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A Controlled Life
Chapter Seven
As Tom continued to type it rapidly became clear why Princess Dee had
named this task "Devotional." Every line was a reflection upon her in a
glorious light.
"Princess Dee is my Goddess; I must worship her always!"
"Princess Dee is amazing; she deserves everything I can give to her."
"Princess Dee is my owner; her control of me gives meaning to my life!"
"I am humbled to be the slave of Princess Dee. Only through my service to
her am I worthy as a person."
"I am insignificant without the control and guidance of Princess Dee; she
makes me a better person."
"Princess Dee is my everything, without her I am nothing."
"Princess Dee is my better. She knows what is in my best interests more
than I do."
"Princess Dee is my superior; she is better than me in every way!"
These eight lines came up randomly and Tom typed them repeatedly over and
over. There would be no way for him to know how many times he had to type
them correctly, or for how long without errors until the task was
completed and he generated the report. As he typed out these lines he was
very frequently interrupted by the "distraction" boxes which showed up in
various places across his screen. All of them also had text in them, but
they were directed more at him than devotionals to her. He saw things like
"Hurry up loser!" and "Type faster bitch!" and "Come on slut" and "Pay
attention bitch-boy!" all play out across his screen randomly about every
five seconds or so.
Tom found them very frustrating as they constantly threw off his
concentration on what he was typing. The term "distraction" was very
fitting indeed. It also didn't help Tom that he was both very tired and
had been through an emotional train-wreck for the last several hours. Tom
made innumerable mistakes which continued to cost him even more time on
the computer before he could go to bed. He was not aware that Princess Dee
had set up the Devotional task to add five more required lines for every
wrong line that he submitted. She had also set it to run for one hundred
and fifty lines originally so Tom really had his work cut out for him.
After about an hour of typing; all that Tom could really think of was "Is
this ever going to end?" and "How am I ever going to be able to do this
twice a day? I won't have time for anything else." He had no idea that
Princess Dee would eventually take away every single moment of free time
that he would ever have, and that this was only just the beginning of her
managing every moment of time he had outside of work.
It was nearly two AM on Sunday morning before Tom finally saw the Box come
up saying that he had completed the task and could generate the report.
When he did generate the report he was stunned to see that he had typed in
three hundred and eighty five lines and that he had entered forty seven
faulty lines. He then logged into his email account to send Princess Dee
the report; and by doing so unwittingly also provided her with his
password thanks to PC Pandora. He then copied and pasted the report into
an email message and sent it to her.
Tom then signed out of his email, and keeping the computer turned on per
Princess Dee's command headed off to bed. As he climbed into bed he
recalled that he would have to type those three hundred and eighty five
lines again first thing in the morning; he had no idea that it could be
significantly less if he did not make any mistakes. He also then recalled
that he had to go to Mint.com as well and that he was going to allow
Princess Dee to see his money situation and that she had planned to start
controlling his spending habits. At this thought, Tom began to toss and
turn with worry. It would be a very fitful and restless night of sleep for
Tom. He had no idea that his nightmare was just truly beginning.
Tom woke up several times due to his disturbing dreams; all of which
surrounded his being in the control of Princess Dee. Tom was emotionally
very confused; as though he considered them to be nightmares more than
pleasant dreams he found that he was with an erection every time he woke.
Was he enjoying this? Surely not! Not even on some baser level. Could he?
Again, he always told himself no. This was terrible, and he was horrified
at the situation he found himself to be in. Yes, he had gotten a sick
sexual thrill from it initially; but not now. There was no way in his mind
that he could find any of this pleasurable; let alone sexually exciting.
It must just be a coincidence that he had the erections when the dreams
woke him up. Perhaps, it was just a matter of timing as men usually woke
up with a case of "morning wood" any way. "Yes, that must be it." Tom
thought to himself. There was no way the two things could ever be
connected as far as he was concerned. Tom had finally convinced himself of
this fact, and had finally fallen into a deeper slumber than his restless
mind had allowed him so far that night.
Unfortunately for Tom, his emotional confusion was exasperated even more
so when he awoke with a start to find that his sheets were completely
soaked. Somewhere in his disturbed mind Tom had achieved a nocturnal
emission, a wet dream, from this nightmare. This frightened Tom to the
core. How was it possible for him to find this sexually exciting? "What
kind of sick bastard must I be?" he thought to himself.
Tom was unable to fall back asleep after this and just laid there trying
to rationalize a way out of this. There had to be some other explanation
for it; there just had to be. But no matter how much thought he put into
it; Tom just was not able to come up with anything else to make sense out
of it. All he could do was just lay there in shock.
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