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Carlee smiled seeing the plain brown package laying in front of the door as she pulled up from work. She had been waiting for this to come in for a little while. Her boyfriend had suggested that she let him tie her up. She rolled her eyes. What nerve!! Why would she ever do that? She would file that request right there with all the other things he frequently asked for that she wouldn't do. But he kept pressuring her, "let's just get some cuffs. That's all. You can just wear the cuffs for a few minutes and we'll take them off." He just wouldn't leave her alone about it. So, she had an idea. She found a set of cuffs online. Sure, they were a little more expensive than some. But, although they looked like a plain band, they had a remote control. Her idea was to keep the remote control in her own pocket and persuade them to model them first -- you know -- to prove to her they were harmless. And the second he put them on, she would click the button on the remote in her pocket and let him see how it felt to be helpless. Who knows? She might even leave him like that for awhile. Maybe that would make him shut up about the perverted things he was always asking her to do and that she was always having to take time and energy to tell him 'no'. *sighs* He is exhausting.
But her sigh changed to a smile as she walked inside and opened the box. Wrinkling her brow in puzzlement, she pulled the cuffs from the box. Apparently there was another box that came with the cuffs inside, too. She sat it on the table and waved her hand in dismissal. It seems you use that as some sort of gateway. She guessed for the remote. Picking up the cuffs, she smiled to herself, thinking of how she would tease him and then trick him into putting them on. They were soft on the inside. They actually felt good. She shrugged, thinking maybe she should try them herself first, just to see how they worked.
She grabbed the remote and put it right in front of her on the table next to the box. Then she wrapped the cuffs around her wrists and fastened them into place. Odd. Once fastened you couldn't even detect a seam in the cuffs -- no lock, no mechanism, at all -- just hooks to attach them to each other or to something else. What if she couldn't get these off? She had spooked herself and laughed at her own panic as she reached for the remote. She clicked the release and nothing happened except the well-known digital error buzzing sound. The cuffs weren't connected, so she held the remote in one hand and pointed it directly at the other cuff, pushing the big "release" button. Still -- nothing but an error sound. She turned the remote over, searching. There was an alphabet keyboard and a digital screen. But the digital screen was black and there was no response from any of the buttons except the scolding error tone anytime she tried hitting the "release" button.
Holding the remote in both hands, she was suddenly surprised at a loud clicking sound as the rings from each cuff seemed to be magnetically attracted to each other and clicked together into a locked position, but a chain had extended that only allowed her to move her hands about a foot apart. Carlee instantly tried to pull her hands further apart, but when she tried, the chain retracted back into the cuffs a little, allowing her to separate her hands even less.
You would think she would learn quickly. And maybe it was panic, but she had tried enough times that she could only separate her hands about 2 inches by the time she realized she was only making things worse. She turned to pick up the remote again. This time the digital screen had come alive and had a message "Malfunction detected. Press 0 to connect to support". She quickly pressed 0 on the remote and a robotic voice began giving her choices. She yelled into the mic of the remote, "Live agent! Help! Operator!" But the response was, "We are sorry. We are experiencing a large volume of calls and all of our agents are busy. You have been directed to our automated system for help. Please say in a few words the problem you are having."
"I'M STUCK IN YOUR STUPID CUFFS, YOU IDIOT!!" she yelled into the remote, but immediately jumped in surprise when a shock ran from each cuff.
"Disrespect detected," the robot voice droned on. "Punishment level 1"
"PUNISHMENT? WHO ARE YOU TO PUNISH ME FOR YOUR PROBLEM?? RELEASE THESE CUFFS NOW!!" she screamed.
"Further disrespect detected. Subject questioned authority. Punishment level 2," the robot voice said calmly just before Carlee yelled out in pain from another set of shocks from the cuffs. it was enough to make her think twice before she spoke again. She said through gritted teeth, "PLEASE help me release these cuffs."
The robot voice purred, "See? It wasn't so hard to ask nicely. One moment while I review your system. I need to make sure you remain still while I access your system."
Carlee gasped in surprise as a strong force -- magnets? -- pulled the cuffs toward the box that had come with them at the same time the top of the box rose into a tower. The cuffs were pulled up until Carlee was standing on tip toes with her hands stretched upwards, the cuffs somehow attached to the top of the box. Carlee waited impatiently, shifting her weight back and forth on her toes, but was afraid to say anything else. Finally the robot voice proclaimed steadily, "The cuffs cannot release because they are not connected to a wifi network. The remote cannot communicate with them. You will need to connect them to wifi."
"NOT connected??? " Carlee exclaimed without thinking, "Then how did I get dragged to this box??"
"Disrespect detected..." the robot voice began..
Carlee quickly interrupted, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
The robot voice droned on, "One-time instance of apology accepted. No further apologies will change consequences. However, a reminder will be issued."
