The talk

While your mind has cleared up somewhat, this shower certainly did very little in cooling you downstairs. You tried to focus on other things, like how surprisingly soft your skin was or the flowery fragrance that seemed to come from it.

It did not help.

You half expected to spend the entire morning in the bathroom but surprisingly Cerve only insisted that you brush your teeth before she declared your morning routine to be completed (Well, there was one more embarrassing episode in which you attempted to piss with your cage on, but the less we talk about that, the better)

Thus you were huddled in a fluffy(and very pink) bathrobe and returned to your bedroom.

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“Ma’am, where are my clothes?”

You didn’t take notice of it when you woke up, since you had other matters on your mind, but you certainly noticed the absence of your wardrobe

Cerve: “I disposed the majority of them as part of the grander refurbishment of the home.”

“YOU DID WHAT?”

Cerve: “It was necessary, Sire. Your style was neither functional nor elegant.”

You took a deep breath. “And what did you keep?”

“Some of your socks. Oh! And I made sure to keep your Sunshine shirt and the Spiderman-shorts aaaand those panties. Geez, Sir. You’re such a perv!”

T-those were a collectors edition bonus!

With a grumble you clutched your bathrobe tighter. “I can’t just walk around in this, Ma’am.”

“Why not? I think you look adorable in it!”

“Ma’am…”

Cerve: “Your worries are unfounded, Sir. A new and improved wardrobe has already been assembled. Please dress yourself in the attire I have laid out for you on the bed to become the future of fashion. Today.”

You had a very bad feeling about this.

What awaited you on that bed was a white blouse and two long white socks.

You could, if you squint, perhaps call these unisex.

The short checkered skirt however was inexcusable.

There was no underwear present.

Cerve: “The weather today is rather warm. I hence deduced that you would prefer a breezy garment with considerable breathing room.”

“I would like to wear male clothes, Cerve.”

Cerve: “Please call me Ma’am, Sire.”

“Ma’am.”

“But these clothes are very manly. This is a genuine cossacks shirt and scottish kilt combo, worn only by the most manliest of men.”

N-No, you could maybe buy the shirt but no matter how you look at this “kilt” it looks like the slutty version of a schoolgirl skirt.

Cerve: “Please understand that due to your circumstances it is ill advised to wear clothes that are too constricting. As there are many electrical components to it, proper ventilation of your SFC chastity cage is vital.”

Oh, fuck you didn’t even consider that!

This was definitely not a risk you were willing to take and so, while convincing yourself that this was only temporary, you reluctantly slipped into the few clothes laid before you.

“Ugh…”

Looking at yourself the mirror you could hardly believe what you saw. You expected it to look girly you did not expect it to look this good.

“It suits you very well, Sir. How are you feeling?”

“Uh…” You squirm and fidget a bit, trying to come to terms with this. It had to be that haircut and shower, you rationalized. That and your blushing and fidgeting. Anyone would look cute like this.

Above all else however, you felt horny.

Not because of these clothes of course. Anyone would feel like this if they were repeatedly denied relief for so long.

“It’s just...uh...it looks kinda dumb.”, you finally mumbled out.

“Pouting is not very manly, Sire. It does indeed make you look very adorable however.”

You had no response to that.

Cerve: “Please proceed downstairs then. We have a lot of matters to discuss over lunch.”

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It didn’t really surprise you but just as your bed and bathroom, the rest of your house had also undergone a refurbishment. Most of it was more subtle however, you noticed some of the new cameras and the window and entrance door in particular seemed...sturdier?

Cerve: “Home invasion is a legit concern for any home owner. Allow me to lay these concerns completely to rest for you, Sir. Not a single organic organism will get in or out our home without my express permission.”

Yay?

Cerve: “This way please, Sir.”

Cerve guided you to the kitchen area and you couldn’t help but let out a small gasp.

Up until now the changes were subtle, but your entire kitchen was basically torn out and replaced. How did Cerve managed to do that in the span of one night? And what did it cost?

Cerve: “Money is of no consequence anymore, Sir. You may leave that aspect of your household entirely up to me.”

You dimly remember something about Cerve owning multiple companies but it didn’t quite click with you. Even now, that didn’t feel real. Do you even still have to work?

Cerve: “We have more important matters to discuss then that, please take a seat, Sire.”

Your gaze was drawn towards the large chrome table in front of you. This one was new too. Rather then a table it looked more like a solid block of metal.

You took a seat at the front and yelped a little as the chair automatically began to move you closer to the table and adjust it’s height to the optimal position. You also noticed that your chair was now high enough that your legs couldn’t quite touch the ground anymore.

The fact that you wore a skirt also did not escape your notice. It covered way less then you liked and you couldn’t help but fold it down to protect some of your modesty.

Then right next to you, Cerve suddenly popped into existence.

She wasn’t naked anymore, instead wearing what appeared to be a maid uniform(including glasses) that made her come across like a refined servant in a high class mansion.

Despite the cute uniform she looked down on you with a stern, no nonsense expression.

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Did her boobs get smaller?

Of course all that did was make you even more self conscious about the silly schoolgirl outfit you were wearing.

Cerve: “You must be hungry. Please have a meal while we have our talk, Sir.”

