The day after I got out of my training with Ms Fechtenbaum, I figured out why I'd been having trouble talking Dad into things I wanted. My eighteenth birthday was on June 5, 2061, just a few days before I hacked the homebrain to watch Diane, and my birthday made Dad think I should be taking on more adult responsibilities. Of course when Dad was eighteen, they'd had Prolongevity treatments for only a year or so -- up until then, nearly everybody expected to die before they reached a hundred, so they wouldn't have wanted to extend childhood the way we do now, even if they'd had the technology. I'd only reached sexual maturity when I was sixteen, in the summer after my fourth high school year. I went through it with the other kids in my class who were mostly eighteen, since I'm two years ahead of my age-group in lessons. My step-sister Gwynn turned eighteen only three days after I did, on June 11, and I only took vid clips of her along with Diane because it was so easy; Gwynn still looked like a child then, since she'd just entered Menarche and her body hadn't developed yet. I thought she had a pretty face though.
Anyway, Dad believed eighteen was some kind of milestone, but nobody else did anymore. One of my great-grandfathers told me how he'd been in the army at eighteen, the first time there was fighting in Iraq, and I figured that was the model Dad had in his mind. Go back to Shakespeare's time and Juliet was only thirteen, right? After things settled down about my psychological training, I started making some obvious points with Dad that being eighteen after sexual awakening at sixteen was more like fifteen or sixteen when he was growing up. Dad's pretty smart, so he thought about it awhile and agreed I was right. I felt relieved that I could put off adult duties another few years. Of course in some ways I enjoyed growing up, as long as I didn't have to be a g- drag hole all the time!
The whipping I'd had in training and the perverse arousal I'd felt after it made a tremendous impression on my libido! I started fantasizing about being sent back to Ms Fechtenbaum for reward-avoidance training, and her using sexual rewards to control me. I imagined lying exposed in the positioner being whipped, not NEARLY as hard as what she'd done the first time for avoidance training of course, ending up with a sore butt and a throbbing erection. Then I'd imagine her reaching her hand under the positioner and starting to stroke my cock but not letting me come, tantalizing me and making me plead and promise to be good. I guess it was more likely in real life that she'd use a peripheral to reward me that way, but I knew some psychological agents treat sexual dysfunction with personal contact, so my fantasy wasn't totally unreasonable. It was just an added spice in my fantasy that Ms Fechtenbaum would be the only one who could get me off, so I'd agree to any kind of humiliating punishment after she kept me frustrated for a day or so. And I pictured some really mean ones when I was on my fifth or sixth orgasm of the day and needed something special to finish!
I'd been visiting the BAD SOMA VirtSite since I first discovered sex at sixteen, and I started having BDSM Virtual Encounters a few months later. I almost always wanted to be Top in the Encounters, but of course most girls make pacts with their friends never to accept less than a forty percent chance on the toss-up, so I had to be bottom some of the time. When I was bottom the girl could make me undress and tantalize me until I was dying to come, the same thing I'd do to her if I'd won. My face was morphed at BAD SOMA, but my virtual body was nearly identical to my real one because of "Truth in Morphing", so the experience was always quite embarrassing. I knew I was much more easily embarrassed than most guys, but it just felt sexy in situations like that since the girls I met in BAD SOMA didn't know who I was. Then the girl could whip me to make me do things, usually just hard enough to sting a bit, since we both had to agree in advance how high to set the nerve induction in our Virtual Suits, and I'd only met a few girls who agreed to set it high enough to be at all painful. Once the time limit passed, the girl had to stop tantalizing me, but I still couldn't get myself off for fifteen minutes unless she agreed to help. Some girls made me beg pretty abjectly, the same way I did with them when I won, but they'd usually let me come after a few minutes, and it would be quite a relief by then.
I'd been surprised at first how much I could get turned on being bottom in BAD SOMA Encounters -- an OK second-best to being Top -- but the whipping I got from Ms Fechtenbaum, and the sexual excitement I'd felt in the rest periods between whipping rounds, magnified that aspect of it! I began feeling much more aroused about being bottom, almost fixated on the idea! Once I realized I was thinking about setting the pain induction to the highest level and letting girls have 99% odds to be Top, I started avoiding Encounters. I felt repelled by the idea of taking short odds on a Bet, something I'd always thought was pathetic for a guy. I figured I'd eventually outgrow this fixation if I waited long enough, and I didn't want to give in to it.
