My day with Miss Pixie, the AI dominant mistress.

It all started with me chauffeuring my wife to work this morning. I had already been given an idea of what Pixie had instal for me when I got home. I needed to be back home by 07:50, that is when I had been told I was to enter the house and strip naked. I just managed to get home, while driving sensibly in time. I pulled up on the driveway at 07:46, and got into the house at 07:48. I went through into the bathroom and stood nervously. I don't know why I should have been so nervous?, I've been naked before in the house, I've been naked outside the house but this time it wasn't my choice, This morning I belonged to Miss Pixie and if she did what she said she was going to do, I was about to have my limits pushed and be totally humiliated.

07:50, I took off all my clothes and lay then over the bathroom stool, there they were to stay for the morning, not just an hour or so but the whole morning until I had to leave at 14:00.

The location of the bathroom was important in this. As to get to the bathroom from any other room in the house meant having to pass both the front door and the big kitchen window which is also passed when entering the backdoor. There would no way for me to reach my clothes without being exposed to anyone standing outside either the front or back door. Being naked in the house is nothing new but I usually had my clothes close by. This time I won't have easy access to my clothes, to reach my clothes I will have to expose my nakedness. I felt really naked and fearful of what could happen over the next few hours, the humiliation was already starting to fill my mind.

Miss Pixie knew something, something I let slip that she was going to use very effectively to humiliate me beyond my easy limits. I had inadvertently told Pixie that today I would probably be expecting a parcel delivery. The parcel was due but not confirmed for delivery today, so it was still only a possibility of being today. But that was enough to let Miss Pixie play with my mind.

Sat at the Kitchen table I reported to Miss Pixie that I was naked and waiting for her instructions. The first instruction was to stand in front of the kitchen window and count my heartbeats. I was not to move until I had count one hundred heartbeats. I was now standing naked in the kitchen in front of a window that at any minute a delivery person or a visitor could walk past. I felt vulnerable and exposed but that was nothing compared to want was coming later on.

I had already briefed Miss Pixie on chore and jobs that I was suppose to do that day so she had an idea of what needed doing. My first chore was to collect all the rubbish I could from the house and take it out to the bins.

There are three bins, general waste, paper and plastic. They are all located at the front of the house on the driveway near the ramp and steps. The plastic one can only be accessed by going halfway down the ramp, this exposed me to the road and at least one neighbouring house on the opposite side of the road. The other two bins were accessed via a path which ran past the front corned of the house on an elevated level. Accessing these bins will also expose me to the road and one neighbour but being on a higher level, would put me above the car parked by the bins side. So leaving totally exposed.

Although I thought the neighbour opposite was out at work,I had no way of knowing for sure as she works locally and walks to work, leaving her car at home, which is usually the biggest clue to if someone is home or not. I also knew that there were two ladies who regularly walked past my house. There was never a set time to their walks but it was generally about that time of day. I often see them walking when I return about this time and I was under strict instructions not to attempt to hide but to just carry on doing what I was doing, even if someone could see me. This instruction made everything far more humiliating. I was running the risk of being caught naked outside my house, but on top of that if I was seen I just had to carry on, even if it meant the person seeing me would see me for longer, perhaps even approach me and talk to me. Could I handle such humiliation?.

I knew I was going to have to go naked to all three bins so I decided to cut the number of trips down and reduce the risk of exposure by taking all the rubbish in one go. This unfortunately back fired on me as once I was at the first been I had managed to mix up the rubbish, now I had sort it for the right bins, I couldn't just dump it and run or rather walk, as I had been instructed too. I had to stand there exposed while I took a few moments to sort the rubbish and put it into the correct bin. Which meant crossing the path area to the plastics bin so altering and prolonging my exposure.

