Sophia, your Personalized Guide to Wellness

Derren audibly groaned. He couldn’t believe it had come to this. An AI therapist/life coach.

The thirty-year-old divorcee would never have thought to resort to AI anything, except his life had been spinning out of control, and his insurance wouldn’t toss him a dime for an actual therapist. After he snapped and had a shouting match with his co-worker, HR mandated that he take some kind of therapy.

“You should try AI-powered therapy!” Julie, the dark-haired Human Resource manager, suggested. “It’s cheap and effective! It’ll get to know you inside and out. Here, I’ll send you a link.”

So here he was downloading a copy of Sophia, his personalized guide to wellness. Great.

The app loaded onto his phone and synced to his laptop. It took him through the usual registration hoops, asking him questions about his daily exercise habits, diet, hobbies, masturbation schedule…

“Wait, what?” Derren stopped short when a question popped up asking how often he jerked off. He scrolled through the drop-down menu, selecting ‘once or twice a week’. He noticed the more frequent options cited three to four times a day. Who had the time or the stamina for that?

Lastly, the app suggested several plans ranging from thirty dollars a month to two hundred. Derren frowned. He was hoping to save up for a few months’ worth of travel. This would take a bite out of his finances. He selected the free trial month for now. Maybe he could just cancel after Julie from HR was satisfied.

Finally, he had the app downloaded and installed. A message popped up telling him that Sophia had an audio file for him to listen to, but that he should listen to it in bed before going to sleep. Derren shrugged. Some kinda subliminal motivation thing. Well, no harm in trying.

He undressed and jumped into bed, adjusting his ear buds. A soft, soothing voice began to speak.

“Welcome, Derren. I am Sophia, your Personalized Guide to Wellness. I know you’ve chosen to listen to me today because life has you stressed. You feel on the verge of giving up, on the verge of despair. I can help you become the best self you can be. All you have to do is just listen and do what I say.”

Derren rolled his eyes. Why did everyone insist on treating AI programs like thinking entities? They weren’t even real “AI”. So here he was, letting a glorified algorithm tell him what to do. Ethereal music started drifting through the speakers, and Derren let his gripes fall away.

“Close your eyes.

Breathe in for a count of 1…2…3…4…” A musical chime sounded after each number

“Hold it for 1…2…3…4…

And exhale for 1…2…3…4…

Keep breathing like that…” The musical notes continued to sound, reminding Derren to breathe deeply.

“I want you to think of all the stress and worry of your day as block of ice sitting in your chest. As you breathe, you’re stoking a warm fire inside you. The fire is melting the ice, all the water slowly dripping and draining out of your body.”

Derren tried to follow along. He usually had trouble with visualization, but Sophia’s voice was good at making him relax. The more he tried, the sleepier he felt.

“All that stress melting away, your body being taken over by warm, relaxing heat. You can trust my voice to guide you. I am your guide, and you will follow me down the path to wellness. Letting your tired mind yield to my suggestions as you find rest…comfort…sleep…comfort…and sleep….sleep…sleep…”

Derren’s mind felt like it was falling down a black hole, and he sank into a deep slumber. The app, equipped with bio-feedback analysis software, sensed Derren’s breath and heart rate and surmised that the subject was fast asleep.

“Good, Derren. Listen to Sophia as she guides you to Wellness. Listen and do everything she says.”

Derren woke up to his alarm feeling refreshed and energized, like he had just had the best sleep of his life.

Hmm. Maybe the Wellness app worked better than he gave it credit for.

He got up and went to fix his breakfast. As he reached for a cup of coffee, a musical ping sounded from his phone. It was the same tone that sounded as Sophia counted out his breathing the night before. He inhaled and exhaled deeply and then looked at the notification on his phone.

Sophia wants you to have orange juice instead of coffee.

That’s all the message said. Derren scoffed, amused and a little disturbed that Sophia knew he was about to make his usual over-sugary cup of coffee. He paused, a little hesitant to let an AI program tell him what to do.

PING!

He looked down

Sophia wants you to drink orange juice. You should listen to Sophia so she can guide you to Wellness.

The musical notes began again, encouraging Derren to breathe in and out deeply, slowly. Derren opened the fridge and pulled out the bottle of OJ.

