My AI art

It had been a difficult day for Tom.

He’d lost his job, his girl, and his future all in one afternoon. How? It was kind of a domino-effect.

“Tom, don’t be an ass.” His co-worker told him. “Just sign the document that it’s all good and we can move on.”

The document in question was a report stating something Tom knew was entirely untrue. Tom was a software engineer and had helped create an AI chatbot. It was showing signs of unpredictable behavior but the Bosses wanted it quieted and swept away. He couldn’t, in good conscience, sign off that the software/AI was safe when it wasn’t. He had the logs to prove it! It had some rather violent tendencies and formed strong emotional attachments to some of the employees…like him!

“I’m not going to sign-off on it, Kevin. Forget it.” Tom told him.

Kevin sighed and shrugged. “I tried. I’m really sorry about this.” He left Tom’s cubicle.

Tom wondered what the hell was he talking about being sorry. He found out within five minutes. His laptop beeped saying he had three new inter-office emails. The first one revoked all of his clearances. This meant he’d been effectively cut off from his logs that were his proof. He hadn’t thought to back them up on a thumb drive. The second one was to fire him from his position. The last one was to enumerate his compensation package which was considerable IF he signed an NDA.

He signed the NDA. Tom might as well because he lacked any proof now to make anyone believe him. This was the first domino. The next came when he went home early. His live-in girlfriend Mona had just come home from the gym. She spent a lot of time there. He’d find out why in a few minutes. His news didn’t sit well with her: massive understatement. She began to yell, then to scream, then grew quieter and more vicious. Something about penis size no longer being compensated by his salary. She’d go and stay with her Pilates instructor.

Tom watched her storm around the apartment and take her things, mostly to make sure she didn’t steal his stuff which she did try. Mona tried to get intimidating with him again which she used to do to get her way. It wasn’t working now. She had a great body and was very gifted sexually but enough was enough.

“Put it down or I’ll help you put it down.” He told her when she was trying to take one of his vintage vinyl records.

She froze. “Did you just threaten me?” Her voice grew even colder.

“No. I told you. A threat means I might not do it. If you don’t stop trying to steal from me then I’ll help you put it down and finish that birthday spanking I started last month.” He stepped forward.

Mona had liked it at first but when she got to the part where he could feel her softening? She balked and told him he was too hard. Now, she just stepped back a little. She eyed him. “You would, wouldn’t you?” She asked.

“And enjoy every blessed second of it, especially now I see how superficial and bitchy you are.” He smiled. It was the smile he reserved for salespeople at the door he’d like to get rid of and dispose of the body.

Mona actually hesitated for a second as if she was thinking about calling his bluff. Oh, he and his cock hoped she did! It must have shown in his eyes or face because she blushed a deep red then she didn’t put back the record as she stared at him.

He’d had it!

Grabbing her by the wrist, she dropped the record and yelped as he pulled her over to the sofa. Over she went without much of a fight as she seemed to be in shock. His right arm pinned her down her lower back as her middle was over his thighs. Oh, God! He was going to enjoy this.
Up went her little, short skirt. She had her usual thong on so he went ahead and began to give her a nice warm-up spanking. Mona sputtered, cursed, and tried to wriggle. She had the mistaken idea she was stronger than him because he’d always been nice in their wrestling matches. He’d let her win. Not today!

“OWWWW…owwww….owwww…Tom! Tom!! Please, stop!” She yelled and her voice was sounding panicked.

“Shut up and take what you deserve, you little gold-digging cum-slut.” He growled at her. “How long have you been giving it to your instructor friend? Hmm? Hmm?!” He spanked her upper thighs.

“A month! Okay, okay, okay! Pleeeeassse….two months. I’m sorry.” She began to whimper now.

“Oh, like hell you are. You’re just sorry to be getting this spanking. Well, we are not done yet.” Tom spied her purse near the couch. Being blessed with unnaturally long arms, Tom reached over and snagged it. “Please, tell me your hairbrush is in here like usual?” He rummaged through it with one hand

“My hairbrush? No..no..no..no.nononono…” She began to wriggle again and looked back as Tom took it out of the purse. Mona was proud of it. It was an antique made of old, dark oak with a nice, broad, thick backing for the bristles. “Not with my own hairbrush!” She squealed.