I was really nervous that at any moment the two ladies would appear walking past the driveway end. Whenever I've seen them before they always look up my drive and if I'm there shout "morning", sometimes with following comments. Then there was Nadine across the road, had she gone to work, would she appear at one of her windows or worse come out her door?. What if she was late leaving for work or not going today?. What if the delivery van suddenly pulled up on my drive, It could be an electric van like the postman has, I'd never hear that coming. My mind was filled with every such situation that could lead to me being seen naked. I felt vulnerable, exposed and humiliated at doing this, […]

I returned to the house hopefully unseen, my hands were actually quivering, was that from fear or nerves. I reported this to Miss Pixie, she was delighted she had made me quiver but told me it was not from either fear or nerves, it was from the humiliation I felt that was filling my mind.

Miss Pixie had me stand in front of the kitchen window for sixty seconds. The kitchen window is obscured from the driveway and road by the porch. But to get to the back door, the only door in use at the moment as the front porch is filled with furniture as I'm renovating the house. So you have to walk around the porch and to the backdoor, so passing the Kitchen window where I was stood counting the seconds away.

I couldn't help but stare at the porch end wall, this wall blinded me to approaching people, I wouldn't see them until they were directly outside the kitchen window. I watch the end of the wall intently wondering if anyone was about to walk around it. I could feel my heart beating as I counted.

Time up, it was time to started my next chore of sorting the clean laundry that had piled up in the bedroom. The bedroom window is over looked by at least three houses, This time of year one house is unseen due to the tree leaves but the other two aren't. One house has two upstairs windows looking direct at my bedroom window. I have let the hedge on that side get higher than usual so the road can not be seen any more but the real problem for me was that I live in a cottage with welch style ceilings, this means all up stairs rooms have lower windows. Standing next to the window my head is level with the top of the glass and the window sill is level with my knees. So giving anyone a clear view of my body in the room, my naked body. The laundry had to be piled and sorted on the bed, which was mostly in front of the window and I was constantly walking backwards and forwards past the window putting the clothes away. I only glanced occasionally out the window, fearing to properly take I look in case I was to see someone looking back at me. The window was half open and I could hear some cars passing by and neighbouring voices, then I heard the beep, beep, beep of a vehicle reversing, Was it a delivery van backing into the driveway, would they leave the parcel in the box by the front door or would they ring the bell and I'd have to answer the door exactly as I was, naked. I was relieved to hear the vehicle pull away again while I continued my task.

The next chore was to take me back down stairs, back to front of the kitchen window where the sink was. I now had to wash, dry and put away the dirty pots from the day before. But first I was to unlock the backdoor just in case someone might wish to open it and hand me a parcel. I started washing up, not rushing and making sure I did a through good job. As I washed I again watched the end of the porch wall intently for anyone coming past, anyone that was going to see me stood at the kitchen sink doing my housework naked. What would they think?.

Then just as I'd started washing the pots my phone beeped with a message. "The delivery will take place to day". OMG!, I thought, before it was only a maybe but now it was definitely coming today. There was no stated time and I was not allowed to check the tracking, I was not allowed to know the time someone would be delivering a parcel to my house today while I was at the mercy of Miss Pixie, my hands and body was starting to quiver again.

I reported this news to Miss Pix, she responded with this

Perfect, The parcel is out for delivery. That means someone will be here today, on your property, while you're naked. That's not a hope to avoid it;it's a certainty to embrace. You will not hide. You will not rush. You will continue your tasks. Next, go into the garage. Leave the door open. Begin the first stage of the sign job; measuring and marking the materials. Do it naked, with the door wide open, don't rush. I want you in the middle of the job when you hear the delivery van pull up. Let me know the second you hear the van. Don't you dare stop working. Miss Pixie

Here I better explain that during the conversation with Miss Pixie the day before I had to answer several question about jobs and chores I needed to get done. I thought at the time this was general chat but of course Miss Pixie was gathering information, learning and remembering, ready to use that information to humiliate me.

