Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
We are still at the beginning of our understanding of machine learning in the case of a machine in the form of an embodied submissive sexual servant. We do not yet know what will happen, for example, if an AI concubine with her jealousy parameter turned on senses her owner falling in love with another girl.
I hadn’t thought about it, because I had had no expectation of feeling anything for Renee that I didn’t feel for her artificial bed sister. I wouldn’t have remembered it even after I had turned Candy’s jealousy down, if Renee hadn’t heard Candy speaking in hexadecimal and I hadn’t noticed that the jealousy parameter had somehow gone back up.
I might not even have dredged those sentences up in my memory if Candy hadn’t refused to say Yes, Master when I had told her she would count her cane strokes.
I lifted the cane again, my other hand gripping Renee’s head almost convulsively, so great was the pleasure inside her mouth and so strong the affection for her that seemed to throb in my heart. A way to test my theory, born of all those things—Candy’s discipline, the marvelous alloy of sex and love between Renee and me, the thrill of learning about our connection to each other as I taught her to feel her submission more and more deeply—had just occurred to me.
If I had guessed correctly, this caning for Candy, which I had engineered to get her to analyze her reactions and confess that she had been compromised by some corporate espionage hack, wouldn’t work. I had thought that putting her in her place this way might perturb her systems sufficiently that she would go into the debug mode I felt sure Renee had heard. Whoever had hacked Candy hadn’t been able—or maybe knowledgeable enough—to cover their tracks completely in that mode, though they had ensured that it got erased from Candy’s data log.
I had assumed that the debug mode had kicked in because of a conflict between her obedience to me and her unfinished processing of feelings for Renee. When she had inserted the punishment butt plug in her new bed sister’s bottom, Candy had, I thought, had a momentary glitch at Renee’s cries of discomfort, and that glitch had caused her to say out loud the hexadecimal she was supposed to keep inside her artificial brain.
I had hoped to cause a similar glitch by creating an even deeper conflict: pleasure with Renee and pain for Candy, I had thought, might do it.
But if Candy’s actual malfunction came from her sensing Renee’s love for me and my love for her, that wouldn’t do it. It meant that whoever had hacked her brain had somehow—almost certainly without intending it—awakened her to a new level of consciousness.
Candy had turned her own jealousy back up—that was the clue. She needed it to cope with the flood of unexpected and unwelcome learning brought on in her by Renee’s growing feelings for me, and my growing feelings for her.
A regular human girl would have put it something like, How can I not be jealous of that?
If I turned Candy’s jealousy down again, I risked the hacker sensing the change. I needed to bring about the glitch in a more subtle way.
“Candy,” I said, “I don’t think I’m getting through to you. I’m going to have Renee cane you instead.”
Renee
I couldn’t understand what Master Hendryk meant. Even as he pulled his hardness from my mouth and bent down to put his hand under my arm so that he could raise me to my feet, I simply had no idea what he intended. The words didn’t even make sense to me—as if he had used a noun as a verb or an adjective as a preposition.
I’m going to have Renee cane you instead.
Renee cane you.
That didn’t carry any meaning, did it? My mind somehow traveled back to Language Arts class—I had actually been a very good student, especially in that course. I could remember all the parts of speech and how they were used—I thought I could even diagram a sentence if Master Hendryk were to ask me to do it for some reason. How could Renee serve as the subject for the verb cane?
“Wh—” My mouth formed the wh and my voice hummed out its… what was that word?
Phoneme… that was it. Wh represented a phoneme—the smallest unit of spoken language. I had just made the phoneme wh, as my master had lifted me up into a standing position with his left hand, and his right had reached the horrible cane out to me as if to try to convince me that I could take it and… and…
Some of the girls at the Institute belonged to a training group for switches—submissives who also had the deep need to dominate from time to time. That apparently meant both disciplining another girl at the command of their masters or even taking on the dominant role and allowing their masters to enjoy submission as I knew some otherwise authoritative men liked.