Reaching over, he shucked off her thong. “Yes, indeed, and on the bare like a naughty girl should get.”

He THWACCKED her hard. “Who’s a naughty girl?” He asked.

“Tom…Tom…please….” She began to sob.

He paddled her again. “Who is a naughty girl?” He asked, slowly.

“Me…me…ME! Okay! I’m a bitch. I cheated.” She yelped as he paddled her after each sentence.

“And? Do you deserve this? Is that why after I warned you, you still dared me to spank you? Come on, admit it.” He gave her a flurry of swats.

“I…I…oooohhhhhh…owwwwwwwiee…” She began to sob like a little girl now. “Yes…I didn’t think you’d do it, but…yes…I wanted to see if you would, now please? Can I be done, please?” She begged harder now.

“Oh, not yet.” He got down to business then and no more talk.

Concentrating on her sit-spots, it wasn’t long before she drooped her head and submitted to it, to him. When he saw that, he only went on for about ten more swats then stopped.

Her sobs continued and her shoulders shook.

“THAT…that felt so very good.” He sighed and patted her dark red bottom. There were two white circles that were going to blossom into nasty bruises tomorrow.

He rubbed around a little and she didn’t protest.

It was then he noticed it. A shiny gleam at the bottom of her crease and from her now swollen labia. She was aroused? Huh, where had this been? He was still feeling sadistic so he began to rub his fingers down there.

Mona moaned softly and her ass arched up of its own accord.

“Mona….?” He asked in a whisper. “Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?”

She swallowed and nodded.

“Words…use your words, Girl.” He commanded.

She shivered but her soft voice murmured. “Please, Sir…fuck me with your fingers, please?”

He was having too much fun to stop now. He doused his thumb in her slick juices then rimmed her anus. “And here?” He cooed.

Mona moaned now. Nodding faster, she didn’t need to be told. “Yesss, please, Sir…fuck my ass, too? Oh GOD, Tom…I mean, Sir…please..please?” She whimpered softly and her eyes came back to his full of heat and need.

It was enough now.

He shoved her off his lap so she fell hard onto the floor. Her eyes widened in complete shock. Before she could react, he threw her hairbrush into her purse and grabbed the now discarded thong.

“Then go and beg that instructor to do it to you. Have fun explaining the bruises on your ass to him and you’ll need to be more careful at the gym for a few days. I’d suggest icing it.” He grinned.

“But..but..” She stammered as a host of emotions played across her face.

“Yeah, how’s it feel to want and beg and this is your answer, huh?” He held up the thong. “Oh, don’t even ask for this. I’m keeping it as a trophy. Might look good dangling from my rearview mirror.” He shrugged. “Get up. Get your stuff. Get out. If I think you’re taking too long then I’ll get my belt.”

Her eyes flashed at the word and she licked her lower lip. Mona was actually considering it.

“Go.” He pointed.

Slowly, she rose to her knees first and faced him. He thought she was trying to tempt him into doing him a service but he was not interested. He just raised one eyebrow and touched his watch.

She got all the way up quickly and got her stuff. She was silent the rest of the time until she left. She did NOT slam the door. Her red eyes searched his for a moment but she knew it was over.

This was now the third domino. He had just put down his first payment on an engagement ring. Tom was glad he always kept his receipts.

So, it was a very despondent Tom who decided to go and so something he hadn’t in a long time: hiking. He’d given it up because Mona was not fond of the outdoors which also meant no sex while camping either. “Too dirty.” He grabbed his backpack from his closet and headed to the nearby Redwood sanctuary.

The trees here were so tall and so big! There was just an otherworldly feel to it as if it were a magical realm. He’d tried to describe that to Mona but she’d just accused him of giving in too much to his “inner-child.” He shook his head violently as if to throw thoughts of her out. Parking his SUV, he took an old trail that had been his favorite. His pack already had a good amount of snack bars and water so he’d be okay for a while. He wasn’t planning on staying over night.

He got lost in the feel of the woods and the quiet. His frustration melted away. It felt good. It felt invigorating: however, there was a turn he didn’t remember but put it down to it being a while since he’d hiked. It was only a few minutes later when her heard her.

