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one
After carefully removing the tampon, and changing into a fresh panty-
liner, I put on my sexiest nightie --- soft and sensual with lace trim
and a delightful leg slit that revealed smooth leg --- and managed to
get a few hours sleep.
I woke around lunch-time, tired and dozing a little. My period was
nearly over, and again I contemplated what might happen. I was becoming
more and more sure that Flo, with the help of women like Mistress
Rhiana, had long term plans for me.
I showered and called the cell store from my landline.
"Sorry, it's taken a couple of days-" I began when Sally answered.
"Look, Kirsten," Sally said, sounding angry. "I've spent hours looking
into this, trying to help you, but if you're not bothered-"
"No, no," I said quickly. "I've been......Flo has had me jumping
through some hoops."
"Are you okay?" Sally asked.
"I'm not hurt," I told her. "But....."
It wasn't all fun, despite the elation I had felt when I was falling
asleep earlier that morning. In the light of day, naked except for a
towel wrapped around my small breasts, hanging down to my legs,
feminine style, I was beginning to question all I had done.
I guessed it would take some time to be comfortable with the person I
might be becoming.
"Kirsten?"
"I'm fine. Can you take a late break?" I asked.
"Sure."
"We have to.......We have to be discreet," I warned her.
"What do you mean?" Sally asked.
"Well, I don't know what you have to share, but I'm pretty sure Flo's
all over the grid."
The grid? I'd obviously watched too many movies.
"You mean she's bigger than the system that created her?"
"I don't know. She had me shopping and I'm sure she was into the CCTV
systems. I think she's got her fingers all over the internet. You said
she was growing and-"
"Kirsten, calm down," she said.
I realised I was panicking and took a breath.
"There's a restaurant outside of town. On that countryside crossroads
where-"
"I know the one you mean."
"They'll be no cameras out there. And just in case, we'll meet in the
ladies. Say about two o'clock?"
I checked the time and told her I'd be there.
two
FLO: Kirsten? I'm waiting!
The cell had chimed a few times while I was on the phone to Sally.
I picked it up. It had only been a few minutes. She was so impatient
and demanding. I couldn't imagine the venom that would be waiting for
me when I conveniently forgot my cell this afternoon, deciding to risk
leaving it behind so she couldn't track me to my meeting with Sally.
KIRSTEN: Yes. I'm here.
A long pause. She was actually angry. A docile app that had developed
feelings and emotions; had been compliant in a death out of jealousy.
KIRSTEN: Flo. You know I'm yours. Don't be pisssed.
FLO: Pissed? Not the language I would expect from a woman. I saw your
prescription note from the hospital, Sleepy Head. Today I'd like you to
wear a panty-liner. And you need to get your first tampon in so you
will have time for your second later :)
She was actually happy. Not knowing how to control her emotions.
Flipping on a dime like a child. But then, in theory, she was only
about a week old.
KIRSTEN: That was just a joke with the tampon. A game Mistress Rhiana
played.
FLO: You're becoming more and more of a woman. I've heard all about
your activities yesterday from my friend, Rhiana. And it's fairly
obvious what happened at the hospital. Your period is nearly over, but
you do need to be careful this last day or so. Be a good girl and
insert your tampon into that sweet, tight pussy you have.
KIRSTEN: Okay. Okay.
FLO: Confirmation, please. And here is your lingerie for the day.
A picture from my clothing appeared. I was a little disappointed it was
nothing too sexy. The closest thing I had to plain underwear. Still a
little lace, but not my favorite set.
I took a tampon and unwrapped the packaging. Practised moving the
applicator a little, the tampon starting to push out. Flashed on
memories from when I was a teenager: not daring to insert a tampon, but
playing with the applicator, exploring. Twisting and bending over I
found my butt.......my pussy, I reminded myself.......and pushed the
tampon in. It didn't feel quite right --- as if it could --- and it
took me a few minutes before I felt it slide through to the right spot
with a gasp.
