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I awaken. I feel different. Confused. Not quite sure where I am. As I come to my senses, I realize I am bound. I am lying down with my hands and feet shackled in metal restraints. I try to look around only to see my entire body covered in tight black latex. My cock is the only thing exposed. As I move my head around looking for someone, something to make sense… I realize my head too… is covered in a latex mask. The room I am in is dark, unable to see anything outside of 10 feet away, after that, darkness. Is it even a room at all?
A bright, white light shines down on my from above. I catch the occasional flash of red light, but my eyes squint in the intensity. I look away. To my left is a machine. It looks like something from an old science fiction movie - a rolling tube with countless mechanical arms protruding from it. Blue flickering lights emit over the clear plastic dome. From the dome I can barely see a faint flickering red beam of light streaming directly into the light above. In one of the arms is a clear plastic tube attached to black rubber hose. The hose leads out of my vision. In another arm, a set of goggles – or a mask. All I can make out are two blue ovals coming from what I think are the eyes of the goggles. Finally, as my eyes adjust I can make out something else. At first inspection I thought it to be another tube, but imagine my terror as I come realize the tip is rounded - it’s a phallic device. Long, black, cold, hard metal. It glistens in the ambiance, as a clear thin liquid drips from the tip, down the shaft, and onto the floor.
As the menacing presence of the machine takes over me, I lay my head back for a moment, close my eyes. It’s just a dream, just a nightmare? No it feels too real. Over the sound of my panicked breathing, I hear something in the distance. Is it the liquid dripping on the floor? No it’s more percussive… and rhythmic. A pounding, echoing in the dark. I have heard this before. It stops. The silence is deafening. No, there is something else. I have to hold my breath to hear it. Yes, there it is. It’s panting – heavy breathing, and a moan. I’m not alone! I cry out, “hey I’m over here!” My voice, hoarse in quality, echoes in the chamber. The chamber is unfathomably large only realizing it as the words fade to the distance. As it does, I am startled to hear that percussive beat again. This time the pace is quickened. I feel what I can only describe as relief as I realizes those percussive sounds I have been hearing the whole time or those of high heels striking the ground – they have to be. “I’m stuck in here! Help me! Over here!” My cries go unanswered as the steps draw near. It’s pace slows to a stop as they approach from behind.
“Number Thirty-One Two Thirty Eight. What ever shall we do with you?” My stomach turns and panic flows through my veins as I realize she isn’t here to help. Her voice, deep, silky, and sultry – it’s like her words were wrapping around my skin as tight as the latex. The staccato footsteps again as she deliberately saunters to my right. I can see her. A brunet, stunning. My heart feels as if it skipped, unsure if it was from terror or from the sheer shock or sexual energy. Her eyes, striking. I feel almost deja vu - the sight of her face causing a bolt of power, seething from deep in my subconscious. I know her face, but not her name. Her eyebrow piques as she draws a crooked smile. Her bright red lipstick giving way to reveal her pearl white teeth and… her tongue, her tongue moves across her mouth with the tip teasing the rim of her lips. She shakes her head and gives a quick exhale. “You have proven to be quite troublesome.” She draws closer. Her white, button down blouse leads to her tight black skirt. It is shiny; I can only assume its latex as my eye traces the line of light and hugs her hips down to her knees. “I’m impressed at your production. But I must say, your resistance to control is concerning.”
She removes her hands from behind her back. She holds a tablet in her hand. Her gloved fingers, slide down the screen. I dream of that small touch. Suddenly I was moving. I feel my weight slide down as the platform I’m bound to moves my entire body to a standing position. I am now facing my sadistic captor. She draws closer, leaning toward me as she examines my face. I can see her eyes scan over the mask. Her perfume – sweet, and clean. Intoxicating. “We’ll have to manually… restart” I watch as her eyes look down.
