Sadie gets devotionally punished

The video only lasts a total of thirty eight seconds. Twenty of the guy fucking a mystery girl, eighteen where it shows my face. I look down at my tablet, seeing that it landed screen down, but the video is obviously repeating as I can hear ‘my’ voice crying and whimpering as she’s fucked. My mind races as to how this could happen. I’m one hundred percent sure that wasn’t me… but even without the video, it does sound like me. And the video itself was entirely convincing.

Picking the tablet up I watch it again, trying to have a critical eye but there’s just no way to watch it and not focus on the fact that it’s a video of me getting screwed. Literally. I finally save the video to the tablet and forward it to Sarah with the message “found this online WTF?”

But instead of sending the message, the tablet’s screen goes red and displays the message “Adult content found. Warning issued, no viewing of adult content is allowed outside of devotional program. Desist activity or discipline will be automatically assigned. No further warnings will be issued.”

I’m not sure which hurts more. The fact that Sarah has a built-in adult content monitor on my tablet, the fact that it would issue a discipline, or the fact that it hasn’t occurred to me until just now that I could have been viewing porn. Sure, the cage would make any porn viewing frustrating, but I’m sure it would be possible to get some satisfaction out of it.

I mentally slap myself for getting sidetracked. I currently don’t care about any monitoring software that Sarah might have put on, or any disciplinary action I might or might not receive. I need to get to the bottom of this and first need to see if Sarah was even aware of it. I switch messaging apps and try to send the file and message again.

This time the screen goes black with a similar message left blinking “Adult content found. Warning previously issued. Discipline will commence in one minute.”

I drop the tablet onto the couch in frustration and start pacing. I guess at worst, this can hold until Sarah comes home. In the meantime, I could contact reddit and try to get the video removed, but that would require me setting up an account and establishing that it was my face on the video. That might garner worse attention than simply letting this go. I can at least flag the message and get reddit to…

My thoughts are interrupted as the big screen TV turns on. When I look over my mouth drops open in complete surprise. A message is displayed “Discipline programed. Devotional set. Please move to floor on your knees and elbows, facing television.”

My mouth snaps shut as I can imagine about a dozen things Sarah could have set up as ‘discipline’ and I have no intention of experiencing any of them. Not for this ‘offense’. Without thought, I look at the TV and say “Fuck that!” before walking toward my room.

As soon as I step outside of the living room, I feel my watch buzz on my wrist. Glancing at it, I’m not surprised to see a message in the same way the devotional messages showed “Please return to living room and assume indicated position.”

Of course, the damned watch can determine my location and my rough body position. Damned exercise monitoring programs! I don’t even slow down and continue to my room. But as soon as I enter, I stop and stomp a foot in frustration. My computer is on, and it displays the same message as my watch. “Please return to living room and assume indicated position.”

Picking up my phone, I’m not surprised to see the same thing. All of my means of communication are now blocked by the damned devotional/discipline program. Wanting to vent, I drop my phone onto the computer desk, glare at my watch and yell “NO!!!”

Stomping out of my room I head towards the kitchen, wondering if I’d seen some beer in the back of the fridge. But when I pass the television, I see the message has changed. “Enforcement beginning in 30 seconds” and the seconds are ticking down. Curious as to what the ‘enforcement’ possibly could be, I stand in the middle of the living room with my hip cocked to one side and tap my foot. I mean, honestly… how can it ‘make’ me do anything.

When the timer hits zero the message changes to “Please move to floor on your knees and elbows, facing television.”

A buzzing whining sound starts to come from the television. It’s kind of high pitched and annoying so I move to pick up the remote where I’d left it on the couch. Moving away from the TV though shows me that it’s not just coming from the television’s speakers. It’s coming from the speakers behind the couch. And the ones mounted in the ceiling. And from my watch. And from the tablet. And the volume from every speaker is rising. It only takes about twenty seconds to move beyond annoying and into discomfiting. At that point I jog into my bedroom, slip on some heels, pick up my purse, drop my phone into it, and head to the front door.

Fine, you want to be bitchy, then I’m out of here!

But when I get to the front door, about the time that the sound is becoming painful, I find it locked. When I flip the first deadbolt, it turns back before I can flip the second deadbolt. The second deadbolt locks itself in the time it takes me to unlock the first one again. At this point I have to take a moment and cover my ears as the sound is louder than I think I’ve ever experienced. The closest I can remember was the rock concert I went to in my freshman year, but that was music. This is just a slightly modulating high pitched whine. And it hurts.