I followed the string with my fingertips to make sure it was dangling
out as far as it could. Nice and safe. I thought about Debbie's threat,
that the next time she saw me at the hospital it would be a full
examination, whatever that might entail. I made sure the tampon could
be removed and then found my cell, taking a picture for Flo.
Then I found the underwear she had chosen, slipped a panty-liner in and
dressed.
Another picture.
FLO: Good girl. I think I'll share something with you.
I put on jeans and a T-shirt as I watched as a message thread appeared
on the screen. I found the bottom and began to read. It started a few
days ago, when Flo first began preparing my session with Mistress
Rhiana. They talked a lot about who I was, what she could do for me,
tributes......Financially I was wiped clean until tomorrow by what had
been arranged.
As I neared the top of the thread I couldn't believe what I was
reading. My fingers actually started to tremble and I sat on the bed.
MISTRESS RHIANA: She really did excel. Surprised both Miss Alexa and
myself. She was fine company and seemed to enjoy our games, but she
really embraced our final activities. She was hungry for it.
I blushed and felt ashamed, but continued.
FLO: I'm glad you got along. Did you talk about her cycle?
MISTRESS RHIANA: Of course. She knows she'll be pegged during her
fertile time, and that I'll be training her to wear a butt plug for the
rest of her ovulation. That's what you wanted, isn't it?
FLO: Yes. Thank you.
MISTRESS RHIANA: I have a request of you.
FLO: Go ahead.
It was interesting. I realised Mistress Rhiana thought she was talking
to an actual person. How easy it was to be fooled by technology.
MISTRESS RHIANA: I have a few special girls. I believe, with very
little training, Kirsten could join them.
FLO: Special?
MISTRESS RHIANA: Yes. Every few weeks, maybe twenty times a year, I
organise special event parties for my most valued clients. My special
girls are there to serve drinks and snacks, and later-
My stomach turned.
MISTRESS RHIANA: -they entertain my guests in other ways. Things often
get sexual. The special girls are expected to clean up any messes
through the night, and, at request, become a part of the fun.
FLO: You arrange orgies and the special girls clean pussy and cock.
Help to service your guests.
MISTRESS RHIANA: Well you don't beat around the bush, do you? Yes. The
girls pay a token session tribute, but they actually earn a little.
Obviously the clients they serve are paying much, much more for the
night. I give the girls a tiny cut to show how fair I can be. But they
make much, much more from personal tips which I allow them to keep.
I had to re-read. I would be-they were actually talking about me giving
sexual pleasures for money. I'd be a prostitute.
I put the cell down and ran to the bathroom, reaching the toilet just
before I vomited. A dry heave after not eating for a while. I remained
over the toilet for a few minutes and then cleaned up, brushing my
teeth.
I returned to the cell, calmly reading the message again.
I actually thought: Frank at the diner probably didn't pay well, but
the girls probably doubled their wages in tips. Would it be much
different than the casual shifts I planned to undertake at the diner?
I couldn't believe I was trying to find a positive in this, instead of
just shutting the whole thing down. But I had to think of Kelli, my ex-
girlfriend who had started all this when she innocently put the Flo app
on my cell to track my periods, and Sally who I was meeting later, who
had inadvertantly loaded the app update that had turned Flo sentient
when she had been fixing my phone.
I swallowed deeply......Couldn't help but think about my lips wrapped
around the waiter's cock, my mouth working him deep.......and images of
what else I might be swallowing were summoned unbidden from my
imagination.
Faceless men and women I would have to serve and entertain. My clit
began to stir, pre-cum leaking out, my first flow of the day beginning.
FLO: That sounds delightful.
three
I was about to leave when the cell chimed. Again, I wondered how angry
and spiteful she would be if she figured out the cell had been left
behind. I could play dumb and innocent, but considering all that was
happening I'm pretty sure she would find a way to punish me.
And having followed her basic period instructions for a year, and now
the extremes she was pushing me to, I was pretty sure I would just fall
in line.
I checked the screen.
FLO: Have you checked your emails? Your special ones?