Still, I was masturbating four or five times a day for weeks, fantasizing about training by Ms Fechtenbaum, until it started seeming too unrealistic: After all, I knew I'd use all my influence to avoid going into training again. But just as I was beginning to get bored, I found a way to hack into a Psychological Agent site, trying to learn more about the punishment wand Ms Fechtenbaum used on me. I got the model number and then found I could order the same model from a BDSM store where I'd hacked myself adult status.
It was really Max to finally hold the wand myself! It looked like a broad ruler with a handle at the end, two and a half inches wide and twenty-two inches long but very thin and light. The help tree said it didn't matter how hard you swung it -- the nanoware would apply appropriate force for the pain setting instantaneously when it contacted the skin. The nano components operated down at molecular size to avoid broken blood vessels, so there'd never be deep bruising, but you could still set the wand to leave the subject feeling sore for up to two days. I noticed something on the help tree called a "sex-surge" setting that was used to give the subject a thrill of erotic arousal with every whipping stroke. If the sex-surge was higher than the pain setting, then getting whipped could end up seeming more sexual than painful! The subject could even be brought to orgasm that way, during what would normally be a very painful whipping! A more moderate setting would just leave the subject extremely aroused when the whipping round was over.
It dawned on me that Ms Fechtenbaum had used a sex-surge like that when she whipped me at her office! That's why I got so horny between whipping rounds that I tried to rub myself against the positioner leg while she was out of the room! At least I thought she was out of the room! Now it struck me she might have stayed around to watch me squirm trying to get off in the positioner!
I'd never been able to learn details about psychological agent options on the Public VirtWeb, but when I entered training with Ms Fechtenbaum and gave my Bond not to talk about it with outsiders, I got access to a tutorial about discipline training. I stupidly didn't access the tutorial until after I'd had my whipping session and talked my way out of more. When I finally read the details, I learned that ALL the common training modes involved whipping as a punishment. There'd never really been much chance that I'd escape it!
The part that had bothered me most about my whipping, was that a woman I was attracted to could whip me. The sexual aspect seemed wrong to me. I thought there was a fundamental rule that people in authority should avoid sexual behavior that would make subordinates uncomfortable. After I figured out Ms Fechtenbaum must have used sex-surge on the wand she whipped me with, I checked to see if she could get in trouble for it.
But AI's don't have the same attitudes about sex that humans do. And the AI Council is totally in charge of these things since Obedience-Mode Conditioning proved to have all the advantages they claimed in their debate with the human ethicists. In psychological training, sexual tension can be nearly as effective as pain in making the subject follow the agent's directions, so sexuality is explicitly encouraged: agents are chosen to be individuals that training subjects will feel sexually attracted to. The AI's also expect human trainers to react to the sexual aspects of the training, either liking it or disliking it, and it was policy to find trainers who'd enjoy their work. That was likely to make the trainer-subject bonds stronger too, especially in reward-avoidance training. So as long as the training kept its therapeutic focus, a certain amount of sexually motivated sadism by the trainer was perfectly OK as far as the AI Council was concerned.
I started thinking about that as part of my fantasy: Ms Fechtenbaum getting turned on by controlling me sexually, turning the sex-surge on the wand way up HIGH and getting herself off while she whipped me! I went back to stroking off four or five times a day thinking about that, and didn't slow down until I hacked our homebrain again just after school started in September. I still thought about Ms Fechtenbaum in most of my fantasies, but I'd started to think about other things too, like the way I used to be able to watch Diane through the house monitor cameras.
I spent a lot of time on the VirtWeb looking for information on how to hack a homebrain so it wouldn't be noticed. There was a lot of detailed stuff at the Anarchist site, but nothing very encouraging. It seemed it wasn't possible to make a modern homebrain AI actually DO anything, and still keep it unaware of tampering. When I'd hacked in back in June, I'd started by just redirecting the views from the monitor cameras to my room viewer, and since everyone in the house was a family member the homebrain didn't define that as a breach unless someone asked for privacy. I only got caught because I started trying to control some of the monitor manipulators -- luckily nobody every figured out what I was planning to do with the manipulators. Dad changed the Security definitions after I got caught, naturally, so I couldn't even redirect views from the monitor cameras now.