As a last ditch effort, I grab both deadbolts and twist them at the same time. The door is definitely unlocked but, as I was afraid, it both deadbolts lock themselves before I can get my hand on the door handle to unlatch it. I’m locked in. While I’d know I’ll have to have a conversation with Sarah about fire safety, I know that currently unless I want to break a window, I’m stuck inside. Stuck, evidently, until I comply with the devotional program.

With a frustrated huff I move to the center of the living room, kneel down, then move to the floor on my elbows. As soon as my elbows hit the carpet, the sound stops, leaving a ringing in my ears. The screen changes and displays another message. “Attempts to view adult content will be disciplined with **** orgasm while female conditioning. Adult content analyzed; vaginal penetration noted. Cage currently locked on. Anal penetration to be used. Is your plug inserted?”

I raise back up in a kneeling position and start cursing at the television. “Now wait a god damned minute! You can’t make me use an anal plug to masturbate! You just….”

My rant is short lived however as the message quickly changes. “Enforcement beginning in 4 seconds.” And is already counting down. I drop back to my elbows and see the television switch back to “Is your plug inserted?”

I growl at the TV “No, I don’t have the fucking plug in.”

The TV changes again. “Plug use highly recommended, please obtain plug or any other anal toys currently available.”

Other toys… I cut the thought off as a timer appears on the TV. It’s giving me sixty seconds to get the plug. Closing my eyes, I burn ten seconds just to calm myself down before getting up, moving to my bedroom, finding the recently cleaned anal plug and lubricant, and returning to the living room. This time I don’t even wait for the message to change before dropping back into position. I’m a little surprised when I look up at the screen and instead of seeing the countdown still going, I see “Good Girl”

It's then that I notice… I’m swollen in my cage. I’m certainly angry and frustrated and offended… but there’s a part of me that’s turned on. Am I turned on by being ordered around? Even if its by a computer?

I’m not given much time to contemplate as the “Good Girl” message only stays on the screen for about ten seconds before its replaced by “Please insert plug. Please use plug as primary method of masturbation. You may also use oral stimulation, nipple/breast stimulation, skin petting/caressing. NO STIMULATION TO MALE GENETALIA ALLOWED!”

I can practically hear the computer yelling the last part to me. After making sure there’s plenty of lubrication both on the plug and around my anus, not really caring that I’m spilling some on the carpet, I reach around and start to insert it. I want to put up more of a fight, but at this point there doesn’t seem to be a point. My only consolation is that I won’t have to masturbate to the video Sarah made of Louis and me.

As I start to play with the plug, letting out a little huff of humiliation and frustration, my world just gets worse. The TV starts playing a video. It’s not the video of Louis and me. It’s the offending ‘adult content’ video that got me into this position in the first place. It’s the video that looks like I am getting fucked. The volume on the TV is up most of the way, filling the room with ‘my’ little squeals and whimpers of delight. Underneath that is the sound of a sultry woman speaking. It takes me several moments to get my head around the discipline before I can focus on what she’s saying. I’m going to have to masturbate. To orgasm. While wearing a cage. Using a butt plug and other parts of my body, but not my caged penis. All while watching a video of me getting fucked.

When I resume pushing and pulling the plug, making it rub up against my prostate, I can finally hear what the voice is saying. It’s ironically not needed and even through my arousal hazed mind, I think I get what the program was doing. It assumed I was watching some random porn video. Now it wants me to masturbate to it and is trying to enforce that I’m the girl in the video… not knowing that I AM the girl in the video. The voice says at random points “You’re so sexy and beautiful” “He loves using your body” “Your voice is so girly and sexy” and “You look beautiful taking it from your man”. If it were just a video of me, it’d be devastatingly effective to pull me into the woman’s role. If it were just the voice, it too would be devastatingly effective. But both? I’m soon not only whining and squealing in time to my video counterpart, but I’m also pushing and pulling at the plug in time with the man on screen.

It would be difficult enough to masturbate to orgasm through the cage. Add in the fact that I’d just orgasmed less than twelve hours before and I can feel my body plateauing in pleasure long before the peak of ecstasy. Within fifteen minutes I keep one hand behind me, using the plug, while I bow down and put my cheek on the floor and use my other hand to entice other areas of my body. I spend a lot of time with my hand up under my tunic, playing at my breasts and nipples, but occasionally bring that hand out and rub them over my lips and even run it through my hair.