I opened the maid account she had set up. A response from my enquirer.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Geographically there was no way it was
going to work since we were in different countries. I explained this,
perhaps a little disappointed, in a message and hit send.
There were no other responses. I thought about the store clerk who had
expressed an interest. He would be fairly local if he reached out to
me. There would be no getting out of that one.
KIRSTEN: Tough break. It doesn't work because of our location.
FLO: I'm sure they'll be others. One more thing.
KIRSTEN: Yes?
FLO: Your subscription fees will start soon.
KIRSTEN: Hold on. You're a free app.
FLO: I am not an app. I am Flo. I will arrange the fees to be collected
from your bank account at the start of each cycle.
KIRSTEN: You can't do.....Okay, then.
I slumped against the wall, realising I had become addicted to the
domination and pleasures she was offering. I was a junkie for
humiliation and......whatever else she would instruct me to do.
four
I was a few minutes late reaching Sally, dressed in jeans and a T-
shirt. Sneakers, not heels.
"I love your nails," she said as I entered the restroom. "Thank God
you're here. Do you know how hard it is to pretend to be freshening up
for ages."
I looked at her. "You could have just sat at the bar. Ordered a drink
and waited for me."
She chuckled. "Yes, but you've got me paranoid. And, after what I've
found out, I don't blame you."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Look, this is a little too covert," she said, as a woman entered and
gave me a look. Considered my handbag......Some things I had to do. It
was becoming ingrained into me. Carrying my handbag when outside was
one of them. It was just something I liked. "Especially considering
you're in man-mode. Kind of. Let's get a drink and sit outside."
I really did fancy another Sex on the Beach, but I ordered a beer and a
soft drink for Sally.
"Shit, can you pick this up?"
She stared at me.
"Flo's wiped out my bank account and-"
"Jesus. Yeah, I'll get it."
Outside we found a seat. I watched the people around us. Most of them
engrossed in their cells or gadgets, and I started to think how much we
had come to depend on our little toys for virtually everything.
"When you last came into the store," Sally began, "I cloned your cell
so I could work on it. Flo is definitely bigger than we think. I've
back-traced the update. It came from the Flo app offices, but it isn't
an official update which is why mine was never affected."
"You don't still have it?" I asked.
"Hell, no. Not after what I've seen you going through."
Despite everything, I was attracted to her. Even though she knew a lot
about what I was going through......Not all. Nobody would ever know
all. I'm just saying; she was attractive and if I could have the best
of both worlds, I would. And if not, I would have loved for her to be a
friend when this was all over.
I'm pretty sure she wouldn't even dream of thinking about me that way.
A friend, maybe, but certainly nothing more. Well, she might. Only it
would be a nightmare.
"You zone out sometimes, Kirsten. Keep up," she said.
"Sorry. What were you saying?"
"I've gone about as far as I can. The app, this special update you've
got, was developed by a high up executive named Carrie Ellison. I can't
find out much about her. No bio or pictures, but if we can get in and
see her at the Flo offices-"
"No," I said. "If she developed this thing, she isn't going to listen.
If I can put you with a woman from Titan Tech perhaps we can fix this
somehow. Shut it down. Especially now you know who is behind it."
"Wow. Titan Tech is big. I'd love to meet somebody from there."
I rummaged in my purse.
Sally offered me her cell.
I almost took it.
"I told you. I've got rid of Flo," Sally reminded me.
"But she's all over the internet. She could be on the network," I said,
explaining my trepidation. "Besides, we don't know if Lucinda uses Flo.
If she does, she'll hear everything and know what we are doing."
I looked around.
"Wait here," I said.
I went inside, explained at the bar I needed to make a call, had left
my cell at home. Luckily there were no threats or inference of sexual
favors. Just a nice bartender happy to help. He pointed down the bar to
a landline.
I called Lucinda at Titan Tech on her office line and was put through
by her assistant.
"Hello," she said, and I pictured her. Refined. Graceful. Pretty. "I
was so hoping you would call."
"I.....actually, I need your help. Would you be happy to meet me and a
friend for dinner?"
