Flo part four
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one
I woke to the gentle chime of a message arriving on my cell.
I stirred slowly, not reaching for it just yet. My hand found my flaccid
penis through the soft, satin material of my lace trimmed nightie and I
gently massaged myself. I was getting hard, but knew I still had to
adhere to the rules Kelli set when she first put me on a cycle. No
masturbation unless it was part of my flow into my panty-liner. I'd been
waiting weeks now.
I thought about the random dice generator on my cell. My period hadn't
officially started yet, but I was getting so horny. If I rolled odd I
could start my period and gain some release.
I reached for the cell and stopped short.
The text alert was from Flo.
What the hell? It wasn't the reminder that my period was imminent that
Kelli had set up. It was an actual text message.
I opened it. Where a photograph of the sender might normally appear
there was the pink and white feather logo of Flo.
FLO: Good morning, Kirsten. Your period is starting so please put on
your panty-liner.
What? How could she be texting me? Maybe it was a joke or a prank. Only
Kelli knew about Flo accept for the occasional embarrassing discovery
which I brushed off as a technical glitch. Kelli and.......
I sat up. Sally, the woman from the cell phone store who had fixed the
issues I was having.
KIRSTEN: Sally? Is this you?
FLO: My name is Flo. Who is Sally?
My fingers danced over the screen.
KIRSTEN: Sally, this isn't funny. You already went through my cell and
saw stuff about me that was private. You can't play this game.
FLO: Your period, Kirsten. I don't want you to make a mess. Put on a
panty-liner.
I wasn't even going to get to roll the dice. My period was starting
whether I liked the idea or not. I searched through the apps. The random
dice generator was gone.
FLO: You don't need it. Your period has started. Put on a panty-liner.
I sat up. Realised I was hard at the command from a stranger. If it was
a stranger. If it wasn't Sally, who I decided to visit later, it must be
Kelli. I was off work for a week because it was my birthday, and she
loved to play little girly games with me. She agreed to stay friends if
I'd dress for her, and I was happy to consent because it gave me an
outlet for my cross-dressing. Our games were always private, as they had
been when we were together. One of her conditions was that I had to work
as her maid once a week, so I'd be seeing her tomorrow. I'd ask her
about it then. She'd never done anything this elaborate before.
But how could Sally or Kelli have known I had searched for the random
dice generator? God, I wished I knew more about technology than what I
saw in the movies and on television. Could one of them have cloned my
cell, mirrored it somehow? Could they see everything I did? I'd heard
stories of people being watched through their webcam. Could this be a
form of that voyeurism?
FLO: Now, Kirsten. Or you'll be wearing a tampon, too.
"No, wait..."
The tampons were just for show. I'd never actually worn one. I just
liked the idea of them being there. One day, maybe. But only if I was
forced. I couldn't see myself letting anything in back there willingly.
KIRSTEN: I'm getting dressed now.
FLO: I'll need to see. I like that lemon matching set you have.
The lace Chloe outfit from Boux Avenue. How could she.....? The photos
on my cell. I kept pictures of all my wardrobe so I could day-dream
about what I could be wearing.
I opened my organised lingerie drawer, and found the bra and panties she
meant. It was a nice set and I flashed on the day I purchased it, being
bold enough to ask for some fitting advice. It had been an embarrassing
moment, but so helpful.
I fastened the bra behind my back, enjoying the tight feel of the
banding, the straps set just right. Then I carefully placed a panty-
liner in the panties and slipped them up my bare, smooth legs.
I held the cell down and snapped a picture. Nothing gross. The edges of
the wings peeking out of the delicate material.
FLO: Good girl.
I put on my jeans and a baggy shirt so that the bra, and my natural B-
cup mounds, wouldn't be too visible. Socks and-
FLO: I really like the Conkca purse and handbag I've seen. I expect you
to use them from today.
Again, the pictures from my cell. It had to be Sally or Kelli.
It might sound silly, but I liked having the accessories even though I
never publicly used them. When I was dressed I would sometimes carry
them with me from room to room around the house.