I can’t escape feeling overtly and overridingly aroused and this damned system, along with two weeks priming me, has me completely thinking in a feminine mindset. About the only thoughts I give about the man in the video is how his cock is bigger than the plug and thinking it’d probably feel better against my prostate. I don’t give one thought of being him and fucking the hot girl in the video.

It takes nearly ninety minutes of constant work to get myself to cum. The last ten minutes was furiously pushing and pulling on the plug with all my might and pinching my nipples in turn. Hard. When I finally reach that peak of pleasure, I can’t stop myself from screaming out. My hips start bucking and I fall completely to the floor. Much like the night before, the pleasure comes from everywhere and lights up all over my body. In fact, with my penis swollen as much as the cage allows, that part of me is actually achy. It takes me several long moments before I realize the video has stopped playing. I can’t see the screen but I can hear that ‘my’ voice has stopped playing and only the devotional girl voice remains saying soothingly over and over “Good girl Sadie. You’re such a good girl.”

Still breathing hard, I look up at the screen and see… me. Not some fake video me getting fucked. Me. Down on the floor on my knees and elbows, reaching behind myself, playing with myself as I look almost right at the viewer. Me, looking at me, while I’m masturbating to a video of me. I realize that as low and humiliated as I feel… having just been **** by a computer to orgasm to a video of myself getting fucked… there’s still room to shovel more mortification on.

And then there’s another spoonful of ignominy as I hear Sarah behind me “I gotta say Sadie, that was mother fucking HOT!”

Sarah thankfully lets me clean up and reset myself mentally for an hour before we discuss what happened. She even lets the cage off. Even in the shower though, I know why she’s not concerned with me pleasuring myself as my penis just hurts and is so overly sensitive to touch that I can barely clean it.

When I’m finally back at the kitchen table in my nighty and a big fluffy robe that Sarah bought, we go over what happened. Sarah makes me explain how I tripped an adult content warning first and we discuss the video. After watching it several times, we both recognize that it must be a deep fake. The body, while close to mine, isn’t exactly the same. The hair is thinner, the breasts are bigger, and the ass is, embarrassingly, smaller. But the voice and face are all me. Fake me but still me.

By the time that we come to that conclusion and double check the message, we see that the moderator of the subreddit has already taken the video down. There are over a dozen replies with most saying it’s inappropriate content, and some even pointing out that it’s not real. Without any more action to take, I agree that it’s useless for me to join the reddit and claim it to be fake. Though I did note that the poster was none other than MdeVoltaire.

After that’s settled and I explain that I had downloaded the video and was trying to send it to Sarah she got really embarrassed. She said that when we were starting, she was afraid that I’d get some porn and jack off to it, ruining any progress she made in redirecting my sexual energy into feminine energy. She’d set up this content filter on all of my devices, and then programed it into the devotional program. She only had to set up parameters and it would generate random disciplines based on its analysis of the adult content. She even gave a frightening example that if it had seen me watching a video of a blow job, it would have unlocked a drawer in my closet that contained a realistic dildo and that I’d have had a similar discipline but with a dildo in my mouth.

I believed her when she said that she didn’t ever think of it going off while she wasn’t here. She was the built in safety. I also believe her when she says that she didn’t think it was needed any more as it was clear I was already well on my way of thinking in a feminine sexual way and didn’t need enforcement. She didn’t have to show me, but I appreciated her showing me that the content filter and discipline program was removed from my devices.

Finally, she admitted that it had notified her of the discipline starting but that she couldn’t do anything about it remotely. She and her friend were in the next town over and it took her about an hour to get back. All the while, she got to see a video feed of me being disciplined. She couldn’t see the video I was watching, just the video of me masturbating. By the time she came in I was so focused on the task and obviously so close that she didn’t want to interrupt. On that point, I agree… it would have been mean to stop me so close.

Tired all the way down to my bones, I give Sarah a hug to show that I’m not holding any grudges and head off to bed. When I feel my watch buzz, I’m immediately afraid that Sarah still has a devotional for me tonight. But when I look at the watch, instead of being directed to use my phone or computer, it simply is showing a message from Sarah. “Good night Sadie. You’re my good girl!”