Censor Chip

An unexpected change with my neural implant was that dreams were more vivid than before. In addition to enhanced images, they included sporadic sounds and usually more dulled touch sensations, as if the dreams were inadvertently activating the tech in my head. For all I knew, they probably were.

This particular vision was of Raven dancing. I was sitting back in a chair and watching her. She was naked but her body past her waist was blurred. It wasn't censored in the usual way. Rather, it was like I was looking through a dirty and severely warped window. Her silhouette behind the window was nonsensical and I couldn't see the usual teasing lines her filters allowed.

"You want this?" Her ethereal voice asked as her hips swayed. I didn't know what she was talking about but I knew I wanted whatever she was offering.

"Yes," I replied in my head but no sound came out.

"This is what you want," she said, not asking but telling me as she gracefully knelt between my legs. She reached out and stroked my already erect member with one hand but her palm didn't feel normal. It felt unnaturally wet and her strokes were like silk enveloping each individual nerve ending even remotely connected to my cock.

This wasn't a dull sensation like the last dream I had with my implant. It felt too real, which meant... Suddenly my eyes opened to reality. The name Ravenna Cutter flashed next to my goddess, who had her tongue against my throbbing cock in our bed. As she licked me up and down, wild electric sparks of pure pleasure travelled through me, starting between my legs and rippling out across my body.

"Oh fuck!" I bit out as I squirmed. She must have had my touch receptors cranked to infinity. She smiled at my reaction but continued lapping, tongue flat across my skin. I closed my eyes as she brought her mouth just under my sack and grazed all the way to my tip, her tongue flicking at it rapidly. My world shook and my senses were completely overwhelmed.

Somehow, she knew I was nearing my limit and she quickly covered my twitching cockhead with her mouth. I erupted with several streams of cum inside her mouth and I uncontrollably moaned as the orgasm vibrated through me.

Raven moved up the bed until she was face to face looking down at me. She pressed firmly, but not painfully, against my cheeks with her middle finger and thumb, prompting me to open my mouth. Before my brain, still coated in the remnants of sleep, could register what was happening she let my rather large and salty load slip from her lips and onto my tongue.

"Swallow it," she ordered.

The submissive inside me came out to play as he registered his command and I was compelled to swallow my own cum for my goddess with an audible gulp.

"Good boy," she praised. "I figured I'd treat you since you were so good last night. But I thought it'd be hot to remind you of your place while I'm at it."

"And what place is that?" I asked.

"Hmmm," Raven mused as she laid her head on my chest. "I do like being your goddess."

"I like that too," I admitted.

"You can be our 'fuckhole' when Jade is over but I was thinking something a little less extreme would be better for daily use," she said.

"I could be your servant?" I offered.

"Nah, that's not quite what you are to me," she responded thoughtfully. "How about..stud."

"You really want to call me a stud when you've seen me get fucked?" I asked with a smirk.

"Sure. You're my prized possession that I can loan out as I please. Your ass --which is very cute with a cock in it, by the way-- being used doesn't make you any less my trophy to show off. Only I, your goddess, get to decide that don't I? My little cyborg stud," She said and cupped my balls possessively.

"Yes, goddess," I said and kissed the top of her head. Even though she hadn't let me penetrate her and I hadn't even seen her butt or breasts, I felt like this evolving dynamic was a special form of intimacy between us that I was lucky to be experiencing. There was another dynamic that came about the night before but I wasn't going to ruin the moment by bringing it up. We laid there in each other's arms for a few minutes with nothing but the sounds of our breathing filling the silence.

"What's on your mind, love?" She asked.

"Just thinking about last night. We don't have to talk about it right now if you don't want to," I said.

"I do. Spill!" She said more playfully.

"Well, I was just thinking..we're not really monogamous are we?" I said.

"No we definitely are not," she agreed with humor now in her voice.

"So I'm just thinking about what that means. What are the rules for this sort of thing?"

"Rules? We make the rules! Or maybe I make the rules?"

"You make the rules," I confirmed. She smirked up at me and then looked back ahead more seriously as she thought it through. Then another wry smile crept over her face.

