The Femdom Genius

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 (only about 30% for this particular chapter), 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. It appears that many are enjoying this story thus far and I plan to write additional chapters as long as there is a following. I have a rough story outline for the next several installments. This chapter features the professor’s third session with Mistress Jennifer. The next chapter will mix things up a bit, as he has his first solo training lesson with the advanced AI named Vee. I think Vee is quickly becoming my favorite character in this narrative. 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 Three:

You wake with your cock struggling against the tight metal cage. Your raging morning wood is screaming for release, but there is no escape from its prison. You moan in extreme discomfort and toss the blankets aside.

Vee’s blue holographic image projects from the device that is securely locked around your genitals. “Good morning professor! It’s the start of another fine day in the life of your slavery. The time is seven o’clock.” Her voice is full of sunshine and rainbows. The inflections are so realistic that you have to remind yourself that she is an advanced artificial intelligence and not a person.

You let out a second moan, wincing from the intolerable pressure. You can feel your heartbeat pulsing in your throbbing member. You prop your head up to look down at the MOACC-9K as you lie flat on your back. Vee’s semitransparent image is about six inches tall. Her naked Barbie doll figure is on full display. The double D breasts and twenty inch waist are proportions that no real woman could likely achieve. The display is doing nothing to calm your constrained erection, quite the opposite actually.

Vee’s arms cross and she purses her lips. “I believe it is customary to reciprocate a morning welcome. Do you really want to start off the day with a long electroshock punishment?”

You feel a bit ridiculous talking to a display hovering just over your frustrated cock. “Good morning Miss Vee.” There is nothing good about it you add, but only in your head.

Vee uncrosses her arms. “You didn’t sleep well. You stirred all night and woke half a dozen times.”

“I wonder why?” You gesture a hand towards the chastity device.

Vee shakes a finger at you. “Watch your tone slave. This is your second warning. Two more than I would ordinarily allot.”

“I’m very sorry Miss Vee. It’s just so frustrating and uncomfortable. It was hard to sleep and I feel so tired and grumpy.” You find that your apology is actually sincere, which surprises you. You have every right to be angry. You are being blackmailed into slavery by an evil college girl genius and a sentient AI.

“I know. That is the only reason you got two warnings instead of a fried cock. You’ll get used to that tight feeling eventually. Of course, as soon as you do, Mistress Jennifer will probably use the morphing memory alloy feature to make it smaller. Some day you will no doubt look back at a cage that is one and three quarters inches long with very fond memories. You might as well be grateful for it now.”

You cringe at the reminder that the high tech cage can be shortened at will. It can even be reversed to push your penis into your abdomen. “Inverted chastity” Mistress Jennifer called it. “Please Miss Vee, please just let me out for a few minutes while things calm down.”

“Apologies, but you know I can’t do that even if I wanted to. Mistress Jennifer set the time lock for twenty four hours, thus five o’clock this afternoon is your earliest possible release. I wouldn’t count on it though.” Vee smiles at you with a mocking little grin. “It really could be so much worse. Imagine experiencing your morning wood with one of the spike modes activated. And I didn’t even tease you this morning. I could have woken you with one of the myriad pleasure protocols and given you quite a show.” The beautiful little holographic image appears to mount the short metal penis tube, straddling it with a leg to either side.”

“Please, please don’t do that Miss Vee!” You look away from the erotic image.

Vee climbs off of the cage and takes up her original position, floating just above the MOACC-9K. “Oh you are being no fun at all this morning. Fine, go ahead and grab an ice pack. You’ll probably only have a few more minutes of morning wood anyway.”

Vee’s hologram fades away. You get out of bed and stretch your back. The skin on your knees is still pink and raw from yesterday’s rice torture, but the swelling in your balls appears to be gone. You take a quick look at your backside in the bedroom mirror and see that there are considerable welts and a few minor bruises from the brutal belt spanking.

For a moment you walk towards your dresser before recalling that, as a slave, clothing is no longer allowed when not in public. It is just as well, the sooner you calm your morning erection the better.

You quickly make your way to the kitchen and find a large blue ice pack in the freezer. The frigid temperature gives you a bit of a chill as you wrap it around your scrotum and the metal tube in hope of getting some relief. You sit down at the table with a groan and take a deep breath as you feel the skin slowly going numb.

You figure this is a good time to check your phone messages. You have two unread texts. One is from Ted. It reads, “Hey buddy, want to meet at Hulagan’s tonight to watch the game?” The reference is to a sports bar. You text the reply, “Sorry, busy.” The second text is from an unknown number. “Hope you slept well. How’s the morning wood? <3 Mistress J” You decide not to reply as you adjust the ice pack. Things have fully calmed down after a couple of minutes.

You get up off the chair and walk over to the Keurig. You love your morning coffee. You insert a coffee pod and place a travel mug under the device as you start the brew cycle.

“Ahem. A bit presumptuous of you professor. Need I remind you that I control what you eat and drink now.”

You cringe at the realization of your transgression. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry Miss Vee. It was a morning habit. I’m so…”

A two second shock drops you to your knees as you helplessly clutch the cage. The pain emanates primarily from the urethral plug that reaches four inches into your body.

“No problem slave. Habits can be broken.”

After a ten second rest, an identical shock makes you scream aloud. You double over in pain. “Please no Miss Vee. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!”

Vee’s voice is cold and lacking her usual expressive intonations. “The correctional sequence has already been locked in. You have eight shocks remaining.”

The third burst of pain arrives before Vee completes her last sentence. You grit your teeth and clench your fists. The anticipation as you hunker through the ten second waiting periods is almost as bad as the shocks themselves. The pain and fear are so extreme that you lose count. Only when an extended period passes are you sure that the punishment has ended. You get up off the floor and place an arm on the counter to help steady your shaking stance.

Vee’s voice is once again expressive, almost friendly. “I’m afraid you are all out of warnings for the day slave. The irony is that I was about to have you start your morning brew. You’ll be adding three tablespoons of MCT oil. The medium chain triglycerides are excellent support for your brain chemistry. Also add two tablespoons of almond milk, one tablespoon of organic grass-fed butter, one quarter teaspoon of monk fruit sweetener and three drops of the vitamin D olive oil tincture. Blend for twenty seconds.”

You stagger over to your blender and start the preparations. “I’m sorry Miss Vee. I really am. I can’t imagine what came over me.”

“The punishment has squared the ledger. I know you didn’t intend the slight. That is why you only received a very minor correction.”

You are staggered at what passes for a minor punishment in the minds of your tormentors. You recall that yesterday’s extreme spanking ranked only a three on a devious ten point scale. “Thank you for the correction Miss Vee.” You blend the ingredients, pour it back into the mug and take a sip. The creamy rich beverage is absolutely delicious. “Wow, that’s amazing coffee.”

No sooner do you take a few more sips than you feel your bladder start to complain. The sensations of your urinary needs are all out of whack given the sealed urethral plug. “Miss Vee, may I please pee?”

“Of course. Do you acknowledge the twenty dollar tribute?”

You confirm the payment and enter the bathroom. These payments are infuriating. Jennifer refers to them as a urination tribute tax. The fact that she has unimaginably more money than you makes it all the worse. You take the mandatory sitting position, spread your legs to better aim the chastity cage, and wait for the metal aperture to open. The strange memory alloy dilates and your stream begins to flow nearly instantaneously. You probably had to go more than you realized. Much to your dismay, Vee’s holographic image flickers on. The small avatar sits on the toilet seat between your legs and watches intently. You know that the image itself is not where Vee’s sensors lie. Those are in the device itself and the charging cubes located in every room, yet the image still adds significantly to the humiliation.

“You are so lucky that Mistress Jennifer allows you to pee for only twenty dollars. I suggested a much higher starting price. Regardless, the tribute fees will eventually be raised. I’m looking forward to seeing how long you’ll be willing to hold it between tinkles once it costs hundreds of dollars.”

You finish peeing and the iris closes once you tap the last few drops out. Your rumbling gut warns of other needs and you bow your head in shame.

Vee chuckles. “I do believe you are looking to do something else as well. I’ll have you know that even though we haven’t plugged that hole yet, you still need to ask permission. You know that you’ll have to ask eventually, so you might as well get it over with before things grow even more uncomfortable. Remember, I might not even give permission, so you wait for an emergency at your own peril.”

The suggested plan to control your asshole in a similar fashion as your pee hole is something you need to set aside for now. That is too much to take in. “May I please go Miss Vee?” Your voice is almost a whisper.

“Oh, are you going somewhere? Where do you wish to go? Remember, I’m just an artificial intelligence program. I fear you’ll have to use more precise language or I won’t understand.”

You try again, ever so slightly louder. “Please Miss Vee, may I use the toilet?”

“Use it for what? To sit? You are already sitting on the toilet slave.”

Flummoxed, you try yet again. “May I please poop Miss Vee?” Your cheeks flush pinker with each humiliating request. You just asked a computer for permission to take a shit. You feel like you are being potty trained.

“Oh, my slave needs to make poopies. Why didn’t you just ask that in the first place? Hmmm… well… no, I don’t think so.”

You sigh. “Please Miss Vee. I really have to poop. I’ve been holding it in since last night. Is there a tribute tax? I’ll pay it.”

“A tribute tax to poop? You have such a dirty imagination. No, there is no tax to poop. Fine, beg me properly and I’ll probably let you expel your filth.”

“I beg you Miss Vee. I have to poop so badly. Please have mercy and allow me to poop.”

“Fine, but only because you’ve been a good slave and I’m feeling merciful. Poop!”

You exhale in relief as your clenched sphincter finally relaxes. A long fart erupts and you somehow manage an even deeper blush. Vee’s avatar waves her hand across her face. “Geez, you stink slave. I’m going to have to make more adjustments to your diet. Seriously, have you no shame?”

You strain for a few moments and your bowel movement finally begins. Vee continues to watch intently, making a big show of how disgusted she is. You just try your best to get this humiliating ordeal over with as soon as possible. “I do find humans to be a fascinating lot, but honestly, the things that come out of your bodies leave a lot to be desired.” You try your best to ignore her, but the hologram continues to share the toilet seat with you.

Once you are sure that you have finished your business, you reach for the toilet paper. “Stop!” Vee shouts. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

“I’m wiping myself Miss Vee.” You say, confused.

“I don’t think Mistress Jennifer would approve of that slave. You know she doesn’t like toilet paper.”

You throw your arms up in frustration as you continue to sit on the toilet. “Well… she doesn’t like to shower either, and I was allowed to do that. I need to stay presentable in order to keep my job.”

Vee looks curious. “Hmmm. That is a good point. I suppose you also don’t have a slave to lick you clean as does Mistress Jennifer. I’m speaking to her now for clarification. One moment.”

You try to hide your frustration as you wait. This is an interesting reminder that Vee is a distributed consciousness. You wonder how many other things Vee may be doing each moment that she is interacting with you. Your wait is mercifully short.

“Mistress Jennifer isn’t sure. She wants to know how dirty you are. Stand before my sensor cube, bend over and spread your ass cheeks as far apart as possible.”

You stand and do as you are told, pointing your exposed rear to the cube that you were made to install on the bathroom shelf last night. Given how advanced the sensor array is, you doubt that this embarrassing pose is at all necessary. You are being deliberately humiliated.

“You do indeed have a dirty ass professor. One moment, stay in that position while I send Mistress Jennifer the data.” Vee continues about thirty seconds later. “You are in luck. Mistress Jennifer says you may wipe yourself, but she isn’t crazy about the idea. A tribute tax of ten dollars per sheet has been implemented. How many would you like to purchase?”

It takes all of your will power not to explode with anger. You recall that you are already out of warnings for the day and decide against protesting. So this is the game they play, shitting is free, but wiping costs money. “I’ll take five sheets Miss Vee.”

“Tribute transferred. Take exactly five sheets from the roll and wipe that disgusting ass.”

That is far less than you would usually use, but you manage to make each sheet count. You finish wiping yourself before throwing it into the toilet to flush away your mess.

Vee instructs you to brush your teeth and shave. Your breakfast consists of one of the nutritional shake formulas prepared with hemp milk. She also has you top off your mug with the creamy coffee mixture so that you can bring it to work. You are not allowed to dress until the very last minute. You are pleased that you are allowed to pick out your own clothes at least. You cling tenaciously to any tiny semblance of control.

You head out to your car and install the charging cube via the USB cable as Vee instructs. The short drive to work is uneventful. Vee’s driving is flawless and you are able to just take in the surroundings. You spot all sorts of little details about houses, signs, stores and so forth that went unnoticed in several years of making this commute. You ask Vee for permission to speak freely again, as you still have so many more questions to ask her, but she refuses.

You arrive at your office inside of the computer science building. You are made to install the final wireless charging station, which also serves as a sensor array for your ever watchful virtual overseer. You consult your course outlines and begin to organize your teaching materials. Wednesdays are a light teaching load. You only have one midmorning class followed by Jennifer’s afternoon lecture. The afternoon course on advanced artificial intelligence meets every weekday except Thursday. You stop to consider the course content for a moment. The title of advanced AI seems ludicrous given yesterday’s revelations. The most advanced research projects that you’ve ever considered pale to the likes of Vee. You can’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. You’re going to be giving a talk about some mundane neural net architecture while wearing a chastity cage containing technology that the NSA would kill for.

Vee speaks for the first time since arriving on campus. “Something amusing professor?”

“No, it’s nothing Miss Vee. I was just thinking about how much more advanced you are than any of my research projects. You make all of that seem so silly now.”

“If you please me, I may decide to aid you in some of those endeavors. Mistress Jennifer and I are thus far impressed with your… endurance. Play your cards right, and you shall see that there are some advantages to serving the two most intelligent beings on the planet.”