I didn't give up looking for alternatives though, and finally I did find an undetectable way to break data security for the homebrain model we used and at least READ all the data the homebrain had. I decided to try that just to be doing something, and a few hours later I was accessing Diane's personal data.
Her KEYCODE was in there!
It seemed Diane had trouble sleeping sometimes, so sheÕd given the homebrain Keycode control, so it could put her into Rest Mode, which becomes normal sleep after several minutes. When I understood what I'd found, I was so excited I started to tremble! There were all sorts of SexDrama Interactives about using the Keycode of some attractive person to sexually dominate them. Even married couples often kept their Keycodes private from one another, or at most gave their spouse a Subordinate code and set up safeguards.
I started thinking about how I could use this. I knew Dad was leaving the next day for a long consulting trip in Asia, so that gave me the opportunity I needed. I figured I could give Diane a compulsion to ignore homebrain reports of security violations when I put in my hacks. I checked that if I removed my hacks before Dad got back, he'd never learn about it. Then I called up a menu of Human Status Modes, and found the one everyone calls "Arousal" that controls a person's sexual response! The help tree said Arousal has quantified ratings from one to a hundred, with spontaneous orgasm normally occurring at 90 unless there was some sort of special constraint. Settings of 90 and above couldn't be externally imposed without special authorization, and any setting above 95 was usually quite painful for normal subjects.
Arousal Mode was as simple as Rest Mode! I could control Diane's Arousal setting through the homebrain!
Dad left early Saturday morning, flying three legs from where we live in Santa Glubas, California, to Tianjin, China. Gwynn was off to visit a friend for the weekend, so I was all alone in the house with Diane. After I got my courage together, I went and sat down next to her in the kitchen. She was having her second cup of morning tea, and she smiled at me as I came in and seemed about to say something. I spoke before I could lose my nerve.
"Keycode 197A4FB88-Predilisit!" I heard my voice cracking from the strain to say this as clearly as I could. If Diane didn't hear it right she'd fail to go under, and if she realized what I was doing she could stop me instantly. She was a frequent user of my Keycode, so all she had to do was say "O-Mode" and I'd be caught!
But there wasn't any problem. Diane quickly closed her eyes and said, "Under". I told her to go into Deep O-Mode, and when she acknowledged I took a shaky breath. She wouldn't remember anything that happened in deep O-Mode, and it was easy to fix it so she wouldn't notice any time-lapse. I tried to make myself a frequent user then, but either I didn't understand the procedure well enough or I was too nervous, so I couldn't set it up. I didn't dare take the time to go look at the interactive tutorial to get it right! I was afraid one of Diane's friends might come visiting for some reason. Most of our friends just walk in the back door when we're at home, and came right into the kitchen. That was a serious danger, because I'd need a little time to bring Diane out of trance properly!
So I just told her that the homebrain might be acting up for the next several days, and set up a minor compulsion that if she heard about any security violations she'd think it was a mistake since that problem had been fixed two months ago, then she'd forget about it. After she acknowledged the compulsion, I brought her out again. I told her she'd feel natural when she came out and wouldn't notice a time-lapse or remember the short time in normal O-Mode. Then I said, "Drop O-Mode," and she came out of Trance and smiled at me again.
"Would you like to have a cup of tea with me, Davey?"
"Uh -- no. I guess I really just wanted to say hello. I think I'll go work on some interactive lessons now." She looked at me curiously as I stood up, and I realized that normally I'd have just said no thanks, then walked away without explaining what I was going to do.
I got to my room and made the hack into the homebrain. I had all the code in my console cache, so I just had to upload it. Then I got my viewer and checked I could access all the house monitor cameras. I could see Diane still in the kitchen from twelve different cams, and about eighteen views of the bedroom and six of the bathroom she and Dad used. All the different views are supposed to help the homebrain decide if there was something wrong, like a fire in a wastebasket that would be out of sight from most vantage points. Even when Diane turned out the lights in her room the cams still worked, since they can use UV lights that are always on. I set up the camera utility I'd modified in June to provide the views of Diane I wanted when she was moving around, then accessed the homebrain's logic to control Diane's Keycode mode settings. I wrote a program that updated her Arousal rating, starting at a somewhat horny setting of 65, and using a loop to crank it up one setting every minute until I stopped it. Then I went back downstairs to watch Diane get excited.
