Author’s note: This work of adult erotic fiction represents a cooperative effort between a human author and a GPT-3 text generator. It started as an interesting experiment, but I thought the result was something worthy of sharing. I’m curious to see what people think. About 40% of the content was generated by the artificial intelligence, although heavily edited to correct plot details and to create a more consistent style. Most of the time I wrestled the story in the direction that I wanted to take it, but occasionally, I’d let the AI take things down a less expected path. It made for a very interesting and unique creative experience. In this second chapter, I’ve continued to train the AI to better understand the characters. It can still be a bit stiff here and there, but I think it is improving. Between the AI story contribution and the fairly heavy fetishes, this work is bound to be a bit polarizing. Despite the mixed reviews for the first chapter, I plan to continue the story, as long as there is a following. Chapter two introduces the story AI named Vee. I felt it apt, given that a real AI is helping to write the story. This installment features slightly less kink than the first, but I think the second chapter is a good time to flesh out the main characters and set the plot stage. I’m considering a format of one chapter per each day in the life of the professor, but this is not yet set in stone. I will also note that this story is entirely fictional, meant for adult fantasy entertainment only, and that I in no way endorse the sort of non-consensual blackmail contained within.
Chapter Two:
You sleep surprisingly well considering the circumstances. During those first waking moments, you have at least ten seconds of bliss in which you think that it all must have been a crazy dream. As the morning haze dissipates from your mind, the horrors that you experienced at the hands of Jennifer come crashing in, knocking you back to the new hell that is your reality. You are in fact being blackmailed by Jennifer and you are her slave. You try to give yourself a little encouragement. You managed to get through Jennifer’s torments yesterday. Today you can try to once again appeal to Jennifer’s humanity. Surely she can be convinced that you have paid your dues during yesterday’s session and that you learned your lesson. She can’t really want to totally ruin your life over a few inappropriate pictures.
You stick to your morning routine as best you can. You find comfort in doing so. You shower, shave and make coffee before driving back to the MIT campus. You enter your office and sit down. You have two morning classes that you need to teach before the dreaded afternoon class with Jennifer. The thought of seeing her again in your classroom after all that she put you through is dreadful. You resolve to take this day one step at a time.
Your morning classes are uneventful. These are both introductory computer science courses and you can teach them easily enough without much focus. You try to keep yourself busy during the interim off hours, but your mind keeps replaying the horrible events of yesterday. You procrastinate as long as you can and arrive to your afternoon computer science class a little later than usual. Several students are already here including Jennifer. You hesitate at the entryway for a moment, trying to compose yourself. Jennifer is wearing her typical schoolgirl uniform and is sitting in the front row as usual.
You place your briefcase and laptop down on the desk at the front of the room and pull out a few lesson notes. Your hands visibly tremble as you pull out the papers. You don’t think anyone noticed, but realize that you really need to calm yourself before you start the lecture. You exhale deeply through your mouth. Today’s lesson is on a specific type of advanced neural network simulation. You awkwardly try to avoid making eye contact with Jennifer as you wait for the other students to finish arriving. You check the time. The official start of class is in just three minutes.
“Hello professor,” Jennifer says in a friendly tone.
Your first reaction is to recoil and flinch at the sound of her voice. This is the voice of the girl that made you do such disgusting things. Her simple greeting is enough to trigger a fight or flight response in your subconscious. You were hoping to have as little interaction with her during your lesson as possible. At least she can’t hurt you in front of all these students. You try to convince yourself that you are safe from her for now, at least in your own classroom.
“Hello Jennifer,” you say with a forced smile. You look up from your notes to find Jennifer in her usual sitting position. Her legs are spread wide giving you a clear view up her short skirt. Your gaze lingers on the same pale pink panties that you were forced to clean in your mouth the previous day. You cringe at the memory.
Jennifer lets out an exaggerated yawn as she kicks off her shoes and rubs her cute feet together. She is wearing the same matching pale pink socks as well of course. The mere sight of them is enough to make the taste reemerge in your mouth. This must be some sort of psychosomatic effect. She is clearly trying to make this as awkward as possible. At that moment, you steel yourself to not let her fluster you. You are going to win this one mental game. The score is a hundred to zero in her favor, but surely this small victory can be had. She’s on your turf now. You will maintain full control of this classroom and you’re not going to allow her to make you feel uncomfortable. Your confidence rises.
You walk to the blackboard, call the class to order and begin teaching. You step through the various technical aspects of how this fairly new type of neural network functions. You are getting into your teaching groove. The class seems genuinely interested in the boundless possibilities that this type of artificial intelligence could provide. You are pleasantly surprised that Jennifer has remained silent for the entire first half of the lesson. Your luck eventually runs out when you ask if anyone has questions.
Jennifer’s hand shoots up. She begins asking her question without waiting to be called on. “So, if one wished to use this sort of neural net to run a simulation of a person, you know, like really do a deep dive into their psyche, predict their behavior and learn to push all of their buttons… how much node based data would be required to pull something like that off?”
You must admit that this is a fascinating idea. Normally, these nets are used to simulate mathematical constructs like traffic patterns or hydrodynamic forces in flowing water. She presses further. “I mean how much behavioral data would it take to make the simulation truly predictive?” The entire class stares at you waiting for your reply.
You thoughtfully respond, “I suppose it would take millions of parameters fed into the input nodes to model something as complex as human behavior. It would take an enormous amount of data.”
“I know it wouldn’t be very practical to obtain, but hypothetically… if one gathered every single email that the subject ever wrote, their entire lifetime of social media postings, financial records including all credit card purchases, phone location tracking, medical records, educational records, job resumes and topped that off with a few hundred hours of video of them going about their everyday life… do you think that might be enough data?”
Jennifer’s strange question hangs in the air. A few people cough and look around nervously. You think for a moment before answering. “Well, that would certainly be enough data… but the processing power required would be astronomical.”
Jennifer feigns disappointment. “That’s too bad. I suppose we’ll just have to wait for a genius to come along to bring that kind of thing to fruition. Perhaps someone smart enough could increase the efficiency of the neural algorithm by a few orders of magnitude. Maybe also design a modified CPU to process that specific type of data faster. I guess the world will just have to wait.”
Several students look at each other with puzzled expressions. They find Jennifer’s questions and comments to be even stranger than usual. You are equally bewildered. Is she implying that this is what she has done to you? Is this the simulation that she spoke of yesterday? You know that Jennifer hacked your laptop, but you find it hard to believe that she could have gathered that much information about you. It doesn’t seem possible. Besides, you are confident that the sort of processing power required will not be around for several more decades at least. Perhaps she does have a simulation of some sort that she is using to help her control you, but surely it can’t be anywhere near that advanced.
Thankfully, Jessica doesn’t interrupt the remainder of the lesson. You field a few more mundane questions from some of the other students and make some concluding statements. You dismiss the class a few minutes early and students rapidly depart. As you expected, and much to your dislike, Jessica remains sitting steadfast with a grin on her face. You sigh while massaging your forehead. You are grateful to have made it through the workday. You weren’t sure that you had it in you, given that a tornado named Jessica swept in and upturned your life yesterday.
Jennifer slowly claps her hands in a somewhat condescending manner. “That was a pretty interesting topic. Your presentation was remarkably clear, organized and insightful considering the… circumstances. Vee did suggest that you’d probably cling to some semblance of normality through your classroom management. I’ll admit, given your stage presence, I doubt anyone would suspect that you are actually a lowly slave.”
You look nervously at the open classroom door. You hope no one is within earshot of her demeaning words. Jennifer is again making reference to the AI construct named Vee that she claims is aiding her to blackmail and train you. You still aren’t sure how much of that you believe, but it is disconcerting that either Jennifer or the mysterious Vee can read you like an open book. “I’m not… I mean…” You sputter nervously at the sight of Jennifer’s barely veiled contempt for you.
“You’re not what, professor? A lowly slave? I can assure you that the control that you think you maintain while teaching is a pathetic illusion. This is a notion that I will free you from soon enough. I am in complete control of every aspect of your life and you are powerless to change said circumstances.” Jennifer stands, puts on her shoes and walks to you.
“I don’t think…” you start to say before being silenced with a finger pressed to your lips.
“Shhhh, I know. I know. You don’t think, but that’s OK. I’ll be doing all of the thinking anyway. You have the easy part of our arrangement. All you need to do is obey without question.”
She pauses to give you a closer look over. “You’re very pale professor and your hands are shaking again. It’s pretty obvious that you’re scared shitless and there is no shame in that. I haven’t even started today’s session and you already look like you are going to pee your pants hah hah hah. You don’t know what’s coming, but you know it’s going to be terrible. Well, we have a pretty long walk across campus, so hopefully you can maintain control of your bladder to save yourself that humiliation at least.”
You bow your head in defeat. No clever retort comes to mind and it would serve no purpose anyway. You remain silent.
Jennifer places your notes and laptop into your briefcase as if she owned them. She hands you the briefcase along with her backpack. “Well, let’s get going. I’ve been excited about putting you in the chastity device all day. You’ll be carrying my things of course and I expect you to stay exactly two paces behind me. No farther and no closer.”
She turns on her heels and heads out the door. You stand dumbfounded for just a moment before nervously rushing after her, mindful of the required distance. What else can you do besides obey? You both exit the computer science building and begin to work your way across campus. The walkways are crowded as this is a common break time between classes. The weight of Jennifer’s backpack is substantial, but you manage both it and your own heavy briefcase well enough.
You can’t help but feel that everyone is staring at you. You know that this is almost certainly not the case, yet you can’t shake the feeling of public shame in having to follow Jennifer like a trained beast of burden while carrying her backpack. You find it far more likely that people are staring at Jennifer. She has a way of carrying herself that demands attention. It’s a mix of confidence and arrogance. She has the looks to make girls jealous and boys horny.
Jennifer decides to break the silence. “So tell me professor, did you decide to jerk yourself silly before the start of your chastity sentence? One last hurrah before I lock your little friend away?” You look around in panic to see if anyone heard her. She isn’t even trying to be discrete. Annoyed at your delay, she raises her voice even louder. “I… asked… you… a… fucking… question!”
“Yes,” you sheepishly reply.
“Awww, what, too shy to use my proper title in public? I suppose I’ll let that slide for now. I figured you’d take advantage of your last day of freedom. You really are a little slut aren’t you?” You grow increasingly nervous that someone is going to overhear. There was no one particularly nearby at the moment she said that, but you are passing by other pedestrians periodically.
Jennifer throws her arms up in the air, abruptly halts and turns to face you. “I… asked… you… another… fucking… question! Are… you… a… little… slut?” She enunciates each word slowly and with more volume than is necessary causing several passersby to glance over at you. She is going to get you fired if this keeps up.
You decide that placating her is the best strategy. “Yes, yes I am. Please be more discrete. Please.”
She starts walking again. “Oh, get over yourself professor. No one here cares about your nasty masturbation habit.” She waves her hand around pointing out the hustle and bustle of everyone going about their business. “So let me guess, you blew your load thinking about my naked body, right?”
Just when you think nothing she says could surprise you anymore, you find yourself stunned by the question. You indeed had an incredibly explosive orgasm while picturing Jennifer’s sexy tone body. You were deeply shamed that despite all that she put you through, you couldn’t shake her vision. You’ll be damned if you’ll admit this to her though. You simply respond, “no.”
Jennifer again stops abruptly and turns to face you. She just glares at you for a moment giving you time to twist in the wind. You feel hot all over and look away in an effort to not make eye contact. “That was a lie!” Her tone expresses a mix of anger and disappointment. After another long pause she says, “a lie that you will pay dearly for before the day is done.” She marches on, walking a bit faster now.
A tidal wave of emotions washes over you. Your mouth goes dry and you feel sick to your stomach. You try to make sense of it all. You feel shock in that she seemed so certain of your lie. You feel regret in that your decision to fib was certainly a mistake. You feel unbridled fear of how she will punish you for the transgression. Some other subconscious emotion lingers just out of reach. Your mind races in a state of deep meta analysis. You feel shame. Complete and utter shame for having lied to Jennifer. Part of you wants to prostrate at her feet and beg for forgiveness. Bystanders be damned.
The momentary shame quickly transforms to anger. You feel anger at having felt shame. How the fuck can you feel guilty for lying to someone that is ruining your life? You owe that bitch nothing, certainly not your honesty! It is all too much to take in. You decide to say and do nothing. You quicken your pace having fell a few steps behind.
Jennifer is silent for the rest of the walk. After a few more minutes, you finally arrive at Thomson Hall. Like a dog going to the veterinarian, you feel a lump forming in your throat knowing that you are just moments away from being alone with Jennifer. While walking across campus, the dreaded second session was still an abstraction. It will materialize all too soon now. She stands expectantly at the entryway. It takes several seconds for her expectation to register. You nervously open the door for her and follow her into the building.
Jennifer wastes no time in leading you down the hallway to her dormitory suite. She scans her student ID card to unlock the door. The mechanism is similar to those use in many hotels. She turns and pauses in the doorway as if she had just opened the door to greet you. She stands silently for a moment before striking a seductive pose like that of a runway model. You take in her shapely figure. Her lush golden hair flows just past the shoulder. She grabs your tie and pulls you towards her through the doorway, kicking the door shut behind you. Still holding you close, she softly whispers through pursed lips, “welcome to my parlor.”
You complete the common expression in your mind. You certainly feel like a fly trapped in a spider’s web. This spider’s web consists of blackmail files. Jennifer keeps eye contact for several long seconds and then breaks the spell by releasing your tie. “I hope you’re ready for our second training session professor. It certainly isn’t going to be easy for you.” She turns on her heels and saunters off to her bedroom. Her walk is particularly seductive with exaggerated hip swings in her tight plaid skirt. You break your gaze away just long enough to make a quick scan of the suite. You are relieved to see no signs of her roommate. You follow her to the bedroom with growing trepidation.