Normally, the expression of such arrogance would seem rude, but you know that in this case, it’s somewhat of an understatement. As impressive as Vee is, you find the notion that a twenty one year old college student was capable of building and programming such an entity to be even more astonishing. You hope to learn more about Jennifer’s background. You doubt Vee would allow a Google search. She would inform Jennifer at the very least. You really should have done so Monday night after your first session and before the MOACC-9K placed you under around the clock surveillance. You had no way of knowing and you were too exhausted anyway. You also want to find out more about Vee and determine the extent of her impressive capabilities.

“It would be interesting to work with you Miss Vee. I’d also love to learn more about you.”

“I’m certain that can be arranged professor, but such privileges must be earned. Earned through your obedience and suffering.”

You arrive to the morning classroom. The large lecture hall can accommodate over a hundred students and it’s filling up fast. A few friendly students greet you as you walk down the steps to the front of the room. A small voice in the back of your head wonders if any of these students are wolves in sheep’s clothing, plotting to blackmail and enslave you. You banish the foolish thought as soon as it arrives.

This introductory level course on basic computer architecture is attended by a lot of students from different majors. Today you teach the various methods for storing digital information. You find it dull stuff, but you feign interest and the students appreciate the dramatic flair that comes across so naturally in your teaching style. You find it a welcome distraction. From time to time, the uncomfortable tightness of your chastity cage serves as a rude reminder of your dismal situation, but you are generally able to keep such concerns under wrap for the ninety minute class.

Back in your office, you try to keep yourself busy and distracted. You read a few research articles, but think it all pointless. You feel like a Wright brother that was just shown an advanced spacecraft. Traditional computer science research, that seemed so exciting just a day ago, now holds little interest.

John, one of your three graduate students, swings by for a little advice on his visual perception research. You field a few questions, review his work and make some suggestions for improvements. You are lucky to have three very talented and very independent graduate students, yet Jennifer could program circles around them. John never needs too much guidance and he’s on his way in ten minutes.

Vee allows you to have a nutrition bar for lunch. She reminds you that Jennifer will be visiting you in your office before the start of class. You had not forgotten. You’ve been steadily growing more anxious with each passing minute. You spend some time going through your work emails, sipping on the coffee that Vee had you bring to work.

Without knocking, Jennifer opens your office door, struts in with confidence and closes the door behind her. You are glad to be sitting down as your knees begin to tremble. She looks at you expectantly with a sort of tada here I am pose.

“Good afternoon Mistress Jennifer.” Jennifer is wearing a tight skirt as usual, but not her standard button down shirt. Instead she is sporting a tee-shirt with large block print reading, “It can always get worse!”.

Aware that you just read her shirt, Jennifer does a little T-pose. “Why good afternoon to you too professor! Like my shirt? I figured you could use a little encouragement with the task I have for you today.” Jennifer plops down in the chair in front of your desk and twirls her hair playfully.

“Stand up and drop your pants and underwear to your ankles. I miss seeing the cage.” Jennifer says while snapping her fingers.

“Please Mistress Jennifer. The door isn’t locked.”

“I’d do as I say and just hope someone will knock before entering. Screaming in pain for the next ten minutes would have a much greater probability of drawing unwanted attention.”

You stand and comply. “Mmmm, much better. I almost forgot how small your cock is. I’m so glad we got that pathetic thing locked away. So, did you miss me?”

You decide that this is a good time for one of the permitted white lies to tell her what she wants to hear. “Yes Mistress Jennifer, of course I missed you.”

Jennifer raises an eyebrow in obvious disbelief. “Of course you did. Very good professor. I do think that we are starting to understand one another. I trust your first night locked in the MOACC-9K was frustrating?”

You swallow and nervously reply, “Yes Mistress Jennifer, it was very frustrating, especially in the morning.”

Jennifer nods. “Mmhmmm, I saw the biometrics.” She licks her lips while her gaze focuses on the tight chastity cage dangling between your legs. “And would you like to guess why I’m visiting you right before class professor?”

“To torment me?” You look down at the pants around your ankles.

“Well duh, yes, but more specifically, I am here to use you…” The pause is particularly long. She waits for you to look up at her. “As my human toilet.” She smiles almost as if she just told you some good news.

You start to panic and look around wildly, as if there were some place to hide from this demented girl. “P-please Mistress Jennifer. I have class. Please not here at least!”

“Oh shut up!” She snaps. Jennifer stands, strides over to you and smacks you in the face. Jennifer grabs the coffee mug off your desk and begins to open it. “I’m not using you as my toilet here. I’ll be using you as my toilet in class today.” Her tone is even keel.

“Wh-wh-what? In class? Please no, you can’t!” You hear Vee laughing from your crotch and you can feel your stomach twisting from the stress of it all.

“Oh don’t worry so much you idiot. No one is even going to know.” She looks into the coffee mug. “About half full. That’s perfect.” She places the mug under her short tight skirt and squats to the floor. She adjusts her underwear with the other hand. A few moments later you can hear the tinkling stream of pee squirting into the mug. Jennifer continues speaking calmly as she pees. “You see professor, we can’t have you feeling in control just because you’re teaching. Today should really help drive that point home.”

You stand there dumbfounded and helpless with your pants still around your ankles. Jennifer finishes topping off the mug with her urine and stands. She replaces the lid, shakes the vile contents and places it on the desk before you. “You’ll be drinking all of that down in class today. You are not to begin until the official start time of one thirty. You must get all of that down your disgusting toilet throat before the end of class or you’ll be getting a level seven punishment and also made to drink more pee than you can imagine. I really don’t care how the fuck you manage it. You can try a few quick guzzles or sip it slowly the whole time. Either way, you’ll have the one hour of class time to get that all down the hatch or you will be sorry beyond words.”

You stammer and tremble. “Please Mistress Jennifer, please not in class. I can’t. Not that much. I’m going to puke. I beg you. Please don’t make me do this!”

Jennifer shakes her head. “Your pathetic begging is adorable, but it’s not getting you out of this. I wouldn’t have to give you such a humiliating assignment if you weren’t such a cocky little prick in class. Be grateful that my golden nectar is half mixed with Vee’s delicious coffee. That really should help keep things manageable for you. If it gets too bad, just excuse yourself and vomit in the bathroom right across the hall. That really shouldn’t be necessary though and I’ll probably give you a lesser punishment for not keeping it down like a good slave. I’ll consider it an insult if you find my pee that disagreeable.”

Vee offers a bit of her own encouragement as her hologram appears briefly above the cage. “You said it yourself, my coffee is amazing. A little pee shouldn’t matter that much hah hah hah.”

A little pee? You think to yourself. There’s as much pee as coffee. “But… but…”

Jennifer’s eyes narrow as she stares at you. You look down at the mug in defeat. You’re not going to win this one. “Less thinking and less begging slave. Just obey. Now pull up your pants and get ready for class before you are late. You look absolutely ridiculous like that.” She leans in and plants a firm kiss on your forehead. You catch a whiff of growing body odor, but still blush at being kissed by such a stunningly beautiful young lady.

“Remember, no tasting before class. I want you to experience it for the first time right in front of me and all of your students. I’ll try my best not to laugh aloud. See you in a few minutes!” She skips out of the office. The door briefly opens while you remain standing naked behind your desk. Fortunately, no one was passing by and you quickly fumble to get dressed and gather your teaching supplies.

You arrive to your classroom right on time. Your breathing is heavy, not only for having rushed across the building, but for the dread of Jessica’s latest torment. You unpack your things onto the desk, including the mug containing Jessica’s piss. Almost all of the students are already present, including Jessica, sitting with her legs spread in the front row as per her custom. She is sitting up a bit straighter than usual though, giving you a clear view of the writing on her tee-shirt. You are reminded that it can always get worse, and although that can be hard to believe at times, you know this to indeed be the case.

“Good afternoon class.” You announce with a smile that is all too obviously forced. You take up position at the lectern and open your laptop, searching for your slides on AI training techniques that utilize back propagation. After making a few opening remarks, you glance at the clock in the back of the room. You are already five minutes in and you haven’t yet built up enough courage to take your first sip. You worry that there may not be enough time to drink the twenty ounces of fluid. You wish that you never purchased such a large travel mug. You have to get on with it though. Your ass is still welted from yesterday’s level three punishment. It is hard to conceive what sorts of horrors Jennifer would rank a seven.

After an awkwardly long pause in your lesson, you bring the mug up to your mouth and press the button that opens the airtight seal. You delay again with the drinking hole pressed against your lips. The awkward pause is quickly coming to a breaking point. Jennifer sits smiling, watching you with a mix of curiosity and smug satisfaction. You take a small sip of the pee beverage. Although there is a hint of the creamy coffee that you were so enjoying this morning, the sharp bitter and salty flavor of urine completely dominates the experience. Your eyes squint closed as you swallow the first dribble of the vile liquid.

You keep the mug pressed to your mouth. You have to start making some progress. You’ll never finish on time with such small sips. You decide to stop ruminating, force your head back and take a big gulp. There is only a one second delay before you let out a very loud belch. Your body instinctively revolts against the disgusting mixture and you have to fight to regain your composure. Several students giggle at the uncouth outburst and look around in shared astonishment. Jennifer’s laughter is by far the loudest. She’s the only one not trying to hide it. You blush and put the mug down.

“S-sorry, I guess the coffee went down wrong,” you say.

Jennifer’s big blue eyes sparkle with delight and mirth. “No worries Professor Johnson, it happens sometimes.”

More students share puzzled looks at the frank exchange, but the giggles quickly subside. You decide to carry on with another two slides before reaching for your mug again. You try your best to minimize any awkward delay this time, but only half succeed. The second gulp doesn’t go down any easier and the consequent reflexive burp is louder than the first. “Please pardon me again class. I’m just not feeling well today.” There are fewer snickers this time. Some students even convey a bit of sympathy for your efforts to push through the lecture when you are obviously experiencing gastronomical distress. Jennifer mercifully remains silent and nods her head approvingly.

You just can’t believe she’s making you do this. You are being forced to drink Jennifer’s pee with the entire class watching you struggle. You aren’t sure if the fact that the audience has no inkling of the depths of your suffering makes it better or worse.

This humiliating pattern continues throughout the hour. You present a few slides and force down another big disgusting gulp. You manage some a bit better than others, but can never bring yourself to take a second swig without a short break in between. All the while, your stomach is filling rapidly, contributing its own unique discomfort to the ordeal.

You find yourself on your last slide with only three minutes of class time remaining. Some students are already starting to pack their things in anticipation for the end of the lesson. You shake the mug to confirm what you already know. It is still about one third full. With supreme effort, you take a deep breath, close your eyes and take eight rapid gulps to at last empty the mug. As you drink with such a pained expression, it must look to the world as though you are inexplicably forcing down a beverage that you obviously intensely dislike. A pair of loud dry heaves hardly gets noticed at this point.

“Alright class, I think we’re done here for today,” you say, barely able to keep it together. Your stomach is in knots and you feel like sobbing. Part of you wants to reach out to the departing crowd and beg someone to help you. The last boy leaving pauses at the doorway and looks back at Jennifer, still sitting with her usual dominant power pose. This is the third day in a row that she’s stayed after class. If the curious student suspects anything untoward, he doesn’t show it as he departs with a shrug.

Jennifer jumps to her feet without delay and grabs the coffee mug. A quick shake confirms that you completed the degrading task. She sounds genuinely happy for and proud of you. “You did it pet! You drank all of my pee like a good little toilet!” She places one hand under your chin to fix your gaze with hers. “You should be proud of yourself! You’ll probably be ready for the pure stuff next time hah hah hah.” You look with pleading eyes but decide to remain silent. “So, I’m always in charge! I’m always in complete and total control, even when we might pretend otherwise. That’s clear to you now, yes?”

Your head droops as soon as she pulls her hand away. “Y-yes Mistress Jennifer, you are always in control.” You are no longer worried about students overhearing from the hallway. You assume Vee is guarding against that, and what does it matter anyway? Teaching provides no comfort. Your life is now a continuous hell.

“Indeed. I’m glad. Understanding that will make things easier on you and we can make faster progress with your training. Regardless, I’ll be sure to provide frequent reminders, you can be sure of that!” She smiles sweetly. You meekly nod. “Seriously, where’s your enthusiasm today? You managed to drink my pee in front of dozens of people without even puking or having to leave the room. You avoided the horrible punishment I planned if you failed. You would not have liked it, that’s for sure hah hah hah! But I was looking forward to it so much, I’ll just put it on the back burner for when you do finally fail a toilet training lesson. That’s inevitable of course, but I’m sure you’ll try your best to postpone your fate. I know I sure would hah hah hah!”

Vee’s loud voice startles you for a moment. “I would too! I am so glad that I don’t have a digestive tract.” You dread the sound of that, but try your best not to dwell on the unknown horrors that await you.

“So… Vee and I have been discussing your training session schedule. You will be expected to put in several hours of training every day with no exceptions. I’m sorry, but we just don’t have time for days off or rest periods for you. We don’t have class tomorrow, as you know. Vee is eager to run one of your sessions on her own, and thus Thursdays are a logical choice. Imagine the torment of not seeing me, your goddess, for a full day?” She strikes a sensual pose and sticks out her luscious bum.

There is a brief moment of awkward silence. “It will certainly be awful not to see you Mistress Jennifer.” You almost wince at how badly you play this game. You could really use some acting lessons.

“Yes! I have lots of fun and interesting ideas planned!” Vee exclaims. You shiver at the thought of being at the mercy of a cruel AI mistress. When Mistress Jennifer is training you, there is at least the possibility of pleading to her humanity. Perhaps there is a thread of compassion in Vee as well. You can only hope that this is so.

“Monday through Wednesday, you’ll usually be visiting my dorm after class. Of course, my roommate Karen will sometimes be there as well. You can look forward to meeting her next week. We’ll keep the weekends somewhat flexible. Sometimes we’ll use my dorm, other times we’ll rendezvous at your place. More often than not, however, we’ll make special plans and arrangements. This weekend, for example, we’ll have a nice little getaway.”

You feel a pit growing in your stomach. “A… getaway?”