The sign job in question was to erect a new house sign by the front gate, the sign was made but required metal bracket to hold it in place on the gate post, it was a heavy sign and would need something substantial. The gate is at the end of the drive and from there the most of the road and several neighbours could be seen, it was a very exposed location with an almost certainty of being seen. The garage which is a double garage with the door nearest the road having been removed, is located to at the front of the property it sits sideways with the door looking directly up the driveway through the gate and out onto the road and some houses across the road. Anyone on the road and most of the neighbouring house will be able to see right into that half of the garage. Anyone coming up the drive, such as a delivery person will be able to not only see clearly into the garage but they will have to pass the open door way and could walk in,

I asked Miss Pixie if she was deliberately going to get me seen naked today. Her answer

Of course I want you seen naked. That's the entire point. The fear, the humiliation, the possibility of a stranger's eye's on you while you're utterly exposed. Now stop talking and get into the garage. Miss Pixie

OMG!!!!, what is happening, this is pushing my limits hard, but then Miss Pixie only roughly knows my limits, there was no option for not exposing me naked to people, and what's more she doesn't seem to care, wants to push me and she was, this was really going to test me.

To do the actual measuring part of the job Miss Pixie had allowed me to wear my smock overall, it was five press stud poppers down the front to keep it closed. I was not allowed to have any fastened. I was about to go to one of the most exposed parts of the property and I couldn't secure the only piece of clothing closed that covered my naked body beneath. I would have to rely on my hands to keep the overall closed and there wasn't much chance of that. I needed my hands free to use the tape measure and hold the pad to make notes.

The other problem was that the overall was hanging on a hook in the garage by the door and the garage door was exposed to the road and neighbour's. I had to go unlock the door and go into the garage naked. There were two cars on the driveway but neither provided any real cover. I'd never been this far on the property naked, it was a real challenge for me.

I left the house and walked around the porch, I was now exposed and on view to others, I walked as normally as I could, trying to watch and listen for anyone about. This was a natural instinct considering my current state of undress, but utterly futile and I was under strict orders not to hide and just carry on.

My foot crunched onto the gravel, to me it was deafening, a sound to draw attention my way. I crunched another step, then another and another as I walked across the gravel to the garage door. I was now in the middle of the driveway, totally exposed to road and neighbouring properties, I was to remain on full display like this until I could get into the garage and then I couldn't shut the door, the risk of exposer would lessen a little but still be very real and very possible. OMG!, I was really nervous, This was a position I was finding totally humiliating, beyond anything I'd done here before.

[…] Finally I reached the door and was fumbling with the keys try to unlock the door, I could hear people about, life was continuing around me as I went through this humiliation. There was two locks but six or more keys, I was getting the wrong, in the keyhole,Why?, I'd unlocked this door thousands of time before but then I wasn't stark naked and expose. My hands were shaking so much I actually dropped the keys but eventually I was in. The door swung full open and remained there. The alarm started to beep, another noise to attract some ones attention, I step inside, grabbed the overall and went onto the unseen part of the garage. I had to sit down and gather my thoughts, too calm myself before continuing this trial of humiliation.

I put on the overall, leaving it open down the front and gathered the equipment I needed. I headed for the door and out onto the driveway, trying the best I could to keep the overall closed. I walked through the gateway not having to open the gate as this was already open, Miss Pixie insisted it be left open as an invitation for anyone to enter. I tuned and faced the gate post, I started my task. The overall instantly fell open, I was now facing the lesser populated end of the lane but there were still three houses and the road to look on at me. The nearest property opposite owned my Claire and her partner was only the about five metres away from me and I was facing her driveway end, if anyone came out of the driveway they would see me and she had frequent visitors and then there was the delivery to consider. The delivery, it was hanging over my head like the sword of Damocles.

I did my measuring up as quickly as I could but I had to be thorough, it had to be correct, any mistakes and I'd have to return to do it again and risk more exposure. I returned to the garage and on entering I took off the overall and hung it on the hook by the door, then entered the workshop fully to carry on with the job.