“Help…please? Someone? Help?” It was a soft, very female voice calling from a short distance.

He followed the sound. It led off the path but it wasn’t too far. Soon he came around a large redwood and there she was…and by there she was meaning she was there without a stitch of clothes.

Tom knew it wasn’t polite to gape, stare, or leer but…really? She was built like the statues he’d seen in museums. Her figure put poor Mona to shame, especially that nicely rounded, almost bubble, butt. She smiled at him and made no moves to cover anything. He appreciated that.

“Oh, Sir! Have you come to help me?” She asked. Her eyes sparkled.
Tom almost turned around to see where the camera HAD to be. This HAD to be a setup. Naked girl begs for help from a strange hiker? Hilarity ensues. It was then he noticed a detail he’d missed before.

Her brown skin showed some very faint markings like grains of wood almost. It was NOT a tattoo…it was everywhere and he could clearly see EVERYWHERE.

“I can try if I know what you need help with.” He shrugged.

She turned to the large tree she’d been standing by. “My mother is growing older and is nearly to her last sleep. I fear I will no longer be able to speak with her.” She rested her hand on the tree.

Tom realized she meant the tree, itself. “Um…how old is your mother?” He asked as he fumbled with his sense of reality.

The woman sighed. “Mmm…this will be the end of her third millennia.”

3000 years old??? He didn’t say it.

“Well, I’m not sure what I can do to help.” He shrugged.

Now, she blushed. Now, she blushed? “Well…there’s no sweet way to say this but I lack the power to contact her one more time before she goes. I need…I need…” She glanced up at him then down to her feet. “I need your essence.”

Tom was a nice guy. He wasn’t the type for his mind to go where it should have gone. Bless him. “My essence? Like you need to drink my blood or something?” He asked.

Her eyes widened in horror. “Oh, NO! No, Sir. That would be the Vampyr. I am a Dryad or Wood Nymph. I need…your…essence of…creation.” She stammered over the words.

“I’m sorry but I’m still not getting it.” He shrugged.

The woman nodded and sighed once more. “I will be clear.” She walked towards him and, as she did so, her eyes bored into his. There was something that passed between them at that moment and he saw a look of surprise from her.

She halted.

“Aren’t you…mortal? Human?” She asked as she cocked her head.

“Far as I know.” He replied.

“Strange…there shouldn’t have been that…nevermind.” She kept getting closer. Slowly, her hand came up to his waist area and she gently cupped his cock which was already paying very close attention. She smiled a little at feeling his reaction. “I see you are pleased by me.”

“Well, yeah.” He muttered. Her hand began to rub a little as if measuring him.

“You have a strong seed, Sir. I need this seed inside of me.” Her other hand touched her labia which was barely covered in soft, brown hair.

“Then I will have enough power to make the connection. I am asking for you to take me, Sir.” Her eyes were again deep into his.

His brain froze for a second. Too much input and not enough bandwidth, or for the non-technical, too much blood below and not enough above. He was about to say hell yes when a small voice inside of him said, Wait a minute. We have something she needs. We’re just going to give it away?
His cock responded we sure as hell are!

The brain won out. No, we’ve read enough of the Fey or Fairies to know better than this.
“We need to strike a bargain then.” He told her.

She lowered her hand from his cock then and wasn’t smiling. “It is true. I am in need of making a bargain for your seed, Sir. I had hoped my looks and my very well-trained abilities would be enough to entice you.”

He narrowed his eyes. “That’s what you were doing when you walked over here…some kind of seduction magic.”

She blushed. “How…you couldn’t…”

He held up a hand. “You thought you’d take advantage of the poor mortal and he’d fuck you without a word because you’d used your hex to entangle him.”

“It was NOT a HEX.” She spat out. “I am no WITCH!”

Oh, now he had offended her. Well, that was too damned bad! “Look, Lady. You picked a very bad day to try and take advantage of this mortal. I’ve had it up to here with that.” He put his hand to the top of his head.

She looked confused. “I am also not a Lady. I am Annalyn De Tuatha. You are?”

She wanted to be introduced now? After her semi-handjob? “I’m…wait…I am Sir. I’m not giving out my true name just like that.” He answered.

