No, you are a manly man

You hold on to your masculine pride.

Manly men take ice baths all the time. And since you are a manly man, you do too.

As such, instead of your ass you vigorously shake your head.

Cerve: “I expected nothing less of you, Sir. Continuing cold shower routine.”

Next, you felt something soft and slimy being dumped on your head.

Shampoo? But it had a somewhat peculiar smell to it.

Right, now you remember that it was the same shampoo used when you had your haircut yesterday. You remember that pleasant massage you got back then, lamenting that there is no way to replicate that pleasant feeling.

Then you saw a floating hand wave at you in front of your face.

“GUAAAAHHH!”

You screamed manly.

No, it wasn’t actually a floating hand. The anatomically accurate hand was attached to some sort of mechanical arm that came out of the wall above you. It reminded you a bit of something out of a vintage cartoon or a poorly written fetish story inspired by said vintage cartoon.

Whatever the hell it was, it was freaky as fuck.

Cerve: “There is no cause for alarm, Sire. This fully operational synthetic device uses the most cutting edge technology in robotics and allows for full 360 degree movement and pinpoint accuracy.”

As if to prove her point, the hand in front of you extended it’s index finger and booped you on the nose.

“Boop.”

“H-hey…”

Feeling your personal space invaded you tried to swap the hand away, but of course with your own hands stuck like that all you could do was shake your head around to get rid of it.

Cerve appeared to take that as a challenge.

“Boop”

“Boop”

“Boop”

No matter how hard you shake your head, the hand was always a step ahead and accurately booped your nose over and over again.

It was supremely annoying.

Finally, the hand seemed to have enough of this and used it’s index finger and thumb instead to pinch your nose shut.

“Hostile target subdued! Do you yield?”

A part of you wanted to respond with I do not, but you feared the consequences such a statement would bring.

“Yes…” you instead pressed out, your voice taking on a rather nasal tone.

That finally got the hand to release you.

Cerve: “Very good, Sir. We have a long day ahead of us and no time for such childish distractions.”

“You’re the one who…”

Your indignation was cut short when you let out a manly gasp. The hand had vanished out of your view and was currently massaging your head, rubbing the shampoo into your scalp.

It was just a head massage! You couldn’t believe how good that felt.

Unfortunately, Cerve didn’t seem very keen of providing you with pleasure for too long.

A concentrated stream of water hit you square in the belly, causing you to yelp in surprise.

Cerve: “Working in your shampoo will take a while. To make effective use of our time we will simultaneously commence body rinsing.”

After all this nonsense you almost forgot that you were actually supposed to take a shower.

It didn’t remain one stream. Before long your body was assaulted by dozens of them. The water was not as ice cold as the plunge from before but it certainly wasn't warm either.

Where were they coming from? It certainly wasn’t from above. No, you quickly realized the truth. The walls of your cabin were equipped with countless tiny nozzles, so small they were difficult to even make out with the naked eye. How many of them where they? There must be hundreds of them!

They were also positioned in a way to get every nook and cranny of your body.

But while you were currently hit with dozens of individual streams, some of them were more noticeable then others.

The first of them were the ones assaulting your soles and palms. Since these were stuck to the wall, these streams were particularly small, resulting in short, tickling bursts that made you giggle.

You desperately tried to somewhat alleviate that feeling, but while you have some wiggle room with the rest of the body, you were absolutely unable to move your hands and feet even an inch.

Fortunately for you, that particularly aspect of your cleaning was kept relatively short, and after an intense but quick session. Your palms and soles were apparently deemed clean.

The rest of your body was not quite as fortunate. Not even your face was spared, with some of the water even getting in your mouth. You couldn’t help but notice a somewhat fruity taste.

Cerve: “The water used here contains a special solution that doubles as perfume and skin care. Ingesting it causes no undesirable side-effects.”

...

You decided to keep your mouth shut.

Next, we would be remiss not to mention your caged cock. You might have deluded yourself into thinking that your titanium prison would shield your most sensitive parts from the worst of it but Bath Booth 9000 was more then capable of entering through the gaps, way too small for your fingers and clean your penis directly.