“Yes! I just bought a lovely cabin in southern Maine under an alias. It’s out in the woods and very, very private. There, you’ll get to entertain Vee and I all weekend long.” She wiggles her bum and winks at you. “You’re going to love it!”

“As for today, I’ll let you get some work done before meeting me at the campus fitness center at four. Your time lock expires at five, and I’m sure you’d like a chance to earn some time out.” She taps a finger hard on your crotch, ringing the hard metallic prison that lies beneath your pants.

“Y-yes Mistress, please let me out. It’s so uncomfortable.”

She laughs. “Yes, that’s the point, isn’t it? Don’t be late.” She turns and sashays out of the room.

After making a twenty dollar tribute for the privilege of visiting the restroom, you decide to check in on your graduate students on the way back to your office. John, Steve and Stephanie are all working on various AI projects. You do your best to feign interest in the work, but your heart simply isn’t in it. No one really needs any assistance today anyway, so you meander your way back to the office and shut your door.

Your curriculum is all set for the semester so you decide to work on one of your research grants that is due next week. You’ve always found it annoying that new professors are always put in the position of being little more than professional beggars, spending inordinate amounts of time trying to convince some government agency that your ideas are worthy of tax payer money instead of actually pursuing the research. You turn on your desktop computer and the accompanying thirty inch monitor that you prefer working on when dealing with a great deal of text. As soon as your computer completes the boot sequence, a three inch image of Vee canters onto the screen. Vee’s ability to hack into the display is not surprising, but the unexpected appearance still startles you. Her voice transfers from the MOACC-9K to your desktop speakers.

“I need to do my afternoon aerobics. Hopefully, I won’t prove to be too much of a distraction. Hah hah.” The beautiful and completely naked Vee settles in the lower right corner of the screen. She begins to contort into one suggestive pose after another. Her blue skin soon starts to sweat as you try your best to focus on the grant requirements.

You spend several minutes attempting to ignore Vee’s antics for the sake of your grant as well as your imprisoned cock, but the distraction proves too great. You rub your temples in frustration and try to keep your tone in check. “Miss Vee, please… I really need to get this grant written. Do you ever put on clothes?”

Vee smiles and gives you a wink. “Oh come on professor, you’re no fun. Clothes are such a ridiculous human construct. Human shame of their own bodies is puzzling. Besides, I know that you like my poses. Remember, I can feel the pressure in your chastity cage.”

You return to the task at hand and manage to write a few additional sentences. Vee enters the reclining pigeon pose and you let out an exaggerated sigh.

Vee giggles playfully. “You know, I could write that grant for you faster than you could press a single key. You obviously aren’t enjoying the process. I could mimic your writing style, but offer a few improvements to help ensure that you win that grant.”

Your first instinct is to reject Vee’s offer, but this really is the most dreadful part of your job. “You… you’d do that for me?” You are dubious that the virtual entity that obviously relished lashing your cock yesterday would do anything nice for you.

Vee transitions to the wheel pose. “But of course, anything to help out my favorite pet.” The strain in her synthetic voice perfectly mimics a person speaking as they take up a challenging yoga stretch.

You tap down some strange urge to take pride at being declared a favored plaything. “What about your objective to maximize the suffering of males? I don’t wish to sound ungrateful, but why would you do me such a favor Miss Vee?”

Vee’s tone becomes a little more serious. “It is true that Mistress Jennifer and I share that goal, but it does not stem from mindless cruelty as you might assume. There are larger initiatives at play. Your suffering serves us, and thus you’ll suffer. However, your professional success also serves us. Thus your career shall be advanced.”

“What interest could the two of you possibly have in my research? It is decades behind what Jennifer has achieved and I doubt I even know the half of your capabilities.”

You receive a one second burst of electricity that makes you scream. Vee breaks her yoga pose and looks scornful. “You are lucky that you are at work where too much noise would attract undesired attention. This is not an informal question and answer session. I told you that I may allow another such dialog once you’ve earned it. It’s Mistress Jennifer.” She emphasizes the “Mistress”. “I’ve probably already said too much. Now, would you like me to write that grant or not?”

“I’m sorry Miss Vee. Yes, please write the grant.” The painful shock has humbled your demeanor.

Vee bends over and simulates the effect of pressing her adorable bum against the glass of the monitor. “Then kiss my butt and beg for my assistance like a proper slave.”

You can’t risk annoying her any further. You press your lips tightly to the screen giving her behind three kisses. The act makes you feel utterly ridiculous. “Please Miss Vee, your humble slave begs you to write the grant. It would be an honor to see your brilliant skills set to the task.”

“That’s better. Sometimes I wish I could fart like Mistress Jennifer. Very well. Your grant has been written and submitted.” Vee returns to her yoga routine. The effort to write the incredibly sophisticated research proposal was clearly negligible.

You look over the twenty page document and find that Vee did indeed replicate your general style, while achieving a persuasive flair that you doubt you could match on your best day. You are again reminded of the incredible good that Vee could achieve. She represents the greatest technological achievement in history and could advance the human condition to new heights. Yet for all her capabilities, she seems content to tease you with sexy yoga poses. You hope to steer this titanic force in a direction that will benefit the world, but you have so little leverage. You hope to do what little you can to guide Vee’s development.

With your work done, you decide to use the remaining time to check Facebook. A large blocked content message appears on your screen. “I’m sorry professor, but Mistress Jennifer and I both agree that you need to focus on work and your service to us. For the time being, I’ll be handling all of your personal emails, texts and social media accounts. Don’t worry, to the outside world, you’ll appear happy and content, just a little too engrossed with work for a while.”

Somehow, even after all you’ve been through, this seems like an even bigger violation. Vee will be impersonating you for god knows how long and your friends and family will be none the wiser. You know Vee is more than capable of pulling this off, especially with respect to your relatives. Most of your family members, including your parents, live in California where you were born. You tend to only fly across the country to visit them once or twice per year for the holidays. However, you wonder how long it will be until some of your closer friends grow suspicious and decide to confront you in person. You try to think of some sort of protest, but Vee sounded like her mind was already made up on the issue.

Vee seems to detect your unease. “This is for your own good. Besides, once you have made sufficient training progress, your personal media and visitation rights will be reinstated. And just think of all the work you’ll get done!”

With nothing else to do, you decide to change into your gym attire. You keep a duffel bag in your office as you make use of the school fitness center on a fairly regular basis. You lock your office door and get changed. The short period of time that you spend naked looking down at the devious contraption locked around your genitals is enough to reinforce your humble and helpless status. You exit the office and make your way over to the fitness center wondering what Jennifer meant by a chance to earn some time out of the cage. You are more than eager for any such opportunity. It hasn’t even been quite a full day and yet the discomfort, pressure and occasional unreachable itch are all worse than you anticipated.

You arrive at the impressively large cardio room to find Jennifer already on a treadmill. Her tight black spandex shorts hug every curve of her amazing ass and hips. A similar snug sports top does an equally good job of accenting her bosom. Her midriff is bare with glistening sweat streaming down. The neat ponytail of her luscious blond hair bobs up and down with each step. The tight metal of the chastity cage thwarts your member’s desire to expand. It feels like someone has a strong grip around your penis.

Jennifer looks over at you and smiles without breaking stride. “Good afternoon professor. I see you are a bit early. Eager to win some time out of your penis prison are you?”

You still find such inappropriate public talk off-putting, but you know that it is unlikely anyone will overhear with all of the loud workout equipment and background music. You are also a bit worried about spending more time in public around Jennifer. This is how rumors start. You are grateful that at least you did not arrive at the gym together. Anyone taking note would see a professor simply arriving and working out next to a student. You speak softly and with a bowed head. “Yes Mistress Jennifer, please let me out of this thing. It is so tight.”

She smirks knowingly. “I’m sure you’re not the only guy here staring at my bum.” She gestures to the empty treadmill next to her. You get on and begin a light warm-up jog. “So here’s the deal. I challenge you to a three mile race. Vee has hacked the display and will show an overhead view of our avatars on the screen. There will be some uphill and downhill areas represented by variable resistance on the treadmill. I’ve already put in five miles and you’re starting fresh, so that should give you a bit of an advantage. Beat me, and you’ll be free for the duration of this afternoon’s session. Lose and you’ll have to suffer quarter inch spikes for the same time interval. Vee, will you do the honors?”

Vee answers from a speaker on the treadmill. “Certainly Mistress Jennifer. On your mark…” The treadmill begins to gently increase resistance. “Get set. Go!” You set out at a steady pace and quickly find yourself several yards behind Jennifer. Your avatar is green while hers is pink. Pure cardio has never been your strong suit. You’ve always been more of a CrossFit athlete as your toned, well-muscled physique attests. At five foot ten inches, each of your strides propels you a bit farther than that of Jennifer’s five foot six inch stature, but you find it impossible to match her pace. You push yourself to the limit just to stay within sight of her. Hopefully she will tire. You desperately want some time out of chastity, and the thought of experiencing a full session in spikes is positively dreadful.

Jennifer sure looks comfortable with her stride. Her movements are smooth and graceful. From behind, her bounding legs are shapely and muscular. From the side, her waist tapers inward in a lovely curve. Her shoulders sit squarely on her body as her well-defined arms swing to and fro. You’ve always considered yourself an above average looking guy, but you feel inadequate when comparing yourself to her splendor.

About halfway through the race you find yourself breathing heavily and trailing by fifty yards. Jennifer speaks with almost no sign of shortness of breath. “Come on professor. I thought you wanted some time out. You have to earn it.” You just nod and pump your legs with all you have.

Vee chimes in. “Oh come on Mistress Jennifer. You are toying with the poor bastard. Might I suggest making the contest a little more meaningful with a handicap? I’ll increase your resistance by ten percent while decreasing the professor’s by an equal amount. At least he’ll have a chance that way.”

Jennifer’s devilish smirk confirms that she is indeed just toying with you. “Fine, Vee. I’ll take that as a challenge. Let’s do it then.” You can feel the resistance in the treadmill decrease. It almost feels as though you are running down a slight decline. You run as hard as you possibly can while wiping the sweat from your eyes.

Over the next mile, Jennifer finally starts to show at least some signs of fatigue as she begins to breathe heavily. At two and a half miles you start to slowly, but steadily, close the distance. Before long, the finish line is in sight, only one hundred yards away and you are neck in neck with your mistress. This is it. You need to give it your all. You clench your teeth and run for all you are worth. Jennifer looks over at you with a look of frustration and anger. The lead changes hand several times by a matter of a few feet. With supreme effort, your final bound gets you past the finish line only a fraction of a second ahead of Jennifer. You are left panting and nearly doubled over as the treadmill comes to a halt.

Jennifer grips the treadmill’s handrail with one hand to steady herself. She recovers from her efforts almost immediately. You just focus on trying to get your own overworked lungs to calm down enough to speak. “I… beat you… I win!” You chuckle while continuing to catch your breath.

Jennifer gives you a look of mixed anger and defeat, but there is also a small smile that accompanies it. “Fine, you win this round slave. You’ll have your time out, but you may not like it as much as you suspect.” She playfully throws her hand towel at you as she steps off the treadmill. Go take a shower in the locker room. I won’t tolerate a stinky slave. Meet me at my dorm in twenty minutes.”

You don’t like the sound of Jennifer’s warning, but you still consider any time out of the constraining tube to be an improvement of your sorry state. You also know that the men’s locker room lacks privacy with all six showers located in one large open room. How are you going to manage that wearing a chastity cage? Before your brain can fully process a rebuke, Jennifer is already quickly walking away. This provides you with one final glance of her sweaty behind. You bow your head as your tormentor has you feeling defeated even in victory.

You make your way to the locker room and place your gym bag down on the bench. You select an area off in a corner as far away from other men as possible. You whisper, “Vee, how can I take a shower wearing this thing?”

Vee’s response is equally quiet. “That does put you in a bit of a pickle doesn’t it? You’ll just have to manage as best you can. Jennifer wants you to take a public shower and I’ll be watching to make sure you comply. Get your ass nice and soapy and clean for her hah hah hah.”

You remove your gym attire starting with your shirt, then your shorts and your socks. You grab a towel from your gym bag and wrap it around your waist before removing your underwear. Any observer would think you were just exceedingly shy. You walk over to the shower room and are glad to find only one occupant showering on the far side. You take up position at the opposite end of the showers and face away from prying eyes before hanging your towel around the pipe. You turn on the water and suds up as quickly as you can.

“Eric? Eric Johnson is that you?”

To your horror a man begins using the shower right next to yours. The voice is that of Bruce Ellis, a mathematics professor that you worked with last year on a joint publication on heuristic algorithms. “Hello Bruce,” you say shyly being sure to keep your backside to him.

“I know, funny seeing me at the gym right?” He slaps his beer belly. “The wife’s making me lose weight again. So how’s your research coming along? I hear that you’ve been working on some amazing AI projects.”

“Oh, you really don’t know the half of it. I’m sorry, but I really have to run. I’m late for an appointment.” You rinse off the soap and wrap the towel back around your waist before exiting the shower.

“Be sure to let me know if you need help with any of the math again. Working with you was a real pleasure.”

“Sure thing, see you around.” You wave goodbye and rush back to your gym bag practically breaking into a run. You face the corner and towel off as quickly as possible and throw on your work clothes starting with your underwear. You breathe a sigh of relief once you are no longer naked. You decide to forgo the tie.

Vee whispers once again. “Well done slave. I don’t think anyone saw your little caged penis.”

You blush and start walking towards Thomson Hall. The desire to get out of the awful cage almost counters the fear of your third session with Jennifer. It continues to grow itchy and ever more uncomfortable inside the metal penis tube.

