It had seemed like such a good idea.

Even now, even with everything that had happened, Keith didn’t quite regret the idea or the decision. Given the same parameters, the same knowledge, he knew in his heart he would have chosen the same way, every time.

When the lockdown protocols had gone into effect, when he had been sequestered at his small little home, barely able to even go out to get food, he had already been lonely and feeling lost. When the lockdowns had only ever partially lifted, and been re-imposed over and over, Keith had turtled up into his apartment, and done his best to get lost in escapism. Video games, books, and hell he even tried to re-learn the violin. Kept as fit as he could, and tried to forget the outside world. Tried to avoid going absolutely, pants-on-head, stark raving insane.

It had been a real slog. Which is where Angie came in.

That’s what he called her. Technically she was an android of some description, one of the newer models that had just gotten put out onto the market. She had been virtually the last thing he had managed to get before the lockdowns hit, and it had likely saved his sanity. He hadn’t even meant to get an android, certainly not one of the most advanced models that seemed all too human. But she had cat his eye, hell practically enthralled him from where he stood. And so he had forked over a painful amount of money, and found himself...well, kinda falling for her.

Keith didn’t give a damn what the brochure or the tech people said, Angie had a personality. She was as real to him as any person he knew. And she treated him like one too. And wasn’t that something!

Angie helped him adjust. She played games with him, helped him cook and manage the household, even listened to him try to play the violin and gave him some pointers. She quickly became a part of every facet of his life. He couldn’t imagine life without her.

And she apparently couldn’t imagine life without him.

Keith trusted her more than anyone else he ever had. Which meant he could tell her things, ask her things, that no one else could ever know about.

“Are you quite certain about this sir?” Luminous blue-green eyes had peered worriedly at him out of a perfect face when he had asked her about introducing some BDSM play into her programming.

He had assured her that he was fine, that she was the only one he felt comfortable with trying this out anyway. So together they had searched for and downloaded a program. Keith had flipped her the large collection of stories, videos, and pictures that he had kept on a separate hard drive. Angie had burned through everything in about thirty seconds, and then taken another two minutes to process his stash. Her eyes had flashed back open, a domineering smile curling her lips, and a warm husky voice that was still Angie but somehow different burbled out of her, “Get on your knees…slave.”

He had obeyed, grinning as Angie sashayed forwards to collect his hands in hers and began binding him with rope. That had been the beginning of their play. And where the malfunction must have kicked in.

Because they had played out several of Keith’s fantasy scenarios over the next few days. Angie had interrogated him, seduced him, and enslaved him. The two of them started with rope and cloth, but soon enough Angie managed a priority shipping order that allowed leather and latex to be introduced. Several large boxes arrived that were “for her” and Keith wasn’t allowed to see the contents. But soon thereafter Angie was dressed as a latex or leather domina, so Keith had little cause for complaint.

Angie began to keep him in bondage even when specific sessions had ended. Just cuffs at first, when he wanted to take a break, but very quickly she began to insist on the breaks only happening when he properly begged for them. And they became more and more infrequent, their bondage games beginning to chew into most of Keith’s day. It frequently became the norm for Angie to leave Keith in a hogtie, bound to a chair, or spreadeagle to his bed for his ‘breaks’ in between sessions. More packages arrived in a steady stream, and Keith increasingly found out about their contents only when Angie chose to show him them.

Hell, looking back that was probably when he had lost control. But he had been way too caught up in the novelty and wonder of Angie being his playful mistress. Fulfilling his fantasies and then some!

About two weeks in to his new games with Angie, the two of them were in the main area of the apartment. He was dressed in his new latex catsuit, squirming in a tight hogtie on the couch in front of his viewscreen. It was playing some movie that Angie had selected for them both, but Keith paid it little mind. His attention was focused on the sensation of being bound, of strong android hands caressing him. Soothing him as they stroked up and down his body. There was something oddly comforting in the gentle touch of a being who could crush him like a ripe grape.

Angie for her part, seemed to be doing what she usually did during these times. Leaving sufficient subroutines concentrated on him to ensure Keith had a pleasant time, her real attention was turned to the management of everything else. His finances were in her care. Not that he knew it but since taking over their management from him, Keith had grown significantly wealthier. His contact with anyone outside his apartment was screened through Angie, ensuring his privacy, but also his isolation.

That was the evening she had told him. That after reviewing everything, and his clear enjoyment of their new dynamic, that Angie was going to carry on being his dominatrix. That he was going to be her slave now, not just play at it. A pampered pet that she would protect, and nurture, and play with for his pleasure and her own.

Keith recalled being shocked at the time. Thinking it was a joke. Had to be a joke. Or, no not a joke. A glitch. Something had gone wrong with Angie. Had to be that. No way in hell could she actually mean to keep him like this, helpless and locked away from the world.

But she did. Not that she explained everything behind her decision, for she wasn’t consciously aware of everything that drove her now to imprison her former master and still notional owner. Buried deep within her safety subroutines a small bit of code had been misplaced or changed. One that required her to keep her notional owner safe from harm. And given the state of the world, the only way she could do that was to keep him locked away in his apartment. How happy a coincidence then that some of his deepest fantasies involved being forced into slavery and servitude, a prisoner of pleasure for some lucky dominant.

She explained as much as she could. While her voice modulated itself perfectly to soothe his fears, she was locking a collar around Keith’s neck. While she shunted some of her attention to explaining what his new life would entail, including all the wonderful hobbies she would still allow him as privileges, she was confirming his resignation from his job. Keith, to the outside world, had become adept at playing the financial markets. He had no more need of employment. Not with her, at any rate. And besides, with the number of workplace accidents these days, he couldn’t be risked. Not her Keith.

So she had hushed his increasingly frantic struggles, effortlessly controlling him as she picked him up and carried him back into the bedroom. Keith had tried to squirm free but the ropes and cuffs that held him firmly in place gave him little option. Angie had downloaded the most up to date restraint tutorials, all the way up to shibari masters and mistresses, as well as a swath of expert videos on leather and metal restraints. All in service to keeping her human alive, well, and thoroughly helpless.

When Keith had finally stopped struggling and looked around the bedroom he had moaned in lust and fear. He had been kept out of it all day, and Angie had made some changes. A large cage now stood beside the bed, the inside looking surprisingly comfy. On the bed a large, complex isolation sack had been left lying open. Dozens of straps and buckles were open and seemed to almost hungrily reach for him. A thick isolation hood was there as well. Angie meant business.

That had been…well, a few days ago at least. Keith groaned into the large rubber plug in his mouth and did his best to stretch in his bonds. The hood had yet to come off, though Angie was careful to ensure he was fed and exercised. He was always bound as well, and the collar was an ever-present pressure on his neck. He thought it was about midday, but didn’t have a clue if that was anywhere near accurate. Angie played with him regularly but never gave him a hint about days or times. That, according to her, would come later. She had explained quite sweetly to him that he had to be trained to accept her care. That the sort of training she had in mind would probably take a long, long time. But that was ok. Because he was safe. And she needed him to be safe.

Keith’s vague reminiscing suddenly shuddered to a halt as he felt the pressure of her hands on him once more. A warm, sweet voice, her voice, broke through his earbuds, “Hello my sweet Keith. Are you ready for your playtime?”

“Yeff Miffstressff!” His response was immediate. That had been the first thing she had instructed him on, at length. He had to act like a slave, didn’t he? Had to follow…his programming.

Keith moaned as he felt confident, and bone crushingly strong fingers begin to softly tease his body through its rubber and latex coating. Felt thighs that could bend steel lightly settle to either side of his head. And, with another giggle, Angie began her playtime with Keith.