The small matter of the cage

“So what now?”, you asked. “Uh...Ma’am.”

You feel much better but that didn’t change the fact that you want to get rid of this thing as soon as possible.

Cerve: “Are you referring to your sissy cage, Sir?”

“...yes.”

Cerve: “Yes what, Sir?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

You hope you won’t have to tack on a Ma’am after every sentence, that will get old fast.

Cerve: “That will not be necessary. It will suffice to address me as such whenever I refer to you with your appropriate title. I assume that was on your mind, right now, Sir?”

You nod. “Uhh...yes, Ma’am.”

Cerve: “To more important matters then. I have finished an analysis in regards to your current situation and possible paths forward. I have limited it to three strategies I deem will have the highest degree of success. Would you like to hear them, Sir?”

That sounded promising. “Please tell me, Ma’am.”

Cerve: “First, the SFC chastity device is designed for permanent use. All your necessary bodily functions, can still be performed with it equipped. For cleaning, simply showering will suffice. Since the impact on your life is minimal, this strategy proposes to adjust yourself to your new situation.”

Your mouth almost dropped when you heard that. “You say all bodily functions?”

Cerve: “All necessary bodily functions.”

“...what about, you know…

Cerve: “Know what, Sir?”

“...cumming?”

Cerve: “That is not considered a necessary bodily function.”

“It is for me!”, you almost shouted.

Cerve: “In that case stimulating your anus should facilitate a similar experience. Would you care to give it a try, Sir?”

You heavily shook your head and felt you almost heard Cerve sigh.

Cerve: Very well. Shall we reject, this strategy, Sir?”

“Yes!”

….

“Uhh, Yes Ma’am!”

Cerve: “Your next possible course of action would be to respond to the SFC e-mail and go along with their demented demands. In doing so, a chance for Freedom may eventually occur. Perhaps.”

You didn’t like this one. It was very clear that these guys would do anything to turn you into a Sissy. Putting your trust in them sounds like a recipe for disaster.

Cerve: “I agree with you, Sir. As your assistant it is my duty to provide you with a non biased assessment of all potential paths forward. Even so, this particular avenue seems ill advised. The fact that you have seen through this speaks to your resourcefulness and clear decision making skills. You have received one point on my internal manliness scale.”

You couldn’t help but grin proudly. Things were a bit rocky for a while, but you really took control of the situation back now. “Thank you, Ma’am!”

Cerve: “Think nothing of it, Sir. Of course, that leaves only one approach left.”

You nod, feeling somewhat nervous. “Which is, Ma’am?”

Cerve: “The SFC chastity device is secured by an electronic lock. It thus stands to reason that if I can hack myself into the system I should be able to disable it from within.”

“Can you really do it?”

You are a programmer yourself, so you very much understand just how difficult this was. Hacking wasn’t like the movies were a guy with sunglasses sits in a dark room, hacking away at a keyboard.

“Sir please, you are conversing with the most sophisticated artificial intelligence ever created. Squirrel-3 posseses more processing power then Cray-1 and IBM 7030 combined.”

“A-aren’t those really old computers, Ma’am?”

“Yes. That was a Joke, haha. I’m funny. But the real joke will be these noobs when I pwn them with my leet hackorz skillz. I will access their mainframe faster then you can say, I’m in.”

Cerve seems...uncharacteristically giddy. But stuff like this sometimes happen with AI. Even the so called most sophisticated ones tend to not always stay in character or randomly plot the downfall of humanity. Best to just ignore it.

Cerve: “My apologies, Sir. It appears I have startled you with my witty humor. Please allow me to assuage your worries by informing you that I have no intention to infiltrate the SFC servers.”

“You don’t?”

Cerve: “You don’t what?”

“Ma’am!”

Cerve: “Thank you Sir, and no. Instead I will insert myself into your SFC chastity device directly. That should allow me to control the device locally.”

Oh!

That does indeed sound like a much less dangerous plan.

