Censor Chip

"Welcome home, my cyborg stud!" Raven said as I opened the door. I smiled wide. "Bitch" and "fuckhole" were hot in their own right but I liked the sound of Raven calling me "stud" best.

"How'd you know I was about to come home?" I asked.

"Oh, once my claws were dug in, it was a simple task to install a tracker," she said with a devilish grin as she closed the door behind me.

"You know, some boyfriends would find that invasive," I said playfully.

"Those boyfriends are not my treasured property," she shot back. I blushed at what I took as a loving remark. "Besides you don't mind, do you?"

"Not even a little bit, my goddess," I said honestly.

"Good. Anyway, I've decided when you come home from work, or anywhere else for that matter, I want you to greet me like the goddess I am. On your knees," she ordered, pressing down on my shoulders.

I kneeled in front of her. Her panties dropped down across the censor over her legs and landed at her uncensored feet. From what I could tell, she was wearing a skirt still. With one hand, she lifted her skirt to reveal the package beneath it, visible between the pixels that covered every space around it. With the other hand, she lifted her petite little shaft so that her sack was more visible to me.

"I think you know what to do, stud," she said and waited expectantly. I leaned in and pressed my lips to her gems and then I slowly and reverently tongued them while she looked on.

"Good boy," she praised. "Now let me have a look at what you've been up to."

She led me by the hand to sit next to her on the couch. She put her visor on and and after a while her focused expression turned into an amused smile as she poked through my brain to see what my workday had been like.

"Goddamn, Eli!" Raven exclaimed through barely contained laughter. I was just glad she wasn't mad that I had been pleasuring another woman. I thought it might be one thing for her to say she was okay with it but maybe another to know the deed was actually done.

"You're shameless! You're literally a corporate bootlicker! Even worse, you're a corporate asshole polisher!" she continued. If she wasn't giggling, I would've taken that as a serious accusation coming from her. "I've only skimmed the juicy bits. I'm saving the stuff that was entirely in Virtual for later use."

"Later use?" I asked.

"Yeah! I get full video and audio because it's 100% interpreted through the chip," she explained.

"Now who's watching porn?" I teased.

"You could. If it's in Virtual you could basically relive it. You just have to think about --oh holy shit! You get your raise payout tonight AND you have tomorrow off?!"

"Yeah! I was gonna tell you first thing but ya know.. The money is already in our account, though!"

"Well fuck! I guess first, order that gadget if you still want it. Might as well use the money while we have it before the fuckers change their minds. Let me send it to you," she said.

A listing for a Cloud 9 CirruVison X for 2,000 credits loaded in my vision. The reviews implied it actually was used for shooting porn specifically for a full sensory experience with a neural implant. I chuckled at that. Like Raven had suggested, it remotely recorded the sensory data received by the brain to be played back. The listing offered me faster shipping for 500 more credits but I declined. It said the device would arrive somewhere between five days and three weeks. I rolled my eyes at that but I wasn't going to blow anymore of my paycheck on a porn gadget.

"Done," I said with a smug smile.

"I have an idea of how we can celebrate too," Raven said and took her visor off.

"Of course you do!" I said sarcastically. She gave me a half-serious warning glare.

"Of course I do," she repeated matter-of-factly. "I was actually daydreaming today, you know, when I wasn't handing gamer guys their asses."

"As usual," I added.

"Right. Well, I was thinking about what else we could get up to together now that we've established an..arrangement. There's a whole community for non-monogamous people, even clubs!"

"You mean sex clubs?" I interjected with a chuckle.

"Well..." she mumbled, losing some of her steam.

"Hey, nothing wrong with them! You want to go to one?" I offered, realizing I had gone too far with my teasing. Her eyes gradually lit up again as she looked at me curiously.

"Well it depends. Do you want to see me with another man? Or a woman? Or both? Because, if we go, I think that's what I want," She said.

"I said I was game for anything, didn't I?" I said reassuringly. "Besides, I had my fun today. You deserve some. When did you want to go?"

"Tonight? Since you have tomorrow off we can stay out late, ya know?" She said her voice almost pleading.

"Yeah, that makes sense! Wanna pick out an outfit for your stud?"