Little robot arms suddenly came out of the bottom of the box and before Carlee knew what was happening, the arms had fastened the same type of cuffs around her ankles. Her ankles snapped to the sides of the box as if connected by magnets as well. Carlee struggled trying to pull her hands and feet free from the box, to no avail. Through her struggles she heard the robot voice announce, "Subject will receive 5 reminders."
"Five reminders?.." she started, then cried out suddenly as another robot arm shaped like a paddle extended from the side of the box and gave a firm and very hard slap against her backside. She struggled desperately but couldn't get away.
"One..." the robot voice counted, just before the paddle came crashing against her bottom again.
"Stop!! Stop!! That hurts!!" she screamed, as the robot voice calmly stated, "two..."
She struggled as hard as she could, but nothing could stop was was happening until the voice finally announced "five." and the arm retreated back into the box. The voice stated matter-of-factly, "Subject will remember to always speak politely and not question authority. Consider this a friendly reminder."
Inside her head, she was screaming, "Friendly reminder?? THat HURT!!!" but she didn't dare say it out loud. She desperately wanted to rub her on-fire bottom, but she was stuck against the box by the wrist and ankle cuffs.
The robot voice continued as if nothing had happened, "Your system cannot connect to the remote because you have not connected it to the wifi." A panel opened in front of her hands. "Please enter the wifi password so that your remote will be able to use the network to send commands to the system."
She thought this was strange, but her stinging bottom reminded her to just do what it said. She quickly typed in the wifi password and realizing that she no longer could reach the remote, she tried a cautious, 'Please release the cuffs now."
The robot voice droned, "One moment. Processing." After a few minutes passed, the voice continued, "You are now connected through the wifi network. Now you must make a choice. Test subjects are needed. If you would like to volunteer as a test subject, simply do nothing and you will be registered as a test subject in 1 minute. If you do not want to volunteer, please press the big "Release" button on your remote, which is now connected.
Carlee panicked. Press the remote? But she can't reach the remote! She struggled to pull her hands free and although she called out frantically , she remembered to be polite, "please let my hands go, so I can press "release" on the remote."
The robot voice droned on, "Release is not available through voice commands. You will need to manually press the release button on the remote."
Carlee struggled desperately to get her hands free as the voice announced 10 second intervals.
"You have 50 seconds to choose not to be registered as a test subject. Press "release" before the 50 seconds have expired if you do not wish to volunteer. Once the 50 seconds have passed, by not pressing 'release' you will have given your legal consent to be a test subject. After that point, you will not be allowed to change your status."
Carlee forgot the punishments and screamed now, "LET ME GO!! I CAN'T REACH THE REMOTE!! I DON'T CONSENT TO BE A TEST SUBJECT!!"
The robot voice continued, "Subject is too loud and is drowning out legally required warning messages. Situation remedied."
Carlee jumped when a long penis gag was shoved into her mouth in mid-scream and fastened behind her head by the same robotic arms.
But her sigh changed to a smile as she walked inside and opened the box. Wrinkling her brow in puzzlement, she pulled the cuffs from the box. Apparently there was another box that came with the cuffs inside, too. She sat it on the table and waved her hand in dismissal. It seems you use that as some sort of gateway. She guessed for the remote. Picking up the cuffs, she smiled to herself, thinking of how she would tease him and then trick him into putting them on. They were soft on the inside. They actually felt good. She shrugged, thinking maybe she should try them herself first, just to see how they worked.
She grabbed the remote and put it right in front of her on the table next to the box. Then she wrapped the cuffs around her wrists and fastened them into place. Odd. Once fastened you couldn't even detect a seam in the cuffs -- no lock, no mechanism, at all -- just hooks to attach them to each other or to something else. What if she couldn't get these off? She had spooked herself and laughed at her own panic as she reached for the remote. She clicked the release and nothing happened except the well-known digital error buzzing sound. The cuffs weren't connected, so she held the remote in one hand and pointed it directly at the other cuff, pushing the big "release" button. Still -- nothing but an error sound. She turned the remote over, searching. There was an alphabet keyboard and a digital screen. But the digital screen was black and there was no response from any of the buttons except the scolding error tone anytime she tried hitting the "release" button.
Holding the remote in both hands, she was suddenly surprised at a loud clicking sound as the rings from each cuff seemed to be magnetically attracted to each other and clicked together into a locked position, but a chain had extended that only allowed her to move her hands about a foot apart. Carlee instantly tried to pull her hands further apart, but when she tried, the chain retracted back into the cuffs a little, allowing her to separate her hands even less.
You would think she would learn quickly. And maybe it was panic, but she had tried enough times that she could only separate her hands about 2 inches by the time she realized she was only making things worse. She turned to pick up the remote again. This time the digital screen had come alive and had a message "Malfunction detected. Press 0 to connect to support". She quickly pressed 0 on the remote and a robotic voice began giving her choices. She yelled into the mic of the remote, "Live agent! Help! Operator!" But the response was, "We are sorry. We are experiencing a large volume of calls and all of our agents are busy. You have been directed to our automated system for help. Please say in a few words the problem you are having."