"Well, you're easy. I don't particularly have a problem with you messing with other people...like your boss?"

I rolled my eyes. She would never let that go. Although, this would be good news if my boss really was being suggestive on purpose. She was an attractive woman, after all.

"But I think it wouldn't do to deny you the privilege of fucking me and let you fuck other people. Right?" She continued.

"Right, goddess," I said with a smile. I like how her devious mind worked. I loved that she was deciding to control the minutiae of my sex life, even as we discussed opening up that sex life outside the bounds of our relationship.

"So, that's off the table," she continued. "Everything else seems fine to me, as long as you let me pick through your brain after. As for me, I'm thinking..no rules?"

"Really, Raven?" I said through a snorting laugh. She giggled mischievously.

"Fine, stud. I'll let you make some 'suggestions'," she playfully conceded. "Watcha got?"

I thought for a moment about what I would like; what would feel right; what would be hot.

"I'm fine with anything," I said. She bit her lip as the words hit her ears. "But sometimes I'd either like to be there with you or... Is there a way that I could experience sex with you second hand through my chip?"

"Huh, interesting. You know, something like that does exist," She said. I smiled as I saw I had activated her hacker's imagination. "It's a similar technology to the chip except how it receives sensory data is different. It picks up those specific signals remotely. But it's basically corporate bio-spyware and it'll cost you chunk of credits."

"It'd be hot as fuck though," I argued, trying to continue to stimulate whatever imagery was coming to her mind.

"It would, honestly. I could rig it to only dump data to our local network but it would still be a treasure trove for someone looking to be able to use brain data," she pondered. Somehow, instead of the sexy implications, she was thinking about security. "I'd have to get consent to record someone else's senses, of course, but I could edit the recordings for you. That could be fun."

Satisfied that she had found her way back to the point, I sealed the deal.

"So, yes?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll send you the gadget to order. I'll keep it from fucking us over and let it record on the occasion some hot thing wants to fuck me." She said dismissively. "Until then, I'll have to keep my stud around if that occasion happens sooner than later. Then I'll decide if my stud is joining, watching, or just..denied. Kay?"

"Yes, goddess," I said.

"Good boy. Now get ready for work. Wouldn't want to keep Linda waiting, would you?"

"No, goddess," I answered her with a smirk.

--

After I made my way into the familiar high-rise and upon being automatically let through the security area, I took the elevator up to the tier 3 managerial floor where my boss's office was. The offices on this floor were only a small step up from the average worker cubicles in terms of size. They had all the grandeur of a bunch of glorified square fish tanks. They did have actual walls and tinted windows, however, which was a highly coveted amount of privacy.

Managers walking by ignored me as I was, to them at least, a simple worker bee, not even directly in their sector and therefore not worthy of their consideration. I was used to this, of course. Keeping those below you in rank in their place was how the company kept up the illusion that managers or even vice-presidents had power. Sure, they made decisions on a day-to-day basis but it was all from a prescribed playbook that was controlled directly by the executives. The only real power these people had was based on how they positioned themselves in the social hierarchy of the company.

I did notice that every woman I passed by was pixelated from ankles to collar bone except for a spot between their thighs. I could still tell that almost all of them donned the "virtual outfits" Linda had mentioned. The amount of times I saw a pussy and even a cock or two in that uncensored spot was astounding. The men were no better. If it wasn't a bare dick (unrealistically oversized, of course), it was at least a suggested bulge being projected. Many were shirtless, sporting impossible abs or similarly showing off muscles they probably didn't have. A few kept it simple but none of it was professional attire. It really was a free for all as long as it was technically "not real."

It struck me that this was probably their way of showing individuality and trying to push for greater social standing by out-dressing --or perhaps underdressing their coworkers. It all seemed petty and a little absurd to me but it was possibly a game I'd have to play to move up.

"Elijah, come in!" Linda flagged me down from her open office door. She was wearing a virtual outfit in the form of a dress that was cut high enough above her collar bone for me to make out it's neon pink coloring above the filter. I also knew it was also very short and very transparent. Her bare pussy greeted me from behind the pink screen that just barely came down over it.