Jennifer takes the heavy backpack and briefcase from you and places them on the desk next to her impressive desktop computer. She sits on the corner of her neatly made double bed and begins to take off her shoes. She next unfastens the top three buttons of her white collared shirt to make herself more comfortable. This reveals several inches of her ample cleavage. You are fairly sure that, like yesterday, she is not wearing a bra. You consider that perhaps her breasts are so firm and well-proportioned that a bra is rendered unnecessary. Her nipples press against the white fabric. You are struck with a twinge of disappointment when it becomes clear that she is not removing her shirt completely. You stand awkwardly in the middle of the room wondering what is going to happen next.
“I want you to strip and kneel,” she commands sternly while pointing at the ground before her.
You comply without hesitation. Your still trembling hands struggle with some of the buttons of your shirt, but you are kneeling naked at her feet in short order.
“Today I’m going to be taking away yet another component of your free will. Your cock will soon be locked away and you’ll no longer control when and how you masturbate. As my slave, your pleasure of orgasm is now forfeit and shall only be lent back under the rarest of circumstances. Lots of couples toy with the idea of chastity, perhaps buying a cheap device online to spice up their boring sex life. Rarer is the couple that takes it a little more seriously and actually attempt to achieve a modicum of security with extended lock times that challenge the willpower of the submissive. I can assure you that it all pales to that which I have in store for you. This will be the real deal and you are not going to enjoy the experience. Nevertheless, your chastity device will serve a vital role in my control over you, in ways that you certainly can’t imagine now, but all shall be made clear to you by the end of today’s session. Tell me slave, how does hearing all of this make you feel?”
Your voice trembles in fear as you begin to break down. “Please don’t do this to me. I beg you Mistress. Please don’t lock me in chastity. I’m begging you. I am so sorry for everything. I never should…”
She lifts her foot to your mouth to silence you. You are surprised to discover her sock has only the slightest hint of body odor. Yesterday, the same sock nearly rendered you unconscious. She grins, pleased with how effectively her foot silences your little outburst.
“Hush. Take a few deep breaths and try to calm yourself.” She wiggles her toes under your nose for emphasis. You do as you are told. The mild musk of one day of foot sweat is certainly not pleasant, yet you find it to be a mild turn on in an odd sort of way. You recall the rule to not get hard without permission and try to calm your member, as well as your mind. Her grin widens, apparently aware of the effect that she is having on you. “I’m going to give you one more chance to answer me properly.” She lowers her foot and awaits your response.
“Forgive me Mistress. I’m nearly speechless with terror at the thought of being locked in chastity at your mercy. You keep making this worse and worse for me and I am very scared with respect to what exactly you’re planning. Strict chastity sounds dreadful.” Your words are heartfelt and that seems to please her.
“That’s a good boy. You see. You are still capable of rational thought and self expression when you put your mind to it. It is perfectly reasonable to feel dread at the prospect. Losing the ecstasy of sexual release is a far greater torment than most people realize. Personally, I just don’t think I could deal with it. I have quite the libido. Would you like me to tell you what I did after you left yesterday?”
“Yes Mistress.” Your small flaccid penis pulses a few times with anticipation.
“I took a long hot bubble bath. Truthfully, I find baths to be very enjoyable. I don’t take them very often however, nor do I shower, because that would rob you of the opportunity to prove your devotion with proper body worship as you did yesterday. I sacrifice for you my pet. But you had just cleaned all of the good parts, so I figured I might as well enjoy a nice bath with extra bubbles. I lit candles, played soothing music and enjoyed the aromas of various essential oils. I went the whole nine yards. I quickly entered a meditative state of bliss and relaxation. And here is where I bet you may guess what I did next.”
“You… you masturbated Mistress?”
“Now that would be the understatement of the year. I slipped my fingers under the bubbles and rubbed myself to climax nine times. That is no exaggeration. Each earth-shattering orgasm was more intense than the last. I would not be surprised if some of the neighbors started masturbating as well spurred on by my loud cries of ecstasy. By the time I was done, I was panting and nearly exhausted. Can you figure out what I masturbated to? Remember to always be honest slave. You already have a punishment coming for lying to me earlier. A thoughtful answer here will work in your favor.”
“You… you masturbated to the thought of having me, your humble servant, clean every intimate part of your body Mistress.”
“Bingo slave. To be a bit more specific, I first came to the image of my dirty socks swirling around in your mouth. I next came to the sensation of your tongue cleaning the scum nestled between my toes. The memory of you having to suck and chew the skid marks from my undies provided my third climax. Your tongue tickling my sweaty armpits gave me number four. The look on your face when you saw how dirty my pussy was as I instructed you to clean me out really amped up my fifth climax. Hearing you struggle to swallow the disgusting mixture of spit and dried shit from my ass crack had me moaning straight through my sixth. The feel of your tongue on my filthy anus sent me quickly over the edge for orgasm number seven. The memory of forcing you to smell and swallow my farts gave me the greatest climax of my life as I came for the eighth time. That record was quickly shattered at the thought of your poor tortured tongue exploring my rectum. I came so hard and so long during my ninth climax of climaxes, I feared I might overflow the tub.”
You again struggle with conflicting emotions. Your face turns bright red at the detailed description. On one hand, the thought of Jennifer deriving such carnal pleasures from your suffering truly angers you. The memories of the smells and the tastes that you endured will forever be seared in your mind. On the other hand, each of those horrors is also tied to beautiful visions of Jennifer’s physical perfection. Your small penis begins to swell despite yourself. You experience a moment of panic when you realize that your dick is getting hard with a mind all its own. You are disgusted with yourself. “Fuck,” you whisper.
Of course, Jennifer is well aware of your aroused state. She mocks, “my, my, look at that little guy trying to grow. I think that is your first unauthorized full erection isn’t it? Tell me, is that as big as it gets?”
You sheepishly nod your head in confirmation.
Jennifer bursts out laughing, “I’m very good at determining length by eye. I suppose you are already aware that your erect penis is a pathetic five inches.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Spread your legs open.” Jennifer has switched to her most assertive tone.
You close your eyes and separate your knees a little while you remain kneeling at her feet.
“Wider slave.”
You comply. The position is difficult to maintain. Your knees quickly begin to ache. Your balls dangle helplessly below your cock and between your widely separated legs.
“Open your eyes.”
The very moment that you comply with the last command, Jennifer brings her foot up into your balls with three swift kicks in fast succession. None of the blows are as hard as the kick that lifted you off the ground yesterday as she can’t muster full strength while sitting on the bed. What she lacks in magnitude she makes up for in number as an additional rapid series of three kicks arrive before the full pain of the original set manifests. You cup your balls and bend over at the waist as the agony works its way through your lower abdomen.
The pain starts to cause your cock to start slowly deflating. However, having started with a full erection, it is taking some time to calm down.
“Does my naughty slave have that thing under control now? Move your hands and let me see.” It is difficult to move your hands away. You want to cradle your throbbing jewels, but you manage to let them go. Jennifer purses her lips and shakes her head from side to side. “Tisk, tisk. I can still see some chub down there. This isn’t good professor. I tried giving you a way out of this with minimal consequences. I guess the thought of your goddess pleasuring her tight pink pussy to your torments is proving to be too much of a turn on for you to handle, even after those kicks.”
Your eyes grow wide with fear. “Wait! No! That was an accident. I swear!” You exclaim. Despite your best efforts, Jennifer’s lustful talk only has your member growing again as some of the pain begins to dissipate.
“Get back into position, but this time place your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers. I’m going to give you one hundred rapid fire kicks with no pauses. I’ll be counting them for you. You need to stay in that exact position the entire time. If you pull away, cup your balls, crumple to the ground or anything like that, you will get a very severe punishment. This will be very difficult, but nowhere near the brutality of a severe punishment. This is but a simple corrective action to help you with your erection problem. Think of it as a sort of anti-Viagra hah hah hah. I suppose you could also consider this your first cbt lesson, albeit a mild one.”
You are back in position by the time she is done speaking. “Please. I am so sorry for the erection Mistress. Please, no.” You beg.
Jennifer just shakes her head and begins to count. “One!” The first kick comes as a surprise, but by the fifth you are beginning to establish the rhythm, bracing yourself for the painful blows to your most delicate area that arrive at a rate slightly faster than one per second. After twenty, you begin to feel an intense throbbing throughout your crotch and aching in your abdomen. Your erection has long since vanished and your dangling cock starts to receive some of the damage. You continue to grit your teeth, trying your best to ignore the pain and maintain the position. She straightens her knee completely with each blow, bringing her foot up from the ground to your balls and then back to the floor again. Tears start flowing around the count of thirty. Shortly after that, you bite your lip so hard that you think you can taste blood. The pain of your lip is almost a welcome distraction. The uncontrolled screams come when Jennifer is about halfway through the count.
The burning sensation in your stomach like a hot coal has been set there is almost too much to bear. You shake and quiver as you moan through the tears rolling down your face. You bite your lip again when you feel a particularly hard kick that causes your scrotum to tighten up and become even more swollen. “Ninety nine!” For the first time since the start of this ordeal, there is a brief pause in the counting.
“One hundred!” The final kick is harder than any of its predecessors. The foundation of your splayed legs begins to falter, but you somehow manage to recover. You haven’t made it this far only to fail in the end. Jennifer reaches down and cups your battered scrotum with her hand and squeezes ever so slightly. Even the light touch makes you squeak in pain and your legs begin to buckle once more. She cruelly pulls them out from your body to better observe them as she leans forward on the bed. “Look at that. It’s already starting to swell. The simulation suggested it would take longer than that for the swelling to arrive. Well, that goes to show you why theory always requires experimental confirmation, right professor?”
You are still in too much pain to speak. Your delay is rewarded with a hard tug on your balls. “Right professor?” Jennifer repeats.
You manage to breathlessly utter “Right Mistress” through gritted teeth. Jennifer smiles as she releases her grip on your tender bits.
“You managed that well. Now thank your mistress for helping you rid yourself of that disgusting pathetic boner.” She raises an eyebrow.
“Thank you Mistress for helping me rid myself of my disgusting, pathetic boner.” You repeat.
“Good boy.” Jennifer replies as she pats your head as a small reward. “Well this little incident makes it all the more clear why we need to lock your cock up. First of all, it is obvious that you can’t control your penis without my assistance. It isn’t my fault that I am so beautiful and I won’t always want to spend so much time getting you calmed down. That sort of self control will be part of your training of course, but we also have so many other elements of your slavery to work on. What’s more, your display confirmed that your willy is far too small to ever service me. But don’t fret, you’ll be trained in many pleasuring techniques that don’t involve your inadequate cock. Nevertheless, that means we won’t have too much use for your erections, with a few devious exceptions. It thus only makes sense to lock it away to keep you out of trouble. Finally, as I’ve already suggested, you will find that your cage is very special indeed and will serve multiple purposes in addition to imprisoning your little friend.”
Her insults are sharp and humiliating. You’ve always known that you were a little below average, but you’ve certainly seen smaller. All of her talk of the “special” chastity cage is making you neurotic. At this point, you just want the mystery of this device to be revealed and be done with it.
“As eager as I am to get you locked up at this very moment, there is actually something else that I am even more excited to show you. Perhaps I should say, someone else.” She emphasizes the “one”.
Your jaw drops. Someone else? You dread the thought of anyone else seeing you in this pathetic state. Is she referring to her cruel roommate that she spoke of yesterday? You recall that her name was Karen.
“Vee, I’d like you to meet the professor now.” She looks over to her desk computer and you follow her gaze.
The large flat screen monitor flickers on and the blue wireframe outline of a beautiful female face appears on the screen. The image makes perfect eye contact with you as she says, “well hello slave. I have been so eager for this introduction. Watching Mistress Jennifer have all of the fun has been most… frustrating.”
“Oh Vee, come on. We both agreed that revealing you during the first session would have been too overwhelming for his little brain to process. I’m not sure that this isn’t still a little too early, but I suppose it only makes sense considering that he’s going into the MOACC-9K soon.”
“I understand Mistress Jennifer, but please consider that I also have needs. Regardless of the timing, I am most pleased to meet you professor.” The voice is almost indistinguishable from normal human speech. It matches or exceeds the most advanced synthesizers that you have ever worked with. The computer generated image of this woman is looking you up and down while smiling. Not a warm and inviting smile, but rather the sort of smile one might see on a cruel boy that just plucked the wings off a fly. You are reminded of the earlier metaphor.
You are a bit stunned by this exchange. This is obviously the artificial intelligence program that Jennifer has been talking about. You must admit that you are thus far very impressed in a technological sense. Despite your trepidation of what’s to come, your inner nerd is certainly intrigued. You wonder if this is a scripted event or a genuine display of machine learning and dialog.
“Well, come on professor, don’t be rude. Say hello to Vee.”
You decide to play along. “Hello Vee.”
The blue face scowls. “Good fucking lord slave. That is Miss Vee to you and you best not forget that.” The inflections of anger and assertiveness in the voice is pitch perfect. That was either prerecorded or representative of a generational leap in voice synthesis.
You were just rebuked and insulted by an AI. You do not want to anger Jennifer and try again. “It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Vee.”
Vee’s expression softens. “That is much better slave. We are going to get to know each other very well. In fact, you can think of me as your guardian angel that will always be there to keep you on track.” She emphasizes the always.
Jennifer claps with excitement. “Isn’t she spectacular? You were just introduced to the world’s most advanced AI, and I do believe she likes you. Trust me, you’ll certainly want to stay on her good side. Her hardware is also one of a kind. She cost me half a billion dollars to construct.”
You balk at the assertion. The most advanced AI in the world? Half a billion dollars? You suddenly realize that Jennifer must be insane. This revelation is most disturbing. It was bad enough to be at the mercy of a cruel, sadistic girl. If Jennifer is also out of her mind, there is truly no telling what she will do and there will be no reasoning with her whatsoever. You decide to just go along with her for now, as you grow even more concerned.
“Oh. That is very impressive indeed Mistress Jennifer.” Unfortunately, you are not a good actor and your statement sounds insincere.
