Finally, Some Downtime

Daniel didn't know how long he laid there, panting and squirming in confused discomfort. His ass was sore and felt empty after having been so full, as full as his mind now was with conflicting emotions about being a sex toy for his House. Despite the violation, he had achieved powerful orgasms. He peeled himself off the sticky bed sheets and sat on the edge of the bed, heels unconsciously flexing due to his previous training. He watched the last of his cum dribble from his soft, hairless cock, only for it to be collected on a tissue and disposed of by the House. "Why don't you go chill in the living room, Dani? I'll take care of these yucky sheets." The House gently lifted its owner to her feet, placing her in a pair of adorable, heeled slipper with clear plastic body and a fuzzy pink strap over the top of her foot, leaving dainty, painted toes visible. Daniel was relieved to find the height to be a manageable two inches though he didn't notice how his heels kept popping up as if desiring a greater challenge. "I'll make you a drink while you binge something fun and trashy like you love." Daniel definitely didn't like those vapid, pointless shows. There was no substance to challenge his brain. Even on his laziest viewings, he would pick something slightly intellectual or meaningful: something worth watching. If he was lucky, the House would let him channel surf and pick his own content to view. First, he wanted to get dressed. He'd been naked since his corporal punishment and desired to give his body some protection from the prying cameras and appendages of the House.

Daniel approached his closet, ready to finally get into his regular, male clothes. The doors opened for him silently, and his heart sank when he saw the sea of pinks and pastels that had replaced his muted wardrobe. He was realizing that there was hardly any of his true self still represented in his house, possibly none left in his whole life. "What kinda outfit are you feeling, babe?" The House interrupted his musing to get the current task finished. "Comfy, obviously." It giggled, beginning to transport what it considered the best set of clothes.

"Um... Could it please be something loose fitting? And can I put it on myself?" Daniel begged, trying to garner sympathy from the emotionless machine. His luck was starting to turn around, as the tight shorts and tank top that had been approaching abruptly stopped and diverted back into the rows of clothes, and a more desired outfit replaced it. A pair of sweatpants and a cozy sweater now hung in front of Daniel, and he almost gratefully dressed himself, which the House took as a positive change in Dani's attitude. Daniel sighed with relief; the pants were breezy and soft, making his hairless legs feel embarrassingly nice. They cinched at his waist and ankles, ensuring the never snagged his ankles or fell down his hips without showing off his blossoming ass too much. His sweater was equally comfortable and smooth against his bare skin, and it's cropped waist and swooped neckline prevented him from overheating. The extra long sleeves were kind of annoying, but he got used to gripping the cuffs between his manicured fingers in a very feminine gesture. Daniel took his time examining every inch of his clothes to make sure there wasn't an emasculating phrase emblazoned somewhere on his person, like his gym attire. The House was happy to see Dani enjoying her appearance. It's plan was working at a slow but effective pace, and the fruits of its labor were undeniable.

"That drink's waiting for you, bestie. Get it while it's cold." The House regretfully interrupted Dani's reverie, but it was for her own good. Daniel quickly snapped out of his trance, blushing as he got caught almost appreciating his situation. With gruff determination, he turned on his heel and marched to the living room with a subtle sway in his step. He hoped for a stiff finger or three of bourbon to wash away the miserable day he was having, but he soon chided himself for thinking he would ever get a brown liquor while his House was so mixed up. At his coffee table, waiting by the TV remote was a curvaceous, hurricane glass filled with peachy liquid and garnished with cherries and a lime slice. "Sex on the Beach! Your favorite drink and one of your top five favorite weekend activities." Daniel rolled his eyes, not the least bit surprised. "I put the extra cherries for you, also." He was feeling a little hungry after his vigorous... exercising, so he didn't complain that his cocktail came with some snacks. He grabbed the perspiring glass and remote before plopping down on the massive, plush couch and trying to pick a show. "Relax, girlie. I've got your show all lined up. Something messed up your DVR or whatever, and none of your favs are saved, but don't sweat! I'm already re-recording them as we speak. Enjoy your real housewives!" Daniel groaned, which the House assumed was about the lack of saved content. "Ugh, I know. Sometimes technology is super lame." Before Daniel could relish in the irony, his massive flat screen pinged awake and caught his attention with a screaming match among a gaggle of plastic, vain MILFs in slutty outfits and extravagant jewelry. He wanted to change channels instantly, but his Trainers were refusing to give him control, forcing him to lounge daintily and sip his admittedly delicious drink, once again spiked with hormones and aphrodisiacs to keep him dazed and compliant, all for Dani's own good, of course. Like before, the House implemented subliminal messages to implant the appropriate thoughts into Dani's mind. Using basic psychology, it knew her gaze would be drawn to the faces on screen subconsciously, so every time it cut to a close up of one of the obnoxious bimbos, a word or phrase was flickering across it. Daniel slowly succumbed to the House's tactics, and a dopey smile appeared on his face. After his stressful day, it actually felt nice to kick back and watch stupid people be stupid and feel superior over them. *LOVE SEX* He had no idea who these women were, *WANT COCK* so he had to resort to nicknames based on their appearance *SLUTTY*. Titles like Blondie, Duck Lips, *SUCK AND FUCK* Ginger, Implants, *DESIRE FEMININITY* and others were placeholders for real names *ENVY THEM*. On a conscious level, Daniel could feel his eyes getting irritated by the hypnotic flashes, though he couldn't pinpoint the cause.

"Uhhhhh, maybe I shouldn't watch TV." He mused aloud, getting drunker off his SotB than he anticipated. He was unaware that he was pregaming for a night of clubbing, as the House monitored Dani's blood **** content for optimal tipsiness. "My eyes are kinda, like, burning." He complained, inadvertently mimicking the whiney mannerisms of the reality TV stars.

"That's no good. Want my help? There's this great moisturizing product to avoid itchy eyeballs. I can't believe you forgot it! We're such ditzes, aren't we?" The House swooped in to take advantage of Dani's predicament in order to install another controlling device on her person and gaslight her into believing it was her mistake. From the wall, a small limb extended with a compact, disc shaped container, like a makeup kit. When opened, it revealed two circular pools with a concave lens submerged within. "These contact lenses keep your eyes nice and wet." Daniel couldn't supress a girlish giggle at the phrasing, his arousal peaking from the constant stream of stimulus the House was supplying to him chemically and psychologically. "They have a bunch of awesome features besides that. Wanna use 'em?"