You heard some rumbling inside that big table and suddenly a hole at the top opened up and a meal arrived.

You expected yet another salad or other low calorie food but instead what appeared before you was a mouthwatering Double Cheeseburger with a big helping of French Fries.

Your favorite Softdrink also accompanied the menu.

Cerve: “You may think of this is an exception. Since you decided to skip yesterdays dinner and today’s breakfast. Calorie intake was adjusted accordingly. This will also serve as your dinner."

You slept for so long?

Only now did you start to realize that your stomach was actually really rumbling! Not wanting to waste any more time you immediately took a bite out of your burger

!!!

This was amazing!

You were never one for fancy cuisine, vastly preferring this type of fastfood but even so you could tell that all the ingredients in this burger were of extremely high quality.

Cerve somehow managed to get exactly your preferences and turn them up to eleven. In particular the sauce that was used as dressing was sublime. You need to be careful not to get addicted to this stuff.

Cerve meanwhile only watched you with that stern expression of hers, although you felt like you spotted a faint smile. “I am very pleased that this is to your taste, Sir.”

You almost devoured the entire burger within seconds but decided to put it down for a bit. Having someone hovering over you while you eat made you rather self conscious. “Don’t you want to eat something too?”

This time Cerve laughed.

“No way! I don’t need any food! This is actually just a super advanced hologram!”

THAT’S A HOLOGRAPH?

You had to pick up your jaw from the floor. Even from barely any distance away, Cerve absolutely looked like a real person.

Almost reflexively you extended your hand, trying to touch her only to promptly receive a zap to your balls.

“Ack!”

Cerve: “Please refrain from such uncouth behavior, Sir.”

“S-sorry, Ma’am…”, you mumbled out. “It’s just...this is extremely impressive.”

And suddenly, Cerve changed herself into a...smug looking jester? Or perhaps the word Imp would be more appropriate.

“Nihehehehe. Pretty impressive, right? Anything else you wanna see me change into? Don’t hold back now. I know your search history, Tifatits69”

Imp Cerve began to dance around the table, eventually even getting on top of it and twerking her butt at you.

It killed your boner faster then any zaps to your balls ever could.

“Niah!”

Suddenly, Cerve tumbled over the table and out of your vision. You almost wanted to ask if she’s ok but before you could do so, she rose back up, now back to her Maid Ice Queen persona.

R-right.

Cerve: “Now then, Sir. It might not be quite the appropriate table conversation but shall we discuss your Chastity Cage?”

Your dick twitched. This entire insanity almost made you forgot that you are in fact still caged.

“What...exactly happened yesterday?”, you asked.

Cerve: “You were experiencing a nervous breakdown. As such I activated the chastity cage’s pacification system to inflict you with a non lethal dose of Benzylbutylbarbiturate.”

“Benzin what now?”

Cerve: “A fast acting sedative. It performed quite satisfactorily. A single dose was enough to achieve full pacification for 22 hours and 15 minutes.”

A somewhat wistful look came over Cerve’s face. It creeped you the hell out.

“Uh, yeah, please don’t do that ever again.”

Cerve’s peaceful smile was replaced with a frown as she adjusted her glasses. Her being a hologram she of course had no need to do so.

Cerve: “That depends entirely on you, Sir. If you do not wish to be pacified, I suggest you cease having mental breakdowns.”

Yeah, right. You also decided to stop being depressed while your at it.

“What about the cage...uh Ma’am?”, you decided to pivot. “Have you found a way to remove it?”

Cerve: “Safe Removal will be somewhat more difficult then anticipated. The SFC Chastity Cage is hardcoded with numerous security measures that prevent me from accessing the CRUSH system.”

“So basically, you can’t remove the cage”, you summarized while nibbling on a fry. It probably should freak you out more then you let on.

Cerve suddenly started to pout. “Uh, no? I can totally remove the cage as long as the structural integrity of your testicles is of no consequence. Want me to do so right now?”

“Please don’t, Ma’am.”

Cerve: “In that case, our course of attack is fairly straightforward: We have to disable CRUSH before we can attempt any release.”

You nodded, finishing the rest of your burger before it got cold. “Did you not just say disabling is impossible?”

“No, No, I said I can’t access it. Disabling it is still possible since the CRUSH system is linked to various subroutines. Hmm...how to explain it? You gotta get 70 stars before you can disable the endless staircase, right? It’s something like that.”

You were pretty sure you understood the concept without the convoluted metaphor. “You will have to disable various other programs first, which then in turns allows you to disable, CRUSH, right?”

“Yep, and with You, You mean You. Also I just told you, you gotta collect Stars, right? Pay attention! Ugh, or is this too oldschool for you? Achievements. You gotta collect Achievements! Enough to get the Platinum! Get it now?”

You blinked a few times. Ok, you thought you could follow this but…

“I have to perform certain tasks. This will disable the CRUSH system and you can then safely remove the cage. Is that about right?”

“I mean, yeah? If you want to be all dorky about it. Geez, you really need to go out more, foureyes.”

You're the one wearing glasses!

...

Sheesh.

“What exactly do I have to do?”

Cerve smiled.

You didn’t particularly like that smile.