"I'M STUCK IN YOUR STUPID CUFFS, YOU IDIOT!!" she yelled into the remote, but immediately jumped in surprise when a shock ran from each cuff.
"Disrespect detected," the robot voice droned on. "Punishment level 1"
"PUNISHMENT? WHO ARE YOU TO PUNISH ME FOR YOUR PROBLEM?? RELEASE THESE CUFFS NOW!!" she screamed.
"Further disrespect detected. Subject questioned authority. Punishment level 2," the robot voice said calmly just before Carlee yelled out in pain from another set of shocks from the cuffs. it was enough to make her think twice before she spoke again. She said through gritted teeth, "PLEASE help me release these cuffs."
The robot voice purred, "See? It wasn't so hard to ask nicely. One moment while I review your system. I need to make sure you remain still while I access your system."
Carlee gasped in surprise as a strong force -- magnets? -- pulled the cuffs toward the box that had come with them at the same time the top of the box rose into a tower. The cuffs were pulled up until Carlee was standing on tip toes with her hands stretched upwards, the cuffs somehow attached to the top of the box. Carlee waited impatiently, shifting her weight back and forth on her toes, but was afraid to say anything else. Finally the robot voice proclaimed steadily, "The cuffs cannot release because they are not connected to a wifi network. The remote cannot communicate with them. You will need to connect them to wifi."
"NOT connected??? " Carlee exclaimed without thinking, "Then how did I get dragged to this box??"
"Disrespect detected..." the robot voice began..
Carlee quickly interrupted, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
The robot voice droned on, "One-time instance of apology accepted. No further apologies will change consequences. However, a reminder will be issued."
Little robot arms suddenly came out of the bottom of the box and before Carlee knew what was happening, the arms had fastened the same type of cuffs around her ankles. Her ankles snapped to the sides of the box as if connected by magnets as well. Carlee struggled trying to pull her hands and feet free from the box, to no avail. Through her struggles she heard the robot voice announce, "Subject will receive 5 reminders."
"Five reminders?.." she started, then cried out suddenly as another robot arm shaped like a paddle extended from the side of the box and gave a firm and very hard slap against her backside. She struggled desperately but couldn't get away.
"One..." the robot voice counted, just before the paddle came crashing against her bottom again.
"Stop!! Stop!! That hurts!!" she screamed, as the robot voice calmly stated, "two..."
She struggled as hard as she could, but nothing could stop was was happening until the voice finally announced "five." and the arm retreated back into the box. The voice stated matter-of-factly, "Subject will remember to always speak politely and not question authority. Consider this a friendly reminder."
Inside her head, she was screaming, "Friendly reminder?? THat HURT!!!" but she didn't dare say it out loud. She desperately wanted to rub her on-fire bottom, but she was stuck against the box by the wrist and ankle cuffs.
The robot voice continued as if nothing had happened, "Your system cannot connect to the remote because you have not connected it to the wifi." A panel opened in front of her hands. "Please enter the wifi password so that your remote will be able to use the network to send commands to the system."
She thought this was strange, but her stinging bottom reminded her to just do what it said. She quickly typed in the wifi password and realizing that she no longer could reach the remote, she tried a cautious, 'Please release the cuffs now."
The robot voice droned, "One moment. Processing." After a few minutes passed, the voice continued, "You are now connected through the wifi network. Now you must make a choice. Test subjects are needed. If you would like to volunteer as a test subject, simply do nothing and you will be registered as a test subject in 1 minute. If you do not want to volunteer, please press the big "Release" button on your remote, which is now connected.
Carlee panicked. Press the remote? But she can't reach the remote! She struggled to pull her hands free and although she called out frantically , she remembered to be polite, "please let my hands go, so I can press "release" on the remote."
The robot voice droned on, "Release is not available through voice commands. You will need to manually press the release button on the remote."
Carlee struggled desperately to get her hands free as the voice announced 10 second intervals.
"You have 50 seconds to choose not to be registered as a test subject. Press "release" before the 50 seconds have expired if you do not wish to volunteer. Once the 50 seconds have passed, by not pressing 'release' you will have given your legal consent to be a test subject. After that point, you will not be allowed to change your status."
Carlee forgot the punishments and screamed now, "LET ME GO!! I CAN'T REACH THE REMOTE!! I DON'T CONSENT TO BE A TEST SUBJECT!!"
The robot voice continued, "Subject is too loud and is drowning out legally required warning messages. Situation remedied."
Carlee jumped when a long penis gag was shoved into her mouth in mid-scream and fastened behind her head by the same robotic arms.
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