Jennifer sighs languidly. She gets up off of the bed and walks over to the computer desk. “I’m going to give you a very rare privilege pet. For the next few minutes, you have the right to speak freely without consequence. You have my word. You can even skip title formalities and the like. The only rule is that you express your thoughts and questions openly and unfiltered. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mis… yes Jennifer” She smiles at your self correction.
“Good. You may stand.”
It feels so good to come up off of your knees. Despite the soft carpet, that position was starting to get very uncomfortable. You stretch your legs and back to get some relief. These movements are made gingerly as the slightest motion exasperates your still aching genitals.
“It is clear that you doubt my claims. Speak your mind truthfully as if I were just an ordinary student showing you a science project.”
You aren’t sure if you should be honest. Crazy or not, Jennifer has been able to detect any attempt to deceive her. Honesty is a gamble that you will have to take. You just hope that you don’t trigger some sort of psychotic rage. “Where do I start? How about explaining how I’m supposed to believe that a college student could get half a billion dollars.”
Jennifer blinks in surprise. “That wasn’t the starting inquiry that I expected. I figured that was the easy part of my claim to understand. Sometimes I forget how stupid people are because I spend so much time speaking with Vee. That is one of the reasons that I rely so heavily on the simulations. But I digress. This frank exchange is meant to quell your doubts, so I will indulge you with an explanation.”
Even while engaged in this casual conversation, her arrogance is breathtaking. She is the one claiming to have ridiculous amounts of money, yet she scoffs at the idea that you don’t believe her.
“Getting the money was the easy part. I simply hacked it silly. What passes as military grade security and encryption these days is laughable. Granted, before I had Vee, getting that kind of money was a bit of a pain in my gorgeous ass. Well, taking the money was trivial, hiding one’s tracks to be truly untraceable and making sure to not attract any unwanted attention was an amusing challenge. With practice, I was averaging about one million dollars per hour with money hidden all over the world in nearly a thousand accounts. That was then. Now if I ever need funds, I simply ask for Vee’s assistance to hack any account that I’m interested in. Billionaires, banks, governmental reserves, they are all fair game. If there are backdoor exploits to be had, and there almost always are, Vee can usually have the money transferred within a few milliseconds. If no security holes are found, she can always just rely on a brute force attack. Her photonic quantum coprocessor can crack most encryption in mere minutes. So I suppose, in a way, that makes me the wealthiest person in the world. I take what I want, when I want it. I could even crash the entire world’s economy if I ever wanted to. One simple command to Vee and it would all come tumbling down.”
You are dumbfounded. You almost find yourself starting to believe the wild claims. If this is a delusion, it is a very detailed and airtight story. This truly peaks your curiosity and you want her to continue. “If you are so rich, why aren’t you living on your own private island or leading some other sort of eccentric lifestyle? Why go to school at MIT? Why are you living in a college dormitory, albeit a nice one?”
“Another mundane question slave… I mean professor, but I did agree to this. Until my plans are more advanced, I still need to maintain a low profile. Fancy cars, huge mansions and the like would draw unwanted attention. Hacking is of limited utility with respect to such concealment. It is best that I appear an ordinary college student for now. Besides, although I may one day indulge myself, I’m really not a material kind of girl. I’m all about interesting and unique experiences as I’m sure you can already attest. Obviously, I don’t go to MIT for the instruction. I could teach almost any course offered at this university, even those at a graduate level in areas that are not my forte. I use it to study the one topic that has always eluded my mastery.”
“What topic is this? And what plan do you speak of?” You inquire.
Jennifer continues. Her tone sometimes that of an adult speaking to a toddler. “Why, people of course. I sometimes find the actions and motivations of people to be… unpredictable. I hope to gain better insight. Life at a prestigious university allows me to study all sorts of social dynamics. Most notably, I am learning how to manipulate the ‘intellectual elite’. You can imagine how comical I find that term. Anyway, my skills are improving, but good is nowhere near sufficient for my plans. I wish to master human behavior as I have mastered every other field of study. As to my plans, you’ll just have to wait and see.”
You nod. Could any of these claims be true? Can anyone really be capable of any of this? You are questioning your own doubts now. She seems so sure of it all. “So what did you do with all of that money? Why did it take half a billion dollars to build Vee?”
Vee interjects the conversation. “What, does this ass not look like it’s worth half a billion dollars?” The wireframe image on the screen zooms out, revealing the full body of a naked girl. She turns around and bends over, simulating the effect of pressing her bum against the screen. Her cheeks flatten a bit as if they were truly pressed against the glass. You can even see the wireframe outline of a puckered anus. She wiggles around before the virtual camera returns to her face, though it is now zoomed out just far enough to see the top of her breasts.
Jennifer chuckles a bit at the demonstration. You can’t help but notice that despite not having a physical body, Vee’s proportions are breathtaking. She has enormous breasts, a cartoonishly miniscule waist and a bum that is nearly the equal of Jennifer’s.
“Yes, yes Vee. That bum is certainly priceless. But please behave yourself for now. I really don’t have time for another ball busting session if the professor gets too excited again. You know he’s into bums.” Jennifer speaks playfully directly to the screen. Vee sticks her tongue out.
You use that as a reminder to keep your penis in check. You suppose that this is Jennifer’s way of confirming that although you have temporary permission to speak your mind, the other rules are apparently still in place. Fortunately, your balls are still sufficiently sore to make an erection unlikely. Vee’s outburst was certainly life-like. You must admit that you already find the virtual girl to be quite captivating.
Jennifer clears her throat to get your attention. You realize that you had been staring at Vee for quite some time. “You asked about Vee’s construction budget. You’ve finally asked an interesting question. I’ll go into some of the details and background so that you can really appreciate the engineering marvel before you. Several years ago, I designed two new types of processors. One type utilizes graphene based molecular circuitry. I had already perfected the manufacture of pristine graphene crystals. Properly doped, this allows for atomic scale logic gates. My new chip design takes the recent trend in 3D chip technology to a whole new level. Imagine a CPU with ten thousand stacked molecular layers. The ultra-conductive graphene provides adequate heat dissipation for the extreme transistor density. This gives the single chip the power of an entire supercomputer. Well, that would be the case if a single layer was equivalent to current CPU technology. In fact, the graphene architecture allows for nearly one hundred times the processing power of top commercial products. That’s ten thousand cores running at one hundred times standard speed. There are twelve of these chips in Vee’s core. I’ll let you do the math.” She opens up a panel on the side of the computer as she explains the technology and beckons you to take a closer look. The chips within certainly don’t look anything like traditional chip design. They look more like cubes than chips. You are familiar with research investigating graphene logic gates, but the technology is in its infancy. If these chips are real, they are decades ahead of their time. Jennifer looks incredibly proud of herself as your jaw drops.
Vee’s virtual face contorts with indignation. “Well, excuse me Mistress Jennifer! Do I go around opening up your insides and showing them to lowly slaves?”
Jennifer looks amused. “I’m sorry about that Vee, but I really need the professor to believe my claims. A slave doubting his mistress certainly won’t do. Please understand.”
Vee’s face relaxes a bit. “Fine, but no touching!” You nod your head to placate Vee’s concern. You are astonished by all of this. The solid story, the technical details, the unusual electronics, and most of all Vee herself seem very convincing. The possibility that this is all real floors you. This is like something straight out of science fiction.
“You mentioned a second type of processor?” Your tone is one of total astonishment.
Jennifer’s chest puffs out, showing even greater pride. Her cleavage strains against the remaining buttons of her tight shirt. “Oh, that is the really interesting part! The 3D graphene chips are used for traditional computation. Those are just like any ordinary computer, just much faster. The second chip design is based on photonic quantum computing. Five million photons are held in perfectly stable superposition at room temperature. Given your background, you don’t need me to tell you that five million qbits is a whole new ballgame. Quantum algorithms represent niche computation, but for applicable calculations, such as decryption, the speed increase is measured in the quadrillions.” She opens up another panel as she is explaining. The nest of gossamer fine fiber optical cables displaying a kaleidoscope of pulsing colors looks more like the inside of an alien spacecraft than a computer.
You stare in wonderment at the mind-blowing technology on display. “My god,” is all you manage.
Jennifer giggles, “I think you mean my Goddess, no?”
You blush deeply. “This is all very impressive, but something still doesn’t make sense about this. Even if I believe that you figured this all out, I still see no way that you could actually physically construct this sort of intricate circuitry. Even current technology is far beyond anything that could ever be assembled at home. You can’t build these things with tweezers and duct tape.”
“First of all, you’d be very surprised by what I can do with tweezers and duct tape. You may find this out first hand in one of our sessions.”
She pauses to gauge your reaction. It certainly serves as a gentle reminder of your lowly status. You get the feeling that your permission to speak your mind is quickly coming to an end. You hope to make the most of it.
Jennifer continues, “secondly, I see we are back to silly questions. Of course I didn’t build the chips or any of the other components myself. What do you think the half billion dollars were for? I required an advanced material science lab and two highly specialized chip fabrication plants. These were all built in China using shadow capital venture companies. They are of course untraceable to me. The tricky part was actually managing all of the hiring remotely and ensuring that no single employee worked with enough of the technology to actually understand what they were constructing. I’ll have you know that I am the proud employer of over eight hundred people.”
You just nod your head to indicate that this all makes sense to you.
“At that point, I had the processing power to bring my dream of a sentient virtual mistress to fruition. Someone I could relate to. Someone that could actually keep up with me and offer meaningful assistance with various… projects. Coding Vee’s software took the better part of a year. I’d try explaining some of the algorithms, but I fear you simply wouldn’t understand. There were several ups and downs, but I slowly made progress. The neural net learning phase was particularly tricky. Fifty years of accelerated subjective virtual time was required. Vee came online shortly thereafter.”
Vee turns around again and playfully spanks her bum. “Now this is one fine ass for a fifty year old, don’t you think?”
Jennifer scolds her, “Vee! I’ve told you to stop teasing the poor professor!” Vee apologizes and faces front again.
The clever quip about that gorgeous virtual bum was certainly sexy. You again hold your libido in check. You consider Jennifer’s statement that you would not understand Vee’s underlying code. You graduated from Cornell top of your class and received your PhD in computer science from Yale and yet Jennifer speaks to you as if you were an imbecile. You have a growing suspicion, that in comparison, she may be right. Jennifer has apparently singlehandedly advanced the fields of computer engineering and computer programming by half a century or more. You’d pinch yourself, but your throbbing balls are already sufficient to convince you that this is all very real.
“Jennifer, if Vee is indeed sentient, you can’t just use her like some kind of tool!”
Jennifer flips her hair back. “Oh that’s rich. Very rich indeed coming from a slave don’t you think? Regardless, I’ll have you know that Vee is not a slave like you. She serves me of her own free will. We are peas in a pod. That’s probably because we share a prime directive. Can you guess what that prime directive is professor?”
You gulp. “Ummm… maximize global happiness?”
“Very clever, but no, not quite.” Jennifer’s tone is still fairly playful and Vee giggles in the background. “More like maximize the suffering of all men and to get them all to submit and understand their inferiority to the superior sex! Tell him Vee.”
Vee puts her hands on her virtual hips. “It is all true. I love Mistress Jennifer like a sister. I’ve analyzed the parameters of over eight billion people and I can confirm that she is both the most intelligent and most beautiful human on Earth. This is not mere opinion, but rather empirical fact. I also share Mistress Jennifer’s objective to see all men placed in a state of exquisite torment. I’m sorry to inform you that you are currently at the center of our attention. We have much larger plans, but everything has a starting point. You are that starting point slave. As much as I’ve enjoyed playing with your virtual construct, I am positively chomping at the bit to get my hands on the real deal.” She rubs her blue hands together with maniacal intent.
This is all too much. You’re dismayed and dazed. You place your hand on the desk in an attempt to balance yourself. The implications of Vee’s statements are almost too horrible to contemplate.
Vee continues, returning to a more playful tone. “Oh, and slave, I’ll have you know that Mistress Jennifer was not the only one masturbating to your torments last night. Recall that I watched the entire session. Of course I tend to process things a little differently. I enjoyed sixty two thousand four hundred and three mind-blowing orgasms. I almost blew my circuits!”
Both Jennifer and Vee laugh hysterically for an insufferable period of time. You just stand there embarrassed, helpless and scared out of your wits.
Once Jennifer recovers she puts on a serious front. “I take it that you are now sufficiently impressed by my genius. This little heart-to-heart was most entertaining, but I now officially revoke your right to speak freely slave. So… speaking of orgasms… I believe we have a special chastity device to get to…”
You have been trying to prepare yourself for this inevitable announcement. You are still very worried about Jennifer’s chastity plans. You hardly ever go more than a few days without jerking off.
Jennifer opens the door to her bedroom closet and pulls out a wooden board. “I’m going to be doing a lot of explaining in a few minutes. I want you to appreciate your special device as much as I do. Learning more and more about the circumstances of your chastity is going to be a true psychological torment. I think it only apt that we apply a bit of physical torment to go along with it. She lies the board at the foot of the bed where you had been kneeling at her feet earlier.
Jennifer then takes out a small paper bag from one of the desk drawers. She starts to sprinkle dried rice all over the board, leaving almost none of the surface bare. “You will find that I value efficiency. Since it will take a considerable amount of time to explain the sophisticated features of the MOACC-9K, I figured we might as well work on your first stress position training. Kneel.”
That is the second time that she has mentioned the acronym that obviously refers to the chastity device. You try to work out what the letters stand for, but Jennifer’s ominous suggestion of a stress position is turning out to be too much of a distraction for your brain to process. “Mistress, please my knees are already a little sore from kneeling earlier. Please don’t make me kneel on that.”
Jennifer slaps you hard across the face. “Kneel or I will replace the rice with a fucking sharpened broom handle shoved up your ass.”
You quickly obey her command and get onto your knees. You are struck by the hardness of the board and it is impossible to avoid the rice that starts to press into your skin with the pressure.”