"Yesss! Oh! and just to sweeten the experience, I have a present for you."

I chuckled under my breath and said, "you're always spoiling me, goddess."

She giggled and grinned at me coyly.

"You got the big promotion and you were such a good little bitch for Miss Linda, so I think you deserve a little something," Raven said, put her visor back on, and pressed buttons on her controller. Suddenly everything below her ribcage was visible. She stood up in front of me to show off. It felt like an eternity since I saw her long legs and when she spun around my breath caught. Her bare ass just below her short skirt was as cute and as perfectly round as I thought it would be.

"Are you ready to see a man's cock in this ass, baby? It won't be yours, you know," Raven taunted me as she looked over her shoulder at me. My growing hard on pressed against my pants in response. I wasn't jealous per se but I did want to fuck her myself, more now than ever, and the blatant denial drove me wild.

"I know, my goddess," I replied as my arousal deepened into submission. "I'll be lucky to watch, much less participate."

"You would be," she confirmed bluntly. "But I'm not cruel enough to only make you watch. I am, however, cruel enough that I also wrote a new program for your chip. It's a little trade off for letting you see my ass. It's a happy coincidence that I'll get to use it at a club to tonight. Why don't you get a closer look at your goddess's newly visible piece of fucking art while I load it up and tell you about it? You can even have a taste."

She spread her cheeks to show me the hole between them. As she bent forward, I appreciated how adorably her little package hung on the other side, between her legs. I admired how her skin transitioned smoothly from her taut girlballs all the way to her asshole except for a single seam between them. I got on my knees and first gently kissed her puckering asshole. Then I licked it slowly and worshipfully as she donned her visor and pressed buttons on her controller. A loading meter appeared in my vision as she loaded my implant with her new software but I kept kissing and licking her passionately, feeling like I would be ready for whatever she had in mind.

"I hadn't anticipated such good timing for the program to be finished but I'm glad. It was just going to be for fun between us and whoever we bring home or maybe even to make your workday more interesting but this is going to be even better. Basically, it's a virtual but also, in a sense, very real chastity cage," she told me. I stopped the movement of my tongue on her ass for a moment as the words registered. That may have been more cruel than just making me watch. I didn't understand how such a program was possible but it almost certainly meant my cock receiving any kind of pleasure at this sex club would be off the table as long as it was caged by her. It limited me to using my mouth or...my ass to pleasure others.

"The reason the program took more than just a couple of button clicks is that it will also project the image of your little caged dick to anyone with an implant and I encrypted it heavily so that almost any hacker couldn't release you if they tried. Luckily, I have the key. Essentially it tricks your brain into believing that your dick is caged and will keep it from getting hard, no matter how horny you are. Also, even if you or someone else tries to make it hard, this makes it numb to touch, so you won't be feeling a thing."

I continued worshiping my goddess even as I was a little horrified by what she was about to do to me. As if in rebellion to the notion of it's incarceration, my cock created a large tent in my pants, defying all confines to stand at attention.

"You have about 2 minutes left before it's loaded. So if you'd like to get off before we go, I'd suggest doing it now, stud," she said in a disinterested tone. I looked at the loading bar and realized it was at 95% complete.

I quickly undid my belt and then unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I panicked as I saw that in the time it took me to do that much, the progress had increased to 96%. I frantically jerked my cock thanking the universe that I was already hard at least.

"I didn't say you could stop worshipping me stud," she admonished, looking back over her shoulder at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, goddess," I said through gritted teeth. All I could manage was to press my mouth to her asshole and begin to pathetically tongue fuck it.

98%

A hot fury rose between my legs. I thought I might actually make it before my time ran out.

99%

My mind wandered, thinking about how long I would be caged. Would it be forever? My racing mind focused on that possibility as I pleasured the one who could be my dick's permanent jailer. This could be the last time I ever came. That thought was tantalizing and fueling the fire building between my legs. I was almost there; almost ready to--

100%

My cock went numb instantly other than the distinct feeling that it was now tightly constrained. It immediately began going soft. As it shrunk, a dribble of cum leaked out onto my khakis like a water hose that had just been abruptly shut off and was draining the excess. The image of a dicklet, believably reminiscent of mine, stuffed into an unrealistically tiny cock cage appeared in my vision where my shriveling manhood had just been a moment before. There was no release and my mind screamed as my sexual frustration peaked and then plateaued, keeping me at an ever-present baseline of intense horniness from that point onwards.