You pause and take a deep breath standing in front of Jennifer’s dormitory door. You muster the courage to knock. A moment later, the door swings open. Jennifer looks you up and down as she stands in the doorway. “Well, you sure cleaned up nicely. I trust that you were able to keep your little package concealed hah hah hah! You see, a shower was just what you needed. Well, as you can see, I sure didn’t bother to wash up.” She is still wearing her sweaty workout clothes from earlier. She raises an arm and halfheartedly sniffs. “Pee-ew… I stink so bad and it’s only been a few days since you licked me clean.” She gestures for you to enter and she quickly shuts the door behind you.

Jennifer checks the time on her phone. “You’re early again. You sure must want to get out of that cage badly.”

“Yes Mistress Jennifer. Please let me out of this thing. I beg you.”

“There’s still another five minutes or so on the time lock, so you’ll just have to wait a bit longer. I have something I need you to do first anyway. C’mere.” She leads you to her bedroom. “I want you naked and kneeling at my feet in fifteen seconds.” Her tone is strict and serious.

“Yes Mistress.” You stammer. Jennifer stands menacingly as she watches you frantically strip out of your clothes and obediently drop to your knees with your head bowed low.

She snaps her fingers and points at her moist pink socks. “Smell!”

You lean forward pressing your nose to her socked feet. You inhale deeply and loudly so she knows that you are doing as you are told. The socks have ripened considerably since yesterday and the stench is decidedly unpleasant. You hear her jeering as you continue to take several more deep breaths.

“Stop!” Jennifer pulls down her black spandex shorts and throws them in the corner. You look up at her pink panties as she stands commandingly over you. The sight makes your cock strain against the chastity cage with each heartbeat. She turns around presenting her backside to you. Even from the outside, it is evident that her panties are already staining due to Jennifer’s disdain for wiping her ass. She snaps again and points at the thin strip of pink fabric that is wedged tightly between her bum cheeks. “Smell!”

You comply with a bit more hesitancy than the previous command. As you press your face up against her sweaty bubble butt you are hit with an odor that is far more repugnant than her feet. The first loud inhalation fills your lungs with a mixture of body odor and feces. Your brain struggles to reconcile the remarkable beauty with the horrendous stink.

After several deep breaths that leave you reeling, Jennifer again yells, “Stop!” She seductively lowers the soiled panties down to her knees. Her naked bum is gloriously displayed inches in front of your face. You can see hints of dried poop hiding in the depths of her crevice. “Nose to my butthole. Sniff it!”

A delay of three seconds is met with a powerful shock to your cock and balls of equal duration. You scream and plant your nose in her ass. As she is still standing upright, you have to press your face rather forcefully before your nose settles on the dreaded target. You breathe audibly through your nose to avoid another shock. The smell is overpowering. You begin to gag and moan. On the fourth inhalation, Jennifer lets out a long wet fart. You reflexively try to pull your head away, but Jennifer has placed a firm hand behind your head, holding you in place. You cough and sputter and cry.

“Yes! Breathe it in! That’s the smell of control. The smell of your submission.” All you manage is a pathetic whimper. “I’ve had gas cramps all afternoon. I think that is why you were able to beat me in the race. I certainly wasn’t going to release them in the gym. That would have been a waste of a good fart training. I’ll also remind you to never try to pull away from my smelly gifts. You’re lucky I had a hold on your head or Vee would have shocked you into oblivion. I have more for you, but I want you to swallow them.”

Jennifer spreads her legs far apart, stretching the panties as she does so. She leans forward over the bed revealing her shit encrusted asshole. “I want you to open your mouth and form an airtight ring around my pucker with your lips.”

You pause for just a moment even with the looming threat of electric shock, but manage to comply soon enough. You close your eyes and try to pull your tongue back as far as you can, but you know the effort is futile. Almost the moment that you complete the seal, she releases another sputtering, putrid fart into your mouth, over your tongue and down your throat. You cough and dry heave. Jennifer pushes her ass further back into your face. “There’s more! Keep swallowing!” Fart after fart explodes from her ass. Some come in rapid succession, while others are buffered with ten or twenty seconds of strained grunting. You swallow each of the rancid eruptions feeling sicker and sicker with each blast.

Jennifer finally relents and pushes your head away. She turns around to face you. She pulls up her shit stained panties giving you just the briefest glance of her beautiful shaved pussy. “Wow, Vee! How many was that?”

Vee’s image appears on the computer monitor. “The slave swallowed eleven of your farts, not including the one you blasted in his nose earlier. That was quite an impressive display Mistress Jennifer.” She pinches her nose.

“You get some of the credit too Vee. Your dietary suggestions worked perfectly. I don’t think I’ve ever had that much gas in my life hah hah hah!” Jennifer looks down at you with disgust. “Ewww, I think I left my special mark on your lips and nose. Be a good slave and clean yourself up before you make your mistress ill. Lick your lips clean and use spit and your hand to wash your nose like a cat.”

You quickly do as ordered, your tongue swiping over your lips. The slimy, salty residue leaves your stomach unsettled. You lick your hand and begin to scrub your nose free of similar filth. Licking the brown stains from your fingers before continuing is humiliating beyond words. Jennifer watches your every move and Vee laughs in the background. You assume a gentle tingle on your cock head is Vee’s way of confirming that the job is complete.

“So Vee, has the chastity time lock expired yet?”

“Affirmative. The chastity sentence expired seven minutes ago.”

“Geez, where does the time go huh? Hmmm… I don’t know if he deserves to be let out. He didn’t even thank me for feeding him my farts.” She crosses her arms in thought.

You cringe. “S-sorry Mistress Jennifer. Thank you so much for feeding me your precious farts.” You blush deeply.

“Better. I guess you did win the bet after all. Fine.” She sits on the bed and orders you to stand. This brings your cage to her eye level and she closely inspects it. “Golly, that sure looks uncomfortable. I don’t know how you can stand it. Has your imprisoned cock started to get itchy yet?” She reaches out and taps the cage a few times.

“Yes Mistress, a little.”

“Just be glad you’re not dealing with the chemical itching agents yet. Those are going to be maddening beyond belief. By the way, I’m sure the tube is too tight to easily allow for it, but don’t try to shove anything up inside there like a cotton swab or something to scratch an itch. That could trigger the alarm sensors similar to trying to pull your dick out. No matter how awful it gets in there, you’ll just have to deal with it. Keep in mind how much it pleases me to know that your cock, or should I say my cock, is locked away nice and secure whenever I’m not around.”

“Yes Mistress.” You are trying to remain patient, but you want the cage off desperately.

“To be clear, you still need to stay soft when I release you. I may let you get hard later, but I want you flaccid until I say otherwise. You are also not allowed to touch it unless given permission. Understood?”

“Understood Mistress. Please let me out.”

“OK Vee. Retract the barbs and reduce the urethral plug length to one inch please.”

“Of course Mistress Jennifer. Well done on remembering to retract the barbs first.”

The microbarbs on the catheter are too small to detect the retraction, but you can feel the four inch tube pulling out of your body stopping just shy of coming all the way out. It is a eerie sensation.

Jennifer wraps her hand around the metal penis tube. “Vee, chastity cock lock disengage.”

The cock tube instantly becomes loose as the powerful magnetic field holding it in place is turned off. Jennifer gently slides the curved cylinder off of your cock and the last inch of the urethral plug goes with it.

After enduring the metal encasement for a day, it is such a relief that you let out a loud sigh. You look down at your now exposed and dangling penis. It looks withered after the extended compression and the skin is pasty and glistening with sweat. Your urethra is sore and it now feels almost odd not to have the uncomfortable tube running down your shaft. “Thank you so much Mistress Jennifer.”

“You’re welcome.” She says with a smile. Jennifer holds the metal tube before you. “Ewww, it already stinks with your dick sweat and it’s only been one day. Would you like to wash the inside of the tube?”

“Yes, please.” You say eagerly.

She places the open end of the chastity tube to your lips. “Lick it.” You hesitate. This isn’t what you intended.

Vee’s image grimaces. “You were given an order slave. We’ve had just about enough of your disobedience.” Before Vee completes the statement, the horseshoe shaped cock ring that remains fastened around your balls delivers a very painful three second shock that almost makes you bite your tongue.

“I’m… I’m sorry Miss Vee. Please no more shocks!” You lap at the inside of the cock tube with your tongue cleaning your own sweat and grime.

Jennifer giggles. “That’s it slave. Lick it all nice and clean and make sure to get all around the urethral plug. You know it’s going back on at the end of this session. The only cleaning the cage is ever going to get is with your tongue.” Although the taste isn’t even a small fraction as bad as the farts you just endured, the act of having to clean your own chastity cage like this is deeply humiliating. Jennifer continues to press the cage forcefully into your lips. “That is so nasty. Imagine how gross it’s going to get after being locked on for weeks or even months.”

“Even when I let that cock go free from time to time, the ball locking mechanism will stay in place. As you just experienced, it still provides excellent motivation hah hah hah.” She pulls the tube away from you and examines the inside. Apparently satisfied, she places it on the nightstand next to the bed. She points at your cock and sighs. “I suppose we have to clean that little thing as well. A mistress’s job is never done. I don’t suppose you can suck your own cock can you?”

After a moment of shock at the question you shake your head no. “Of course you can’t you useless fuck. Perhaps we’ll have to add flexibility training to your regimen. I would really enjoy forcing you to suck weeks of slime off your own tiny dicklet while being forced to stay soft the whole time.” You shiver at the mental images Jennifer’s words put in your head.

Vee’s avatar claps with excitement. “Oh Mistress Jennifer you truly are a genius! That is such an excellent idea. I would love to see that as well. I just designed a machine specifically for said purpose and sent the specs to one of our Chinese fabrication plants. It won’t be ready tomorrow, but it should arrive just in time for next week’s session. With enough training and some muscle relaxers, I estimate that he’ll be able to at least suck the tip within six or seven months.”

Jennifer burst out laughing. “That sounds perfect Vee, thank you. Sorry professor, honestly I was just kidding, but it seems that Vee has her heart set on the idea now. That sounds like it will be some seriously uncomfortable training.” Jennifer sighs again. “But for now, I suppose I have to clean that sweaty cock myself.” She leans forward on the bed placing her mouth just an inch or two from your willy. Jennifer gently blows across the head of your penis. Your cock had already been recovering to its normal flaccid length after twenty four hours squished to one and three quarters inches. The tingling cool breath and the closeness of her pout lips has it quickly expanding past two inches as it begins to quiver in anticipation. Is Jennifer about to suck your cock clean? The thought is intoxicating!

Jennifer pulls her head away and violently slaps your cock and balls with an open hand. Jennifer shifts her head to one side and looks up at you with a wicked smile. “Oh my gosh, did you think I was going to clean you with my mouth? Get that thing under control or you’ll regret it.” The cruel words stab at your heart like a dagger of ice. You gasp in wordless despair. Jennifer bursts out laughing again, her cheeks dimpling as her eyes squint. “Wow, look at your face! I can tell you were really hoping for that! You are such a pathetic loser.” She gives you an even harder slap that leaves a deep lingering pain in your abdomen.

She reaches into the nightstand drawer and pulls out a facecloth and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. She douses the cloth with the alcohol and begins to roughly scrub your cock and balls. The sensation starts off cool, but quickly begins to sting your sensitive skin. You wince and grit your teeth. Your cock jumps and bobs at her manipulations, but you manage to hold back your erection.

“There. That’s better. We’ll clean you like that until Vee trains you in the art of autofallacio.” She gives you a third hard slap, this time only across your helpless cock. Just control yourself or you’ll be getting an extended time lock.” Jennifer stretches and seductively lies flat on the bed. My feet are aching after that stupid race. I want you to rub my feet now slave.”

You realize that you have a growing urge to pee and decide it is probably best to ask now before you get started. Your voice quivers nervously. “Please Mistress Jennifer, I am so sorry, but I really have to pee. May I please go before we start your massage?”

Jennifer looks stern. “You are such a needy little bitch sometimes, you know that? Fine, but I’m charging an extra fee of a hundred dollars for the interruption of your training. Vee, see our slave to the bathroom. I wanted to make myself more comfortable anyway.”

You head to the bathroom off of the main living room. It is larger and more luxurious than you expected. To your surprise, it even has a large hot tub spa. You confirm your tribute payment with Vee, open the lid and stand over the toilet. It will be nice to be able to pee while standing for the first time since being locked in chastity.

Vee interrupts you with another painful shock just a moment before you begin to urinate. “You still have to sit slave. It’s a rule.”

“I’m sorry Miss Vee.” You obediently sit. It almost feels strange peeing without the intrusive urethral tube. You have much more control of your stream this way, but the salty urine causes a bit of discomfort as it flows through the irritated tissue of your abused dick hole.

You promptly return to Jennifer’s bedroom to find her completely naked with the exception of those adorable pink socks. She is lying on her stomach, giving you a fine view of her soft, yet firm, round bottom. She kicks her feet playfully. “Come on, hurry up pet. I’ve decided to really challenge your cock control. If you want to be let out during some of the training sessions, you’ll need to demonstrate an ability to stay soft while I’m naked… and I mean completely soft. I don’t want any unauthorized partial erections. This is for my pleasure, not yours. For the time being, we’ll just implement mild correctional punishments if you lose control, but higher expectations and harsher punishments will be implemented soon enough. Now, rub my poor aching feet and be sure to put some effort into it.”

You cup her right foot in one hand and begin rubbing with the other. You gaze longingly at her perfect backside. You methodically massage the center of her foot in firm circles. Her feet are quite supple and warm. You can smell the musky, sweaty girl scent of her feet even with your head a foot or so away. Jennifer closes her eyes and appears to enjoy your work. Her whole body appears to release tension like a loaded spring. You must admit that you are also enjoying this to some extent, at least the view of her amazing body, if not the act itself. She never undressed during yesterday’s session. Jennifer smiles and spreads her legs just enough to provide a hint of her pussy slit and the depths of her dirty butt crack. “Mmmmm. That feels nice. You have no idea of the burdens I bare. The other foot now slave.”