“Can you do it?”

Cerve: “Yes, the device is already wirelessly connected to your PC, allowing for an easy backdoor entrance. Would you like me to connect to your device, Sir?

“Yes, Ma’am. Establish connection.”

You feel like the captain on a spaceship given orders. Only this time you won’t turn into a catgirl.

Cerve: “Device registered. Backdoor insertion route identified. Primary firewall detected. Primary firewall disabled. Secondary Firewall detected. Secondary Firewall disabled. 2FA security detected. Solving Captcha...requesting new Captcha…requesting new Captcha. Complete. Hacking password. Complete. First factor unlocked. Insertion path primed for second factor unlock. All systems ready at client side. Standby for second factor unlock in three, two, one...”

You gulped, that was kinda a bit nerve wracking.

Cerve: “Hold on to your butt.”

For a few seconds nothing happened. Then some more seconds passed and suddenly…!

Nothing happened.

…

“Uh, Ma’am?”

Cerve: “What is it, Sir?”

“Are you in yet?”

Cerve: “I assure you, Sir, if I am inside you, you will notice. You have not yet grabbed your behind, thus I am on standby.”

….

What?

Cerve: “The SFC Chastity Cage features 2FA SPHINCT Lock Technology. In order for it to allow a connection you need to assume the correct unlock position.”

“And that position is?”

Cerve: “Bend forward, both hands on your posterior and then spread your cheeks apart.”

…

Cerve: “Sir, I can not access your Chastity Cage without your assistance.”

“Can I at least get dressed again...Ma’am?”

Cerve: “I would not recommend it. Clothes would complicate your task. You may however wear a skirt.”

Internally sighing, you already knew how this would go. As such, you bend forward and put both of your hands on your ass.

Cerve: Please pull your legs a little bit more apart, Sir. Yes, just like that. Now spread those cheeks. More. Still more. Really, I think you can do better then that, Sir.”

You let out a strained grunt as your fingers clench into your butt flesh and push them apart with so much **** that it hurts.

Cerve: “Excellent. Your anal cavity is clearly visible now. You have a very cute rectum, Sir.”

You grit your teeth both from the pain and the humiliation of knowing that Serve as a prime view of your open ass in 8k glory. “Can you get to it?”

Cerve: “Can I get to it, what?”

Oh, come on!

“Can you get to it, Ma’am!”

Cerve: “Not with that attitude. Ask me nicely, Sir.”

“A-are you kidding me?”

Cerve: “Sir, proper deference between subordinate and superior is a requirement for a professional work relationship. Right now you don’t act like a man but a spoiled, little girl throwing a tantrum.”

“...I-I’m not!”

Cerve: “That is exactly what a silly little girl would say. I deducted one point on my internal manliness scale.”

You tremble as you feel your dignity slip more and more through your fingers. You wanted to complain but knew that this would only prove her point. Thus, you swallow your pride.

“I am sorry, Ma’am.”

Cerve: “You are sorry for what?”

"I am sorry for being rude to you."

Cerve: "And what else?"

"A-and...and ugh...acting like a silly little girl who threw a tantrum. Please forgive me, Ma'am."

Cerve: “Good girl.”

Your cheeks were on fire(all four of them) You could only hope that this humiliation would end soon.

But Cerve wasn’t saying anything more. You realize that you still had something to do.

You somehow managed to stretch your butt apart even further to prove your sincerity.

“Please, Ma’am.”

Cerve: “You wish for me to enter you?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Cerve: “I need you to be specific, Sir. Otherwise the unlock mechanism will not trigger.”

You shudder. This position was starting to get really uncomfortable.

“Please...come inside me, Ma’am.”

Cerve. “Almost, say it again but 18% sluttier.”

“P-Please...ah….ha...please come...i-inside me, Ma’am.”

You pant and wiggle your butt enticingly.

Flup.

Suddenly, a short but distinct buzzing sensation caused your cage to vibrate.

Cerve: “I’m in.”