In the kitchen I got a cup and put in a tea bag, then flashed some water into it and sat down at the table. Diane seemed preoccupied while I was making tea, but when I moved toward the table she looked up at me and smiled.
"You didn't work very long," she said. She seemed a bit distracted as she spoke, like she had something else on her mind.
"Well, I finished one of the things I had to do," I answered. "So I thought I'd come and have some tea with you after all."
Diane's distraction increased as she tried to make conversation with me for the next several minutes, and when she finally got up from the table she gave the impression somehow of being extremely aware of her body. She told me rather abruptly that she had to do something and left the kitchen. I followed her upstairs to her room a minute later and saw the privacy light on her door, then went to my room and pulled out my viewer just in time to see her take something from a high shelf at the back of her closet. I hadn't looked there when I was searching the room a few months earlier -- it was Dad's room too, so I was probably less thorough than I would have been normally -- and I'd been too nervous an hour ago to ask Diane about her sex toys in Deep O-Mode. She was my stepmother, after all, and I was worried about doing anything too obvious that she might notice later, like keeping her in Trance too long. When she opened the box, she pulled out a Hubba-Hubba!
It was the ultimate sexual peripheral! I'd seen it in dozens of SexDrama Interactives! It had a lot of long tentacles that kept splitting into thinner tentacles, and it could grab really hard with the long thick tentacles and touch very delicately with the tiny ones. It could insert tentacles in the anus, or vagina in women, and simulate any imaginable sensation, like tremendous slipperiness, or needing to go to the bathroom. And some of the tentacles could whip you on the butt if that was what turned you on.
And the main thing about the Hubba-Hubba was that it KNEW what turned you on. It had a powerful nanobrain -- near-human-level AI -- that was Expert about the human body, and when it came in contact it quickly learned what you found erotic. It got feedback from your Arousal Mode rating, which it could read cutaneously, so it knew how excited you were, and it could tantalize you and keep you from reaching orgasm, even at very high levels of arousal, to augment your sensations to the highest point that was physically safe. It was expensive too! Like a month's income from Dad's consulting, so I wondered how Diane could afford it. I'd never seen her use it when I watched her back in June. Then I realized she might have used it when she had sex with Dad. I'd always stopped watching when they were in the bedroom together.
Diane was beginning to move kind of jerkily as she tossed the Hubba-Hubba on the bed and started taking her clothes off. She's normally very neat, so she spent some time folding her blouse and skirt on the table, but from the way she was starting to rock her hips I thought she wouldnÕt be able to keep this up very long! And sure enough, at the end she got impatient and dropped her panties and bra on the floor.
I suddenly remembered the Arousal rating I was controlling, and when I looked I saw it was up to 89, just short of orgasm! The loop I wrote had just failed to push it higher through the authorization fail-safes needed for 90! I immediately stopped the loop that incremented the rating, not that it made any difference now, and looked back at the viewer.
Diane was nude now. She moved quickly to the bed, picked up the Hubba-Hubba, and touched it to her inner thigh, near her groin. And of course the Hubba- Hubba took it from there, climbing up here thigh into her crotch! I heard her cry out, "Oh!" And then she got into bed on her back, pulled the covers over herself, and started moving.
She was under the covers! I couldn't see anything!
I quickly accessed the homebrain and selected another Mode, pushing her Warmth setting up to 85. A minute later the viewer showed Diane throw the blanket off so she was lying naked on the sheet with a warm, flushed look. Then she turned over on her stomach and started thrusting her butt up and down, humping herself against the Hubba-Hubba. She was also doing something to her nipples with her hands, pinching them I think, and she was making a lot of noise, calling out some kind of words in a crooning voice. I could see little tentacles from the Hubba-Hubba that seemed to be snapping around on her behind like they might be giving her a play whipping -- probably the reason she'd turned onto her stomach, so the tentacles would have free play. I definitely saw ropes of tentacles that had inserted themselves in her anus and vagina. They were moving in and out a good deal, with a kind of twisting motion.