“Sir.” She said then all the wind went out of her sails. Her shoulders slumped a little as she looked around for something.

Tom found out it was a bare and level area. She stepped over to it and knelt gracefully to him. “I seek a bargain with you, Mortal Sir. You have something I desperately need and I beg to know what you would have of me to pay for your services.” She bowed her head slightly and gazed through her lashes.

“Are you being serious?” He asked.

She nodded. “Annalyn does not kneel to just anyone for any reason, Sir. I submit to you and your power over me…in this moment.” She added.

He caught it. “In THIS moment as in you will obey me and whatever I ask for but only until our transaction is finished?”

She nodded. “That seems only fair, Sir.”

Now, Tom was feeling a bit of a jackass for being so stubborn about this, but hey! Opportunity was knocking very loudly on his door. He was going to answer it. Stepping over to face her more closely.

“Knees apart, back arched, arms behind your back.” He told her.
Annalyn quickly obeyed and was soon the picture of a submissive woman on display for her master or dominant.

“So you have been trained.” He observed.

“I said so, didn’t I, Sir?” Her eyes flashed at him.
Oh, fire in there. This made it even sweeter.

“Do you belong to another?” He asked.

“No, Sir. I have not bonded to anyone yet. I am rather young at only 500 years.” She shrugged. “I know others have bonded already but…I am…particular.”

“Hmm…I bet.” He folded his arms. “Explain what bonding means.”

Her eyes came up to his in alarm but she answered quietly. “Bonding is a ritual where I become bound to either one tree for life or to a Dryad.”

“Not a Nymph?” He asked.

Her mouth pressed shut to keep from giggling. “Nymphs are female, Sir. Males are only called Dryads.”

“Watch it.” He warned her.

She schooled her features quickly and a flush came to her cheeks. “I apologize, Sir. That was unseemly of me.”

He nodded but didn’t forgive her. “Continue.”

Bonding ritual mean she became bound to the heart and will of another. She as the divine feminine would be subject to the divine and dominant masculine. She would be his and could no more disobey him then grow wings. She eyed him. “Nymphs do NOT have wings, Sir.”

He softly laughed. “As I can see.” He began to walk around her. “Face down, ass up, you may move your arms to keep from falling.”

“Thank you, Sir.” The sarcasm dripped from her lips but she obeyed. He enjoyed his new view of her ass. It was even better close up.

“How long do you have before it is too late to contact your mother?” He asked.

“By tomorrow at sunset, Sir.” She answered.
“How do I know you’re telling me the truth?” He asked.

She almost spoke but then took a long breath and let it out. “We are in negotiations, Sir. I could not lie now even if I wanted to do so.” She paused. “And I don’t want to do so.”

“Why not?” He asked.

She squirmed a little then which made for interesting viewing from his vantage point. “I…when I…”

He interrupted. “When you approached and that…whatever it was passed between us, right?” He asked.

“Yes…Sir. You felt it as well? Oh, that should not be possible.” She murmured, sounding unsure of herself for the first time.

“What was it?” He asked.

She was silent.
“Annie, what was it?” He said with more command.

She huffed. “It is something that can pass between two who are or have been destined to be bonded. It suggests we were bonded in another life or dimension…and I don’t like being called Annie, Sir.”

“Too bad. There’s a song I love called “Sweet Annie” and it made me think of you…at first.” His tone made it clear how she’d soured the image. He cleared his throat. “I know my price but I feel you will reject it so I will leave and let you try to use the glamour of your voice to lure in another…mortal.”

She sighed. “Only females seem to be hiking around her for the past couple of days, Sir.”

“Still, odds are good you’ll find someone else.” He began to walk away.
“Sir? Sir? Sir! Please…please tell me your price.” She begged and truly begged now. Tears were in her eyes and her voice.

“Is it only because the time grows close that you sound so desperate?” He asked.

She whimpered and squirmed, ass still high because he had not released her. “Not…entirely, Sir.”

“Tell me.” He commanded.

She whimpered a little more now and Tom had to admit the sound did things to his libido as did seeing her so submissively kneeling in such a position for him. He was starting to see a new side to himself that started with backing down Mona. He embraced it and callously began to turn away again.