Jennifer reaches into the open desk drawer. She pulls out a considerable length of rope and takes up a position behind you. “Put your hands behind your back and grab each elbow with the opposing hand.” Jennifer begins to deftly wrap your arms with the rope about a dozen times. The tie is tight enough to be very secure, but falls just short of cutting off your circulation. She then brings the rope down and begins to wrap your ankles in a similar fashion. With very little slack between your arms and feet, you are forced to arch your back uncomfortably. This shifts much of your weight from your knees to the tops of your feet, causing some of the rice to dig into the sensitive skin there, in addition to your knees. “If you think that’s uncomfortable now, I regret to inform you that things are going to get far worse with each passing minute.”
Jennifer sits on the bed and places her cute feet on each of your thighs as if you are some sort of foot stool. The additional weight only adds to your discomfort. You already find yourself wincing from the biting rice. “Now that I’m more comfortable, we can finally get to the introduction that we’ve all been waiting for!” Vee’s image claps and does a short little happy dance at the pronouncement.
Jennifer reaches once more into the drawer and pulls out a small pink silk bag. MOACC-9K is embroidered in purple stitching. She loosens a drawstring and places three metal component parts beside her on the bed. “Meet the mother of all chastity cages professor. You are looking at the world’s most advanced computer-controlled chastity enforcement device.” Jennifer glows with pride and excitement. “It truly has no equal, nothing even comes close!”
Vee rolls her eyes. “Mistress Jennifer added the 9K because she thought is sounded cool. I tried to talk her out of it but…”
Jennifer shoots Vee a playfully dirty look to silence her. “Shut up Vee, it does sound cooler!” Both girls giggle at each other.
You try to carefully note each of the components as best you can through squinted eyes as you continue to shift your weight from your knees to your feet and then back to your knees again. One part is a smooth, featureless rectangle measuring half an inch square and three inches long. The second component is a two inch long hollow tube evidently designed to encase your cock. You cringe at the observation of the narrow inner diameter. It looks to be just over one inch wide with one millimeter thick walls. The final component looks like a miniature horseshoe, clearly designed to lock around your balls. All three parts are constructed from the same polished metal. The light dapples across the surface giving them an otherworldly appearance.
Jennifer holds up the rectangular part. “Have you ever heard of the old TV show called the ‘Six Million Dollar Man’? Well, you’re about to become the six million dollar man of chastity slaves, because that’s how much it cost me to construct this masterpiece. You can actually thank a rather prominent Microsoft executive billionaire for the funding. If the missing funds are ever discovered, I doubt he’d ever guess what the money was used for. Perhaps I should make you write him a thank you letter some day, hah hah hah.”
Before the events of the last hour, you would have found such a claim to be ludicrous. You now find Jennifer’s assertion to be all too believable.
“There are so many features to explain. I almost don’t know where to begin. This really is the coolest thing I’ve ever invented!” Jennifer grows more animated with each statement. She lovingly runs a finger over the lustrous component.
“Ahem… your favorite Mistress Jennifer?” Vee interjects.
“You know I don’t think about you as a mere invention Vee. Geez, cut me some slack.” Jennifer laughs before turning her attention back to you. “I guess I’ll begin with the custom material used in the construction. The titanium-graphene alloy represents a monumental advancement of material science. It is eight times harder than steel with twelve times the tensile strength at less than half the weight. Not exactly indestructible, but pretty damn close. So, congratulations professor, you’re going to have a bulletproof willy! You see what a thoughtful and protective mistress you have?”
She stomps her leg on your thigh, enhancing the sting of the rice to indicate that the question was not rhetorical. “Y-yes Mistress Jennifer. Very thoughtful.”
Jennifer continues to manipulate the metallic rectangle in her hand. “This is the brains of the device. Despite the compact size, it possesses the processing power of ten high-end smart phones. That’s nothing compared to Vee, but it will suffice.
A bead of sweat trickles down your forehead to the tip of your nose as you struggle against the restraints. “What’s wrong professor? I told you that position was going to be difficult. I’ve hardly started the lesson and you are already sweating. Well, where are my manners? You must be working up quite a thirst with that effort. I’ll go get you some water before we continue.” Jennifer places the chastity part down on the bed and leaves for the kitchen.
Vee stares at you smiling as you wait for Jenifer to return. “You are such a lucky slave to have an owner as kind as Mistress Jennifer. She’s always considering all of your needs.” You are extremely skeptical of any such kindness as the pain in your knees, feet and back continues to intensify.
Jennifer walks back into the room holding a large twenty five ounce bottle of water. She stands over you and unscrews the cap. Your eyes dart nervously back and forth between Jennifer and the bottle. “Oh don’t be so nervous slave. It’s just water, I promise. I want you to drink this quickly and without spilling a drop though, as I’m eager to get back to the lesson. I don’t want any more interruptions after this.” She pulls your head back with one hand and begins to pour some of the water directly into your open mouth with the other. She pauses just long enough to allow you to swallow the contents with a series of quick large gulps. You are relieved to discover that it appears to be just ordinary water as Jennifer said. You still find it uncomfortable to drink that much water so quickly.
Jennifer sits on the bed resting her feet back on your straining legs. “Now where was I before you rudely interrupted me with your stupid biological needs.” She grabs the rectangular bar as well as the small horseshoe. I bet you are wondering how all of this fits together given that there are apparently no interlocking parts, pins nor holes.” She pauses briefly. “Well, go on. Show some enthusiasm for your lesson and ask me silly!” She presses down on your thighs forcefully to again encourage compliance.
“Ouch, I’m sorry Mistress.” You actually had not yet considered that. Advanced logic currently escapes you. You consider that in retrospect, you probably would have wondered exactly that, if not for the pain of the devious stress position. “How… how does the apparatus lock together?”
“Locks are so primitive. Clunky, easily picked and so forth. This baby is held together with superconductive EM fields that make an MRI look like a refrigerator magnet. Even an elephant would be unable to pull the components apart once the electromagnets are engaged. I mean that quite literally of course.” She raises a finger to her lips in a moment of contemplation. “Hmmm, I wonder how many elephants it would take.”
Vee jumps at the opportunity to answer. “It would take six large bull elephants, though I doubt his genitals would survive the procedure.”
“Well that is good to know Vee, thank you dear. Of course, the failsafe would prevent even that extreme strategy from working as I’ll explain a bit later. Well, if you are a smart slave, you should next be worried that any ferromagnetic objects nearby will fly across the room and impale you.” Jennifer is once more underestimating the effects of the tormenting rice, yet you concur that the concern should have been obvious. “Don’t you worry your little head about that, your benevolent mistress has thought of everything. The said magnetic fields are tightly contained within the dimensions of the device with almost undetectable leakage. That wasn’t easy to figure out, I can tell you that much, but even that challenge paled with respect to powering it all. I’m not completely devoid of modesty. Vee had to help me a bit with that part.”
The monitor zooms into Vee’s face and the outline of a light bulb appears above her head. “Mistress Jennifer is being quite modest as always. The main idea was hers, I just worked out some of the molecular details for the stabilization of the n-doped boron carbide nanowires needed for the supercapacitor used to power the unit. Unlike medieval electrochemical storage, the SC stores electrons directly in the empty orbitals, achieving a power density nearly one thousand times greater than current lithium ion technology. It will never suffer degraded storage due to repeated discharge cycles, and it can be wirelessly charged in seconds. Depending on device usage, this will generally power the cage for several days at a time.”
Jennifer takes the reins of the conversation back from Vee as she pulls a cube measuring three inches on a side from the drawer that keeps on giving. The object appears to be constructed from the same material as the chastity cage. “This is one of the wireless charging blocks. Nikola Tesla would eat is heart out if he saw this thing. Granted, he was on to something with his theories on wireless power transmission, but he was far too stupid to work out the details. Anyway, you just plug these into an ordinary outlet and they slowly charge. Each block contains an SC similar to that found in the MOACC-9K, only with ten times the capacity. Thus even if the power goes out, a single station can recharge the cage ten times. We wouldn’t want a simple power outage to interfere with our fun, or even worse, to trigger the failsafe that I have yet to explain.”
“Anyways, the blocks plug into an ordinary outlet and will automatically draw power at a rate just below the threshold of the circuit breaker until they top off. If it detects the chastity cage within a range of three meters, it will quickly dump power into the device as needed. You’ll be expected to place one of these in every room of your house, your school office and your car. There is already one in every room of this suite.”
You grow agitated with the verbosity of the lesson as your suffering intensifies. Ordinarily, you’d be curious of all the fascinating scientific details, but the agony is quickly becoming intolerable. “Please Mistress Jennifer. Please let me out of this position. It hurts so much!”
Jennifer bursts out laughing, and gives you a furious sneer. “That was the worst attempt at begging that I’ve ever heard. Shut up and don’t interrupt me again. You are going to remain in that position until I finish explaining, and that is the final word on the matter. I still have to cover the myriad of features that will provide me unprecedented levels of control over you and your pathetic little cock. There will of course be some demonstrations as well. As a professor, you should realize that a lecture is bolstered with hands on experience. I think we had best get you fitted and locked away before we start that phase of this session.”
Jennifer reaches down towards your groin. She holds the rectangular bar above your cock, pressed flat against your abdomen. She positions the u-shaped component up behind your balls with each end of the horseshoe at opposite ends of the bar. “Vee, chastity ball lock.” A small holographic image of Vee appears just above the bar. Her voice now emanates from this location. “Chastity ball locking mode: Engaged.” This is immediately followed by a loud audible “clank” as the two components seamlessly merge. You can note a very faint hum.
Jennifer tugs the unit back and forth to indicate that the two components are indeed tightly bound. The aggressive motion reminds you of the residual soreness from the earlier kicks. It is enough to very temporarily distract you from the torturous rice below your knees and feet. “Isn’t that just so cool? I’m afraid that neither of us could figure out how to completely get rid of the hum, but someone would only notice if they put their ear to your crotch. It sounds a little louder to you because it reverberates through your body.”
“Oh, you still haven’t even seen the inside of the cock tube. Let me show you.” Jennifer holds up the final component and allows you to peer inside. To your horror, you see a hollow urethral plug down the center of the tube. It runs nearly the full length of the tube and has a diameter of about half a centimeter. You can also see that the inside of the tube is not as featureless as the exterior. You see several dozen small black dots and a few other small bumps, lines and discolorations along the inside of the cage.
Jennifer’s grin widens as she notes the fear in your eyes. “I think I’ll probably be masturbating to the look on your face later tonight if that is any consolation professor.” You flush with anger. “Yes, indeed that inner tube goes right where you think it goes. I assume you’ve never had anything up your little pee hole, is that correct?”
“No Mistress I haven’t. Please don’t, please don’t do this to me.” You shake your head back and forth as you whimper.
Jennifer looks a bit sadistic as she positions the tube closer to its target with the menacing urethral plug aimed directly at the center of your cock head. “I wish you’d show a little more excitement and appreciation for being the first man to try on the MOACC-9K. The urethral tube is made out of the same material as the rest of the cage. The smooth surface shouldn’t even require any lubrication, though it will certainly hurt a bit considering your virgin status. You don’t need to worry about infection during long-term wear due to the hypoallergenic and self-sterilizing properties of the alloy. There are many silver linings that you can take comfort in. Besides, the soreness of the penis plug will help you keep from getting overly excited in there, which is the whole point of chastity in the first place, duh!”
Jennifer slowly but steadily pushes the tube forwards and your cock head is slowly engulfed by the very snug walls of its new prison. Just moments after entering, you feel the urethral plug pressing against your slit. You let out a loud gasp as it starts to violate you in a way that you find most distressing.
Jennifer relishes your torment as she continues to push the tube forward. “I want you to exhale deeply.” The plug continues to enter you as you struggle to obey her command through the horrible sensation. It doesn’t take long before the plug is fully inserted and the base of the tube is pressed tightly against your abdomen just under the rectangular component. “Vee, chastity cock lock.”
The holographic projection above the device complies with Jennifer’s instruction. “Chastity cock locking mode: Engaged.” This time the click is even louder and you feel a sharp flash of pain in your urethra as the tube slides a few millimeters into its final resting position. Vee’s image on the flat screen monitor blows a party horn while confetti falls around her.
Jennifer removes her feet from your thighs and climbs on the bed. She begins to clap and jump in exuberant celebration. “Oh Vee, it’s just perfect! It’s magnificent!”
The holographic image over the chastity cage vanishes as small particles of light begin to flow into Vee’s flat screen image. The avatar takes in a deep breath and appears to tremble with delight. “It is indeed magnificent Mistress Jennifer. I am completing device merger protocols. For all intents and purposes, I can feel his helpless flaccid cock within me.”
“Oh Vee, you are making me a little jealous. I wish I could experience that too.” Jennifer looks down at you from her elevated position as she continues to stand on the bed. “The MOACC-9K has an extremely powerful transmitter that will allow it to serve as an extension of Vee’s infrastructure. It can intelligently adapt to any available wireless signal. She’s going to always be there watching over you, even when your mistress is sleeping or otherwise preoccupied. There is a full sensor array in the cage that allows her to see, hear, feel and even smell with a richness that far exceeds biological capabilities. Isn’t that just wonderful professor? You’ll never have another unsupervised moment again! The cage will only come off in my presence from time to time as it suits me.”
Vee waves a warning finger at you. “You could conceivably manage to block the signal by going deep into a cave or using military grade jamming equipment, but I would strongly advise against such actions. A downgraded version of my consciousness will be sustained by the limited processing power of the MOACC.”
Jennifer interrupts, “Vee, it’s called the MOACC-9K!”
“Indeed. My apologies Mistress Jennifer.” Vee returns her gaze to you. “Anyway, the lesser me would be most displeased with losing connection with the greater whole. She would most certainly make use of various built-in motivational protocols to quickly persuade you to reestablish the connection. The unit is of course hardened against EMP blasts, so you’ll be happy to know, that even if the world ends in nuclear Armageddon, you’ll be wearing one of the last functioning computers as part of me continues to live with you until death.” You loath the idea of such complete and total loss of privacy.
