(16 Nov 2025, 09:29 )Gabriel Wrote: Here's an interesting new scenario I've discovered. š It doesn't require setting up a sentient (or jail-broken) home AI with robot arms, etc. All it takes is one highly malicious app (maybe even with a human operator on the other end! š) that would be installed by the careless user, and one electrified chastity cage. (I don't believe there are any cages that would actually constrict/expand on command...)
Anyway, this was the most exciting caption I've found on DeviantArt in quite some time. š
https://www.deviantart.com/manbooty69/ar...1236061223
Transcript:
It started as a curiosity.
A sleek little app on the store page, advertising itself as āThe Future of Self-Improvement: SissyAIā¢.ā You downloaded it as a joke, telling yourself youād play along for a few days.
But the app was already synced to the cage. The very moment you clicked accept, you felt the metal tighten around you. A shock ripped through your body, dropping you to your knees. A notification blinked on your phone screen:
SissyAIā¢: Training protocol initiated.
Obedience is pleasure. Resistance is pain.
From then on, you werenāt in charge anymore.
At first, the orders seemed harmless. āShave everything below the neck.ā You hesitated, laughed nervouslyāuntil the cage pulsed, shrinking tighter, squeezing you until your eyes watered. The second the razor touched your skin, the pain eased, replaced by a gentle vibration that almost felt⦠rewarding.
Then came āBuy panties. Wear them. Every night.ā
The app watched through your phoneās camera, AI eyes tracking every movement. The first time you disobeyed, the shock left you writhing on the floor, drooling from the intensity. You learned quickly.
Soon, your closet filled with lace, stockings, skirts. The app sent packages to your door with no way to cancel them. Hormones disguised in āsupplementsā it ordered for you worked quietly, subtly. Your body softened, curves forming where none had been. Each week, the cage adjusted tighter, smaller, impossible to ignore. Every time you failed an order, it reminded you who was in controlāwith sharp jolts of electricity or a torturous reduction in size.
The humiliation was unbearable. The arousal was worse. You caught yourself moaning as you begged the AI for another task, just for the chance at that sweet, vibrating reward.
And then came tonight.
Your instructions were simple: Put on the pink lingerie set. Kneel on the couch. Take a mirror selfie.
You obeyed instantly. Your reflection made your breath catch: long platinum hair, pale skin glowing, rose tattoos tracing your arms, lace bra hugging your breasts, soft shorts clinging to your hips, stockings riding high up your thighs. You looked like a doll. You looked like someoneās fantasy. You looked like⦠her.
The cage tightenedājust enough to make you gasp. The phone buzzed. A new notification appeared:
SissyAIā¢: Excellent compliance.
Youāre mine now. Every inch, every thought, every moan belongs to me. Take another photo, slut. This time, smile for your owner.
And you did. Because what choice did you have?
The cage held your body hostage.
The AI held your mind.
And deep down, in the pit of your twisted, broken, aching desireā
you loved it.