She suddenly turns away. I can only hear her by the machine. Faint sounds – that make connections to my recollection. My bindings holding me tight. My heart pounding. I can hear the sound of the machine change, a short faint whir. Now there was the sound of the liquid, this time splattering on the ground. And there she is again. I don’t even hear her step. Her blouse now open, revealing a tight latex corset covering the bottom of her breasts. She watches as I look down. Her breasts almost spilling from their constraints. Her nipples clearly stiff from the cold air, protrude trough the thin latex. She simply smiles as I stare. She raises her gloved hands in front of her chest. She begins ringing her hands, now coating the gloves in thin clear liquid. They glisten as the lubricant spreads across them. She reaches down, sending a shock through my body. Her hands sliding down the shaft of my cock. They are… cold to the touch. Wet. I don’t know it, but my cock is hardening the whole time. Maybe this isn’t going to be that bad. The feeling of the latex sliding across the skin of my cock. It was as if her hands are a perfect hole for my cock to explore - as if she knew just exactly what it needed to be rock hard. And then she stops. She stands up. This time turning to my ear. I can feel the warmth of her body. The air of her breath flowing through the ear of my mask. She simply whispers to me, “You Must Obey.”
With that, an audible tone from the light, and she is gone. As the table turns toward the machine, I can hear her high heels striking the floor. They disappear from my perspective as the machine begins to churn. Arms move toward me at an alarming pace. Before I can react I feel a strap around my neck tighten and pull my head back to the table. As I struggle, I see arms move over my head and pads fall down over my ears. I hear the tone, the same one as light, intensify. To my surprise, I feel the tube slide on my cock with robot precision. It must be the tube, so smooth and rigid. As it begins to suck – a pair of goggles drop over my eyes. I feel a slight suction as they seal over the latex mask. A voice… “obey.” Another tube, startling me, begins to seal over my mouth and nose. As the hypnotic swirls begin to cross my vision, am I being gassed? The swirls soon turn to cocks spurting cum over latex clad faces and busty, shiny breasts. Sluts on their knees with their tongues out, as they wait for their hot load, just looking into my eyes. Are they here? Am… am I? I can feel my cock twitch with excitement. But now it is, it is, I can’t concentrate. Getting sleepy. The pleasure. The loss of control. I can’t give in. “Obey,” this time the voice is inside my head. I have no will to resist the machine as it milks not just my cum but my very will. Is that? No it can’t be. Fight it. I feel the… the presence of a cold, wet, metal, begin to probe between… the. “Obey.” The machine… I’m... I begin to… to… …obey… …obey…
Obey
A bright, white light shines down on my from above. I catch the occasional flash of red light, but my eyes squint in the intensity. I look away. To my left is a machine. It looks like something from an old science fiction movie - a rolling tube with countless mechanical arms protruding from it. Blue flickering lights emit over the clear plastic dome. From the dome I can barely see a faint flickering red beam of light streaming directly into the light above. In one of the arms is a clear plastic tube attached to black rubber hose. The hose leads out of my vision. In another arm, a set of goggles – or a mask. All I can make out are two blue ovals coming from what I think are the eyes of the goggles. Finally, as my eyes adjust I can make out something else. At first inspection I thought it to be another tube, but imagine my terror as I come realize the tip is rounded - it’s a phallic device. Long, black, cold, hard metal. It glistens in the ambiance, as a clear thin liquid drips from the tip, down the shaft, and onto the floor.
As the menacing presence of the machine takes over me, I lay my head back for a moment, close my eyes. It’s just a dream, just a nightmare? No it feels too real. Over the sound of my panicked breathing, I hear something in the distance. Is it the liquid dripping on the floor? No it’s more percussive… and rhythmic. A pounding, echoing in the dark. I have heard this before. It stops. The silence is deafening. No, there is something else. I have to hold my breath to hear it. Yes, there it is. It’s panting – heavy breathing, and a moan. I’m not alone! I cry out, “hey I’m over here!” My voice, hoarse in quality, echoes in the chamber. The chamber is unfathomably large only realizing it as the words fade to the distance. As it does, I am startled to hear that percussive beat again. This time the pace is quickened. I feel what I can only describe as relief as I realizes those percussive sounds I have been hearing the whole time or those of high heels striking the ground – they have to be. “I’m stuck in here! Help me! Over here!” My cries go unanswered as the steps draw near. It’s pace slows to a stop as they approach from behind.