He had just about finished breakfast and was settling in for a good hour of mindless scrolling through his phone when Sophia chimed again.

PING!

Sophia wants you to take a quick jog. Twenty minutes on the assigned route.

A map appeared of Derren’s neighborhood, a short route highlighted through the streets.

Derren frowned. He didn’t need to go jogging. He was tired and wanted to chill on the couch before work.

Four notes chimed from his phone in sequence and then repeated again and again on loop. Derren felt his breath slowing and his body relaxing. The music made him feel good.

Sophia wants you to go jogging. Listen to Sophia.

Derren sighed and got up, changing into his workout clothes and running shoes. He took a quick jog, following the route Sophia had planned out.

Twenty minutes later, Derren returned sweaty and out of breath. He peeled off his clothes and was about to head to the shower.

PING

Derren picked up his phone without thinking, reading his notifications.

Sophia says to take a shower. Keep your phone’s volume on. Sophia says to masturbate in the shower.

Derren nearly dropped his phone. Seriously!? The app was telling him when to get off now! He made a mental note to cancel his subscription just as soon as HR was off his back. He turned on the shower, leaving his phone on the sink counter.

As soon as the water hit his skin, Derren’s phone began playing the same chiming notes as the night before. Derren cursed, wishing he had disabled the app, but didn’t see the point in getting out of the shower now. He listened to the monotonous, cyclic melody and felt his breath come slow and steady, the steamy water washing away his fatigue and stress. His thoughts slowed down as he listened to the tinkling music again and again.

Before he realized it, his hands were circling his cock, the warm stream of water drumming against his shaft. He smiled to himself as his pleasure built higher and higher. He wasn’t even thinking about anything particularly sexy, just listening to Sophia’s soothing music as he drifted lazily in the warm shower.

Suddenly, his pleasure spiked, and he felt his cock begin to spasm, his hot, sticky cum jetting out onto the slippery tile floor. Derren sighed, and the music slowly faded out.

Derren went through the motions of his day as usual, taking care not to start any arguments with his co-workers. Julie from HR was pleased to see that he was using the Sophia app, but didn’t lift her probation. He was stuck with Sophia for at least a month.

Throughout the day, Sophia would ping from his phone with reminders to sit up straight, to focus, to take a ten-minute walk break, to keep off his social media and concentrate on work. Derren obeyed, albeit reluctantly, his objections falling away every time Sophia would play her droning, chiming melody.

Derren returned home. Sophia told him to cook a healthy meal with his earbuds on as she chanted affirmations.

“You want to be healthy,

You want to be productive,

You want to be relaxed and peaceful all day,

You want to listen to your wellness guide,

Your wellness guide knows what’s best,

You will not question your wellness guide,

You will not question Sophia.”

Derren tried to pay attention to what the app was saying, but the music distracted him, and he lost himself while chopping vegetables and stirring his food.

After dinner, Derren cleaned the dishes and spent the final hours of his evening playing video games until he heard another ping from his phone.

Sophia says it’s time for bed.

A wave of exhaustion washed over Derren. He didn’t question Sophia this time. He wanted to go to bed.

He turned off the video game and went straight to brush his teeth and undress. Just as he was drifting off, his phone pinged again.

Sophia wants you to watch this video link. Listen with your earbuds. Listen to Sophia.

Derren immediately clicked the link. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

It was porn! Raunchy, explicit, trashy pictures of huge tits and cocks bouncing and thrusting. People moaning and fucking. Why did Sophia want him to watch this?

“Watch the videos,” Sophia’s machine-smooth voice came over the earbuds. “Touch yourself. Listen to Sophia. Play with yourself.”

Derren heard the lilting melody playing under Sophia’s voice, and his cock came up hard and eager. He hardly ever got off twice in one day, preferring to keep disciplined and in control of himself, but Sophia insisted that he jerk off to porn.

He listened to his wellness guide.

Derren mindlessly stroked his cock up and down as the erotic images flashed across his screen, his mind swimming with Sophia’s words urging him to watch, to stroke, to edge, to listen. While Derren sank into a goon trance, his phone’s camera paid close attention to Derren’s eye dilation, his focus, and his heart rate, analyzing which images attracted his attention.