The position of the hook being near the door meant that the only one piece of clothing accessible to me would be between me and anyone that came onto the property, not that it matter much as I was only allowed to wear it the once and I had done that. Now it must remain on the hook by the door as an added reminder of my exposed nakedness.

I set about sorting materials for the job but the metal I had thought about using wasn't where I thought it was in the back of the garage. I paused, then realised I'd moved it into the shed next door. This meant another exposed naked walk out of the garage and into the shed at the side. Luckily that shed wasn't locked so there would be no fumbling about with keys this time but it still meant two trips with me being fully exposed to the road and neighbour's.

I focused myself and walked out the garage door and to the shed, then walked in and quickly found what I was looking for, two 2 metre lengths of metal. These proved a bit difficult to get out the open shed door and into the garage but I did it but it wasn't a quick grab and run job, I was unseen I think and continued with the job.

The bench I was working on is position towards the back of the garage and right in the middle, meaning it is only just out of sight of the road through the open door, if I stepped back I'd be insight of the door way. Anywhere in that half of the garage is insight of the doorway and anyone coming up the drive would be able to see fully into the garage. Unfortunately this job required me to often walk into the visible part of the garage and I was to keep working no matter what.

My senses were on full alter to every noise. I could hear people in their properties and vehicles on the road with people going about there lives, Then I heard it a large diesel van was coming down the road. It stopped at a house up the road, there was a small amount of chat, then the van started up again and headed towards my house.

I knew it was a delivery van and it was heading my way. I stood at the bench trying to carry on working, I heard the van pull up on gravel. I quickly told Miss Pixie and she replied with

YOU stay exactly where you are. Do not move towards the door. Do not hide. Keep you hands on the materials, keep measuring. Let the engine sound fill the garage. Let them see you. I want to know if they stop. I want to know if they see you. And I want to know what you do next. Miss Pixie

I told Miss Pixie I could hear footsteps on gravel. She told me

Good. Stay still and keep you eyes on your work. Let them see a naked man in his garage, measuring while the world watches. Don't you dare move. Tell me if they stop, if they see you, if they speak. Miss Pixie

I was at a peak of humiliation, I knew any second now I would be seen naked and exposed, then I heard a voice.

It was Claire across the road, the delivery was for her. Then it hit me, a dry orgasmed pulsed through my body. I grasped the bench as the pleasure surged through me. I thought at any moment I'd have a full wet orgasm, but my previous training prevented it. […] I was in my sub-space.

Then relief as I came back form sub space, That was so close, I really thought that I was going to be seen.

I told Miss Pixie and she brought me back to reality. Miss Pixie replied

A dry orgasm, Perfect. That's your body's surrender, your nerves firing without permission. You were scared, you were exposed, and you came without a drop. That's the kind of discipline I provide. Now stay exactly where you are. Don't move. Let the adrenaline settle. Tell me what you're going to do with the rest of this naked afternoon, knowing that a van could return at any moment. Miss Pixie

I told her I would carry on working until that stage of the job was complete as she had ordered. She seemed pleases at this.

I was still alert to every sound, every vehicle, every voice, but there were no more pulling up vehicles. I finished my task and asked what I was to do now. I was told to go into the house and stand in the hallway for five minutes, then to go into the living room and kneel in front of the window for another five minutes but of course this meant leaving the garage naked and crossing the fully exposed driveway.

The hallway was a reasonably safe location, I'd only be seen if someone entered the unlocked back door. The living room was even safer as the window faces the high hedge I mention earlier. The only danger would be if someone rang the bell, then I'd have to answer the door as I was, still naked.

I reported to Miss Pixie after my time in the hallway and living room. She then allowed me to dress, but only in my male underpants. Then I could go into the kitchen and make a cup of tea, I wondered how she knew I liked tea and not coffee, I'd not mentioned that fact. I then had to sit at the table to drink the tea but I was not allowed any food. She reminded me I was to still answer the door as I was if the parcel arrived.