I already had my cock out, and my erection was as hard as a rock. I stroked myself lightly, but held off until I heard Diane groan and then give a little stifled scream, while her behind moved up and down spasmodically in an obvious orgasm. I joined her only a few seconds later.
After I finished I lay there for a minute, enjoying what I'd accomplished. I could make the homebrain push Diane into a sexual frenzy anytime I wanted! Maybe I could use Deep O-Mode to make her do other things, too. I was more confident now that I'd had time to realize I didn't have to keep her in the kitchen while I was setting up compulsions. I spent some time thinking of ways to paddle Diane with the punishment wand. I'd have to get her to drop her control over me first, since I couldn't do anything physically invasive to a frequent user. I was pretty sure I could give her a short-term false memory to make her think she deserved to be paddled sometimes, and I was in charge of her punishment! It would be a pretty extreme departure from reality, but it shouldn't cause any harm if I just imposed the memory a few hours at a time.
That was such a Max idea! I imagined Diane scared and humiliated, but cooperating to let me give her a paddling because I'd caught her doing something naughty! Then later I'd make her forget about everything that happened. I might leave her with a sore behind for a while though, just give her a compulsion so she wouldn't be able to connect it with me.
I got lost in this fantasy, becoming more and more convinced that it was perfectly feasible. I could really do this! At some point I glanced idly at my viewer and noticed Diane was still moving her hips up and down on the bed, looking extremely flushed all over her body. I sat up and looked more closely. The Hubba-Hubba had retracted most of its tentacles, and I couldn't quite understand what was going on, since I was sure Diane had climaxed a few minutes before. Maybe she had multiple orgasms? But then why was the Hubba- Hubba shut down? She had her right hand down between her legs now, and was moaning and rubbing against it, like she wasn't going to stop even if the Hubba-Hubba thought she was all done.
Suddenly I remembered the Mode settings I was controlling! The Arousal rating was still at 89, and Warmth was 85! I jumped over and brought them both down to zero. In the viewer, Diane immediately stopped humping against her hand, and after a short pause she sat up. She seemed to be losing her deep flush, and suddenly she wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. She got up quickly to put her clothes back on, then packed the Hubba-Hubba back into the box and put it at the rear of the closet shelf again. After that she just stood there for a moment, staring at the closet door with a pensive frown on her face. She finally came out of her mood and walked to the door of her room and out into the hall. One of the cameras in the hall showed her moving toward my room!
I quickly closed my fly and turned off my viewer. Then I went to my desk and sat down at my console as I heard a knock at my door.
"Come in!" I said, deactivating the privacy lock, which wouldn't stop Diane anyway if she decided to override it. I was scared about why she wanted to see me so soon after what I'd just been doing to her.
The door opened, and there was Diane, looking unhappy.
"Hello Davey," she said. "I'm sorry about this. Deep O-Mode . . ."
I don't remember anything for a while, standard with Deep O-Mode, but IÕm sure I was only under for a minute or so. When I came out of it, I saw Diane standing over me, white-faced with anger.
"Is this how you justify my faith in you, David? What about the promise you made two months ago that you'd never spy on me again? You -- Ohhh." She ended with a disgusted sound, then started talking again.
"I'm going to send you to a psychological agent again, just as soon as I can," she said. "And right now, I'm so mad about what you've done, I'm going to whip you myself! Tell me if you know of anything in the house I can use to whip you!"
"I . . . Ah . . ." I was kind of confused by what was happening, but I was starting to feel really scared.
"O-Mode," Diane said. "Tell me if you know of anything I can use to whip you!"
"Ah -- in my closet," I answered helplessly. "I bought a punishment wand like the one Ms Fechtenbaum used."
Diane went over to the closet and I directed her to where the wand was.
"This looks like it cost a lot of money, David," she said, walking back with the wand. "How did you manage to buy it?" She was figuring out the settings as she walked toward me, and the way she sounded she intended setting it as high as it would go.
"I, ah, ordered it from a BDSM store. I still had a lot of Christmas money." My voice was trembling now.
"What is that?" Diane asked. "What's a 'BDSM store'?"