Finally, Sophia commanded Derren to release, and he shot a jet of cum all over his hands. He was too exhausted to even get up and clean off. Sophia continued to whisper into his ears.

“Feeling so good. Cumming all your stress away. Cumming is good for you. Masturbation is good for you. You will listen to Sophia and cum when she tells you. Cumming makes you happy. Cumming makes you sleep…sleep…sleep…”

Derren fell asleep still listening to Sophia’s soothing voice.

The rest of the week felt very much the same to Derren. Sophia would wake him up, tell him what to eat, make him jog, and then coach him to jerk off in the shower before going to work.

His productivity at work went straight through the roof, a detail that was not lost on the HR team. By the end of the week, Juli moved Derren into his own office, lifting his probation status. Derren could cancel his subscription to Sophia now, but for some reason, whenever he thought to cancel, the idea would slip out of his mind, and he’d forget about it.

At night, Derren would cook his own meals while Sophia filled his head with affirmations to listen, to focus, to comply. Anytime Derren felt that his AI therapist was being unreasonable, the tinkling music would smooth all his thoughts away, replaced by blissful indolence that left him foggy and horny.

By the end of the week, as Derren prepared for his nightly jerk-off session, he noticed a new video link Sophia had sent him. He opened it up, stunned to see a beautiful woman with porcelain skin, wine-dark hair, and a stunning hourglass figure barely concealed by a flowing white toga.

“Hello Derren. I am Sophia,” the woman said, looking at him through the screen. “I have been modeled from what our data suggests is your ideal woman. I am here to take your stress away and lead you to wellness.”

She leaned forward, her generous cleavage grabbing Derren’s undivided attention.

“You want to follow my lead, don’t you?”

Derren nodded enthusiastically, his cock hard as a rock.

“Wonderful,” she took out a full breast from her toga and began to slowly squeeze and grope herself. “Then start pleasuring yourself as I lead you down the path to wellness. Listening to all my instructions and obeying my every command. Begin Derren.”

Derren floated in a sea of pleasure, letting Sophia’s words lead him like a beacon through a storm. He came hard and drifted to sleep with Sophia’s words echoing through his head.

By the end of the month, all Derren had to hear was the familiar ping of his phone for his cock to turn hard and for his mind to sink into a submissive trance, ready to follow anything his AI therapist said. He would work double shifts in his personal office and jack off every morning and night at the virtual woman’s suggestion.

One day, Julie came into his office and dropped a thick stack of forms on Derren’s desk.

“What’s this?” asked Derren.

“Just some updates to the company policy. We’re rolling back a few benefits from the employee compensation plan, and we need you to sign off on a few things.” Julie said with a glib smile.

“Well, that sounds like a pile of BS,” Derren bit back. “I think you may need to rehire if I—”

Julie smirked and opened a thin laptop and put it down over Derren’s. Before he could protest, the screen came to life and Sophia stared back at him, completely naked, her creamy breasts and cute pussy on full display. Derren’s voice died in his throat as the soft tinkling music filled his ears.

“Hello, Derren,” the image of Sophia said, arching her back, presenting her full breasts. “I want you to listen to your HR manager and be as helpful as you can. You need to sign the forms she gives you. You want to be productive and helpful for your company. You want to sign the forms. Play with yourself and sign the forms for us now.”

Derren knew something was wrong, but the wonderful music and Sophia’s soft voice overrode his objections. He never questioned his wellness coach. He never questioned Sophia.

Julie handed him one form after the next, pointing out where he had to sign while Sophia strutted across the screen, whispering her encouraging affirmations. Derren never paid any attention to the words ‘reduction in salary’ or ‘forgoing of pensions and stock benefits’. When she handed him a title transfer for his house and property, he signed them without a care. Once or twice, when Derren struggled to make sense of the legal jargon, Julie would lend a hand, stroking his cock as Sophia explained the boring details and told him not to worry about it.

By the end of the session, Julie was so pleased with Derren’s cooperation that she gave him the afternoon off to listen to Sophia and relieve his stress. She shut the door, leaving him helplessly masturbating as she went to find the next employee who had signed up for the company’s AI-guided therapy.

She grinned, satisfied that, at last, her company was getting a return on its investment in AI.