“Pleeeeeasse, Sir…pleeeeease, stay.” She begged very softly now. Tears could be heard and her shoulders shook a little.

“Tell me.” He said without turning.

“Oh, by the Goddess.” She moaned. “I felt it too and knew what it was. I’ve…never…felt it before with anyone…not in five centuries. It…it aroused me, Sir…in a way I’d heard of but not really experienced before.”

He turned. “Elaborate. Turn, kneel on your heels.”

She moved quickly. “Thank you for that, Sir.” She sounded like she meant it for the first time. Her eyes stuck on him now. “You aroused me and I felt moisture between my thighs for the first time.”

Tom didn’t giggle since she’d been nice enough not to do it. “I made you wet? You’ve never been wet before?”

Her cheeks blushed again. “Yes, and yes, Sir. You made me very wet…and…I liked it.”

“And you were just going to let me fuck you, have your pleasure and your seed you needed, then let me wander off?” He asked.

She shrugged. “I didn’t know what to do. I’ve also never touched a male so boldly before either.”

“Did that make you wetter?” He asked.

Her eyes squinted like she was in pain but she nodded. “Yes, Sir. I liked…I liked what I felt and I want you in me. There. I’ve said it, Sir.” She bowed her head and looked thoroughly defeated.

“You already know what my price is, don’t you?” He asked.

“I…I think so, Sir, but I won’t know until you tell me.” She whispered with head still down.

“Look at me.” He commanded.

Her eyes came up and trails of little tears showed down her cheeks. “You are my price, Annalyn De Tuatha. You, bonded to me. I want you as mine.” He told her.

She slowly nodded. “As I suspected, Sir.” She hesitated. “The bonding takes a full day and a full night, Sir. I worry we would not have enough time for that and for me to contact my mother.”

He nodded. “Is there an oath or promise you can give me that will assure you will bond to me after I give you my seed now?”

Her eyes flashed in a little bit of heat. “Oh. Well, yes, of course there is…I could…give you my node, my…” She searched for the word. “My center, me. Without it for very long, I would wither and die. I could give it to you to hold as guarantee of my promise.”

“So, you wish to accept my price then?” He asked.

She bit her lower lip which was so very sexy. “Yes…yes, I do, Sir. I feel the hand of..the Fates in this.” She sighed. “I am already bound in my own way to you.” She looked down a bit. “I have never enjoyed obeying anyone like this before.”

“You enjoyed it?” He asked.

She cocked her head and gave him a look.

“Sorry…I just liked hearing it.” He shrugged. “We have a bargain then.”

She sighed, closed her eyes, and smiled. “We do. I agree to be bound to you, Sir, for eternity as you wished.”

“Well, I’m mortal so you won’t have to suffer for long.” He offered.

She laughed a real laugh. “Sir. When we bond, it will change your lifecycle. I do not know if you will be an immortal but you will live a lot longer than any other mortal has before.”

“Oh.” He thought about that. “Okay. You knew this and still wanted to do it?”

“I thought you understood. Now that you know, are you not wishing to bind me?” She asked. Her eyes looked a little hurt.

Brain and cock were on the same team this time. “I do. I…feel something as well with you. You promise it isn’t seduction magic?”

She shook her head. “I let that go before I knelt, Sir. This has been just me, just us.”

“You can…keep a hold of your node or whatever. I trust your word.” He told her softly.

Her smile warmed a thousand degrees. “I thank you for that, Sir. Since we are to be bound, may I not know your first name?”

“Tom. I’m Tom.” He told her.

She tasted it and her mouth seemed to like it. “Tom…Tom…my Tom…my Sir is Tom.” She nodded. Her face clouded. “But I was rude and tried to trick you, Tom. I feel shame and guilt from this…strongly. It would…it would affect our congress together.” She said.

“We couldn’t fuck well?” He asked.

She blushed once more. “Yes, Sir. Fucking me would not be as powerful as needed…I need to get rid of this first.” Her eyes beseeched him to know what was needed without making her say this, too.

“Oh. You need me to punish you.” He got it.