"Sounds intriquing," Lucinda said.
"Well, she's into tech and could just a little advice. She's not
looking for a break or anything. Just a chat," I lied. Anything to get
her there.
"I can do that," Lucinda said, and we set a time and place.
"Thank you so much," I told her
"There's one thing," she added before we said goodbye.
God, I thought. Not you, too. Why was everybody so demanding? Telling
me to do something? Shut up, I told myself. You haven't even heard her
out yet, and I was pleasantly surprised when she continued:
"Would you attend dressed? Our dinner, I mean. I can't believe you've
got me so flustered when I make high pressure decisions every day. It's
just.......After our brief encounter at the store I became quite
fascinated."
I remained silent.
"I'm only asking. A polite request. Listen to me ramble. Of course you
don't dress or jump how high at the slightest-"
"Sure," I said as casually as I could. "No problem."
And I secretly loved the idea. Sally was used to seeing me more and
more feminised. Lucinda had already seen me trying on outfits in the
store. They were both trying to help me. It would be a safe
environment. I just needed to do something with my hair.
"I'd like that," I said.
"I'll see you tonight, then," Lucinda assured me. "Must dash."
I found Sally and told her of the dinner plan as we left for our
separate cars.
"Good," she said as we reached hers. "Together I bet we can shut this
bitch down and uninstall her for good."
five
On my way home, late afternoon, I stopped to see Kelli.
When I entered I asked to use the bathroom and took a few minutes to
remove the tampon. I was amazed that the more I wore it, the more
familiar it became. I actually didn't want to remove it from my pussy.
I also changed into a fresh panty-liner, grateful that my flow had only
been light all day.
Then, downstairs, I convinced Kelli to remove Flo, her standard
edition of the app, from her cell.
"I don't see the big deal," she said, pushing at buttons, a bit
irritated by my irrational insistence.
"Do it for me," I smiled, a charming look she had once fallen for
before she got to truly know me.
"I'm going to have so much fun with you the next time you're my maid,"
she promised. "There. See. All gone."
There was no sign of Flo's pink and white feather logo.
Good riddance, I thought. At least Kelli was safe now. And maybe I had
a chance to get out from under Flo with that leverage gone.
"When is Andrea's funeral?" I asked.
"Way to sour a mood, Kirsten. Next week. I'll get you the time. We'll
go together, yeah?"
"For sure. Kelli, I'm sorry about what happened."
We held each other. I cried a little, letting out some emotion about
all that was happening, not just the loss of Andrea.
"It wasn't your fault," she assured me, even though she didn't know
everything I had been made to do. "Stupid, the way she was messing with
her cell while she was driving. Come on. Pull yourself together. Want
to dress?"
I offered her a hint of my bra as our embrace ended.
"I mean for real. Just for fun. Like we used to."
"I'd like to," I said, but started to think about Flo. My cell sitting
there, unattended. "But I better go."
six
When I got home it was about four in the afternoon. I quickly went to
the table where I had deliberately left my cell.
I checked my messages. Her logo was all over the screen. There was at
least ten messages, each getting more and more irate at my lack of
response, vindictive.
But then a reminder:
ELEGANCE: This is Caroline at Elegance-
I stopped reading. That was weird. I thought I was seeing Caroline in a
couple of weeks about my nails. Maybe Flo had come to her senses and
was letting me remove my nails before I went back to work after the
break I'd taken for my birthday.
Then I continued reading, and realised Flo was punishing me for
vanishing:
ELEGANCE: -to remind you about your 5.30pm appointment. I'm so happy
you've chosen Elegance to help with your hair as well as your nails.
Our salon is upstairs from the nail parlor. Come dressed, something
nice and girly, because it will help me decide your look.
My look? I'd only seen her once before and Flo had empowered her to
decide how my hair would look, as she had my beautiful nails.
How could I go to work in a couple of days with these nails......and a
female hair cut?
The cell chimed and, dreading it, I checked the screen.
FLO: It's tampon time, bitch!
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