Now that I had permission from my goddess, I took a longer look at her. Though her features were still obscured, I could tell that she was thicker than either woman I had played with the previous night. She had nearly 10 years on me but her face was flawless and the edges of the filter around her chest and hips suggested the rest of her was too. No doubt her body had been meticulous crafted by professionals. In the 22nd century, if you could afford it, there was no shame in making the skin you lived in comfortable and appealing through whatever means available.

"Good morning," I said politely, trying not to stare at the only circle of skin that was without a censor.

"Good morning. Have a seat," she said and waved to a singular chair that just barely fit sideways in the space between her desk and the wall.

"Despite your incident yesterday, I'm prepared to offer you a promotion, which will be twice your current salary. Today will be your trial run. Meet my expectations and the promotion is yours,"

"Oh, thank you ma'am," I said. I knew she was dangling a promotion over my head but I didn't realize it was going to be this soon.

"As you may or may not know, managers with seniority get an executive assistant of their choosing from among their sector's workers. I've just been granted mine. Normally managers will pick someone else in line to be a manager themselves to promote but there's nothing in corporate policy to say it can't be a simple data entry specialist such as yourself."

I couldn't help grinning a little at the implication that I was basically skipping a step in line.

"I like you Elijah. You work your 9-7 and you don't seem to be too ambitious," she said, unfazed by my raised eyebrows at her backhanded compliment. "You follow the rules and you don't suck up, or at least not unprompted or to anyone but me. You're not a threat. In fact you could be a great toy-- I mean, tool. I mean, for the company, of course,"

The slip of the tongue wasn't lost on me but I pretended to ignore it. I was starting to feel less bad about staring at her pussy and more convinced that her interest in me was anything but professional. I was also aware that the thought and the deliberate view she was providing was making me hard.

"First things first, let's get some company software installed on your new implant," she said. "The executives have provided all management level employees with virtual environment generation software to help with work life balance. You can get that 'work from home' experience right here at the office --or whatever environment you'd like to be in while you work."

A download progress bar appeared as the software was transferred into my chip and then my vision faded to white.

"This may be a little weird for your first time in a completely virtual environment," Linda warned. Little did she know, I had already been inside one the night before with Jade and Raven in what was essentially a strip show with extra steps where I was the star. The white dispersed as I found myself in a penthouse apartment above the clouds.

"This is my virtual office. You can create your own, of course," she said and sat down in a massive leather office chair. I noticed the chair was at an odd height compared to her massive desk. In fact, the whole set up was awfully short for a workspace. Then I noticed there were straps underneath the desk.

"What's all that?" I asked pointing to the fabric that wasn't very well hidden.

"Oh that? Honestly, it's just a fantasy," she said with a nonchalant shrug.

"A fantasy?"

"Well, look, the executives made sure to include a certain override protocol for subordinates in a manager's virtual environment. So for instance, if I don't want you to leave, you don't. If I want you to sit, you do," she said. Suddenly, I was sitting in a chair across from her. She smirked at my surprise.

"There's company policies to prevent anything...too diabolical. HR had their hands all over this but a nice loophole is that most things in virtual are permissible as long as consent is gained. So in theory, one could consent to be..constrained here with these and help their boss relax during a meeting with her tier 2 manager. Of course, that's if one were trying to be especially impressive to said boss during the trial run of being her executive assistant."

"Is this normal, Linda?" I asked bluntly.

"Between you and me, absolutely. It's all kept hush hush of course but yeah, executive assistants are there to provide all manner of service to their manager and that frequently includes many things in Virtual that would, of course, be incredibly illegal in the real world. For instance, licking your boss's pussy to get a promotion. Of course, my hands are tied, no pun intended. The ball is in your court if you'd like to offer those kinds of services to your boss and officially, I'm not suggesting that your promotion is dependent on anything you may or may not consent to do. But... It couldn't hurt, right?"