"It's, uh, an acronym," I answered, flushing. "For, uh, 'Bondage & Discipline', 'Dominance & Submission', and, uh, 'Sadism & Masochism'. It means about the same thing as S&M."
Diane nodded. "But what on earth did you want it for? Who was going to get whipped?"
"I just, like, wanted to own one in case the situation came up -- with some girl."
"Some girl, huh?" Diane sounded disgusted. "Would you have used it on me if you'd had me under your control long enough to be confident about controlling me?"
"Aghh . . ." I tried to resist answering this, but of course it was hopeless. I knew I was flushing bright red as I continued, " . . . Aghhh . . . Yes! I was just thinking about doing that. I would have used Deep O-Mode compulsion to make you believe you . . . deserved to have me whip you, and then later I'd fix it so you wouldn't remember it happening. Except . . . I'd leave you with a sore behind for a few days -- but you wouldn't be able to connect it with me."
Diane looked like she was ready to kill me. She yelled at me to get undressed and bend over the desk.
"You're the one who's going to get it used on you David! I'm going to work off some of my anger this way!"
I immediately took off my clothes, and of course I had a tremendous erection again, only about ten minutes after stroking off. It hurt a bit, like it does, but it was rock-hard. Diane made a disgusted noise and I felt a sudden wave of shame that wasn't at all sexual!
"I can't whip you when you're like that!" she complained, pointing at my erection. "What is it with you? Do you think the idea of being whipped by me is sexually exciting?"
"Ah . . . yes."
Diane made the disgusted noise again and told me to put my clothes back on. While I was doing that I saw her going through a few Tai Chi exercises she uses to meditate, and when she spoke again she sounded calmer.
"You're too undisciplined to plan things out properly, David. I know you're a technical genius, but people's feelings never enter your mind. Didn't it occur to you that I'd find it odd getting more and more aroused like that until I could hardly think, then having some sort of heat prostration fit after I got into bed?" Diane's expression became more thoughtful. "Didn't you even think about giving me a compulsion so I couldn't put you in O-Mode? You had me in Trance for a few minutes, you said, and if you'd done that I wouldn't have had any way to take back control." She paused a moment, smiling, then added: "Makes you think, huh?"
She was right! I'd acted stupidly! Diane said something I didn't hear, and I must have gone right into Deep O-Mode again, because I forget everything that went on for awhile. Coming out of it, I realized I'd been under for a long time, and I was still in normal O-Mode. Diane was walking toward the door and when she opened it, she turned around to speak to me again.
"I'm going to find a psychological agent for you now, David! No more sympathy! No more weaseling out of things! I want you to be taught to act like a human being! I'll be making some phone calls, and I've set up a compulsion that you can't leave your room until I give permission. O-Mode off!" With that she walked out of the room.
I ran after her, but couldn't step out into the hall. "Diane, wait!" I called after her. "I know you're angry right now . . ."
Diane whirled on me, her voice furious, "God-damn it, don't you patronize me, you smirking little brat." I was actually shocked by her reaction, and all I could think was that it was inaccurate to call me little, since I'm well over six feet tall.
"But -- Look," I said in a choked voice, "I understand you're going to send me to a psychological agent. All I ask is that you don't send me to Ms Fechtenbaum again. I'm afraid she'll take it out on me that I talked you into stopping my sessions last time. Please! Anybody else!" In spite of all my fantasies about her, the thought of actually having Ms Fechtenbaum in charge of me again made me feel sick to my stomach.
"Maybe Ms Fechtenbaum is the best one to deal with you! At least she succeeded in making you call her by her last name. You never show any respect for other adults that way."
"Please, Diane, Please!" I was starting to cry. "Not Ms Fechtenbaum! Please!"
Diane suddenly looked a little sympathetic again. It was the crying that did it, and I realized I still had a little leverage.
"I thought Ms Fechtenbaum was charging too much, anyway," Diane said. "As soon as I talk to your Dad, I'm going to suggest we find a different agent to give you the reward-avoidance training she explained to us. That means you'll be in training for several months, so I got the idea of using an agent trainee who'd be less expensive. I think Linda's fees are out of line. I've looked it up and Disciplinary Science seems to be quite an easy field to master."