“Number Thirty-One Two Thirty Eight. What ever shall we do with you?” My stomach turns and panic flows through my veins as I realize she isn’t here to help. Her voice, deep, silky, and sultry – it’s like her words were wrapping around my skin as tight as the latex. The staccato footsteps again as she deliberately saunters to my right. I can see her. A brunet, stunning. My heart feels as if it skipped, unsure if it was from terror or from the sheer shock or sexual energy. Her eyes, striking. I feel almost deja vu - the sight of her face causing a bolt of power, seething from deep in my subconscious. I know her face, but not her name. Her eyebrow piques as she draws a crooked smile. Her bright red lipstick giving way to reveal her pearl white teeth and… her tongue, her tongue moves across her mouth with the tip teasing the rim of her lips. She shakes her head and gives a quick exhale. “You have proven to be quite troublesome.” She draws closer. Her white, button down blouse leads to her tight black skirt. It is shiny; I can only assume its latex as my eye traces the line of light and hugs her hips down to her knees. “I’m impressed at your production. But I must say, your resistance to control is concerning.”
She removes her hands from behind her back. She holds a tablet in her hand. Her gloved fingers, slide down the screen. I dream of that small touch. Suddenly I was moving. I feel my weight slide down as the platform I’m bound to moves my entire body to a standing position. I am now facing my sadistic captor. She draws closer, leaning toward me as she examines my face. I can see her eyes scan over the mask. Her perfume – sweet, and clean. Intoxicating. “We’ll have to manually… restart” I watch as her eyes look down.
She suddenly turns away. I can only hear her by the machine. Faint sounds – that make connections to my recollection. My bindings holding me tight. My heart pounding. I can hear the sound of the machine change, a short faint whir. Now there was the sound of the liquid, this time splattering on the ground. And there she is again. I don’t even hear her step. Her blouse now open, revealing a tight latex corset covering the bottom of her breasts. She watches as I look down. Her breasts almost spilling from their constraints. Her nipples clearly stiff from the cold air, protrude trough the thin latex. She simply smiles as I stare. She raises her gloved hands in front of her chest. She begins ringing her hands, now coating the gloves in thin clear liquid. They glisten as the lubricant spreads across them. She reaches down, sending a shock through my body. Her hands sliding down the shaft of my cock. They are… cold to the touch. Wet. I don’t know it, but my cock is hardening the whole time. Maybe this isn’t going to be that bad. The feeling of the latex sliding across the skin of my cock. It was as if her hands are a perfect hole for my cock to explore - as if she knew just exactly what it needed to be rock hard. And then she stops. She stands up. This time turning to my ear. I can feel the warmth of her body. The air of her breath flowing through the ear of my mask. She simply whispers to me, “You Must Obey.”
With that, an audible tone from the light, and she is gone. As the table turns toward the machine, I can hear her high heels striking the floor. They disappear from my perspective as the machine begins to churn. Arms move toward me at an alarming pace. Before I can react I feel a strap around my neck tighten and pull my head back to the table. As I struggle, I see arms move over my head and pads fall down over my ears. I hear the tone, the same one as light, intensify. To my surprise, I feel the tube slide on my cock with robot precision. It must be the tube, so smooth and rigid. As it begins to suck – a pair of goggles drop over my eyes. I feel a slight suction as they seal over the latex mask. A voice… “obey.” Another tube, startling me, begins to seal over my mouth and nose. As the hypnotic swirls begin to cross my vision, am I being gassed? The swirls soon turn to cocks spurting cum over latex clad faces and busty, shiny breasts. Sluts on their knees with their tongues out, as they wait for their hot load, just looking into my eyes. Are they here? Am… am I? I can feel my cock twitch with excitement. But now it is, it is, I can’t concentrate. Getting sleepy. The pleasure. The loss of control. I can’t give in. “Obey,” this time the voice is inside my head. I have no will to resist the machine as it milks not just my cum but my very will. Is that? No it can’t be. Fight it. I feel the… the presence of a cold, wet, metal, begin to probe between… the. “Obey.” The machine… I’m... I begin to… to… …obey… …obey…
Obey
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