"Fuck!" I complained as I collapsed onto the floor.

"Awww. I tried to warn you! If you're a good boy, I'll let you out tonight when we get back home," she said and squatted over my face. "No hard feelings, right stud?"

I took a deep breath, getting used to my new normal. My brain was in some kind of sexual fog. It begged for relief that wouldn't come but it could focus on other things in the meantime. For instance, the asshole now in my face looked like an appetizing fixation.

"No, goddess. No hard feelings," I said and eagerly lapped at her hole like my life depended on it. In my now broken mind, it became the only thing that mattered, that is, until I found another erotic thing to obsess over. As she adjusted her hips, her beautiful hanging gems caught my attention. I licked along the seam between the two points and then put all my energy into worshiping my goddess's balls. Noticing her petite but rock hard member swinging slightly, I craned my neck to lick the bottom side of it from the tip back to her sack. She smirked down at me and pointed the rod downward at me. She dipped it into and out of my more than willing mouth as I polished it.

"Good boy," she praised and stood back up, taking her visor back off and putting it aside nonchalantly. I licked my lips as I processed the absence of an oral target for my sexual madness. I closed my eyes. I was going to have to pull myself together somehow if I was going to survive this club.

"Coming?" Raven asked with a mischievous grin, waiting for me in the hallway entrance.

"Yes, my goddess," I said automatically, unable shift between my submissive headspace and our normal rapport while being so wound up. She giggled as if she could see the sexual turmoil inside me and was highly entertained by it. I watched her uncensored and magnificent hips sway as she walked away toward the bedroom and I almost crawled to follow her. Somehow, however, I found the sense to walk like a human instead of a crazed animal.

By the time I made my way into the bedroom, she had slipped into a silky and short red dress and was tucking herself into a pair of matching red panties. The only sign she gave that she noticed my entrance was a disinterested glance as she put her hair up.

"Strip," she ordered sternly, still looking at herself in the mirror and not at me. I unbuttoned and pulled off my shirt and pulled down my pants as they were still undone.

"Hmmm," she pondered as she scanned our closet before pulling out black dress pants. "This will do. Don't jizz on this pair, though."

I blushed as I replaced my cum stained khaki pants with the black ones. She then handed me a grey button up with roll tabs to convert the long sleeves to a fashionable short sleeve. It was by far my fanciest outfit but I looked plain next to Raven. She was practically sex incarnate in that dress, and that feeling was based on only being able to see her lower half.

I peered into the filter over her chest, longing to see how the dress showed off those soft peaks I hadn't even caught a glimpse of in days. It was futile, of course. The pixel mosaic allowed me to see the color of the dress and maybe a guess at where her cleavage showed but the details I desperately desired were out of reach.

"Ready?" She asked as she finished up her makeup.

"Yes, goddess," I almost compulsively replied. Raven smirked at me.

"You know, I can't control your mind but controlling your cock may just be the next best thing," she said as I followed her out of our apartment.

"Do you know where we're going?" I asked, knowing I should've done so a long time ago before Raven entranced me for the night.

"Yep!"

I grinned as I realized this must have been more of an in depth fixation than a simple day dream on her part and she definitely did her research.

"Wanna get us a ride, stud?"

"Yes, goddess," I said and called an auto-cab with a thought.

Raven hit the input receiver button on the voice command panel inside and said, "Neon Unicorn Lounge, please."

The auto-cab confirmed the location in typical glitchy fashion and started driving.

"Isn't that a queer club?" I asked. "Will they even let me in?"

Raven giggled.

"It's where a lot of trans girls go to play. You won't be the only straight guy there, trust me."

It then occurred to me that her knowledge came not from research but personal experience.

"You've been there before?" I asked cautiously.

"Jade and I snuck in one time --just to the front bar area, mind you." she answered with a mischievous smile. All I could manage was a shake of my head in mock disappointment and a chuckle as my mind wandered and my phantom cock cage worked against the physical response to my near constant arousal.