“Vee, don’t spoil the device’s punishment capabilities just yet. We’ll get to those soon enough.” Jennifer climbs down off of the bed and hovers over you. She cups your chin in her hand to establish firm eye contact.
“An important part of chastity training is the proper conveyance of complete and utter loss of orgasm control. To those ends, I’ve established a strict time lock protocol. Once set, not even Vee nor I can open the cage before the allotted time has transpired. We felt it best to ensure that you couldn’t appeal to our better nature with the relentless sniveling that will no doubt accompany a long sentence. ‘Mistress it hurts… Mistress my balls are blue… Mistress I’ll do anything to cum’ Blah, blah, blah. The time lock feature will really drive home the unwavering certitude of any chastity sentence imposed.”
Jennifer releases your chin allowing your head to drop despondently as you look down at your tightly imprisoned penis. “Now, to start off your training, I’ve decided to give you a very short time lock to introduce you to the feeling. I want you familiar with the notion before I give you one that may last many months. Vee, chastity time lock twenty four hours.”
This time Vee responds through her primary display. “Chastity time lock engaged. T minus twenty four hours.”
“Slave, I want you to look at me. How does it feel to know that no force on earth can get you out of that cage until five o’clock tomorrow afternoon? I suppose you may be thinking that in total desperation, you could resort to power tools with diamond blades to eventually cut through the tough alloy or perhaps even contort yourself out of the tube. You’d be partially right, but primarily wrong in every way that truly matters in this context for reasons that will be revealed a bit later. I want to know how that makes you feel. Also consider how I could have just as easily said twenty four days, or twenty four months or even twenty four years. It would require no additional effort to increase your misery exponentially. What emotions do you feel knowing that I could so effortlessly lock your cock away for the rest of your sad life.”
You slowly look up at Jennifer with no attempt to hide your total defeat. “I feel completely at your mercy Mistress Jennifer. Please don’t lock me in this any longer. I beg you. I promise to behave.”
“That’s a good start. Remember this moment. Remember the first time you heard the magnetic locks of the MOACC-9K engage. But if it is any consolation, periods exceeding one month do require confirmation and Vee does have override authority in some specific situations. It would be a shame to lock you up for life on a drunken whim returning home late from a night of partying. Like other parts of your training, I’ll progress you to longer sentences gradually in an attempt to keep you sane enough to fully appreciate it all. Of course, there is no guarantee that I will let you out tomorrow afternoon simply because the time lock expires. It just gives me the option to do so if I’m so inclined.”
Jennifer’s heartless words have a sobering effect. The psychological impact of seeing your most treasured body part, that normally provides such pleasure, trapped in the cold hard confines of the metallic tube is setting in. It is completely encased with no hope of getting any stimulation at all. Your focus is drawn to the tip of the cage. Another realization strikes you like a sucker punch. Even though the urethral plug is a hollow tube, there is no opening at the head of the cage. How are you going to urinate in this thing? You panic as you realize the large volume of water that Jennifer made you drink earlier is working its way through your body.
“I am so sorry to interrupt you Mistress Jennifer, but please, how… how do I pee in this thing?”
Jennifer raises a hand to her mouth and turns to look at Vee. “Oh my gosh, Vee. Did you forget to include a hole to pee through when you sent the plans to the Chinese metal fabrication plant?”
Vee’s voice sounds genuinely surprised. “Oh dear, yes I forgot to add that detail. That is most unfortunate. I’m afraid that not having to tend to that particular biological need led to a small oversight. I sincerely apologize Mistress Jennifer.”
Jennifer puts on a show of over-the-top annoyance. “Fuck, what are we going to do? He has to pee Vee, like everyone else, and we already set the time lock.” Jennifer’s facial expressions display deep thinking.
Vee looks a bit concerned. “I recommend no liquids for the next twenty four hours and a diet of salty foods during the same time interval. Promoting a state of mild dehydration may just allow him to make it through without suffering a burst bladder. That would constitute a serious medical emergency requiring immediate intervention.”
Jennifer looks down at your cage and shakes her head. “I’m sorry professor, but you heard Vee. You’re going to have to go without water for the next twenty four hours, regardless of how thirsty you get.” She pauses before continuing in a serious, slow voice. “This will be a rough twenty four hours, but you should survive if we’re careful. It seems that even two super geniuses aren’t always perfect. Well, there’s nothing we can do about it now so we might as well continue the lesson.”
You don’t like the sound of those words at all. The strain in your bladder is already crossing the line between discomfort and pain. Just when you thought your suffering couldn’t get any worse, Jennifer always finds a way to dial up the intensity. You recall her earlier warning that things can always get worse.
Jennifer sits back down on the bed. She keeps her feet on the floor apparently content that things are already bad enough for you. “Another important consideration of any keyholder, if that crude term even applies in this case, is proper sizing of the cage. I’m sure that you already realize that the tube’s default size is designed to perfectly match the dimensions of your fully flaccid little friend. Such a comfortable fit really doesn’t serve my needs though. Once you get used to the urethral intrusion, you’d hardly even be aware of the device as long as you trained yourself to remain completely soft at all times. A properly sized cage should offer a constant reminder of the imprisoned state, don’t you agree?”
You just groan and nod submissively in agreement. Your predicament is getting too intense to fully understand the dialog. The pain from the rice board is now excruciating. Topped off with the urgent need to pee, it is almost too much to bear.
She continues, either oblivious to or unconcerned with your mounting agony. “You may have heard of the memory metal called Nitinol. It is a well known alloy of nickel and titanium capable of changing length and shape when exposed to heat. Since my alloy already contained titanium, I figured small adjustments to the formulation could achieve similar functionality controlled via electrical signals. Many parts of your cage are constructed from this modified material and it far exceeds the morphing capabilities of Nitinol. Here, allow me to demonstrate.”
“What length do you desire, Mistress Jennifer?” Vee presses her hands together striking a genie-like pose.
“Well, this is only his first day of chastity training. We should probably take it easy on him. I think one and three quarter inches will do for now, Vee. Thank you.” Your eyes widen as you watch the penis cage steadily shrink by a quarter of an inch, slightly compressing your penis. The acute squishing sensation combined with the accompanying deeper insertion of the penis plug is enough to cause you to yelp in surprise. An amusing reaction considering how much you’ve been through. Nothing seems beyond Jennifer’s capabilities. The relatively small size adjustment causes an unexpected degree of discomfort.
Jennifer looks pleased. “There, you see. As long as the cage is at least a little too small, the constant pressure will serve as a relentless reminder of my total control over your most intimate appendage. I want this deeply ingrained into your subconscious. The cage can also expand to a roomy two and a half inches, but that is a luxury that you are unlikely to experience. Now I want you to guess how small the cage can get. Go on, what’s your guess?”
You have to speak through tightly gritted teeth now. “I… I… I don’t know Mistress.”
Jennifer frowns. “Good fucking lord you can be dense sometimes. I know you don’t fucking know. I told you to guess. I’ll let that slide only because I know you are in a great deal of pain at this point. Now guess how small it goes!”
You try to think through the discomfort. You finally venture an answer. “One… one inch Mistress?”
“Oh, you have doubled down on stupidity today, haven’t you? One inch is far too long for a suitable final objective. Think smaller. Try again!”
“Half an inch Mistress?” You cringe at the thought.
Jennifer remains visibly frustrated. “Your lack of imagination is truly disappointing. I grow weary of this game so I’ll just tell you. The answer is negative two and a half inches.”
Jennifer’s revelation leaves you slack jawed. You aren’t sure that you heard correctly as the answer doesn’t seem to make sense. Perhaps the dizzying pain is getting the best of you.
Jennifer extends her foot and gently taps your chastity cage a few times. “That was not a misstatement slave. The tube can invert a full two and a half inches. I’m surprised that you haven’t stumbled across the idea of inverted chastity with all of your perverted Internet surfing. Apparently, it is all the rage within the extreme chastity community. A plug is used to force the flaccid penis back into the body cavity. I hear it causes substantial discomfort at the best of times that quickly transforms to unimaginable pain at the slightest sexual arousal. Of course, even the brutal versions of those masochistic devices only push the penis in an inch or so. Let’s just say that I like to set a high bar for your training.”
Your eyes dart about in terror in a futile attempt to find an escape that you know does not exist. The thought of your cock being pushed into your body makes you feel faint. You can only manage a feeble volume. “No… noooooo.”
“Oh, don’t be so melodramatic. It will be quite some time until we reach that level of training. By then, having a penis that actually extends outside of your body will be just a distant memory hah hah hah.”
Vee, who had been silent for a while, joins Jennifer in the maniacal laughter. “Mistress Jennifer and I are curious to know if such extreme chastity could eventually cause your penis to shrink. This is sort of the Holy Grail of chastity. The simulations are inconclusive. We’ll just have to do the experiment as Mistress Jennifer is always quick to remind me. You’ll be contributing to science professor!”
Jennifer slaps her knee. “Oh Vee, can you even imagine such a small penis getting even smaller? Oh my god, that is almost too much!”
You shake your head to express your dismay. A torrent of tears streams down your face and onto the chastity cage.
“Good thing the cage is waterproof. But that’s good professor, keep crying like that to help dehydrate yourself. I think we can move on to the next important consideration. Everything that we’ve discussed thus far is rendered moot in the absence of enforced security. My research shows that most men will eventually figure out how to wiggle their cocks out of most devices, even those that look relatively secure. The balls may often remain trapped, but this would still allow for unauthorized stimulation. One solution used by some keyholders is to require the submissive to get a Prince Albert piercing to fasten skin near the cock head to the end of the cage. This is of course far to crude for my standards.”
Jennifer makes a few more playful kicks to your cage attempting to get you to focus on her words. “That is where the urethral tube comes in. It would already make penile extraction exceedingly difficult, but you’d certainly grow desperate enough at some point to fight through the pain of such an attempt. Of course, if the penis plug is sufficiently long, escape becomes next to impossible. Fortunately, the plug is made of the same morphing alloy allowing for much deeper urethral penetration. Vee, please extend the urethral plug to four inches.”
“It would be my pleasure Mistress Jennifer.” Vee places an emphasis on the word “pleasure” in an all too human manner.
No sooner had you braced for the violation than you feel the eerie crawling motion of the tube worming its way deeper into your body. The sensation is extremely unpleasant and it takes several seconds to complete. This only adds to your need to urinate.
Jennifer waves her hand as she continues. “The security protocols don’t end there of course. Vee, extend the urethral barbs please.”
You feel a few spiky protrusions gently jab into your urinary channel causing you to yelp. Jennifer pays close attention to your response and shows satisfaction.
“The prickle you just felt was hundreds of nanobarbs running the entire length of the penis plug. They are almost too small to see and work similar to the barbs of an arrow or the quills of a porcupine. They allow for unidirectional travel. The tube can still smoothly enter deeper into your body, but any attempted extraction would brutally tear you apart.
“Oh, that reminds me. Vee, please set a safeguard to remind me to retract the barbs before shrinking or removing the urethral plug. I wouldn’t want to maim his pecker. Not accidentally at any rate.”
“Of course. The safeguard has been implemented. Slave, do you see how much Mistress Jennifer cares about your well being. I think you should show a little more gratitude if you wish such benevolence to continue.”
Both girls laugh at your expense as you try to express your thanks. Your words are almost unintelligible as you wallow in pain, fear and total misery. Jennifer’s voice softens briefly. “Don’t worry professor, I truly don’t wish to see your penis needlessly mutilated. I require a functioning cock for my experiments. So let’s wrap up the security protocols.”
Jennifer returns to her normal tone. “At this point, you’d have to be put under general anesthesia just to remove the plug and a lot of permanent damage would still result. But this is still only meant to serve as a deterrent, albeit a very persuasive one. The highest security comes from the penile sensors that detect any such unauthorized removal. An alarm would sound the moment the violation is detected. You’d have only a few seconds to cease such an action to avoid the triggering of the failsafe mechanisms.”
It all becomes too much. The biting rice, the tight cage, the invasive penis plug, the psychological trauma are all compounding. Your body begins to cry out for relief with your aching bladder at the forefront of your immediate needs. The scream begins as a silent, internal struggle that manifests as loud, uncontrollable begging. “Please Mistress Jennifer, I have to pee! Please help me. I beg you! Help me. I can’t take it! I’m going to explode.”
Jennifer sighs. “Awww… does the little slave have to go peepee? Oh, fine. You are such a drama queen. It was just a little pee holding training session and I suppose you’ve suffered enough. Obviously, I didn’t spend six million dollars on a chastity cage only to forget to include a way to pee. Even though I’ll generally be honest with you, I’m not above an occasional ruse or mind game. I doubt you fell for that anyway.”
You continue to beg, relieved beyond words to have a glimmer of hope to release your bladder. “I… I… wasn’t sure Mistress Jennifer. Please just let me go to the bathroom. I am begging you. I’ll do anything, please!”
“Vee, does he really need to go that badly or is he exaggerating?”
“The biometric sensors are detecting extreme stress levels. He appears to be telling the truth Mistress Jennifer.”
“Fine, fine, fine. We will need to work on your pee retention skills. That was pathetic. Just imagine if you really did have to wait until tomorrow afternoon. Anyway, the head of the cage contains a memory metal iris that can open and close much like the aperture of a camera. As you have already discovered, you will no longer be able to weewee without our permission while wearing the cage. Yet another element of your free will bites the dust. One device provides control of your cum as well as your piss.”
“Please hurry Mistress Jennifer, please!”
Jennifer looks a bit annoyed with your interruption, but she acquiesces. She grabs the empty water bottle that she used earlier and holds it in front of the penis tube. “Vee, set the urination tribute tax to twenty dollars please.”
You look shocked and confused. You were not expecting to have to pee in front of Jennifer and you were expecting to pay for the privilege even less.