Of course. This was why she wanted me to get the chip in the first place. I chuckled to myself. Raven had been right of course, the chip would come back to bite me. But I wasn't sure I would mind the bite. Still, I wanted to be sure there wasn't even more fine print she wasn't telling me.

"That's the job? Personal pussy licker?"

"Of course not! But what happens between consenting adults in Virtual is--"

"Yeah, no, I got that. But is that what I'm gonna do for 10 hours a day? If I consent, that is."

I was a little surprised by my own boldness with a woman who had threatened me to the point of begging the day before but I needed to get this straight before I got in over my head. I mean, I was probably going to be in over my head anyway but I wanted to know how deep before I masochistically pulled myself under. Besides, she and I both knew that I could try to get her in trouble for as much as she had already said to me. I wasn't planning on it, and it was likely futile if this was how the rest of the company was behind closed doors, but I could try if I wanted and it wouldn't be pleasant for her.

"Oh no. You'll be my righthand man, Elijah. Think of it like a ship's executive officer. You're in charge of making sure my workers are doing their jobs and my data floor is operating with efficiency. You handle my day-to-day while I focus on getting myself and by extension, you, another promotion. Anything else we get up to is just a bonus, for both of us I would hope."

Now that sounded like a real promotion. I thought it over. My hardening cock, the conversation Raven and I had that morning, and the encouragement she even gave me the day before to ride this rollercoaster wherever it led, all told me I would definitely be consenting to everything this promotion entailed and more. Plus, the money wouldn't be easy to turn down.

"Alright," I said.

"Alright to?" She asked searching my eyes.

"All of it," I said immediately. Her eyes lit up before I added, "But I have one limit."

"Oh?"

"No fucking," I said plainly.

She smirked and said, "I think I can live with that and I also have some rules."

"Okay," I said and leaned back in my chair. Her grin widened and I could see her professional walls, thin as they had been, coming down.

"It's ma'am at all times. Behind closed doors and in front of anyone and everyone. You'll defer to me and you will never ever contradict or disobey me. In public and real life I'll mostly call you Elijah. In private and when we're in Virtual, I'll call you bitch or my bitch because that's who I want you to be for me, in Virtual and the real world. Still good with that?"

I thought about it for a moment. My throbbing cock wouldn't let me answer any other way so I relented. What did it matter anyway if I was a "fuckhole," "bitch," or "stud"? I was starting to understand what I was meant for. I was meant to be owned by women and I liked it. Hell, I loved it and I was ready to find out how far I could go.

"Yes ma'am," I said with a smile.

"My meeting is in 10 minutes so.."

Before I knew what had happened I was strapped into the desk and my clothes, at least in Virtual, were gone. The fabric holding my wrists was soft and thick and there was a stretchy sling supporting my neck. Now I understood the size of the desk. There was apparently enough room underneath for a cushioned platform that was at just the right height to support my knees and relieve my legs of any pressure to hold my body up, all while my face was just the right height to be eye level with her crotch. All in all, it was rather comfortable.

"How did you design this?" I asked

She rolled her chair up to the desk, legs spread and dress pulled up, and pressed my face between her thighs.

"Quiet, bitch! And I didn't hear a ma'am with that question but to answer it, I am very creative and resourceful, which is how I got to my position. You got your position currently because I want you there. Now get licking, bitch," I heard her muffled voice say as her thighs covered my ears.

Having barely enough room to breath and not much else other than to open my mouth to lick her, I started to do so. I was surprised to find that she had a similar sweet taste to Raven, despite having different parts between her legs. Not the artificial taste of banana or strawberries that Raven cooked up but the one from before when it was just her natural flavor. She was wetter, of course, and I found myself savoring her honey on my tongue.

"Yes, sir. I understand, sir. If all goes well, which..." I heard her say to the person on the other end of the call as she looked down at me. "It's already going quite well. But yes, sir, his replacement should be onboarding tomorrow. With him in the trenches, we should more than be able to make up the lost numbers, sir."

"Good girl," the voice on the other side said. "Don't forget to cum for me, slut. Just because I can't join you today doesn't mean you're off the hook for your weekly orgasm."