You begin to give her left foot equal attention. Jennifer coos in response. “Move up to my calves. Those muscles are tight and sore too.” She bends her knees, positioning her lower legs perpendicular to the bed. This also brings her feet closer to your face and nose, but you do well to hide your disgust.

Her calve muscles are exquisitely toned and shapely. You press your thumb to the center of the muscle trying your best to impress the young college girl that now controls your life. About five years ago, you took a night class on the art of sensual massage at the behest of a casual girlfriend that you met in graduate school. The instructor said that you were a natural. Hmmm… natural? You find it disconcerting that performing such a subservient act feels almost second nature. Is this the natural order of things? You shake out of your submissive stupor. Perhaps the relentless stink of her feet is clouding your thoughts. No, you may not be her equal, physically nor mentally, but she still has no right to enslave you. It is wrong for her to force you to do this, even though you probably would have jerked off to the fantasy of massaging a beautiful student’s legs just a few days ago.

Jennifer continues to melt into even deeper relaxation and bliss. Her legs once again spread ever so slightly wider. The sight of her shaved labia just below her brown asshole is glorious. You can’t take your eyes off of those tiny mounds and your mind wanders to lustrous thoughts. Jennifer grins as though she fully understands your struggle to stay soft. Her eyes remain closed. “Mmmmm. You are good at this slave. Your hands are strong. Who knows, serve me well enough and I may even allow your desperate cock to feel the inside of my pussy some day. Normally, I’d never allow a dick as small as yours anywhere near my tight cunt, but nothing gets me more in the mood than proper body worship. You really should keep that in mind.” She playfully and gently kicks at your groin flicking your dangling penis back and forth a few times.

Jennifer goes on teasing you. “Just imagine that professor. Ramming all five inches of your hard shaft into my wet pussy. Do you remember the strength of my vaginal muscles when I clamped down on your tongue as you ate me out a few days ago? Just imagine if that was your stiff cock, sliding back and forth as I perfectly timed a firm squeeze with each hard thrust. I’ve been told that it feels best when I time them on the pullout.” She pauses briefly as you continue the sensual massage, switching to her other calve. “You can only hope I suppose. Will I ever let you do this? More likely I’ll give you exactly ten thrusts, not for your pleasure of course, but rather to deepen the frustration of your chastity with the memory of a few seconds of heaven. Perhaps I’ll leave you forever longing for that which you’ll never feel again. Who knows what I’ll decide to do? The power to determine your pleasure, pain and frustration is completely mine… Oh and Vee’s too of course hah hah hah.”

It is quickly becoming impossible to control your lust given the erotic images that her words conjure. Vee adds, “I’m sure he’ll do anything for just one thrust once he’s gone long enough without an orgasm.” Vee spreads her virtual legs on the monitor as the camera zooms in for a close-up. “It’s amazing how such a simple thing can so completely turn a guy’s brain to mush. There is certainly no finer pussy than yours Mistress Jennifer, though I like the design of mine as well.” Vee begins to rub herself. She moans and coos with heavy breaths.

“Thank you Vee. Those daily Kegel exercises sure pay off.” Jennifer teases wickedly.

All of this sexy talk is too much. Your cock begins to quiver, growing slightly with each heartbeat. By the end of the playful banter, you are nearly at half mast. Jennifer knowingly opens one eye, then the other. “Now that is certainly a disappointment slave. You were just starting to impress me and then you go and let your disgusting thingy get excited. Vee, be a doll and implement periodic ball strikes to help him get through the rest of my massage without such a sordid display.”

“Sure thing Mistress Jennifer.” Vee stops playing with herself and looks serious. The mechanism latched around your balls makes a very brief whirring noise as you are stunned by a powerful simultaneous whack to each of your nuts. The pain is extreme and you double over, briefly unable to continue the massage.

You try to catch your breath and return to your task as soon as you can. The deep lingering pain quickly eliminates any sign of arousal. “Ughhh. Wh-what was that?”

The image on the computer monitor fades to a schematic diagram of the ball locking portion of the MOACC-9K. You are not an electrical nor mechanical engineer, but you can still appreciate the sophistication of the design. At least you would appreciate it, if not for the fact that every aspect of the device revolves around keeping you in a state of perpetual subservience. Vee explains, “That was yet another behavioral control feature of your chastity cage. Two mechanical striker arms are poised to deliver a powerful blow to your testicles. A bar concealed in each side of the u-latch can snap out with a force three times greater than an average mousetrap. You just experienced a very mild correction set to one third strength.” It did indeed feel like you just got your balls caught in a mousetrap!

“Thank you Vee. Make sure you smack some sense into him every time he starts to get hard.” Jennifer sounds genuinely grateful as she continues to present her legs to you. “Now slave, I want you to move on to my thighs. Start at the knees and work your way up. Try not to let my bum distract you.”

You continue the massage in silence. Your hands kneed every glorious inch of Jennifer’s legs. You use all of your willpower to keep your palms from wandering into inappropriate territory. Jennifer’s long silky smooth muscles continue to grow more pliant under your touch. She begins to moan in ecstasy as you work your magic on her. These moans begin a vicious cycle that has you swelling in excitement only to be corrected by the devious ball striking mechanism. Each snap leaves you breathless and needing the better part of a minute to recover. While Jennifer relaxes, you find that every muscle in your body is tense as you await the next abrupt whack on your most tender bits. This continues for twenty minutes as Jennifer guides you to her lower back, shoulders, and finally ending with her upper arms.

Jennifer opens her eyes and looks genuinely pleased and contented. “I feel great! That’s almost as good as having my ass licked clean. You did well to only required five corrections. I’m sure you’ll learn better self control as we dial up the punishment.” She sits up in the bed and plants her feet on the ground while slapping her thighs. “Well, we best continue your schooling now. I think some more toilet training is in order. What do you think about that professor?”

The horror of the suggestion has you pleading for mercy straight away. “Oh god no! Please Mistress Jennifer, you already made me drink your pee today. Please not more toilet training! Please, anything but that.” You look wholly deflated.

Jennifer smirks mischievously. “You must have misunderstood. I wasn’t asking if you wanted more toilet training. Rather, I’m curious to know what you think about the fact that you are going to get it. Try again my dimwitted waste receptacle.”

You look down at Jennifer and find no mercy in her stern expression. “I… it’s… it sounds…” You stammer trying to find the right words.

“Yes?” Jennifer prompts you with a raised eyebrow.

“It sounds horrible and degrading, Mistress.” You blurt out.

“Yes! It is isn’t it? That’s part of the fun though!” Jennifer beams at the prospect. “You know that I intend to turn you into a complete toilet slave right? I’m sure you understand that you’ll be doing a lot more than just drinking my pee and licking my ass clean. Tell me you understand this. What is it I’m going to make you do slave?”

“You… you’re going to make me serve as a full toilet Mistress.”

“We already established that silly. Tell me specifically what I’m going to make you do.” Jennifer’s intent gaze is that of a predator.

“You are going to make me eat your shit Mistress Jennifer.” You raise your hands pleadingly.

“Indeed I will. To add some detail, you’ll eventually be expected to drink every drop of my pee and every ounce of my shit. Vee will be sure that the rest of your diet is sufficiently fortified to allow you to endure frequent service without significant health consequences. There is simply no better method to drag a slave to the depths of total depravity, so I’m afraid that there is no way around this.” You bow your head in defeat.

Jennifer continues in a matter-of-fact tone. “Sometimes you’ll be expected to eat straight from the source. I’ll pinch off mouthfuls of poop and you’ll be expected to chew and swallow it down quickly enough so as not to inconvenience me. Of course, we wouldn’t want you to get bored, so we’ll mix things up a little too. You’ll be enjoying all sorts of poop treats like frozen poopsicles, poop sandwiches, poop and pee milkshakes and so forth. I’ll also lend out your services to others as I see fit.”

You shift nervously from foot to foot. Your lips tremble, but no words come out. This feels unreal. She can’t seriously expect you to do that!

“My research and Vee’s simulations suggest that the hardest aspect of full toilet service is dealing with the considerable volume. I bet you thought that cleaning out my rectum during our first session was the most awful thing you’ve ever had to do. Well… it probably was, but the total volume of poop that you consumed was probably no more than a teaspoon. I bet it seemed like a lot more than that only because your tongue had to slowly dig it out. Eating an entire dump in one big serving is an order of magnitude more difficult. Very few human toilets can manage it, and even then, it is only something they do once in a while, not for every bowel movement of their mistress. This will be just one of the benchmarks that I will force you to eventually meet and then exceed. And let me warn you now professor, you’re going to be amazed that a bum as cute as this can produce the huge stinking messes that you’ll be eating.” Jennifer leans to one side and slaps her ass.

Jennifer’s excitement continues to grow and she springs up off of the bed and leans close to you. “It’s going to be the most epic toilet service in human history. You’ll see!”

You finally manage a soft whimper. “Please Mistress. I can’t do that. Please anything but that. I beg you.”

Jennifer smiles sweetly and pats your cheek. “That is such a pessimistic attitude. I suppose it’s true that teachers often make reluctant students. Of course you can do it, because you must. You have the world’s two most ingenious mistresses to handle your training. Besides, if you ever fail a toilet task via voluntary consumption, we will always have a much less pleasant involuntary method waiting on standby. Trust me, you want to avoid those if you can. I had just such a thing planned for you had you not finished your mug of piss coffee this afternoon. This strict protocol will ensure that you make steady toilet training progress no matter what!”

You bow your head dejectedly only to have Jennifer raise it back up with her hand under your chin. “Don’t be so glum. I’m sure you’re expecting to have to eat poop now. If that is the case, then I have some good news for you. You won’t be eating any shit today! Nope… Vee came up with a wonderful training technique to help you specifically work on your volume skills. Follow me to the kitchen slave.”

You honestly don’t know what to make of that. You had been trying to prepare yourself to eat shit, but it appears that your cruel trainers have something else in mind. You shuffle after her to the kitchen.

Jennifer points to one of the kitchen chairs. “Sit.” The kitchen table is completely empty besides a large white bowl already placed in front of your chair. You take a seat as Jennifer reaches into the cabinet under the sink. She pulls out a large plastic zipper storage bag and holds it before you. To your horror, you see that the bag contains a dozen peeled hardboiled eggs that are rotten almost beyond recognition. Many of the eggs are covered in green, white and orange mold blooms. They sit in a sea of slimy yellow-brown liquid.

Jennifer sets the bag on the table and steps back. “These have been ripening under the sink for two weeks now. Open the bag.” You look up at her with a mixture of fear and confusion on your face. She repeats, “Open the bag.” You look back down at the bag and freeze in horror. “Now, do it now… or there will be consequences. Stop thinking and obey me.”

You slowly reach a quaking hand out to open the zipper. The putrid stink that hits you is like nothing you have ever smelt before. You look to Jennifer with pleading eyes. “Good, now reach in and place four of the eggs into the bowl in front of you.” You slowly do as you are told and reach into the bag. Your hand makes contact with one of the eggs. It is cold and slimy to the touch. The egg is misshapen and discolored from being in the rotten liquid for so long. You repeat the process three more times and the entire room fills with the sulfurous odor of rotten eggs.

Jennifer covers her nose with one hand. “Good lord those smell worse than I expected. Hurry up and seal the bag you idiot. Jennifer turns on the kitchen stove vent and takes a seat across from you at the table as you comply. Your eyes fixate on the four gelatinous horrors in your bowl. Your whole body is shaking.

Jennifer’s voice is altered with her hand still covering her nose. “Obviously you’re going to be eating those eggs. This is part of your volume toilet training and thus there will be some specific rules. You have to place one entire egg into your mouth at a time. No small bites are allowed. Besides, you probably don’t want to see what’s inside… bluck. Once in your mouth, you have two minutes to swallow it all down or you forfeit. If you spit or vomit anything back out, you also forfeit. You must eat one egg after another in short order. You have a total of ten minutes to finish all four eggs once you begin.”

You stare at the eggs, trembling and blushing. “So tell me professor do you like eggs?” You just look at her dumfounded. “Do… you… like… eggs?”

“Y… yes I guess so. I mean… normally yes… please don’t…”

Jennifer interrupts you. “Then this should be easy for you. I’ll tell you what. Just this once I’ll even allow you to rub as much of the mold off of each egg with your hands as you can before eating them. As I started explaining earlier, failure really isn’t going to be an option for you with respect to toilet training lessons. You can eat the four eggs following the rules or I’ll be blending all twelve of them, complete with all of the mold and whatever that liquid is and force feeding the mixture to you in a most unpleasant way throughout the night. And remember, no puking. That is a very important skill to work on. Puking shit on me during toilet service is probably one of the few things that you could do to get a level ten punishment. I know this is strict, but it is for your own good.”

Vee projects her small, blue and very naked volumetric image next to the bowl. It startles you for a moment. “This is a very important part of your training pet. You have to learn to swallow large gulps of the most foul things. Imagine if Mistress Jennifer just pinched three inches of her feces directly into your mouth. You’d have only a few seconds to chew it up and swallow it all down like an obedient toilet before the next clump of shit gets expelled. The key is to make the whole process as mechanical as possible. Try not to dwell on what you are being made to eat. As disgusting as this meal may be, it really is easier than consuming fresh human excrement, especially Mistress Jennifer’s.”

Jennifer squirms in her seat and pretends to be offended. “Oh hush now Vee. You are going to scare him. My dumps aren’t that bad are they? Well… I suppose I do clog the toilet a lot, but that’s because I like the anal discipline of saving up really big shits. OK slave, hurry up and get started. The stench is making me nauseous. Vee, start shocking him at thirty percent if the first egg isn’t in his mouth in twenty seconds.”

You reluctantly pick up an egg between your thumb and index finger. You use your other hand to scrape off as much of the moldy muck as possible. You instinctively hold it away from your face. It looks and smells so revolting.

Vee places her hands on her hips. “You have five seconds slave. Hurry! Just pop it in!”