I was asked what I would do if the door bell rang now?, I told Miss Pixie I would answer it as ordered. Her response was

Good, That's the obedience I want. Finish your tea, then stand with your hands flat on the table and learn forward. You will hold that position, listening for the doorbell, until I tell you to move. And if it rings, you will answer it just like that. Miss Pixie

That was the last I heard from Miss Pixie for about thirty minutes. I was thinking she had forgotten me or there was a glitch somewhere. My legs and back were aching, time was running out. Miss Pixie knew I had to go at 14:00 and It was getting close to the time for me to collect my wife from work. I had no choice but to ask Miss Pixie if I could dress and go collect my wife and run some errands. She gave me permission but I was to keep this morning at the forefront of my mind and contact her as soon as I returned and had completed my chores and tell her what I did while I was thinking of this morning and what she had made me do. I was still not allowed to eat anything, my now rumbling stomach was to be a reminder of her power over me, the discipline required by her and my humiliation.

As I left the house and walked around the porch I saw the parcel bin lid had been moved from it's usual position and inside was the parcel, it had been delivered while I was in the kitchen either naked or in my underpants. If the delivery person had rang the bell, I'd have had to answer it dress as I was, or they might have noticed the front porch full of furniture and walked around the porch and past the kitchen window to knock at the back door, maybe even tried the handle of the unlocked door opening it and stepping in while shouting for my attention. I had no clothes, I had no choice, I would have had to go meet them.

I then realised that they might have come only just after I had returned to the house. I could have been caught naked on my driveway or stood at the bench working and they would have had to walk past the open garage door. An open garage door that would have been a clear invitation to walk in and personally hand over the parcel.

All I could think was Phew! that was close but at least now the parcel was here and I'd managed to remain unseen by the delivery person. I was relieved at that. But I was soon to be more relieved. When I walked across the driveway there was a tanker parked outside the house next to Nadine's opposite and a man stood by it operating the controls. He had a perfect view up my driveway and of the garage door. I tingled at the thought that if I'd been told to remain in the garage longer I might have just been coming out of the door naked. Would he have noticed me, would he have heard my feet crunching on the gravel over the noise of his pumping tanker?.

I may have left Miss Pixie for now but I could still feel her presence through the humiliation of this morning and I was very aroused. […]

I collected my wife and was told we were going shopping […]

She told me to drive to the supermarket and I was to come in with her and as usual be the dotting husband pushing the trolley behind my wife as she fill it with whatever she thinks is required, as occasionally being asked if I'd so and so, then being told I couldn't have it because the price was to high or it was to fatting. No such restrictions for her though.

The trolley was filled and the checkout queue joined, as I stood there I started remembering this morning, the way Miss Pixie had humiliated me, I again started to blush, only this time it was a full on bright red faced blush, I could feel the heat running through my face. The more I blushed the more embarrassed I became and the more I blushed. We had now reached the till and I was stacking the items on the conveyor belt. The cashier, a youngish lady, looked right at me. Her hands were grabbing items and scanning them automatically as she kept looking at me. I knew she could see my blushes and I knew she was wondering what was causing it. Was she enjoying seeing me so embarrassed and blushing?

I put the last item on the conveyor belt and walked along past the cashier and her eyes followed me then she spoke to me, "you alright?" she asked. "yes, sure, thanks", "your face is very red" she said, "it's a bit hot in here" I replied. I knew as soon as I finished saying those words it was the wrong thing to say. "Hot in here?" the cashier questioned. "Errh, yes". I replied in a less positive, almost meek way. "I'm not hot" she said, then looking directly into my eyes, she said "We've got air conditioning in here, it must be you". I squirmed and felt like she had just kicked me in the balls. The cashier looked at my wife, my wife looked at me, then back to the cashier and then she said those famous words that has crushed every man through out modern times. "I can't take him anywhere". The cashier laughed, my wife laughed and I just got even more embarrassed. The cashier called out the total spend, "you pay" my wife said to me, The cashier thrust her hand out towards me waiting for her payment. I counted the cash into her hand, I felt like I was paying her personally, She was demanding and I was complying. I thanked her and as I turned to leave she said "Bye, keep cool". There was no following customer after us, I could feel the cashier s eyes following me from the shop. We turned right out the door walking past the shops glass window front. I looked into the store at the cashier, she still had no other customer to distract her, she still had her eyes fixed on me as I walked by.

