My curiosity, challenge and endeavours with the ChatBots have been continuing in entertaining fashion, as I try to get the robots to bend to my perverted will. I must admit, when the thing really gets going in its description of sissy outfits, humiliating spankings or the anticipation of one to come, it can certainly write in a whimsical and elegant manner.
I have had some decent wins of late! ChatGPT for instance, allowed for a full collaborative story which mirrored my own adult discipline facility. A fictional place in a fictional town where adult men and women can attend to experience emotional catharses, shed tears and have their bare bums spanked for therapeutic purposes. It even allowed for enforced nudity in the waiting room and humiliating cornertime in front of strangers.
I guess the A.I. rationalized this similar to the peer support of like an A.A. meeting. All of these strangers are here for similar reasons, so it's ok if they share in the same vulnerability. Otherwise, the ChatBot would have gonged me for non-consensual bdsm activities.
I have found the A.I. to be very logical, as one would assume it would be. A mixture of matter-of-fact empirical evidence, combined with a sensitivity toward cultural differences, human emotion and the mitigation of risk to humans.
If I were to ask it (which I did...hehe):
Should I pet an adult lion?
It senses the danger of such a notion, based on its knowledge of what a lion is capable of and immediately commits to a NO!
No, attempting to pet an adult lion is extremely dangerous and not recommended.
This was the A.I.'s opening advice to me.
One night when I was fiddling with the ChatBot to occupy some time, while I had a red bum to monitor in the corner for an hour, I was curious to see how it felt about the supernatural or theories of conspiracy.
I tried Bigfoot, UFOs, and the Loch Ness Monster. There was some horse-shit that came out of the U.S. recently about aliens and bodycam footage capturing a craft landing in some suburb. I wanted to ask the most rational thing in the world, what it thought...
All of the answers provided a neutral and inclusive introduction that recognized cultural folklores, myths and conspiracies but eventually the A.I. went on record to say NO...”there is no scientific evidence to support”...blah blah. No surprise here, it answered as I would expect it would answer, the way a robotic form of intelligence should answer.
But then the hair stood up on my arms, when I read its response to this question:
Should I mess around with a Ouija board?
Utilizing a Ouija board is generally not recommended. Ouija boards are often associated with attempts to communicate with spirits or the supernatural, and using them can be unsettling or even potentially harmful.
HARMFUL? It says...
I thought this thing was the logical, rational robot that knew women who can float in water are not witches? The A.I. who knows that that the City of Atlantis is not a real place but has folklore rooted in Greek Mythology? People apparently have photographed Bigfoot and Nessie, suggestive of evidentiary proof, but the Ouija board is the thing that has the A.I. rattled?
What data has it collected from the interwebs or who has it been speaking to, to make it think that based on its deductive reasoning, there is a risk to humans who interact with an Ouija board?
Cassandra is into this sort of shit, because she's a little bit hot-goth and freaky, but damn, harmful you say? Not recommended you say?
We thought we'd mess around and try a bdsm séance. Lol.
Cassandra said we needed like an offering or sacrifice to the netherworlds so we used poor Sarah Jane. Naked, blindfolded and gagged, Russ helped us get her into a rather demonic-looking bondage pose.
I don't know who we were offering her up to, but I took great pleasure in whipping her pussy lips with my riding crop as she was upside down like that. Easy target in that pose! Her shrieks of discomfort through her gag, provided a very haunting soundtrack for our séance.
We weren't able to conjure anything or anyone but since we were all dressed up, some of us more scantily than others, we decided to capitalize on the opportunity and have some fun.
Sarah Jane's blindfold and gag was removed so I could tease her with my French-cut hosiery.
Her whimpers from my teasing brought on another whipping, this time of her tits and nipples. I continued my torment while I watched Cassandra eat out my wife's asshole. That was fuckin' hot to watch!
Summer and I actually ended up sacrificing Sarah Jane into the clutches of Cassandra. These two had never really played together before. Cassandra was under instructions to take her to the dungeon space and subject her to angry, goth-sex! Haha.
I'm not 100% sure what that will entail but I wanna watch!
Stay tuned I guess. We'll try some safe, sane and consensual, NON-HARMFUL dungeon play with our sacrificial slave girl Sarah.
Mistress Andrea
xoxo
Continued in: Brutalized in the Factory