Already suffering from denial for close to 24 hours, your dick was eager to react and grew(slightly) in size. Unfortunately, the streams dedicated to cleaning your crotch seemed to be less strong in intensity. As if it was a running gag, your penis was just teased enough to get hard and nothing else.

Because of this, the most stimulation was actually not received by your crotch but by your nipples.

Two, particularly stubborn streams of ice cold water were intent to give your nibbles the cleaning of the century. You shuddered and moaned, moving your upper body as much as you could only for the streams to slightly change trajectory to ensure optimal coverage.

Cerve: “Current level of hormonal secretion indicates that you enjoy having your nipples stimulated to a degree 72% higher then the average human male.”

W-what were you even supposed to respond to that?

Cerve: “I am sure it means nothing. Do not worry about it, Sire.”

You shuddered as despite the cold your body was heating up more and more. Your nipples in particular were hard enough to cut diamonds. Are male nipples even supposed to become so hard?

But as you were focused on your nipples, the infernal shower had other plans.

“Meep!”

Up until now that particularly part of your body was spared. You were too busy focusing on all the other sensation to truly question it.

But now you received a grim reminder.

With a stream, easily triple as strong in intensity as the rest, your anal cavity was viciously assaulted.

Cerve: “It appears I have startled you, please excuse that, Sir. As you might imagine that part of your body requires the most thorough of cleaning.”

You couldn’t even respond. It felt like your butthole was ravaged by a piledriver.

And the worst part about it was that you didn’t dislike the feeling.

It wasn’t a continuous stream. Rather a burst followed by another burst. Each one seemed to penetrate you a little bit deeper. Each one bringing you just a little bit higher.

Before long you were a moaning, stuttering mess, only able to focus on the pleasure.

And then, just as you were balancing on the very edge…

Everything just stopped.

“Your cleaning is now complete”, Cerve announced with a happy chirp in her voice. “Did you enjoy the future of showering?”

Before you could even respond, your body was blasted with warm air. It was nice to finally get warmed up and the wind did actually provide you with another stimulation. Naturally, this was much weaker, compared to the shower.

Even so...

It was like given an addict one more tiny taste.

“W-w-wait…!”, you blubbered out.

Cerve: “Yes, what is it, Sir?”

“I...It’s over already?”

Cerve: “Indeed. Wasting time is not part of my programming. Rinsing, applying body lotion and full body wash was compiled into one operation which was optimized to reach 100% cleanliness in half your usual showering time."

“But...I...I…mean...I didn’t….”

Cerve: “You didn’t what, Sir?”

“You know…”, you mumbled.

“I am afraid I have no idea what you are talking about, Sire.”

“I didn’t get to cum!”, you finally blurted out, your sense of shame near completely vanished.

“Oh.”

The tiny, dismissive response made you furious.

“W-what do you mean, oh?”

“While it is certainly true that many females consider the act of showering pleasurable, it is rare to see such a massive reaction in males. In fact the only males who usually display such an intense reaction…” You heard an audible gasp. “Sir, it couldn’t possible be that you are a Sissy, are you?”

Your mind was racing, being pulled in two directions at once and you felt this was a losing battle.

“We have a bit more time while you get dried off, so let us analyze your current situation calmly”, Cerve continued.

And then, right in front of your very face, a screen showed up. It depicted your own face but this wasn’t a mirror. Rather it was a recording of the shower you just took. Or rather the absolute lust and ecstasy on your face as your butthole was getting ravaged.

You could do nothing but stare at the screen in front of you.

Was that really you?

“Hmm…”, Cerves robot hand was softly tapping on the top of your head. “Based on my evaluation your behavior during this shower consists a 94.5% match with the average Sissy behavior which is in line with the test you took yesterday.”

...

“...why is that label so necessary?”, you mumbled.

Cerve: “Sir?”

“Why do I have to be a Sissy? Why can’t I just be me?”

The tapping on your head stopped.

For a brief few seconds there was nothing but the soft sound of the drier cleaning you.

Cerve: “You should get dressed again, Sir. We can discuss everything else later.”