew she had some sort of a plan.

My fears were confirmed when Kay pulled out her next instrument of torture. My eyes widened in horror at the item she brandished in her hand, something I knew would bring untold amounts of misery. I craned my neck backwards, trying to distance myself as much as possible, but with my body immobile it was no use. "No, you can't do that. Please. Mistress, listen to me!" My pleas fell on deaf ears as she approached.

"I'm not interested in doing a full stress test, but I think this will be just as fun. For me at least." Kay's voice was dripping with malicious glee. "I might've actually listened to you if it weren't for that little wager we made. But as it stands, you don't get to complain." And with that, Kay whipped out the feather in her hand and began tickling my sides with it.

I howled with laughter as Kay traced up and down my torso with the feather. My skin couldn't even recoil or tighten at the mark, so I was left completely defenceless. I remained still as a statue as the ticklish torment continued.

Kay alternated between slow strokes along my torso and quick bursts where she twirled the tip of the feather in a single spot. The bags I was holding onto didn't even wobble, as much as I wanted to throw them down and protect myself. It was as if everything below my neck was disconnected. But the sensations were all too strong, and their intensity was proof I was anything but disconnected. Things only got worse when she moved to my erogenous regions. She brought the feather along my breasts, eliciting a moan as she went over each nipple, laughing at my predicament.

"Fuck that's intense," I panted between her teasing. "I'm not sure I can handle much more of this." Normally I would be shaking at this point, and the fact that I couldn't just meant there was all this tense energy built up inside with no outlet.

Kay simply moved downwards. "I hope you don't think we're finished here. You brought this one yourself, and now it's time to reap the benefits. After all, it's all in the name of science." She moved the feather between my legs and began toying with my vulva.

It was too much. I still hadn't fully recovered, and this was only going to be worse. "Marigold." The safeword fell out of my mouth, but it wasn't the one I had tried to say. Instead of the I'm getting nervous and might want to slow down codeword it was the I want you to do this to me more and harder codeword. "Marigold. Fuck, Marigold. I'm trying to say Marigold. Mistress, what the fuck did you do?"

There was a snicker from beneath me as Kay continued teasing me with her feather. "My my, I had no idea you were so eager for this. I told you we needed a word for you to admit you're a little bitch who just wants more punishment." She paused her teasing and wrapped her hand around my butt, groping it while she teased my cunt. "Your other safewords are fine. But we agreed Obsidian would still be up to my discretion, and I've decided my discretion is that you need more." And with that, she got right back to her torment.

Although I was immobile, my skin was able to move around as normal. Which meant that Kay was able to get right between my legs and tease my vulva without issue. Although my legs weren't spread out very far, it was enough for her to stroke up and down the folds with little issue. Since my clit wasn't exposed at the time, I thought it would be safe. That didn't last long. Kay got her fingers involved, and since there were no joints frozen in place, I was every bit as malleable as usual down there.