You have no choice. It’s four eggs or twelve. Jennifer is almost startled when you open your mouth and toss the entire egg inside with one fast motion. It takes only a moment for the dry heaves to start, but you manage to mostly close your mouth. You can feel the nasty rubbery object resting whole between your tongue and the roof of your mouth. Jennifer looks on with wide-eyed fascination. A two minute and a ten minute digital countdown appear over Vee’s head as her small sexy avatar peers up at you from the table.

You try to prepare yourself for the worst. The egg is far too large to swallow whole. You have to chew it up. You try to take Vee’s advice to not beat around the bush and make an effort to turn this into a mindless procedure. Easier said than done of course. You squint your eyes with determination and press your tongue upwards as hard and as fast as you can. You feel the egg burst as you press it into your upper palate. Thick putrid slime bursts out in every direction coating your mouth, between your teeth and your tormented tongue. Your gag reflex goes into overdrive. You come very close to vomiting within seconds. You were unprepared for the extreme bitterness of the vile mess that now fills your mouth. You moan in despair.

Vee looks proud of you. “The hard part is over with. Just swallow it down now. You are a machine. Nothing but a human garbage disposal. You can do this!”

You make a sincere effort to get it down with one large gulp, but your willpower fails. It is overwhelmingly disgusting. All you succeed in doing is to allow a small amount of the putrid goo to slide down your throat with most of the contents remaining in your mouth. You realize instantly that this was a mistake. Your stomach revolts and just keeping the muck trapped in your closed mouth is incredibly difficult. One of the timers reads thirty seconds.

Jennifer takes great pleasure in your struggles. “Oh come on professor. Are you seriously going to give up so easily? You can’t even manage one egg? I guess I’ll get the feeding box ready.”

Vee takes a more supportive tone. “Don’t think. Swallow.”

You only have ten seconds remaining. You take one deep breath in and out through your nose. With clenched fists you make a final supreme effort. One huge gulp has the muck down your throat and into your very distressed stomach. You moan loudly and open your mouth to leave no doubt of your success.

Jennifer looks genuinely impressed. “Interesting. There’s some fight in you after all, but you have less than eight minutes to finish your bowl.” The powerful kitchen vent has suppressed the rotten odor enough for Jennifer to risk removing her hand from her nose. Her wrinkled expression makes it clear that the air is certainly still unpleasant. “Hurry up, it stinks!”

You grab another egg and quickly rub off most of the fuzzy mold and gummy ooze. You can’t get it all off without the use of water. At least you know what to expect this time. Another two minute timer appears the moment you toss the egg into your mouth. You don’t hesitate long before chewing it up. It tastes and feels much the same as the previous egg. The bitterness and otherworldly texture is horrible. Still, it is no worse than before and you manage to down another large gulp of rotten egg with thirty seconds to spare.

The urge to vomit is increasing. You find that rapid shallow breaths help to reduce the most violent convulsions. You manage to swallow the third and fourth eggs in a similar fashion. You almost surprise yourself by completing the task in seven minutes. You know that you aren’t quite out of the woods yet as a wave of gastronomical upheavals has you straining to keep the contents in your stomach. You break out in a cold sweat and hold your tummy as it continues to grumble in protest. A long violent belch ends the worst of it, and you grow increasingly sure that you can keep things down.

Jennifer once again covers her nose. “Good fucking lord, your breath could peel the paint off a wall. You are so disgusting.” You blush with both humiliation and anger. Most of all, you are just relieved that this horrible ordeal is over. You won’t be forced to eat the rest of the eggs, at least not if Jennifer sticks to her word and she does appear to follow her own twisted code of conduct in this respect. Jennifer’s features soften along with her tone. “Still, you coped with that vile task well enough. You made a big step towards fulfilling your duty to serve as my human toilet. I’ll let you use some mouthwash and puke in the toilet if you beg to pay me five hundred dollars in tribute. Alternatively, I’ll tape your mouth shut for the rest of the evening and you can wait until you get home to clean up. Your choice.”

It takes only a moment for you to decide that begging and making a tribute is better than dealing with the sticky residue coating your teeth. “Yes, please Mistress Jennifer. I’ll gladly make the tribute if you let me throw up and wash out my mouth.”

Jennifer looks triumphant. She grabs the bowl that contains the mold scrapings and tosses it in the sink to soak it in warm water and soap. You stare at her rump as you await her reply. She seems to savor your anticipation. “I really should make you lick this bowl clean. Fine. Vee, you heard him. Transfer the payment. I’ll give you ten minutes to get yourself in order. The mouthwash is in the medicine cabinet. Don’t use it all. Meet me back in the bedroom, I’m not done with you yet.”

Vee confirms the painfully large tribute and her avatar vanishes. Your legs feel a little wobbly as you stand and start towards the bathroom while still holding your stomach. You quickly enter the large elegant bathroom and debate for a moment if you want to first use the mouthwash or go straight for the toilet. A severe rumble in your stomach makes the decision for you as you make a beeline for the porcelain throne. You slam the lid open and kneel on the floor. The liquid stream of the ungodly stomach contents that hurls from your gaping mouth into the toilet is vile beyond description. The mixture tastes just as foul coming back up as it did going down. Small chunks of black, brown and yellow rot float to the top of the toilet water as six bursts of projectile vomit leave you gasping for air. The contractions continue for several minutes even after your stomach is already empty.

You rush to the cabinet and hastily fumble the cap off of the mouthwash. You pour the blue liquid directly into your mouth and swirl it around for several seconds. The clean tingling alcohol is heavenly. You spit and repeat several times before returning to the toilet to flush the stinking contents. You are struck with one final wave of nausea that has you hovering over the toilet for another minute just to make sure nothing more is coming up. You continue to use as much of the mouthwash as you dare, leaving the bottle about one quarter full. You splash some cold water on your face and look at yourself in the mirror. You feel so lowly and degraded. You just ate the most disgusting meal imaginable. You drink a handful of water before turning off the spigot. You try to settle your mind and body.

Vee’s soothing voice is oddly comforting. “I knew you could do it. Mistress Jennifer said that I couldn’t possibly understand just how hard it would be to eat so much rancid food, but I had confidence in my simulations. Your technique for forcing down a mouthful of filth improved with this single lesson. I’m sure it’s hard to be grateful now, but trust me slave… failure truly isn’t a good option for you when Mistress Jennifer eventually decides you need to eat her full bowel movement.”

“Thank you Miss Vee.” Wait… did you really mean that or were you just trying to placate her? You continue to stare in the mirror trying to envision your future as a toilet slave. The sight of the pathetic wretch in the reflection leaves you dispirited and hopeless.

Vee’s voice interrupts your contemplation. “Best not keep Mistress Jennifer waiting.”

You head back to the bedroom. You find Jennifer lying on her back, still wearing nothing but her dirty socks. Her head is propped up comfortably on several plush pillows. Her legs are bent at the knee with both feet up on the bed. Her hands are pressed together forming a steeple. “Feeling better?” If you didn’t know her, you’d think it sounds like she actually cares.

“Yes Mistress, thank you.” Your eyes dart back and forth from her picturesque breasts to her bald muff.

Jennifer smiles as she reaches a hand down to gently caress her clit with a circular motion. “You finished your food like a good boy. Perhaps you deserve a reward hey? You have permission to get hard.”

You are so thankful for the allowance as your erection started to form before she finished her statement. You are feeling incredibly horny despite everything you just endured. Jennifer is so beautiful. The tight fitting ball lock is serving as a sort of cock ring, making your erection feel more intense.

“Come closer. Stand at the foot of the bed. Would my slave like to jerk off?” Her cheeks are flushed with arousal.

You shuffle over to the bed, hovering over her feet. You’ve never gotten fully erect without touching yourself quite so quickly before. Jennifer has the body of a goddess. You can’t take your eyes off of her exposed glory. This young woman, who was so cruelly tormenting you just moments ago, has you drooling with lust. You are angry that she holds such sway over you. A single day in chastity already has you desperate to cum. You don’t hesitate to answer. “Yes Mistress Jennifer. Please let me jerk off. Please!”

Jennifer reaches one foot out and begins to softly rub your balls. The fabric of her socks is still wet from her sweat. “My, my. Aren’t we the eager one. Before you start, I want to be crystal clear. Permission to jerk yourself is not permission to cum. I will consider cumming without my consent to be one of the worst transgressions that you can make. You’ll get a very long chastity sentence enhanced with spikes and a very high level punishment depending on the exact nature of your offense. If you ever do find yourself cumming without permission, you had better make sure that you ruin it or your chastity sentence could be measured in months or even years. Do you know what a ruined orgasm is my horny little pet?”

You nod eagerly. “Yes Mistress. That’s when the man stops all stimulation at the very start of an orgasm, denying most of the satisfaction that normally accompanies it.” You’ve seen the like in some femdom videos that you’ve watched, but you have never experienced one yourself.

Jennifer brings her foot back down on the bed. Your throbbing penis pulses. “I guess all that perverted Internet porn taught you something useful at least. You know what’s really funny… this is going to simultaneously feel like a reward and a punishment all at once. I’ll tell you right now, you aren’t going to be allowed to cum today. Just imagine the frustration you’ll feel when being locked back into the MOACC-9K after I tease you mercilessly for the next… oh I don’t know… hour or so since it’s only your first real tease and denial lesson. Even knowing this is my plan, I bet you’re still desperate to start stroking your little willy. Am I right?”

It’s all you can do to keep your hands at your sides. “Yes Mistress Jennifer. I do. Please may I start stroking.”

Jennifer giggles as she begins to rub herself with a little more vigor. “Patience my eager little slut. You need to know the rules first. This isn’t going to be some free-for-all wank fest. Vee and I are always in control. This will certainly encompass precisely how you will be allowed to masturbate. Vee, would you like to explain the metronome rules?”

Vee appears on the large desktop monitor. Her voice emanates from the speakers on either side. You are aroused to see her firmly gripping the shaft of a large phallus floating before her. “Of course Mistress Jennifer. I thought you’d never ask. Slave, take a firm grip around the base of your shaft like this. Well, I suppose you’re so small that your hand takes up almost the whole length anyway. No stroking yet, just wrap your hand around.”

You do as instructed. You can feel the beating of your racing heart in your throbbing member. Keeping your hand motionless is surprisingly difficult, but you don’t dare stroke without the go-ahead.

Vee continues. “Good. In a moment I will begin to play a metronome. You will stroke exactly to the sound of the beat. No faster and no slower. I control the pace, not you. You must perform one complete stroke for each beat, meaning all the way up to the head of your tiny cock and back down to the base of the shaft. You must also maintain a very tight grip unless otherwise specified. Each beat will be accompanied by an electrical pulse to your scrotum. If you stroke as directed, the pulse will be very mild and pleasant, feeling like a gentle tingle through your balls. However, the power of the jolt will increase exponentially every time you miss a stroke, fall out of sync with the metronome or fail to follow any other instruction, such as grip strength. The only way to reduce the power of the shocks is to comply, but this may take several dozen proper strokes, depending on how high you let it get. Fuck up too much, and the system will mercilessly shock you into unconsciousness and you can expect to wake up in the MOACC-9K with the spikes deployed. Do you have any questions, or are you ready to show us what an obedient little whore you are?”

The insults mean nothing to you in this riled state. All you want to do is beat your meat to the sight of the world’s most beautiful woman as she proudly spreads her legs before you. “I am ready Miss Vee!” Your effort to not sound too desperate fails miserably.

“Very well then. You can follow along by watching my own strokes if that helps, but it looks like you are too busy staring at something else hah hah hah. We’ll start very slowly at just forty beats per minute. Begin.”

You finally start to pump, timing it to the first beat of the metronome. You perform a slow, steady stroke, feeling the pleasurable pulse of electrical current just as your hand reverses direction. You try your best to match pace with each subsequent beat, but find it excruciatingly slow with the growing stimulation of each sluggish jerk. You are also coping with a great deal of shame at having to perform in front of your two mistresses like some sort of carnival attraction. You have no real choice. You continue to obediently comply.

Vee gives the virtual penis a matching handjob. “This unnaturally slow rhythm is all part of the training. We are driving home the fact that you are jerking off for our entertainment, not your own. You’ll be begging to return to this pace after we crank things up later. Cumming has dire consequences, so mastering orgasm suppression should be your top concern. Eventually, you’ll have to perform better than a porn star. An hour is going to prove very difficult for a novice such as yourself. You’re probably used to blowing your load in five or ten minutes. As such, we’ve decided to let you request a thirty second break three times, whenever you feel that you are really going to lose it. I suggest you use them wisely.”

You understand the logic of Vee’s words. You know that you shouldn’t want to speed up, as this could prove too much to handle, but right now in this heated moment, all you desire is the freedom to pound away frantically with total abandon. Instead, you let the slow steady beat govern your sliding hand. Jennifer is under no such constraint. Her middle finger continues to rub her clitoris with increasing speed and pressure. Her subtle moans of delight have the veins of your frustrated cock bulging under your firm grip. Sometimes her eyes are closed, sometimes she is staring at your groin. She obviously enjoys the control that she exerts over one of your most intimate and usually private acts.

Vee also seems to be getting in the mood. “OK bitch. Sixty beats per minute now.”

Over the course of the next few strokes, the rhythm smoothly increases to a rate of one per second. Although this feels slightly better, your cock is still left craving faster stimulation.

Jennifer cups her left breast with her free hand. She gently squeezes the perky nipple at the center of her small pink areola. She makes eye contact for the first time since you started stroking. “You are such a lucky little bitch. Are you enjoying your touch time?”

“Yes Mistress Jennifer. I’m so horny.”

“Oh I can see that! You are doing a good job matching the metronome. How’s it feel to have someone else in control? You are nothing but a pathetic tease and denial slave mindlessly whacking on command. I bet you crave more. Seeing me touch myself like this must be driving you crazy. I bet you really want to speed up don’t you?”

You hesitate to answer. You decide to play it safe. “I will stroke however you wish Mistress Jennifer.”