FLO: Empty your wallet and start using the purse. Put everything a woman
needs in your handbag.
I couldn't move. I loved being told what to do. It made dressing that
much easier and took any inner conflict, guilt and shame out of the
equation. I was just doing as I was told. And I'd already been following
Flo for about a year, since the app was installed on my cell.
FLO: Don't forget to show me.
I took a picture of my empty wallet, and then the purse.......My purse.
With my cards in it and my loose change in the zipped compartment. There
was no disguising, especially with its shape, that it was a woman's
purse. And I was finally going to be using it. Outside. For all to see.
The idea terrified me.
I found the matching handbag; both soft, brown leather. I started to
fill it, imagining what a woman might need if she was just popping to
town.
FLO: Don't forget a spare panty-liner and tampon. Has your flow started
yet?
I could feel moistness down there. Pre-cum. I was so aroused, even
though it was difficult to get hard because my small penis was tucked
away between my legs.
KIRSTEN: Just a little.
FLO: Complete my app then. Like you do every morning. Your routine
should not change just because you are having your period.
I obediently opened the app. Completed the sections about my mood,
exercise, diet, water intake, weight.......And then the section that
only opened up during menstruation.
I marked my flow as light and watched a message appear on the screen:
Cycle predictions have been improved.
That was the kind of message I was used to. Not these unusual texts. I
had to see Sally. Tell her to stop this nonsense.
two
Walking through town, the handbag on my shoulder, I endured several
looks. Nothing I couldn't handle, even though I had never really
expressed myself openly in public. I'd always enjoyed it when Kelli made
me carry her bag when we were out. This is just like that, I told
myself.
Only Kelli wasn't at my side. And the bag was obviously mine.
I reached the cell store and saw that the male colleague, whose name I
didn't know, was working the floor.
I entered and he stifled his laugh.
I considered him. He was only a young man, but much more of a male than
myself. There was a bulge in his trousers that I could only be envious
of.
"Sally! You have to see this!"
Sally emerged from the back.
She didn't hide her giggle.
"Kirsten. So good to see you again. That's a nice handbag."
"We need to talk," I said.
"Are you still having trouble with your cell?" she asked, leading me to
a desk that was front and centre so everybody entering would see my
handbag.
"You know I am. You have to stop sending the messages."
"What messages?"
"Don't act all innocent. You've been texting me all morning, pretending
to be...."
I let the words fade off. I was probably sounding nuts.
"Please. If you're not sending the messages, help me."
She hesitated, a mischeivous twinkle in her eye.
"I'll take another look at your cell if you show me what a girl like you
keeps in her handbag."
I hadn't been very wet, but at her coercion I felt more pre-cum suddenly
leak out, my penis twitching, the smartfoam technology of the Always
Infinity pad getting a work out.
"I don't use most of the stuff in there," I said weakly.
"Of course you don't," she smiled condescendingly. "Show me and I'll
help you."
I unzipped the bag and removed the contents. My matching purse, both
adorned by the cute squirrel logo. A small make-up bag which I opened.
Lipstick and mascara for freshening up. Not that I ever would in public.
A compact mirror. A small packet of tissues. The spare panty-liner and a
tampon....
"Naturally," Sally noted. "Considering what started all this."
.....a pen and a girly diary, the pages adorned with pastel flowers.
"You're too cute, Kirsten," she smiled. "To think, when you first walked
in yesterday I was actually attracted to you."
I smiled, about to turn on the charm.
"You're kidding right," she said, shutting me down. "Let me see your
cell."
I handed it over and she quickly tapped at the screen, scanning through
what she was finding. She couldn't help but laugh.
"You've had quite a morning."
She was doing who knows what with my cell. Accessing settings I didn't
even know how to use or existed.
"Look," she finally said, holding out the cell so I could see the Flo
app on the screen: "Yesterday I updated all your settings and put the
latest version of Flo on your apps. She has access to everything now.
Imagine tendrils reaching out to everything on your cell and Flo
starting to.......Well, grow."
"Grow? Are you......? Please, just make it stop."