We arrived and approached the rustic building that sat in the middle of an industrial district. To no one's surprise, it had a giant pink unicorn in blazing neon lights on the roof above the front door. I followed Raven inside and immediately noticed the typical vapor haze of sublimating ice pens that came with any such establishment but also an additional air of joy. People of all sorts donned brightly colored clothing, makeup, or dyed hair as they danced, drank, or kissed the night away. A few "straight passing" couples were scattered across the room in between the obviously queer people that were the majority. A few people had flashy chrome plated augments installed as was more popular in underground cultures than the less visible variety used by corporate rat-racers. However, I imagined most of the attendees were like us --too poor to afford either one.

Some loners drank at the bar by themselves but even they didn't seem too down, choosing to enjoy the dance music by themselves or chat up the bartender. One possible reason for their seemingly jovial moods presented itself as a prompt appeared in my vision:

"AUDIO JACK IN?"

I smirked curiously as I responded affirmatively in my mind. Suddenly, the music felt more dynamic and almost more..emotional? I listened for a few minutes until I decided that was a bit overwhelming for me, as I was still getting used to the club environment to begin with. I thought about turning the audio enhancement off and the music went back to normal again. Lost in my people watching and music listening, I didn't even notice that I was just standing in the middle of the room by myself until I saw Raven walking to me from the bar with a drink for both of us.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah! Just taking in the scenery, I guess," I replied taking a sip of the drink she handed me.

"I talked to a couple at the bar. Told them your cock was out of commission tonight but that I was down for whatever and you'd..do your best. They said for us to meet them in the back later."

"Making friends already?" I asked with a smirk, choosing the be amused rather than embarrassed that she had talked about the state of my penis to strangers. Truthfully, the knowledge that she was likely going to tell anyone and everyone that my dick would not be touching anyone or anything tonight only made my virtual cage tighter and my submissive brain became that much more putty in her hands.

"Of course I am!" She enthused. "What else is a slut like me supposed to do?"

"As long as you're having fun, I'm..also down for whatever," I said.

"Good," she said and kissed me on the cheek.

We made our way around the corner of a wall separating the bar area and the dance floor and sat down at a booth on the outer edge. Dancers stripped on a stage across the floor from us; men, women, transgender, cisgender and everyone between. As Raven had specified when she expanded the filter to cover other people, anyone that was blessed with bust was censored to me from the waist up and anyone else was in plain view in all their naked glory. It was only when one dancer walked off and another replaced them that I realized they were just regular club-goers getting naked for the fun of it. Raven must have seen the same thing as I watched the cogs in her mind spin with inspiration. She turned to me, for a brief moment looking like she was going to ask my permission before remembering that she could do whatever she wanted, and ran off through the dancing crowd and to the stage.

A man, totally nude and manhood erect, made his way down the side steps. He looked almost dazed as he came down from the high of his performance. He gave Raven a sly grin as if trying to telepathically tell her just how much fun she was about to have before returning to his waiting boyfriend on the floor. Raven took his place, slowly getting into a groove with the dance music as she positioned herself relative to a pole.

She was no professional and her pole skills seemed limited to dancing around and against it but I was surprised by how mesmerizing her hips were as she got lost in the beat. My breath caught as she slowly lifted her dress above her waist and then above her stomach. Finally it emerged from her filter and fell to the wayside, soon accompanied by her panties. I breathed heavily and resisted the urge to try and touch myself. The reality that I was the sole person in the entire room that couldn't see her breasts hit me like a crashing wave of deliciously tormented ecstasy.

As if she was reading my thoughts, she looked directly at me from across the room and smiled devilishly at me before diving fully back into her art. I loved how freely and confidently she moved. She had no trace shame about who she was or what she was showing off and I wondered if that would've been true before she came out to me. It was then that I noticed she had attracted a small group of men in front of the stage that ogled her as she danced. She made eye contact with them and bit her lip, seeming to enjoy their gazes. Her enjoyment made my virtual cage feel tight again as envy, not jealousy, washed over me. I chuckled silently at myself as I wondered how weird I could possibly be to be turned on by this whole thing. Then I took a moment to appreciate that I had someone to explore my weirdness with.