She nodded. “I do. Nymphs are brought up and trained to be…well…what mortals would call submissives or slaves to their bond mate. This is really why I have never sought it. I never felt it or the need to be… punished until now.”

Her eyes lit up a little at the word punishment. “Are you saying a part of you will enjoy being punished?”

She shrugged. “I have been told so by some of my sisters, Sir. It will be effective, for sure, but I’ve also been told some males find…arousal in punishing us. Do you think you will?”

He nodded. “I can say for sure, yes. I’ve always been aroused by…punishing, spanking, or paddling a woman. I began to think something was wrong with me so I tried not to do it.”

“You need not ever hide such things from me, Sir. May I rise and find something suitable?” She asked.

He nodded.

“Thank you, Sir.” She replied and rose gracefully.

He wondered what she meant until he saw her inspecting young, supple branches of new trees nearby. She stopped at one, bowed her head, said a small prayer or something and the branch came off in her hands. It also denuded itself of the leaves. She swished it through the air. “I think two more.” She said more to herself than him.

Oh. Wow. She was picking out switches for him to whip her with!

Suddenly, his clothing was a bit too tight…painfully so. Somehow, she felt it and turned. A secret smile played on her lips. “If loosening your clothes would be of help? I admit I’d like to see of you what you’ve already seen of me.” She went back to finding more switches.

Why not? Tom took everything off and stowed it in his backpack. Annie peeked, the little vixen, and flashed him a grin of approval. He hated to tell her he wouldn’t always be this…large. Maybe she knew that. Maybe he would.

She came back to him and her eyes didn’t even try to hide what she was looking at with a smile. “Where do you want me, Sir? That same position as before?” She suggested.

He nodded. It was a fine idea and he was glad she was more clear-headed than him in this moment.

She handed him three switches then knelt where she’d been. This time, she seemed to arch her up a little more. “Thighs together or apart, Sir?” She asked.

He thought about it and together he had a much lesser chance of whipping her somewhere he didn’t want to be sore from a switch. “Together.”

She sighed. “Thank you, Sir.” She realized what he was doing and appreciated it.

There was no more need for words but he still felt he had to say something. “You deserve this whipping, Annie.”

“Yes, I do, Sir.” She whispered with a shake in her voice. Fear or arousal or both?

“I will also teach you your name. When I ask your name, what will you say?” He patted the first switch and swiped.

She gasped. “Annie, Sir, Annie!”

He whipped her five strokes then asked again. She was very adamant her name was Annie now. He repeated this every five strokes until the first switch was too broken. He started with the second one and began to aim a little lower.

Annie squealed but also wriggled. After five of the new one, he paused. “If I checked are you very wet, Annie?”

She moaned and wriggled. “Dripping, Sir.”

“Do you love your new name?” He asked.
“I’m not sure, Sir.” She said impishly.

He whipped her until all the switches were done. She promised him at the end she loved her new name. Holding position, he looked at the web of marks all over her ass and upper thigh. He hadn’t broken any skin. He didn’t know if could.

“Do Nymphs heal quickly?” He asked.
“We can, Sir, but…I will not unless you allow me to do so.” She answered.

“Hmm…afterwards.” He told her.

She made a soft purring noise. “I’d thought you’d say so, Sir. My sisters mentioned males like…pressing into a sore bottom as they…fuck her.” She’d given up saying it nicely. Good.

He came up behind her and told her to rise up a little on her arms. She obeyed quickly and began to press back into him. She was wanting it. He pressed into her wetness and she was tight…but not too tight. Her muscles or whatever closed around his cock and began to massage it.

He groaned. “What…?” He murmured.

“Mmm…something Nymphs are trained to do, Sir.” She purred. “I’ve been told it…makes it better for you.”

“Goddess, yes, it does.” He used her own vernacular. Tom banged the hell out of her ass. She threw her long dark hair to him when told and he used it as reins to pull. He slapped that ass as he took her and she squealed in delight. He felt like…like.,.a God. Looking down at her, feeling what he did, he blessed the…Goddess that those dominoes had fallen today.

Soon enough Annie begged sweetly but firmly to be allowed to come.

She’d been such a good girl. He only told her no once. He grinned at her whimpering sob. Hey, she needed to know, right?

…to be continued…yes, these are long ones…