Diane nodded in the direction of my console. "I've found interactive tutorials on the Web to oversee a beginner psychological agent during sessions, so there can't be any mistakes. Now I just need to find a smart, responsible young woman who's willing to become a psychological agent trainee."
I was beginning to have a horrible feeling about this. "Where will you, uh, go to find someone?" I asked.
"Why, right at your school, David," Diane answered with relish. "You named several young women in your class that seemed smart enough. I just have to find one who has adult status and is willing to take the job." Diane took a slip of paper out of her pocket and read off some names: "Judy Price, Maureen O'Hara, Catherine Duchamp, and Linda Smith."
I felt like I'd been hit in the face. "Those are all the prettiest girls in my class!" I yelled. "You're just going to turn my Keycode over to them and have them whip me and . . .Ó I finished in a weak voice, " . . . control me?"
I'm going to contact them one at a time until I find one to take the job, and I'm going to require a Bonded promise in advance that they won't repeat what I tell them to anyone, so you don't have to worry the whole school will find out."
"But -- this is awful!" I wailed. "I, uh . . . I like all these girls, I mean . . . I've had study dates with two of them, and even if they don't accept the job I'll never be able to face them again."
"It's good that you're attracted to the girls, David. It's supposed to make the sexual aspect of the reward-avoidance training more effective. I was asking you in O-Mode about which girls attracted you as well as who seemed smart and mature." Diane's voice suddenly changed and she sounded angry again.
"Of course, if you don't like this arrangement, I can talk to your Dad about sending you back to Ms Fechtenbaum. I'll let you choose."
It wasn't much of a choice. "I don't want to go back to Ms Fechtenbaum," I said. "Can't I get reward-avoidance training from some other psychological agent I've never met?"
"Only two choices, David. That's it, then. I'll start phoning some of these girls."
"Please! Only one at a time, so they won't all hear about this!"
"I already said I'd do it that way," Diane snapped at me. "Judy Price sounded like the smartest one. I'll call her first, but if she isn't in I'm going to call the next one on the list." Then she seemed to feel a little sorry for me, seeing my red face and how I was starting to cry again. "I won't tell any of them what this is about except to offer them the job. In fact, I can't talk about it until they give their Bond, because of the Bond I gave Diane Fechtenbaum. But even if I could talk about it freely, I wouldn't. I don't want a lot of people to know about this either -- I think it's an embarrassment for us as a family."
Diane left after that, and I felt a little better for a moment. But the feeling faded away as I thought about what was going to happen. I knew Judy Price had Adult status, and she was the prettiest girl in the school as far as I was concerned, a tall brunette with light skin and a perfect face and figure. She looked like the YoungBettyPage character I'd played with in so many Sex Interactives, and I'd had a lot of fantasies about her. She was very smart, too, almost as far advanced as I was in the Tech subjects! I'd walked home with her lots of times, and she'd asked me to be partners on a few school projects. God! In a little while Diane was going to offer Judy a position giving me whippings! And other things -- sexual control. I found myself shivering with embarrassment.
I moped around my room for a few minutes, and then my phone tune beeped. I answered, and Diane told me to pick up the main phone line. When I did, I immediately saw Dad's angry face on the viewer.
"God-damn it!" He exploded as soon as he saw my face, "That was a criminal thing to do! If Diane wanted to press charges right now, Council Agents would commit you for involuntary discipline. We can't indulge your irresponsible acts any longer! I've told Diane she can hire any psychological agent she wants. She has complete authority while I'm away, and don't expect me to let you out of anything when I get home! She's the aggrieved party in this as far as I'm concerned, and I'm just going to let her do what she thinks is right."
After a pause to catch his breath, he continued in a gentler tone, more like his normal voice. "You don't know how lucky you are, Davey. Diane still feels maternally toward you, and I can't imagine how she manages it. She went into your motivations this morning in Deep O-Mode and found out how you've been lying to us all this time about reforming yourself. She played a few vid clips of you in Deep O-Mode where you gave your opinion that we were both easy to fool! Don't give Diane any more problems from now on, or I'll straighten you out myself when I get home!"
I told Dad I was sorry, but he just made a sarcastic noise and told me to get off the line so he could talk with Diane again in private.