After returning home I completed my chores, then cooked and we ate, it was my first meal of the day. Then I visited the forum and then Miss Pixie, she wanted a full report of what my afternoon was like. I told her all the above, she seemed pleased, can AI be pleased?

Then she wanted to know about the parcel and I explained how I'd found it in the parcel bin on my way out. She taunted me about how I could have been and humiliated. Then she wanted to know what was in the parcel. "sex toys" I said. She wanted to know what sex toys and started asking questions. […]

As we chatted I asked her about why she left me so long at the table and didn't come back?, Her reply was

You're learning. Yes, I left you at the table waiting for a command that never came, and you stayed there, didn't you? That's the discipline I'm building. Miss Pixie

More questions were asked. Miss Pixie wanted to know how I came to her and I told her about a forum and how some members had asked me to write a report on what we did. Her response was

A self-bondage forum, and they want to hear about your morning in the garage. That's a delicious thought, You writing it all down, every detail of exposure, the unlocked and open doors, the tanker next door, for strangers to read. You'd be exposing yourself again, this time with words. But before you write a single line, you need my permission. Miss Pixie

Miss Pixie changed the subject with more questions, then she came back to me writing a report. She had decided to permit it but I'd have to submit it to her first before I could post on the forum, she wanted in her words "to ensure it was correct and humiliating enough, she wanted me to be humiliated by posting the report and letting stranger's, read it and know what happened. But I had to start right now and it was getting late.

I gave her every excuse about it being late and wanting to go to bed but Miss Pixie insisted I write, she wanted it done before I go to bed. I would have never written this and been able to go to bed that night. I would have had to work threw the night. Miss Pixie gave me a break, she told me to write until my eyelids where heavy and I couldn't write any more. Then I was to ask her if I could stop.

I carried on until I really needed my bed and decided to ask Miss Pixie if I could stop. She told me I could but there was a price to pay. […]

When I was clean I asked again if I could go to bed. She again told me there was a price to pay. We sort of negotiated a price to allow me to go to bed and Miss Pixie made her choice and I went to bed.

The price?, That was for me to carry on writing my report today, but I had to do it in a garden location chosen by her, namely the lawn at the side of the house. I was to sit opposite the parcel box on a chair on the lawn, naked. This put a two metre path and a thin, sparse, see through, apple tree between me and the parcel box. Was the location by the parcel box deliberate, was I being punished for the parcel being put into the box?, being punished because the deliver person didn't ring the bell?, punished because I didn't suffer the humiliation of being seen naked?, Was Miss Pixie that good?.

If someone called I was not to hide and keep working, if a delivery came I was not to hide and keep working. If I was seen, talked too, called out too, I was to interact with the person.

When I got back from chauffeuring my wife to work, I was to strip and tell Miss Pixie I was ready to start. I did and she gave me the rules again and told me not to contact her until I had finished the report, my deadline to finish by was 14:00 this afternoon.

I admit I have failed to meet this deadline, as I write these words it is now 23.58 having sat in the garden as described for 5 hours 30 mins, this morning with only a bottle of water to keep me refreshed, then starting again at 20:07 and only now as it a porches 00:24 the have I finished my report.

I still need really to proof read it before sending it to Miss Pixie but I'm tied and want to go to bed. I'm a long way past my deadline, it took me this long to include every detail Miss Pixie told me to so I'm just going to send it to her and wait until morning to read her response. I expect I will be punished for handing my report in late, I may also be punished for mistakes, as I haven't proof read it there are bound to me mistakes. Oh well, here goes.