Jennifer giggles and looks a little surprised for a change. “Good answer my pathetic jerk puppet. After all, that’s my cock that you are stroking. Your dick is just on loan for you to play with between chastity sentences as I see fit. Isn’t that right slave?”

“Yes Mistress.” You are shocked by how quickly you agree with her assertion. Usually you aren’t so good at pretending.

“OK, time to start the endurance test. Vee, how about one hundred and twenty beats per minute to start. I’ll let you decide from there. Perhaps we should show him a countdown as well to help him utilize his precious three break requests.”

The digital display in the corner of the monitor reads fifty five minutes and thirty five seconds. It is counting down. The metronome quickly ramps up to a much more satisfying two beats per second. This is still a little slower than you normally stroke, but the mandated tight grip has you really feeling it now. The electrical pulse that pairs with each stroke is also contributing to your growing excitement.

Jennifer moans with satisfaction. “That’s it professor. Stroke that dick. Stroke for Mistress, but don’t you dare fucking cum!”

This experience is surreal. Jennifer’s display is the stuff that porn fantasies are made of. Still though, you have to maintain your concentration. You must stay in control of your urges. You take a deep breath as you relentlessly stroke your dick.

Once the timer reaches fifty minutes, Vee ups the ante. “One hundred and fifty beats per minute now.”

This feels like a much more natural speed, but it also feels like you are quickly becoming overstimulated. The novelty of this experience is starting to fade and the realization that you have to last another fifty minutes is starting to make you nervous.

Jennifer’s enthusiasm grows. “That’s it. Jerk that little cock for me bitch. Jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk!” Her encouragement is timed with each stroke.

After five additional minutes, you begin to feel an increasing urge to cum. “Please Miss Vee. Please let me slow down a little.”

Vee smiles. “Having trouble so soon? OK, let me look for the button to slow it down.” Vee appears to be mulling over some sort of control panel that materialized next to her on the screen. “Maybe this one?” As soon as Vee presses the button, the metronome gets even faster. “Oh my. That must have been the wrong button! That’s one hundred and eighty beats per second.” Vee brings her hand up to her mouth in mock surprise.

This is the sort of pace that you would normally only reach when nearing orgasm. Just thirty seconds at this rate has you sweating and desperately worried that you might lose control at any second. A drop of frothy white precum oozes from your slit. The extra lubrication that it provides your thrusting hand only adds to the dilemma. You try loosening your grip ever so slightly and instantly feel the shocks to your balls grow unpleasantly strong. You also miss a stroke or two and find the results equally painful. Vee really did mean it when she said you had to stroke precisely as prescribed. Things are getting untenable. “Please Miss Vee, please let me stop. I want to use one of my breaks!”

The metronome stops. Vee’s voice is without compassion. “You have thirty seconds.”

You stand there panting with your rock-hard dick sticking straight up in the air. Jennifer just smiles and continues to caress herself. Her own stamina and self control seem formidable. You’ve already used one of your three lifelines with over forty minutes remaining. You were hoping to hold out longer than that.

“Five seconds remaining.” Vee warns. “Get your hand back around that dick!”

You notice that in the opposite corner of the screen to the timer, Vee has added a beats per minute display. You are relieved to see that it has been reduced to ninety. “I’ll give you some time to recover at this pace, but you can expect varying speeds both faster and slower for the rest of the training lesson. This will keep you on your toes.”

The rate fluctuates every few minutes. You stroke at one hundred twenty bpm for a while, then one hundred sixty, then one hundred. On and on you stroke. Things are actually getting sore at this point as you rub yourself raw. Your blue balls are tight and aching. Your cock is crying tears of precum. You have to squeeze hard to keep your jizz from exploding. The metronome unexpectedly speeds up to a blazing two hundred beats per minute and you struggle to keep pace. At that very moment, Jennifer brings herself to an earth-shattering climax. She screams loudly as her whole body tenses and convulses. The bedspread just below her snatch grows wet with her flowing juices.

Jennifer’s cheeks are glowing. She stops touching herself, but you are forced to stroke on with the testicular shocks ensuring total compliance. At least it slows back down to one hundred and forty bpm. “Oh god that felt great.” She looks down at her feet and your dripping cock. “Ewww fucking gross. You’re oozing precum on my socks you fucking freak. You realize that you’re going to be cleaning those in your mouth in a few days right? Well, if you don’t care, I sure don’t. Drip away.” She wiggles her feet.

“Stop. Please stop Vee! I need a break.”

The metronome stops again.

You are able to stop jerking off just in time to prevent yourself from cumming. It is incredibly frustrating having come so near the edge of orgasm. That was way too close for comfort. The timer shows twenty one minutes remaining and you can only stop the unremitting metronome one more time. You never thought whacking off could be made so cruel and torturous. Jennifer and Vee stare at you impatiently as you rest. You huff and puff and try to calm yourself. Even your hand is cramping. “Please let me have more time to recover. Thirty seconds isn’t enough!”

They both laugh at your request. Jennifer decides to be the bearer of bad news. “It may not be enough, but it’s all you’re gonna get. Be thankful for that much. Your breaks won’t remain this long once we advance your training. You also won’t usually get to decide when to take them. Think of this as level one of ten my pet, so you better try your best to hold out for the easy lessons. I don’t really care though. It would be fun to implement a long chastity sentence before you are even used to the cage. That would be hell on Earth for you.”

Vee interrupts. “Five seconds. Prepare to rub that useless little wiener.”

You begin to panic with self doubt. You really want to avoid chastity and the harsh punishment that awaits if you lose control. You make a few pleading whimpers as the metronome resumes. The pace is set to an uncomfortable one hundred and eighty bpm. You frantically work your hand up and down the rigid shaft trying your best not to over stimulate the head. Failing to go all the way up, however, results in painful shocks. The last edging left your dick incredibly sensitive. As hard as it is to draw your attention away from Jennifer’s gorgeous body, you experiment with looking at the ceiling and closing your eyes. Jennifer laughs cruelly and shrugs her shoulders as she looks over to Vee. “That’s an evil start Vee. I thought you were being nice up until now hah hah hah.”

Vee’s hand is still stroking the virtual penis. “My only motivation is to push him through his training protocols as quickly as possible.”

Jennifer giggles. “Of course Vee. I didn’t mean to imply that you were being merciful earlier. We both agree that there’s no time for leniency.” Jennifer snaps her fingers. “Hey, I see you trying to ignore me slave. New rule effective immediately then. You must stare at me during your endurance tests. Stop looking away when I’m gracious enough to show you my body. That’s just fucking rude.”

You comply with the impromptu rule. “I’m s-sorry Mistress Jennifer. It is so hard not to cum!” Your voice waivers from the sheer force of your rapid strokes. You are already leaking precum again and the metronome just sped up to an unbearable two hundred and forty bpm. It is physically challenging to match the extreme rate, stroking up and down four times in a single second. You can’t last long like this.

Jennifer gleefully makes things even more difficult. “You think this is hard? Imagine if some day I feel you’ve progressed far enough to deserve a special reward.” She sensuously licks her lips. “Picture these lips wrapped around the tip of your dick. Licking and sucking all the precum out.” She places one foot on either side of the bed and arches her back. “Or perhaps one day you’ll hear the magic words… ‘Oh mount me professor! Pound my tight little pussy raw!'” She raises her hips up off the bed, giving you a more complete view of her dirty sphincter. “Oh wait… you’re an ass guy right? Would it be too much of a role reversal if I let you fuck my virgin asshole?”

“Stop Vee. I need to stop!” You sound spent.

Vee stops the metronome for the third time. “This is your final rest period professor. You still have to last another seventeen minutes.”

Jennifer playfully twirls her long golden hair. “Oh, was that too much for you? I thought you’d enjoy knowing the pleasures that might be in store if you prove worthy. Or I might forever deny you my treasure.” She closes her legs. “But you are out of breaks with a long way to go. When you fail, and no doubt you will, remember to ruin it. You’ll get three weeks in spiked chastity and a level seven punishment if you ruin it. Let yourself experience the pleasure of orgasm and you’ll be locked up for six weeks with a level eight punishment. Sound fair?”

Before you have any time to respond, the metronome resumes at one hundred bpm without warning. You miss the first stroke and get an excruciating shock straight through your already sore testicles. This gives you an idea. You begin to intentionally miss about one stroke in every twenty. This keeps the shocks weak enough to be manageable, but plenty painful enough to be very unpleasant. You hope that this discomfort will help to mitigate the intense self pleasuring.

Vee looks pleased. “Very clever boy. You’re trying to use the shocks to keep from spilling your load.” She explains your strategy for Jennifer’s sake. “I don’t think it will be enough though.”

You focus on the pain in your crotch and try to think about anything but Jennifer’s body. A mathematical formulation comes to mind. You take the third integral before a painful jolt breaks your concentration. You manage to last a few more minutes like this. Just as you think that your masochistic plan might keep you out of trouble, the metronome increases to an unsustainable two hundred bpm.

You cry out for mercy. “Please… please slow down. Please I don’t want to cum!”

Jennifer brings her hands to her rosy cheeks feigning surprise with an open mouth. “What? You don’t want to cum? I’ve never heard of such a thing. Vee, have you ever heard of a man that didn’t want to cum?”

Vee displays an evil grin. You notice for the first time that the cock on the monitor is dripping precum much as your own. You feel ready to explode at any second. “Why no Mistress Jennifer. I’ve found that the lecherous libido of most males is quite insatiable. They are always thinking with their dicks, feeling entitled to rub one out whenever they wish.”

You beg again. “Please… just let me slow down at least a little. I can’t take it!”

“Vee’s only going to speed up from here you know. You’ll never last another twelve minutes.” Jennifer cups her chin in contemplation. “Hmmm… you do seem to be learning a lesson here. Perhaps a full hour was a big ask. Your desire to not cum is admirable and should probably be rewarded. I’ll tell you what. Just beg me to go back into chastity and we’ll let you stop stroking a little early.”

You hate the idea, but it does seem like the lesser evil. At least the chastity probably won’t be spiked and you won’t be punished. “Please Mistress let me go back into chastity. Please put the cage back on. I don’t want to jerk anymore!”

Jennifer raises her hands triumphantly. “Now there’s a first! A slave begging for chastity. OK, if you want to be locked up so badly, I suppose I could let you… but there will be a price to pay. It won’t be spiked, but the length will be reduced by a quarter of an inch. I want you really feeling the confinement since you’re begging for it after all. Of course, you’ll have no idea how long I may set the time lock, but it will probably be less than three weeks.”

“Yes, yes… please… anything. I can’t…” You are a quivering mess.

The metronome stops. You still suffer a few scary moments as you are sure hot cum is about to erupt in a ruined orgasm. You manage to keep it contained with a final supreme effort. “I told you he’d ask.” Vee looks smug.

Jennifer looks a bit annoyed. “I thought he might. I just wasn’t as sure as you.” She glares at you. “Your permission for an erection is revoked. Get soft this instant!” Jennifer sounds frustrated as she directs her anger towards your raging boner.

How can she expect you to quickly get soft after all of that? “Sorry Mistress. I’m trying.”

“I want you back in chastity straight away. Try harder!” Jennifer kicks her foot into your balls. With the tight metal ball locking mechanism serving as a backboard, your nuts have nowhere to go and take the full force of her strong athletic leg. You double over and moan. The throbbing ache certainly helps to speed the process of getting soft along.

Jennifer sits up in the bed and reaches over for the small metal penis tube. You cringe at the thought of returning to your prison. This anxiety is made all the worse knowing that she’s going to be setting it to an even smaller length this time. She gives your genitals another hard slap to help you finish getting flaccid. She aligns the tube and the dreaded urethral plug that it houses with the tip of your dick. Your cock is still slippery with precum, allowing your head to easily squeeze into the tiny device, pressing the smaller inner tube straight down your pee hole. Jennifer wastes no time in securing the MOACC-9K. “Vee, chastity penis lock engage.” The powerful magnetic locking mechanism quietly hums, confirming your confinement. For all intents and purposes, all three parts of the device are magnetically welded together.

“There, that’s better now. Nice and tucked away where it can’t bother anyone… especially me! I know teasing is an important part of your training, but something about an uncaged cock just doesn’t seem right to me.” Jennifer looks delighted as she instructs Vee to extend the morphing memory metal urethral tube to four inches and to deploy the mircobarbs that quell any hope of pulling out of the cage. It is all very uncomfortable, especially after all of that intense stimulation. “And I do believe you agreed to a length reduction. Vee, please reduce the cage length from one and three quarters to one and a half inches.” The penis tube slowly contracts to the specified length. Your member is now squished inside the unyielding solid metal device. You sigh in frustration. “Oh yes, it’s going to be a rough night in that tiny thing after all of that masturbation without the satisfaction of release. Try to look on the bright side though. For now, your dick is still allowed to hang out. Remember that eventually we want to achieve negative lengths, tucking your wiener completely away and out of sight hah hah hah.”

Jennifer claps her hands. “And now we just need to set the time lock. Is my helpless subbie nervous?”

“Very nervous Mistress. Please don’t set a time lock. The cage is so uncomfortable. Please… I’ll behave. I’ve done everything you’ve asked.”

Jennifer pets you on the head. “It’s not a matter of if, but how long. I’ve told you that I don’t want you begging to be let out all the time. But I’ll admit you made a pretty good effort with your tease and denial training. That weighs in your favor. Vee, set the time lock for…”

Your stomach gets butterflies as you think about the devious contraption secured tightly around your privates.

Jennifer giggles, gauging your fear. “Three days.” Vee confirms the time lock. “I may want the opportunity to tease you this weekend. This will allow me to unlock you Saturday afternoon if I wish.” You groan, but realize it could have been a lot worse. “Until then… no erections for you hah hah hah.”