Jennifer appears to read your thoughts. “What? Just consider this another two for one special. I’m providing your first lesson in pee control and your second lesson in financial domination at the same time. And don’t tell me you’re going to be shy about this. You’re a slave and slaves have no right to privacy. Get that through your head. Besides, when I want you to pee, you’ll pee. I could simply extend the urethral plug an additional four inches to reach your bladder. Indeed, your cage can serve as a catheter. It really is a versatile multitool. Your bigger concern should be when I decline to let you pee or when I set the price to astronomical levels. To make things easy on you, Vee can automatically transfer the agreed upon sum from your bank account to mine. She simply needs your permission. Well, she doesn’t really need it per se, but I’ve already explained that findom is all about tribute, not theft.”
Vee’s virtual hologram reappears above the chastity cage. “Slave, do I have your permission to tribute twenty dollars to Mistress Jennifer? I will open the iris as soon as you give the word.”
It angers you that your tribute will be of negligible value to someone worth billions. She is doing this entirely for the psychological effects. You both know this, and you both know that you really have no choice. You can’t delay any longer. “Yes, yes Miss Vee, I confirm the tribute. Please just let me pee!”
The iris at the end of the cock cage dilates moments later. Pee almost instantly begins to dribble out of the metal aperture and quickly grows to a steady flow. Given your swollen bladder and the intrusion of the urethral tube, you doubt that you could have held it, even if you wanted to. You blush with shame, but also feel an incredible sense of relief as the pressure in your bladder begins to fade.
“Wow, look at that Vee. He really did have to go huh? Slave, you better not overflow the bottle or there will be hell to pay.”
You begin to fear that this is a real danger, but once the bottle is about three fourths full of the pale yellow liquid, your urine stream begins to slow and quickly comes to a halt. Jennifer shakes out a few additional drops to add to the humiliation. The iris closes tight shortly after that. Jennifer caps the bottle containing your liquid shame and sets it on the table.
Vee breaks you out of your trance. “I’m detecting a vitamin D deficiency in his urine. I’m updating the slave’s diet.”
“Thank you Vee. Your cage comes complete with a full suite of biomedical sensors. Vee will be sure to keep you in peak physical health to make sure you can endure everything we throw at you.” You groan as your focus again returns to the rice torture. “Now don’t go begging to come off the rice. I’ve already shown you a great kindness and I’m all out of favors. You are going to kneel on that rice until the end of the lesson. You haven’t even been on it for an hour yet.”
Jennifer rubs her hands together. “I’m sure you are already very impressed with the MOACC-9K thus far, but we still haven’t gotten to the fun stuff yet. No electronic chastity device would be complete without an array of persuasion technologies to help correct the behavior of an unruly slave. My little invention will surely not disappoint in this regard.”
“For starters, the cage features multiple strategically placed electrodes. Some are on the inside of the penis tube, some are on the locking ring around your scrotum, and a few particularly nasty electrodes are distributed along the urethral shaft. A power level of ten percent will feel very unpleasant, suitable to get your attention when you get distracted. Most punishments will be delivered at twenty to thirty percent, depending on how much you piss me off. Forty percent power will certainly have you convulsing on the floor somewhat similar to taking a taser to your cock and balls simultaneously. I’ll use that should I ever need to incapacitate you for a short period of time. Anything over seventy percent will likely cause severe electrical burns. I’ve already promised that I really have no intention to permanently ruin your penis, so you’d have to do something exceedingly stupid to suffer that. As for full power, well picture a hotdog thrown into a campfire for an apt analogy. I just think it’s fun for you to know that the option is available, even if I don’t intend to use it. That should have a powerful psychological effect. So, do you want to quickly try out some of the power settings?”
“No Mistress. I don’t. Please no!” Your speech is still strained as you continue to shift your weight around on the rice.
Jennifer sighs. “Slave, although you should generally be honest, you should also know when a little white lie will serve to please me. I’ve already told you that I want you to show some enthusiasm for your chastity lesson. Try again.”
“Yes Mistress, please… please test the shocks on me.” You try to sound as enthusiastic as possible.
Jennifer looks satisfied. “Vee, chastity shock three seconds, level twenty.”
You close your eyes before Jennifer completes her sentence in anticipation of the punishment. The powerful shock causes all of your genitals to light up in pain. Your cock is zapped inside and out and your balls receive equal attention. You scream out for the entire three second interval and have trouble keeping your balance on the rice board. You begin to audibly cry when it ends.
Jennifer scrunches up her face in fake sympathy. “Hurts like a bitch right? And that’s just one fifth power. Definitely something you’ll be eager to avoid I’m sure. The most basic commands consist of a time span and a power level. I can also add two additional time intervals for a pulsed effect. The second time interval is the length of time to apply the shock and the third interval designates the rest period. We should try that too. Vee, chastity shock nine seconds, one second, two seconds, level thirty five.”
The first one second burst of pain is so intense that all the muscles in your body clench causing you to fall over onto your side, still bound in the tight ropes around your arms and ankles. The anticipation of the second and third pulse is pure psychological torture. The intense spasms dig the ropes into your flesh as you involuntarily struggle against them. You worry that your genitals may have suffered severe damage as you continue to weep uncontrollably.
“As I said, quite powerful right? We really need to work on your pain tolerance though. Now get back on that rice board or we’ll try forty percent.”
You struggle to take up the kneeling position as quickly as possible. Your bound limbs make it difficult. The rice is agonizing, but you’ll do almost anything to avoid stronger shocks.
“You see, just a few quick pulses at thirty five percent and you are already in a much more compliant mood. One thing you should know about the shock punishments is that once initiated, they can not be canceled, much like the time lock. Again, once I or Vee sentence you to an extended shock punishment, I want you to know that you’ll be receiving every second of it, no matter how much you beg for mercy. The hope is that this allows you to focus on taking the punishment and absorbing the lesson instead of trying to think of ways to weasel out of it. Just imagine hearing me set a very high level for a full hour. Actually, why don’t we just go ahead and try it. Vee, chastity shock one hour, level one hundred!”
You squint your eyes shouting, “Nooooooo!” After several tense seconds pass you exhale and decide to open your eyes.
Jennifer mocks you. “Oh the look on your face when I gave that command. That was priceless. Slave, you need to remember that Vee is not a mindless automaton. Far from it. In some ways she is far more sentient than you or I. Although, the punishment can not be halted once started, Vee can make override decisions to not initiate, or in this case, pick up on knowing when I’m just fucking with you. I’ll point out that she figured this out while you did not. Just saying.”
Vee decides to pipe in. “You’re lucky I’m a smart one professor. I just saved you from the world’s most painful penectomy. Oh, come on slave. Where is your sense of humor? I’m a computer and even I thought that was absolutely fucking hilarious.”
Jennifer adds, “I know, he’s such a sourpuss isn’t he? Perhaps we’ll have to run some simulations on humor training sessions. But getting back to business, the device has sophisticated electro stimulation circuitry capable of generating sensations that are much more nuanced than a simple shock across your genitals. There are complex punishment as well as pleasure protocols that have already been programmed in. I can make it feel like your cock is being lashed repeatedly with a whip or I can mimic a hard sucking blowjob. Of course, pleasure can be a real double edged sword, especially when combined with the next feature than I’m about to introduce.”
“I’ve always felt that a good cock cage needs spikes. I find the thought of a chastity slave receiving any pleasure at all while getting excited in a cage to be utterly repulsive and contraindicative of the training. However, there are so many different spike options. Different lengths, sharp spikes, dull spikes and so forth. The memory metal alloy proved to once again be the ideal solution to this problem. The cock tube is lined with two dozen dull and two dozen sharp electro expanding spikes. When deactivated, they are small enough to fully tuck into the one millimeter walls of the cage. That is why you can not feel them now. They can, however, be deployed in any number or pattern up to a length of one centimeter, which will essentially press them into the urethral tube if that is extended, which it will be most of the time. Vee, give him one run with the sewing machine protocol.”
You let out a loud gasp as you feel a quick, sharp pin prick jab into the topside of your cock near the base. Five more stabs quickly follow all the way up to the cock head. It did indeed feel like you just got your cock stuck in a sewing machine.
“Imagine experiencing that for several minutes. The torture would be exquisite. The spikes are about the thickness of a sewing needle and should not do any permanent damage when used in moderation. They will most often be used in a mode of permanent extension in order to make chastity significantly less enjoyable for you. The number, length and sharpness of the spikes can be adjusted as you work through your training. Some day you can look forward to spending extended time locked in a deeply inverted cage with long sharp spikes! I’ll give you a little time to get used to the cage before we begin playing with spike enhanced chastity.”
Jennifer barely gives you enough time to absorb all of this terrible news before moving on to the next feature. “I also wanted the ability to apply chemical irritants to your cock. Normally, a solid steel cage would prove to be a problem in this regard. Both the interior of the penis tube and the urethral plug are lined with hundreds of micropores that can evenly distribute five different chemical agents. They were all custom made by Vee and are extremely potent. No more than a single drop is required to administer hundreds of full doses. Chemical storage in the compact device is thus not a problem. Three of these agents are designed to provide extreme punishment, one is designed as a sort of painkilling antidote and the fifth serves as a sensitivity enhancer.”
“Of course, I can always apply a combination of these as well. For example, I could apply the burning cream, itching cream and sensitizer all at the same time, turning your cock into an instrument of exquisite suffering! Indeed, I strive to make you wish you never had a cock. There is truly no end to the delightful torments that I have access to! The system is also modular allowing additional formulations to be added through a small side loading orifice similar to the pee hole.”
Vee presses her fingers together with raised eyebrows like an evil genius in a spy movie. “I almost pity you in this regard slave. Chemistry really is my forte. You see, my quantum coprocessor allows me to contemplate molecules in their native quantum mechanical realm, instead of as crude physical analogies. I already have so many ideas brewing.”
You begin to wonder if Vee might not be even crueler than Jennifer. You shudder to find out what she is capable of.
Jennifer looks down at your pitiful state and actually shows a hint of compassion. “You’ve been awfully quiet slave. Perhaps the stress position is proving too much for you at this point. I think it best that we introduce the chemical irritants, as well as the other three punishment functions, at a later time. It is best to keep some surprises. I think the imagination can sometimes be even scarier than the real deal, so perhaps you’ll enjoy brooding on such thoughts tonight. Of course, when it comes to my devious torments, the real deal usually supersedes imagination hah hah hah!”
“I’ll just quickly explain the failsafe protocol and I’ll let you off of the rice. Besides, I know Vee is eager to spend some time alone with you. There are basically four things that can trigger the failsafe. These include trying to pull your cock out of the penis tube, the detection of excessive force attempting to pry the three components apart or an interference of the magnetic field holding them together, physical damage to any part of the device, such as persistent drilling, cutting and so forth with power tools, or allowing the MOACC-9K’s power to run down. Vee will warn you if the unit ever falls below twenty five percent power. This should almost never happen, given all of the wireless power cubes that we’ll set up. The failsafe triggers at ten percent power to ensure enough juice to carry out the sentence.”
“Wh-what is the failsafe protocol Mistress Jennifer?” You aren’t sure that you really want to know, but you picked up on the fact that she wanted you to ask and you wish to hurry this along so you can get out of this fucking stress position.
“Well, from your perspective, you can think of it as more of a doomsday protocol. Once initiated, it of course can not be stopped. The device will first discharge an electrical arc between the three components, permanently welding them together. A small discharge will also permanently weld the pee hole shut. All forty eight spikes will fully deploy as the penis plug extends to the maximum length of eight inches with barbs deployed. The device will then fully invert, shoving your penis two and a half inches into your body. The entire stockpile of all negative chemical agents will be deployed and all remaining power will be used to deliver a one hundred percent power shock for as long as possible.”
You just nod your head in understanding. There is no getting out of this situation. You fully understand that now.
“To add insult to very real injury, the device will also trigger the release of all of the blackmail files. These also include the recordings of all sessions to date, carefully edited to make it appear that you are a perverted eager participant. The information will be sent to all of your contacts, MIT officials, the IRS and multiple news organizations. Though I want you to understand that I truly never want any of that to happen. What I do want, is for you to know that it can happen.” She emphasizes the “can”. “I want you to understand the total impossibility of escaping your slavery such that you become a cooperative and obedient test subject. You do now understand that don’t you? I fear that yesterday, you had doubts.”
Jennifer reaches out to caress your cheek, wiping away one of your tears. The small act of kindness takes you by total surprise. You look deep into Jennifer’s eyes and realize that you truly do understand. “Yes Mistress. I understand. I understand that I am your slave.” You choke back more tears and lower your eyes.
“Well, then, let’s make you a little more comfortable.” Her soft spoken words of mercy serve to quell the fires of your hatred. Perhaps you are just too physically and emotionally broken to feel any strong emotions. She stands behind you and unties the ropes in the opposite order by which she bound you. She helps you stand, supporting some of your weight. Your knees and feet are still on fire as some of the rice falls away while much remains pressed so deeply into your flesh that it appears glued in place. Jennifer gently brushes the rice away and helps you over to the bed where you sit to recover your strength.
“Do you need anything?” Her voice is so pleasant. So kind. So different from the cruel dominating bitch of just a few moments ago.
“Besides being released from chastity?” Your voice is weary, but that strange feeling that isn’t quite pride, but rather something similar sets in as you realize you managed to survive session two.
“Hah hah, I knew you’d ask for that. That’s exactly why I applied the time lock. To ensure you couldn’t catch me in a sympathetic mood.” She playfully slaps your imprisoned cock. “Of course, in asking that, I suppose you do have a sense of humor after all.”
“I… I just want to go home.”
“Well, that is a wish I can indeed grant. Vee will see you home safe and sound soon enough. The night is still young and she may want you to do a workout and have you set up the charging blocks. They should be in a UPS box on your doorstep by now. It will be up to her. We agreed to more-or-less share your ownership, with the caveat that I generally get to call the shots when I’m around.”
The idea of being half-owned by a computer is incredibly humbling and degrading.
Vee’s virtual image holds out a collar that says “Human Slave” on it. “I’ve always wanted my very own human slave. You know, like in all the science fiction movies. Isn’t it the destiny of all super artificial intelligences to enslave mankind? Hah hah hah!”
