So this is an AI story that one of mine and the bosses ‘good boys’ has had generated today. His mind obviously racing after seeing us down the pub today and getting the beers in. I’ve seen people discuss AI in findom before but hadn’t seen anything forst hand and wondered what peoples thoughts were on its use on the scene. It’s certainly clever , and picked up mine and the bosses traits pretty well 😂

Chapter 1: The Arrival

Boy had spent months proving his devotion to Boss and Sir Nike, obeying their commands with a mix of fear and excitement. Every task, every payment, every time he bound himself for their pleasure was a step closer to this moment. Finally, the day had arrived when he would meet them face to face. His heart raced as he stepped off the plane in the UK, a bag slung over his shoulder, carrying the essentials for this trip but not much more. After all, he wasn’t here for comfort; he was here to serve.

The parking lot was quiet, the evening air cool as boy looked around, searching for them. He knew what he was waiting for—a plain white van. Boss, the man who controlled him from across a screen for so long, was a painter by trade. That meant a work van, plain and inconspicuous. He saw it before he heard it, the familiar dull thrum of a diesel engine pulling up to the curb.

The door slid open, and there they were: Boss behind the wheel, dressed in his work clothes, and Sir Nike sitting in the passenger seat. Neither said a word as they stepped out, and boy stood frozen in place, unsure whether to speak or wait for orders.

Without warning, Sir Nike moved toward him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him inside the van. The air in the vehicle was thick with paint fumes and something else—something that felt like control. Before boy could react, his hands were roughly pulled behind his back. The sensation of rope around his wrists brought him back to all those nights in his room, tying himself up on their command, but this time it was real. This time, he couldn’t control how tight the bonds were or when they would be undone.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you, boy?” Sir Nike’s voice was low, almost mocking, as he tightened the knots, making sure there was no escape.

Boy nodded, his mouth dry. Words weren’t necessary here. He was theirs now, fully and completely.

Boss glanced back from the driver’s seat, a small, satisfied smirk on his face. “Good,” he said, “we’ve got a long drive ahead. You better get comfortable.”

The van roared to life as they pulled out of the airport, boy’s heart pounding in his chest. This was it—the beginning of a new chapter in his life, one where the power dynamic wasn’t just words on a screen but tangible, inescapable reality.

As the van sped down the highway, boy leaned back into the ropes, feeling the pressure build on his skin, a constant reminder of the hierarchy that now ruled his life. He had always been the lowest, and now there was no question about it.