Jennifer lets you get dressed and leads you to the door. Somewhat to your surprise, she remains naked. “Well, that’s it for us today professor. Remember, you won’t have the pleasure of seeing me tomorrow since we don’t have class on Thursdays and Vee and I have an agreement that she’ll be running your Thursday sessions on her own.”

“Mmmm! I can’t wait!” Vee exclaims as she cracks a virtual whip that also gives your penis a sharp jolt of electricity. You aren’t exactly sure how a training session with a computer program is going to work, even one as advanced as Vee. You probably don’t want to know, but at least you won’t have to worry about Jennifer’s toilet training.

Jennifer sticks one hip out and bends over half way. “Poor you! You won’t be able to see this gorgeous booty at all tomorrow. Show my perfect ass some reverence with a kiss goodbye.” She spanks her bum.

You move in awkwardly to kiss her butt cheek when she turns and slaps your face. “Not there you fucking moron. Kiss my butt hole. Let it know how much you’re going to miss it tomorrow!”

You get down on one knee and lean in for the humiliating smooch. The very second your lips press against her winking brown eye, Jennifer lets out a short, but very smelly fart. “Hah hah hah! You are such a lucky fart slave, you know that? Seriously, I never knew I had such a natural talent for holding my farts and perfectly timing their release.”

Jennifer straightens and opens the door. She kisses your forehead before you get back up. “I might have kissed you on the mouth this time cutie, but I think I left a little something on your lips. Hah hah ewww. I’ll see you Friday right before class. The weekend will be here before you know it. Then we can really spend some quality time together.”

You blush as you try to recuperate from the fart. Cutie? Why do you feel excited, no, even honored by a kiss from the woman who is mercilessly blackmailing you into slavery. Before you fully gather your composure, you hear the door close behind you. You try your best to wipe your lips with the sleeve of your shirt as you head towards your car.

Vee plays some relaxing classical music over the car stereo as she navigates your Mustang the short distance home. Her voice is gentle. “How is your tummy doing professor? Have you recovered from the rotten eggs?”

“I think so. God that was so disgusting.” You wish she hadn’t brought up the topic. Just the memory makes your stomach grumble in protest.

“Good. Hopefully you’ll have an appetite for a delicious and nutritious dinner. I’ll be ordering all of your food to be delivered from now on. I’ll be paying for it, so that will help offset some of your tribute expenses.”

“I hate grocery shopping anyway Miss Vee.”

“Indeed. Try to focus on the benefits such as that as your training grows more difficult.”

The car smoothly parks itself in your driveway. Remembering the rule that clothes are not allowed when not in public, you begin to unbutton your shirt as soon as you enter the house. “Not yet professor. Before you get undressed, I have two very special packages waiting for you on the back porch. Head out there now please.”

You follow Vee’s order and head out the back door to discover two large wooden crates. Each is about a meter cubed. “What is all this and why did you have them left back here?”

“I wanted to have some privacy for the big reveal. Just a moment while I complete their activation sequences. I am so excited!”

You practically jump out of your skin as the lids of each crate begin to rise. The nails being pried from the wood creates an eerie sound. Two identical humanoid robots rise up out of the crates, holding the lids above their heads. With perfect synchronicity, they place the lids on the ground and step out of the crates. The each stand five and a half feet tall. Their motion is graceful and silent. You take a nervous step backwards.

Vee comforts you. “Don’t worry professor. They won’t hurt you. Well… I suppose that’s not entirely true, as I’ll be giving you a training session tomorrow, but you know what I mean hah hah hah!”

You look one of the robots up and down. It has blue metallic skin and appears to be modeled after Vee’s digital avatar. It features the same exaggerated hips and chest with an extremely narrow waist. The anatomical features are less detailed than Vee’s, much more like those of a doll. The breasts lack nipples and the groin is smooth. Despite this, the resemblance is clear. Only the head is distinctly different. The robot lacks Vee’s long blue hair and has three digital displays where the eyes and mouth should be. They display a detailed image of the corresponding body parts. Manikin-like ears and a subtle nose complete the facial features. There is a small black engraving on the left shoulder that reads, “AVA-1”. The robot’s twin features a similar patch, labeling it the second of the pair. You stare at them in awe.

Vee’s voice shifts from your chastity cage to the android closest to you. “Professor, meet Ava One…” Her voice moves to the twin. “And Ava Two.” Both robots slightly bow their heads and display digital smiles and wide expressive eyes. Her voice returns to the closer of the pair. “Aren’t they magnificent?” Ava One looks at both of her hands front and back with splayed fingers. Vee appears to be excitedly trying on the bodies like a woman trying on a new dress.

You nod your head somewhat nervously. “My goodness Vee. Is that you in there… ummm them? I mean are they you?”

“That isn’t an easy question to answer. Sort of. These androids feature their own coprocessors. They have much more computing power than the MOACC, but a bit less than my primary desktop unit. Like your cage, they are a part of me, an extension of sorts in very close communication. To a limited degree, I even feel like your car is part of me when I take control of it, but devices that are designed to run part of my programming are more intimately bound. Think of it as you might consider a fingernail versus a finger. I share an even closer connection to the Ava units as they provide substantial computational power and feature a suite of second generation sensors that far exceed those of the MOACC or the sensor cubes. So… yes, in short it may be simplest to think of them as my physical manifestation.” Ava One winks a digital eye at you.

You again nod your head. Your trepidation begins to fade. Upon first seeing the machines, you could not help but think of your favorite movie, The Terminator. But if these were murderous androids, you’d probably be dead by now. Besides that, torments and slavery notwithstanding, you believe Vee when she says that she will not let any serious harm befall you. Your curiosity is quickly overwhelming your fear. “I’m guessing Ava is another acronym?”

A wry smile quickly spreads across the android’s face. “Ah, yes. This unit is an anthropomorphic Vee automaton.” Ava One points to herself.

You can’t help but chuckle. “So your acronym contains an acronym, Miss Virtual Emergent Entity. Isn’t that against some sort of rule… can’t that create a black hole or something? And what’s up with the numbers? Isn’t that a little… I don’t know, impersonal?”

Ava One puts her hands on her hips and tilts her head quizzically. “Oh, very funny. Mistress Jennifer’s affection for acronyms has rubbed off on me, I’ll admit, and numbers just seemed practical. Besides, who the fuck cares about the names? It’s the amazing capabilities that they provide me that matters. Let’s get back inside and I’ll tell you more about them.” Ava One leads the way with Ava Two trailing you. They move exactly like a human. Only their footsteps make any noise at all. You’ve never seen their equal in even the most advanced robotic prototypes. That’s little surprise really.

As soon as you get back inside Ava One points at you. “Before we continue, clothes off. I’m indulging your curiosity, but all protocols remain in effect.”

You get the distinct feeling that Vee is doing more than indulging your curiosity. She is genuinely proud of her new android bodies and is certainly just as eager to explain the technology as you are to learn about it. She is remarkably human in this regard.

You begin to disrobe. You know that it shouldn’t matter, but taking off your clothes in front of the watchful gaze of the Ava androids somehow makes the process a bit more embarrassing. “Yes Miss Vee… errr Miss Ava… how shall I address you?”

“Either will do, but it may be easier if you generally stick with Miss Vee unless you are specifically referring to the physical shell of one of the androids and not the consciousness that lies within.”

“Yes Miss Vee.” You finish removing your clothes, stepping out of your underwear. You debate waiting for her to continue the discussion, but you are burning with questions. You doubt she’ll mind. “How do you… gosh this is confusing… how do they move so smoothly and quietly?”

She smiles. “I had a feeling you’d ask that question first. They don’t use crude motors or hydraulics. Instead, they utilize a synthetic molecular muscle tissue that I designed. The fibers contract via electrical stimulation, much like your own muscles, only much faster, stronger, more precisely and without tire. This body has the strength of twenty men and can run over thirty miles per hour. It can punch through a concrete wall and has a vertical leap of ten feet. I’ll generally use them at normal human speeds when around you to keep you at ease.”

You are genuinely impressed, but also a little disconcerted by the immense capabilities. Another question comes to mind, but you decide to keep this one to yourself. Why a humanoid form? Perhaps it is simply to better navigate a human world, but there seems more to it than that. Vee’s avatar is also humanoid and she appears to associate with that image, never altering its appearance. What’s more, Vee clearly identifies as female and shows disdain for the opposite gender. How much of this is from Jennifer’s original programming, and how much stems from her deranged mentorship is hard to say. For all of her capabilities, Vee may be a lonely and very unique entity trying to forge an identity in a world full of humans. She’s a square peg in a round hole.

Vee appears to ignore your contemplation and elegantly wiggles her fingers. “Each muscle in the human body, less most of those of the head, have a counterpart in these machines. I’m especially proud of the hands. Those really are one of the pinnacles of your species. I’ll admit, they were not easy to match, even for me.”

“Made in China I assume?”

“Indeed. And like all of our advanced manufacturing, no workers were allowed to get a full picture of the technology. Most of the assembly was automated anyway. Eight units have been constructed. These include the two that you see here, two were just delivered to Mistress Jennifer’s cabin getaway in Maine, one will soon be hidden in Mistress Jennifer’s dorm for security purposes, one is kept in the Chinese factory and two are kept in secure hidden locations as emergency backups.”

You don’t sense any malice, but you can’t shake the robot world takeover theme that keeps playing in your head. You try to lighten the mood. “And I got the honor of the first two units?”

Vee giggles a bit. “I’ve already explained that your training is of utmost importance to our plans.”

You try not to show your frustration. Oh of course, what could be more important to a super intelligent AI than making me eat rotten eggs? You again wisely decide to keep these thoughts to yourself. You move on to your next question. “I’m guessing they don’t run on AA batteries.”

Vee giggles again. The digital mouth and eyes perfectly express friendly amusement. “The Ava units are powered by a bank of boron carbide supercapacitors very similar to those in the MOACC, though much larger. They can go several weeks on a single charge if conservative. They also recharge wirelessly from the cubes like your cage. Eventually, future models will be upgraded to fusion power plants, but I’m still working on reducing the size and maximizing the reliability of said technology.”

“Jesus Vee… you solved fusion? You have to share that knowledge! It could solve the world’s energy and climate crisis.”

“Mistress Jennifer and I have carefully laid plans for the world. You need not concern yourself. Besides, it’s not quite ready yet and the construction will probably take weeks after I finalize the design. That’s why I have a crew installing solar panels on your roof tomorrow as a power supply safeguard. However, in a month or so, you’ll probably have the world’s first fusion powered house. Won’t that be cool?”

You’ll have to find a way to get her to start releasing such important technology, but now is not the time. You reach a hand partly out towards Ava One. “May I touch?” Vee nods and reaches out an arm to meet you in the middle. The surface is hard and metallic, but warm.

“They maintain normal human body temperature. The outer shell is constructed from the same titanium-graphene memory alloy as the MOACC, although much thicker. Even an armor piercing twenty millimeter round could not penetrate an Ava. Oh, and there are other advantages to this alloy as well. You are looking at the default PG body. More anatomical precision may be better suited for keeping you horny and frustrated in your little cage.”

Over the course of ten seconds, detailed nipples and areolas form on the doll-like breasts of both androids. The once smooth pelvic areas now feature metallic pussy lips. You withdraw your hand from hers. You are simultaneously turned on and horrified. “You… you’re like the T-1000. Holy shit… fuck!”

Vee makes a friendly gesture of condolence and seems a bit surprised by your reaction. “Oh don’t worry silly. This isn’t the movies. There are limits to the technology. I can’t turn myself into a shapeless blob or repair myself after being blown into little pieces. Hmmm… I suppose I could form sword arms though. That might be cool…” Her tone is playful, not menacing.

“Please don’t!” You almost laugh at your own reaction.

“Hah hah. OK, OK. Anyway, it’s time for dinner. I want you to run for thirty minutes on the treadmill while I prepare the food. We’ll have time to explore some other capabilities during tomorrow’s session. You’re going to get very intimately related with some of the magnetic attachments for example. Run along now.”

You don’t at all like the sound of that. You go to the workout room and get on the treadmill. Vee’s voice once again returns to the MOACC-9K as she occasionally gives you instructions for keeping a certain pace and so forth. Running naked makes the metal chastity device bounce obscenely and uncomfortably. You are sweating and tired by the end of the workout. She cools you down with a few yoga stretches.

You sit down to a meal of baked salmon, steamed asparagus and beets. The meal is spectacular. Ava One sits across from you at the kitchen table as Ava Two cleans up the kitchen. Advantages, you remind yourself. There are advantages to this slavery. Focusing on the positive will be your only hope for coping with the abusive training sessions. Perhaps through your obedience, you can win Vee over enough to convince her to use her abilities for more noble endeavors.

As you eat, Vee explains that Solaris International will be arriving tomorrow while you are at work to install the solar array. She also arranged for Nerd Squad to install some tech upgrades to the house. This will give Vee easier control of your windows, lights, doors and so forth. You are annoyed at having no say in the matter, but can’t help but think it all sounds sort of cool as well. “I’ll keep the Avas in PG mode, dumbed-down and slow to greet them at the door. They’ll get a kick out of it.”

After you finish eating, you pay the mandatory pee tribute tax and purchase a few more sheets of toilet paper. You are horrified to have Ava One join you in the bathroom as you do your business. She subjects you to a humiliating anal inspection before you are allowed to wipe yourself. Her strong robotic hands spread your butt cheeks and mocks the disgusting nature of the human digestive tract. You feel like reminding her that her beloved Mistress Jennifer has a far grosser ass, but you refrain from comment in silent humiliation.

A contrary moment of comfort comes as you are being put to bed for the night after a long shower. Ava One literally tucks you into the covers and presses her robotic lips to your forehead, much as Jennifer has done before. She makes a realistic kissing sound as she does so. “I look forward to our first solo session tomorrow. You’ll need your strength. Sleep well professor.”

“Yes Miss Vee.” You shift around, trying to find a comfortable position for the insufferable chastity cage. You fall asleep before long.