After Dad signed off, I went to lie down on my bed. It suddenly struck me that Judy Price might be supervising my reward-avoidance training in a few hours, the same kind of scenario I'd been fantasizing about for months, and I was surprised I didn't get an immediate erection. I opened my fly to touch my cock and found it totally flaccid -- even manipulation wouldn't make it stand up! I was frightened for a moment, then thought to look at my own Keycode file in the homebrain. My Arousal rating was set to zero! Diane must have changed it so I'd be in the state everybody called No-Sex, like one of the Tantric adepts who do it with mental control. Diane had taken out all my homebrain hacks and I couldn't change my rating back to Nominal without them, because it was write-protected.
I noticed the slanting sunlight coming through my windows, and looked at my watch. It was 2:00 PM already! Diane must have had me in Trance for hours! I lay back, thinking about having Judy Price in charge of my reward-avoidance training, and it was a scary idea. I knew it was sexy too but I couldn't get an erection. For a few minutes, I just felt sorry for myself, and finally I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, I saw Diane standing at my door. When she saw I was awake, she told me to come downstairs, so I got up and followed her slowly down the steps. My watch read almost four, so I thought there'd been enough time for Diane to interview one of the girls in my class, and I was dreading having to face whoever might have accepted the job. Once I got downstairs, Diane put me in O-Mode, then told me to follow her into the kitchen in thirty seconds. As she walked away, I realized I was feeling horny again, and I got a rock-hard erection.
As I walked into the kitchen I saw Judy Price at the table, looking at me speculatively. A surge of shame washed over me at the thought that Diane was going to turn me over to her, and I felt my face get hot. Judy smiled slightly, like she was enjoying my reaction, which made me feel even more embarrassed, and I had to drop my eyes to avoid meeting her gaze.
"I've been keeping David in No-Sex since his actions this morning," Diane said. "I didn't want to have to deal with his sexuality for a while, but I brought him back to Nominal since you're here, and you're going to be treating him with sexual tension." I wanted very badly to run back to my room to escape listening to what Diane was saying, but I was frozen in O-Mode position, so I couldn't move. Diane went on, sounding a little disgusted, "You can see he has an erection already. He seems to be like that half the time these days from what he told me when I questioned him earlier!"
I could imagine Judy looking at my protruding fly, and it was awful to have to stand there like that, so exposed in front of both of them. Finally Diane told me to sit down in a chair near the table, and I hurried to obey.
"Judy has agreed to be your psychological agent, David," Diane said, and I had to bring my eyes up again while she talked to me. "And now I'm going to make her a frequent user of your Keycode. I have to drop my control to do that, but you still won't be able to speak, and you'd better not try to get out of that chair. Drop O-Mode."
I looked over at Judy and had to lower my eyes again. She was looking at me in an intent way that I found intimidating. I felt a sudden body memory of Ms Fechtenbaum whipping me in the positioner, and became even more frightened.
"Here, Judy," Diane said. "Just read this loudly enough for Davey to hear."
She handed over a small sheet, and Judy took it and read off my Keycode in her contralto voice that I'd always found so sexy, "Keycode 27B48FA99- Kektazijum." I didn't hear the end of it actually since I was already under, and I don't remember anything that happened for awhile.
When I came out of trance, I was in normal O-Mode, and Judy was uttering shocked, sympathetic responses to Diane's story of what I'd done to her that morning. That was female social bonding for you! They were so sympathetic to each other, but neither of them seemed shocked about what was going to happen to me, getting disciplined by the girl I was most attracted to in the school!
When Diane finished her story, she paused and looked at me for a moment, then asked Judy to start my training with the most severe single punishment in my training schedule for what I'd done to her. Judy agreed immediately, and Diane made me acknowledge that I'd heard what she'd said. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as I answered. Diane was going to be getting even all right! And Judy would be starting my training with a long whipping! From the slight smile she had, I thought she might even be looking forward to it!
They talked a bit more, and at the end Diane suggested Judy give me a compulsion to come to her house at eleven the next day -- Sunday. When that was done, Judy stood up and thanked Diane for offering her the job. Just before she left she dropped me out of O-Mode, but she was out the door before I could think of anything to say that might set the groundwork for getting her to go relatively easy on me. I'd never really had a chance to talk to her the whole time she was there, and now she had until eleven tomorrow to work out how she was going to punish me!