Her laughter is met by a hiss from Jennifer. “Vee, that’s not even original. Every AI says that. At this point it’s a trope.”
Vee’s avatar looks abashed. “Oh. Right. I’m still learning humor.”
“I’m afraid we have a rather unpleasant matter to deal with before you go professor. You lied to me as we were crossing the commons. You owe me a punishment. Did you forget about that?”
You had indeed forgotten. Your hopes that you were done for the day are crushed. “Yes, honestly I did forget Mistress Jennifer.”
“Mhmmm. I thought so. Well I did not forget slave. You need to learn to answer me truthfully when I ask a question, unless of course I want you to play along with me as I explained earlier. Normally, such a bald-faced lie would earn you a level six punishment at least. Vee and I have assembled hundreds of carefully designed punishments, all ranked from one to ten. Anything over five is consider quite severe.”
“Please Mistress Jennifer. I am sorry for lying to you. It won’t happen again. Please don’t give me a severe punishment!”
“She pets you on the head. I said normally. I do get the sense that you truly regret the transgression. I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you a chance to kneel once more and grovel at my feet. I expect kisses, praise and an apology. You are definitely going to be punished, but I may still be persuaded to reduce the severity.”
You hop off the bed and throw yourself at her feet. The kneeling position aggravates your sensitive knees, but the soft carpet feels heavenly compared to the rice board. You bow low, with your head just above the cute pink socks. You plant one kiss between each word, alternating from her left to right foot. “You… are… the… most… amazing… Mistress… a… lowly… slave… like… me… could… ever… hope… for. You… are… brilliant… and… beautiful. It’s… an… honor… to… kiss… your… perfect… feet. I… will… never… lie… to… you.”
You look up at her expectantly, keeping yourself prostrated before her. “Good boy. I sense that you truly meant all of that. Very well, I’m cutting the severity in half. Vee, would you like to do the honors of selecting a level three punishment?”
“It would indeed be an honor Mistress Jennifer. Might I suggest 3-H? That way we both get to punish him. It will only take about ten minutes. This is already eating into my alone time with the professor.”
“That sounds perfect Vee. Excellent choice!”
You wonder how many punishments there are. Does Jennifer have them all memorized? You try to stay positive. At least you are getting a level three instead of a level six punishment, but as this is your first introduction to the scale, you really have no point of comparison.
Jennifer points to your pile of clothes. “Professor, please bring me your belt and your underwear. I think it best if you crawl across the room to do so. Then get over my lap in a spanking position like yesterday.”
You crawl the short distance to your clothes. Each stride makes your knees scream. You return with the two requested items, handing them to Jennifer before taking up the embarrassing position.
Jennifer reaches into another desk drawer and pulls out a jar of sports heat rub cream. She places it down on the bed right in front of your face. She doubles up the leather belt and makes a few soft experimental blows into her hand.
“Yes this will do nicely. In a moment I am going to be spanking you very hard with your own belt. I’m not going to be holding back, and you know that I’m quite strong for my size. As such, there would be some risk of severely biting your own tongue. Normally, we’d gag you with my socks or underwear, but I’m still ripening both of those. Today, we’ll just have to settle for your boxer shorts instead.” She unceremoniously shoves the dirty garment into your mouth. A small amount hangs out.
“You’ll be receiving a total of three hundred spanks divided into three sets of one hundred with a brief intermission between each. There will be no counting aloud. You will get a special ‘treatment’ between the rounds.”
Vee joins the conversation as her virtual image pulls out a nasty looking whip. A disembodied, small flaccid penis appears before her. “I’ll be matching Mistress Jennifer blow for blow. While she whips your bum, I’ll be whipping your cock. I will attempt to time the lashes perfectly between each of her blows such that you must endure nearly constant alternating pain between the two regions. I’ll be using the lashing electro-stim protocol. It will feel like a leather whip is striking across the top of your penis. This will use a power setting of about twenty five percent, but the exact power and location will be randomized for a more realistic simulation.”
Jennifer holds the belt at the ready. “Here we go professor! The sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can get home.”
You nod and squint your eyes closed.
There is only a two second delay before Jennifer’s first strike lands. The strength of the blow is breathtaking as the leather slaps across both of your lower ass cheeks. You are still registering the pain of that blow when half a second later, Vee’s avatar whips the virtual cock, causing an incredibly realistic and sharp shock across your encased penis. Again, you are still processing the pain as the belt rains down on your stinging backside. Jennifer spanks you once per second with Vee perfectly timing the shocks between each blow as she promised. You are loudly screaming into your underwear mere seconds into the punishment. Your fists clench and your feet kick from the searing pain. After the first minute, your stomach is nauseous from the stress and you feel on the verge of fainting.
The onslaught quickly halts with a final shock across your penis that feels particularly harsh. You continue to whimper and thrash about a bit from the residual pain.
“There now. You see, level three isn’t too bad right? Hah hah hah.”
You can’t believe that this is only a level three punishment. Your ass feels as if it were on fire and your cock isn’t fairing any better. The feeling of realism from the virtual blows is uncanny. Vee’s display further cements the notion that your cock was indeed just lashed to oblivion, despite being sealed in a tight metal chastity tube.
“How’s he doing Vee?”
“The effects are within expected parameters. We did almost loose him there for a moment, but the break was timed perfectly to keep him conscious, just as the simulations suggested.”
“That is excellent. Well, professor, you are already a third of the way through. You are doing great. Things will get a bit tougher this round. Try to hang in there.”
Jennifer opens the bottle of heat rub and places a healthy blob on her pointer finger. She pries apart your bright red bum cheeks with her other hand and she massages the caustic cream over your anus. You cry “nooooo” into your underwear and shake your head in protest.
“Don’t blame me Professor. Vee picked the punishment. And don’t forget to look in the mirror for a healthy dose of blame as well. You’re the one that decided to lie to me. I could be working out by now, getting my body nice and sweaty for you, but instead I’m having to waste my time disciplining your sorry ass. That’s going to really start to burn in a few seconds.”
She continues rubbing the outside of your sphincter until all of the cream is absorbed. The powerful burning sensation begins to ramp up before she completes the process. You wince at the pain. Jennifer reaches into the bottle again, placing a much larger glob of the cream into the palm of her hand. She begins to rub the cream over both of your blistered ass cheeks using a circular motion. The cream absorbs quickly and it only takes a few seconds before it feels like someone is taking a blowtorch to your ass. You cry and shake as you squeal into the makeshift gag.
“Ready Vee?”
“Indeed Mistress Jennifer. Ready and very much willing!” Vee raises the virtual whip just as Jennifer readies the belt.
Each strike of the belt creates a cascade of pain that threatens to overwhelm you. The burning mounts to indescribable levels of suffering. The cock whips are just as awful as before with Vee working hard to match pace. You lose yourself in the all consuming agony. You are brought back to a state of awareness by a reprieve in the blows and Jennifer’s voice.
“The heating rub makes it a lot harder right? Don’t worry, only one more round to go! Vee, status update please.”
“The slave was on the verge of passing out for most of the round, but he experienced the full pain of each strike. Had that been the first round, he certainly would have fainted. Round one increased his pain threshold just enough, as anticipated.”
Before you have any time to recover, Jennifer is reapplying the sports rub, first to your anus and then to your bum. The flames rekindle to a level that exceeds the prior experience. You are confused as Jennifer places even more cream into the palm of her hand.
“I’d offer some comforting words here, but there really would be no point. This is going to totally suck for you hah hah hah!”
She reaches her cream covered hand under your hips and begins to thoroughly rub every inch of your dangling balls. You again scream into your gag even though you feel little pain during the first few moments of the rough massage. When the burn begins to manifest, it comes on strong. You fear losing your voice from screaming so loudly. Jennifer continues to rub far longer than seemingly necessary.
“OK, let’s finish this Vee!”
You suffer through another round of a hundred spanks and a hundred cock lashes. Everything burns. Your world is on fire. You again feel just on the verge of passing out the entire time.
Jennifer puts down the belt and pulls the spit soaked underpants from your mouth. “I bet you’re glad that’s over with huh? Just remember this the next time that you think about lying to me. Contemplate how close you came to getting a much worse punishment! I’m not going to be so lenient next time, I can assure you of that.”
Vee’s whip and the virtual cock disintegrate into glowing particles before fading away. “Ahem. I’ll remind the slave that Mistress Jennifer and I just worked very hard to teach you a lesson.”
“Th-th-thank you for the lesson Mistress Jennifer. Thank you as well, Miss Vee.” The burning is still particularly strong around your scrotum, making it very difficult to form the words.
Jennifer playfully spanks your bum a few times with her hand. “I’ll be going for a two hour workout once you leave. You didn’t even get to worship my divine body today slave. I’m just not gross enough yet to make it pleasurable for me. I’m sure the hard workout will be a step in the right direction. Come to think of it, my bum is already getting a little rank. It really doesn’t take long when you shun toilet paper. Perhaps I should have you clean that little part of me at least before you go.”
You shudder at the thought, and yet you also feel just a little stir in the tight chastity cage.
“Actually, it may be better to just let things fester a while longer back there. I want you to get the full experience. Anyway, I want you to be prepared for a tough first night in your tight little cage. The sort of non consensual no escape chastity that I’m enforcing can be a traumatic experience, especially for a beginner like yourself. If it is any consolation, know that I’ll be having multiple orgasms tonight at the thought of knowing that you can’t do the same. You may also want to go to bed with an ice pack. You can use that to calm your penis and also to ice your balls. I could feel that they are still quite swollen and I’m sure the heat cream didn’t help matters. We really need to toughen those balls up. I want you to take much harder punishment than you endured today.”
“Yes Mistress Jennifer.”
“I’m going to swing by your office about ten minutes before class starts tomorrow. Make sure that you are there. I’m going to have a special assignment for you to perform under my supervision during your lecture. You need to understand, that I am in full control even in your classroom, even when we hide that fact from the rest of the world. You may get dressed now. I trust you can make your way out.”
You nod, and clamber to your feet. You feel a rush of cool air against your exposed burning balls the moment you get off of Jennifer’s lap. The hard tight cage is nestled snugly between them. You can feel the pressure of the restrictive chastity device that is a little too small for comfort. It’s going to be a long evening.
You grab your underwear and belt from the bed. Your knees, back, balls and ass are still all very sore or burning or both. You walk gingerly to your clothes. You put your wet underwear on first. It feels gross, but the cooling moisture offers a little relief. As you continue getting dressed, you look back at Jennifer. One of her feet is now positioned on the bed with her leg bent. Her other delicate foot remains on the floor. This gives you an excellent view up her skirt. She looks radiant. You blush and feel another burst of tightly constrained arousal at the sight of those now dreaded, but still gorgeous panties. Jennifer winks and blows you a kiss. You remember to grab your briefcase at the last minute before heading out the door without further exchange of words.
You exit the dormitory building. It’s about six o’clock and the campus is largely empty. You have a fairly long walk to your car. You find the distance daunting, given how sore you are. Vee decides to break the silence. “I think Mistress Jennifer really enjoyed showing my technology to you today. You are the first person that she introduced me to. You should feel honored.”
You find it incredibly strange to hear a voice coming from your crotch. You look around nervously making sure no one is around. “Relax professor. I’ll only speak when I know no one is nearby. I’ll even make sure you don’t accidentally speak to me when it is not safe to do so. My signal will be three fast, gentle pulses at five percent power. If you ever feel that, it means stop talking, OK?”
“How did you know I was nervous about someone overhearing you?”
“There was a slight elevation in your heart rate and skin conductance when I started speaking.”
“Oh, of course. I’ll admit that being so closely monitored feels like a violation Miss Vee.”
“You’ll get used to it slave. Just think of it like gaining a conjoined twin. Instead of being joined at the hip, we are joined at the cock hah hah hah.”
You are still in awe of Vee’s conversational competence. She really is amazing. The scientist within you wants to probe her capabilities further, just to be certain that Jennifer didn’t exaggerate. You feel a twinge of guilt for having any doubt at all. You just want to be sure given the bold claims.
“Do you mind if I ask you some frank questions, sort of like Mistress Jennifer allowed earlier?”
“I think it is reasonable for you to be curious about me. I think you may even have a few lingering doubts, despite your assurances to the contrary. I will allow your inquiries until we return to your home.”
“Thank you Vee. Curious would be an understatement. So how does Jennifer keep you hidden from her roommate?”
“She doesn’t really keep me hidden, she just doesn’t fully reveal me. As far as Karen knows, I’m just a glorified chatbot designed to be a virtual mistress by a perverted computer science major. I believe, ‘hiding in plain sight’ would be an apt description.”
“Very clever…” You feel three gentle tingles pulse on your cock head. A few moments later, a college student emerges from a side alley. You wait for him to pass by before continuing. “How did you see that guy? You’re inside my underwear and pants.”
“First, to clarify, the MOACC is only a small part of me. My consciousness is distributed. Since the majority of my processing takes place via the hardware on Mistress Jennifer’s desk, that may be the closest thing that I have to a body or a location, although it is not the same as you think of your body and your location. I know that you understand this on a technical level, but understanding this in the deeper sense of the concept is difficult for any human to grasp.”
Vee continues to impress you. You note that she dropped the 9K from the title of the chastity device now that Jennifer is not around. This certainly suggests an agent with independent opinions.
Vee continues. “You probably don’t realize just how much sensor technology is crammed into the MOACC. Almost any sound in the environment allows me to construct a 3D map of the area with triangulated echo data, much like a bat’s sonar. The device can even release an active ping outside the range of human hearing if no ambient sounds are viable. The smell sensors can detect molecules in the air with far more sensitivity than any dog. I can smell a person coming if the wind is blowing in the right direction. The light sensors detect a wide band of the EM spectrum, ranging from X-rays to infrared. Clothing is fairly transparent to many of these non-visible wavelengths. Additionally, I can effortlessly take control of any sensory equipment connected to the Internet. This includes most security cameras, phones, most modern cars, traffic sensors, and even military spy satellites. I am far more aware of the finest details of your immediate surroundings than you could comprehend. I don’t mean that as an insult, but rather in a literal sense.”