"I can't. I just tried uninstalling the app and it won't budge. I tried
rolling back to your previous version. No luck. It was like the cell was
resisting the change. You know how she continually improves cycle
predictions?"
I nodded. It was something that turned me on every day. Made the whole
idea of having a period daunting and totally unpredictable.
"Well, at it's most basic that's a form of artificial intelligence. The
updated version must have been something much, much more."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"I think she might be sentient," she mused in a low whisper.
"Like in a science-fiction film? I thought I was sounding crazy."
"Hey, I'm just trying to help. My version of Flo doesn't do any of this
stuff. It's only been happening since we ran the updates yesterday."
I took my cell away, worrying what she might have done this time.
"No. It's you. You think it's funny. To take advantage of....."
"Of what? Kirsten, you're a submissive girly and I might have fun with
you, but this isn't me."
I started to gather my girly things, dropping them back into my handbag.
"So you can see I'm submissive and think it's fun to-"
"Kirsten, I promise I'm not playing with you."
I couldn't believe I was close to tears. I grabbed a tissue from my
handbag and dabbed at my eyes.
"You can't mess with a person like this. Just stop it."
three
Through the day I received the usual reminders to change my panty-liner
so that I stayed fresh down there. Not only were the panty-liners wet
from leakage; it was also sweaty. So I appreciated the chance to change.
Thankfully Flo.....Sally, I corrected.......never breached the idea of
me wearing a tampon. And my flow was yet to get heavy, but I'm sure that
would come soon, expecially considering how horny I was with waiting.
That evening I relaxed with a bottle of wine and I decided to call
Kelli. It went to voice-mail.
"Kelli, I'll be around like we scheduled tomorrow for your house-work.
But can we talk. Something is happening and if you're a part of it I
want you to stop. It's not funny. I need your help."
Half in the bottle, I must have sounded crazy. I'd explain everything to
her tomorrow while I was completing my chores.
I must have drifted off because the chime of the cell woke me.
I actually dreaded opening it.
The message was from Kelli, her bubbly face smiling in the image: I've
got a surprise for you tomorrow. Don't get scared or nervous, but I'm
having some......No. You'll have to wait and see. But it's going to be a
laugh-riot. I promise you you'll be safe. But I'm going to humiliate you
like never before.
Kelli always did something special for my birthday, which was in a
couple of days. It would be girly and embarrassing and I'd go with the
flow because I had such a special trust and bond with her.
I was definitely drunk and ready to do anything for her. It was probably
just more house-work, a new chore or two. But perhaps it would be more.
Dressed as her maid I would be at her mercy all day and into the
evening. That was part of our deal. She often advised me on outfits and
shopped with me. She knew how much her games turned me on. So, on my
days as her maid, it was always anything goes.....It was a strange
symbiotic relationship. As boyfriend and girlfriend we just were not
compatible, but as friends we could help each other in such special
ways.
I was drunk, and easily gave into her even though I didn't know what she
had planned.
KIRSTEN: I'm soooo looking forward to your little game.
I headed upstairs and changed into my long nightie, putting on a fresh
pair of panties and a clean panty-liner. Sometimes I just didn't need to
be told. This behaviour had become natural and routine to me over the
last year or so.
I started to drift, thinking about what Sally had said. If Flo really
could see everything on my cell, she could learn a whole lot: my desires
to be humiliated, my love of dressing, my intimate and daring
relationship with Kelli, all the images of my clothes and the other,
hotter pictures. My calendar with work dates.....real work and my maid
dates with Kelli....and my upcoming birthday. If Flo was becoming more
and more intelligent would she want to surprise me, much as Kelli was
going to tomorrow?
If Flo really was sentient, what would she have me do, knowing that I'd
already been obeying her for a year? I was in a rhythm, a groove. She
said to do something and I'd follow it, brain-washed by my girly
desires. And now, instead of tracking a period, she was reaching outside
her limits and discovering all about me.
One last chime on the cell and I lazily reached for it.
FLO: Sweet dreams, Kirsten.
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