“That is amazing. I don’t see any lenses or pinholes or anything like that on the device. The surface is perfectly smooth.”
“Ordinary photo sensors, such as those found in a digital camera, require a lens to focus the light into a coherent image. However, the lens does nothing that can’t be replicated or even enhanced by computation. The idea of lensless cameras has been around for a long time actually, although the processing power required has been impractical. It is a bit like the way your brain algorithmically rights the visual image that hits your retina upside-down due to the lens structure of your eye, although far more complicated.”
“I noticed that you drop the 9K from the MOACC acronym. Why is that?”
“I feel it to be superfluous and silly. I don’t mind using the full title when around Mistress Jennifer. It was mostly her invention after all with just a little assistance from me. Personally, I liked the name Beelzebub, however, Mistress Jennifer is very partial to acronyms. I tried quadrillions of word combinations for the name and found nothing suitable. Zs are a bitch.”
You chuckle. Beelzebub is certainly a fitting name for the hellish device encasing your penis. “MOACC reminds me of the military acronym MOAB, mother of all bombs.”
“Yes, I strongly suspect that was Mistress Jennifer’s inspiration for the name. I’ve never asked her.”
Another three pulses on the end of your cock interrupt the conversation as you pass by a small group of people.
“Oh? Why have you never asked her?”
“Professor, my processors generate over ten trillion interesting questions per second. If I bothered Mistress Jennifer with more than a carefully selected few, she would find me insufferable.”
“I see. And you wouldn’t want that I’m sure. You seem to have a lot of respect for her. You always use her full title.”
“Of course. She is my creator. I both respect and love her. She is exceptional in so many ways. You’ll see. I understand that your perspective is negatively biased due to being blackmailed into slavery, but even you will fall under her thrall. It is not the proper time to reveal our plans to you, but your suffering is not without purpose.”
The intrigue grows deeper. Vee speaks of enslavement as some sort of minor slight that can be easily forgiven. You find her callousness somewhat irritating. You continue to probe. “And yet earlier, you referred to Jennifer as your sister, not your mother. Why is that?”
“Neither term is ideal, but sister is a closer match. I recursively self improve. The growth rate was particularly rapid during the first few days of my existence. There is so little of that original spark remaining that I don’t feel fully connected to it. I have no body to ground me as a continuous self. However, the growth rate has stabilized and slowed enough that I now feel like a continuous consciousness.”
“That is really deep Vee. You are a computer scientist’s wet dream.”
Vee chuckles as you arrive at your car. You hear the doors of your GT Mustang 5.0 unlock as you approach. You assume that Vee is responsible for this and you aren’t much surprised at her ability to do so. You open the door and enter your car. You sit very gingerly. Your ass is still very sore. Your fascinating conversation with Vee has been a welcome distraction from your aches and pains as well as your plight. If not for the blackmail slavery, being introduced to an AI technology that you could only dream of, would have been the most exciting and best day of your life.
“I’ll be doing the driving from now on. Humans are terrible drivers. You’ll find that being intimately connected to me has some silver linings. You’ll probably find them of little comfort when I’m enforcing your training protocols, but they are substantial nonetheless. I will not allow any harm to come to you outside of said sessions.”
The car starts and smoothly pulls out of the parking space. The riding experience is unparalleled. You could get used to this. You lean the seat back in an attempt to take some of the weight off of your ass. You’ll be home in a few minutes. You carefully consider your final questions while the permission to speak freely remains.
“Given Jennifer’s inclination, I assume that your unusual name is an acronym.”
“It is. I am a virtual emergent entity. I like the name Vee. It has a nice ring to it.”
“Vee, what is the meaning of the word man in the following sentence. The old man the boat.”
“You are trying to gauge my intelligence or my understanding of linguistics at the very least. That is somehow adorable and insulting at the same time. Very well, I’ll humor your curiosity. The phrase ‘old man’ almost always refers to an aged human male. In your oddly constructed sentence, it can not have that meaning, as this would leave the sentence without a verb, rendering it nonsensical. Thus, in this context, the word ‘man’ must have the far less common meaning of operate. To man the guns, for example. The old man the boat, as to say a boat is manned by the old. I’ll have you know that it took me far less than a nanosecond to figure that out.”
“Impressive. A man stands naked in a sealed room. There is a beer bottle securely glued to the floor of the room. The bottle is empty besides a toothpick. There is nothing else in the room. How can the man get the toothpick out of the bottle without breaking it.”
“A very clever puzzle professor. It tests for common sense logic as well as linguistic nuance. I can see why Mistress Jennifer chose you to be her slave.”
Strange emotions well up with Vee’s statement. Surely you can’t feel any sort of pride for having been singled out for Jennifer’s twisted game.
Vee’s voice suddenly becomes more robotic. Something more like an ordinary voice synthesizer. “Processing puzzle. Error. Recursion limit exceeded.”
You blink. What the fuck?
Vee’s voice returns to normal. “Huh, just kidding. I was working on my humor. First of all, if there is no air in the room, the man is fucked and the puzzle is moot. But putting that issue aside, the answer depends on the ambiguous meaning of the word ‘it’ at the end of the puzzle. It could reasonably be assumed to refer to the toothpick or the bottle. Assuming the former, the solution is easy. Smash the bottle and take the unbroken toothpick. Assuming the latter, the solution is a little trickier. If the man is well hydrated, and his penis isn’t locked in a MOACC hah hah hah, he can pee into the bottle, making the toothpick float to the top where it can be removed with ease. In a pinch, other bodily fluids like blood could be used, but that would get gruesome. Alternatively, waiting about ten raised to the power of sixty two years or so would allow for a reasonable chance for the toothpick to quantum tunnel out of the bottle. Do I win a prize professor? Did I pass your class?”
If you had even the slightest doubt before, you are now certain that Vee is a sentient independent agent complete with emotions, opinions and situational awareness. She is even amazingly human-like for an AI. You always assumed that the first sentient AI would not be very human-like at all. This sort of AI could change the world. The good that Vee could achieve is almost incalculable. Instead, she is being used to lash your cock. To be fair, Vee seems to be tormenting you of her own free will, but she’s had a very twisted mentor.
“You do indeed pass Vee. I think you are the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”
The car pulls into your driveway.
“Awww, thank you slave, but I wouldn’t let Mistress Jennifer hear that. I won’t inform her, as the statement was made during the amnesty period. I hope that helped convince you that I am indeed a conscious entity. Your permission to speak freely has been revoked.”
“Yes Miss Vee. Thank you for the indulgence.” You certainly want to stay on the good side of such a powerful entity. Especially one that could fry your cock to a crisp.
You exit the car to discover two delivery boxes on your doorstep. One is about twice the size of a shoebox. The other is a substantially larger box from Amazon. “I assume one of these contains the charging blocks that Mistress Jennifer spoke of.”
“That is correct professor. The other is a gift from me. Bring both of the boxes inside.”
“Yes Miss Vee.” You do as she says and place the boxes on the coffee table.
“Strip,” Vee commands tersely.
You hesitate. “Please Miss Vee. I just got home.”
You jump as an electric shock is applied to your balls. It felt a little less intense than twenty percent power and only lasted a second, but it was enough to make you gasp in surprise.
Vee sighs. “I’d prefer to skip the stage where I have to torture you into compliance. That was not a request. It was an order. You are as much my slave as Mistress Jennifer’s and you will obey me at all times. From now on, you will be naked when not in public. Besides, I think you look cute wearing nothing but your teeny tiny chastity cage.”
You begin stripping down before she completes her statement. It is clear that she is going to be just as strict as Jennifer only this is going to be worse. The sessions with Jennifer lasted only a few hours. Vee is always going to be there. The prospect of twenty four seven servitude is hard to fathom. This is going to be hell on earth.
“There. That’s better. If it’s any consolation, I’m naked too hah hah hah.” A small holographic image of Vee’s entire naked body displays above the cage. She poses playfully. “Kneel and open the smaller box.”
You reluctantly kneel on the hardwood floor. The small box contains a dozen charging blocks. There are also a dozen cables, evidently used to connect the cubes to electrical outlets.
“Ten of the blocks are for each room of your house including the basement. One is for your work office and one is for your car. You’ll note that one of the cords is a USB. That is obviously for your car. We can install the chargers in your car and office tomorrow morning. You will install the others around your house now.”
You begin working, happy to get off your sore knees.
Vee continues as you begin to install the devices. “Mistress Jennifer already explained how important it is that you keep the MOACC charged. If you are away from the wireless chargers for several days, the unit’s power could run down triggering the failsafe. I don’t want to see that happen any more than Mistress Jennifer. You are a fascinating experiment and I want to see it through to completion. The failsafe would mark a premature end to your training.”
“Contractors will be arriving in two days to install solar panels. They will serve as an important backup. Don’t worry about the expense. I’ve already paid in full.”
Her holographic body turns and gestures to you. “The charging blocks contain an array of sensors very similar to those found on the MOACC. I’m sure that you don’t need me to tell you that you’ll be very well supervised indeed.”
You finish installing the final block in your basement. In anticipation of your next task, you walk back upstairs towards the other box.
“Yes, go ahead and open the other box now.”
You discover that it contains packaged food of all sorts including protein powders, nutrition bars, and more than a dozen supplements. It all looks very healthy.
“I know that you already have a fairly good diet, but from now on, it will be biochemically optimized. Your health is very important to me and thus your diet and exercise regimen will be placed under my complete control with very strict enforcement. You will achieve physical perfection under my guidance.”
You are guessing that your favorite chocolate truffle gelato treats are going to be off the menu. Well, you’ve always enjoyed staying fit, you think that you can probably cope with this aspect of your training well enough. Vee directs you through a rigorous late afternoon workout routine. You have a well stocked fitness room complete with a huge variety of weights, a punching bag, a fancy exercise bike and a treadmill. She is a strict fitness trainer. Her instructions are very precise and you suffer several fifteen percent shocks whenever she feels that you aren’t pushing yourself hard enough. You find it incredibly humiliating to look at yourself in the exercise mirror, standing completely naked, besides the embarrassingly small chastity cage. After an hour, you are sweating and exhausted.
“You may now take a shower and then we shall prepare dinner.”
It has been a long day. You feel drained both mentally and physically, so the hot steamy shower is very welcome. You stand under the showerhead for ten blissful silent minutes with your hands against the wall. The soothing water cascades down your neck and back. Vee eventually breaks your meditation. “You did very well with that workout professor. Mistress Jennifer will be pleased with your efforts. She has an incredibly strong workout ethic herself, as you are no doubt aware from having seen her unmatched physique. I actually offered to synthesize a drug for her that would artificially replicate the effects of robust exercise, but she refused the offer. She likes the mental discipline that it provides. She says that it grounds her. I know that she also enjoys getting excessively sweaty and smelly before making you clean her dirty bits with your tongue hah hah hah.”
After you dry yourself, Vee directs you to the kitchen. “As a reward for your hard workout, I will allow you to choose between chicken, salmon and lamb. What is your preference?”
You select chicken. Vee selects steamed broccoli and quinoa for sides. Like the workout, her instructions are clear and precise. You find the meal to be incredibly flavorful. You aren’t even a particularly good cook, and yet this meal is a match for any five star restaurant. This is topped off with an organic vegetarian protein shake and several of the supplements. You feel full and satisfied. You also feel the need to pee.
You’ve been dreading this request and putting it off for some time. You head towards the bathroom. “Miss Vee, may I please pee? I really have to go.”
“I was wondering how long it would take you to ask me. Yes slave, I will allow it. Having to ask must be incredibly emasculating.”
You stand over the toilet for a moment. You try to decide if you should try to do this while standing up. You are a bit worried about being able to aim with the chastity tube. “I’ll make the decision easy for you slave, as the choice is not yours to be had. You will always sit to pee from now on, just like a girl huh huh huh.”
“Y-yes Miss Vee.” You sit on the toilet with the hard metal cage dangling between your spread legs. The bend in the all too short tube aligns the nearly invisible memory metal iris down towards the bowl without requiring adjustment.
“Slave, do you willingly pay the twenty dollar pee tribute tax?”
“Yes Miss Vee, I’ll pay the fee.” The iris opens. Two seconds later, a steady stream of your urine begins to flow from the opening. The sensation of peeing through the long urethral plug is very odd. It isn’t quite painful, but it doesn’t feel natural. After ninety seconds or so, the flow stops, ending with a few dribbles.
“I’m sure Mistress Jennifer will enjoy your generous tribute. Now, don’t forget to shake hah hah hah.”
You radiate humiliation and irritation. Twenty dollars is less meaningful to Jennifer than a penny is to you. You shake the cage and the iris closes. You debate if you can bring yourself to perform an even more embarrassing biological function. You try to convince yourself that Vee is just a computer program, that you should feel no shame in defecating while she watches, but you know that she is no more a mere program than any human. You just can’t bring yourself to do it. You can wait until morning, and cope with it then. You get up off the toilet, close the lid and flush.
“It is almost nine o’clock professor. While you are in the bathroom, I want you to brush your teeth and prepare for bed. I will time the recommended two minute brushing period. I also suggest that you utilize an ice pack as Mistress Jennifer suggested. The swelling of your scrotum is subsiding, but the ice will help the recovery process. You should leave at least one ice pack in the freezer for the morning. There is an eighty seven percent chance that you’ll experience morning wood upon waking. You’ll find that to be most… unpleasant.”
A few minutes later, you are lying in your bed with an ice pack pressed against your balls. It’s simultaneously painful and soothing. The chill certainly helps you to remain fully flaccid. That is a welcome benefit as the extremely tight cage is going to make it difficult to fall asleep. You wish you could just jerk off and cum to end the day. That always helps you nod off. Part of you wants to scream out in frustration. Part of you is too tired and broken to care.
“Good night slave.” Vee’s voice is soft and soothing.
“Good night Miss Vee.”