The cock finally pulled from my body and I was acutely aware of feeling thoroughly and completely feminine. My breasts felt wonderful. My belly was satisfied with the lingering warmth of both the spurting come and my sexual supernova. The restraints were already opened but I was in no hurry to get up and leave. I felt myself smile with a stupid, satisfied grin as I lay there, my legs splayed open and my pussy dripping with…what?
I reached down to my soaking pussy and ran my hand over it, gathering my lust and the product of the cock into it. I lifted it to my eyes and then I sniffed at it. The somehow pleasing odour of my own musky scent was present and then I caught the perfume of the slick fluid that had been sexily and hotly pumped into me, I wasn’t sure what it was. The scent was kind of flowery, but there was also a medicinal quality to it as well. A little part of my glow faded when I couldn’t figure out what had been spurted into my body, yet I still was in more joy from the afterglow of my fucking than I’d ever been from any male-induced orgasm.
The computer screen displayed a new question:
“Did you like it? Do you like being a slave?”
I was free to go.
I didn’t have to answer.
Yet I did.
I reached up and touched YES.
I’d never been happier in all of my life. Laying there in the afterglow I contemplated having experienced Heaven and I abandoned myself to a warm, restful sleep.
Day Six
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When I woke up the display was hovering over my face and I was still comfortably ensconced on Invader. I took a look at the display to see what I was supposed to do next and it had a simple instruction:
“Have a pleasant morning. Instruction will commence promptly at 1pm, please return to Invader at that time. Time is now 7:57am. Please acknowledge this instruction by selecting YES.”
I did so and the screen promptly retreated into the ceiling. As I was getting to my feet I reached for the pile of clothes I’d left strewn about the tile floor the night before. I thought about getting dressed and decided to just head up and get a shower. I smelled like sex and my thighs were still oiled up from my workout. I stopped in the kitchen to start my coffee and then it was upstairs for a welcomed shower.
The hot water cleaned up my body and it seemed to clear the fog from my mind, too. I found myself wondering what the hell I’d consented to with the computer. The feelings I’d had…and then I realized I’d stood in the stream of water for several minutes without a thought and without moving. I’d been lost in what I can only describe as a flashback to the night before. I was living it over again. The feeling of the hot liquid squirting into me like a lovers’ come had me aroused and I was mindlessly caressing myself just thinking about it.
I caught myself and shut off the water. Taking a plush towel I dried off my hair and then worked my way down, drying between my toes when I reached them. Again, the question of dressing came up. I thought about my clothes and remembered struggling to escape them the day before. The terry robe would be sufficient for now.
The coffee was a Swedish blend and it was a little more acidic than I preferred. An extra dollop of cream compensated and it accompanied a trio of freshly scrambled eggs along with a nice ham steak. I grabbed a danish from the freezer and thawed it in the microwave. Taking my breakfast out to the living room I looked out on another foggy morning replete with dedicated surfers out there just past the break. I flicked on the TV and ate while Katie and Brian filled me in on Iraq and North Korea.
I watched the local morning show at 9am and then an old episode of Bonanza after that. The whole time I was watching TV I was thinking about what was going to happen at 1pm. Little Joe and Hoss were doing something with some blind girl when I gave up trying to pay attention and I just shut the idiot box off.
I got some cold coffee and warmed it up in the microwave before dosing it with the necessary amount of cream. The warm mug itself was comforting to me as I walked into the dungeon to look at Invader. It sat there so lifeless. I went up and touched it, almost expecting it to do something on its own. It just sat there. Looking about, I saw the doors to the cabinets in the floor and ceiling were closed and secured. The odd thought that the robot arms were vulnerable and fragile crossed my mind. Why else would they have to be hidden away when I was free to move around?
The room was somehow unsettling without the noises of the arms moving about and doing their business. Losing myself in contemplation, I drifted back to wondering what was in store for me later in the day and when I caught myself I found I was getting turned on. I don’t know why, but the helplessness I felt when secured into the workstations while they did anything they wanted to me was a bizarre turn-on for me. I’d never in my life ever thought of the kinds of things I’d experienced in this house since I’d arrived. My possible futures had never included torture and unimagined sexual pleasure. Now I anticipated it with both dread and with the feeling of something wonderful about to happen. I couldn’t wait for 1pm and find out what Invader would do to me.
What the hell was I thinking? This was wrong! >> I << didn’t think like this!
I purposefully strode from the room and walked quickly to the front door. My hand hovered over the door knob. I knew what would happen if I touched it. Placing my mug of coffee on the little table by the door I braced myself to touch the shiny brass knob. I was going to touch it and this house be damned! Yeah, that’d show Waldo! I’ll touch the doorknob!
Standing there in my bare feet and just the terry robe I suddenly felt ridiculous. I knew that if I touched the doorknob I’d just end up on the floor, writhing in pain. It would be stupid to touch the doorknob. Stupid.
I picked up my coffee, slugged it down, and went back to the TV, selecting one of the movie channels. It was some strange sci-fi flick about monsters in the dark and the stupid people who feed them. I just couldn’t get into it as I now focused on wondering why my resolve to open the door had so suddenly dissolved. That was right…I was going to leave, wasn’t I? Yeah…fuck Waldo…that was my feeling…wasn’t it? Maybe I just needed a nap and then I’d feel better.
I woke up with the discomfort in my belly pinging away and I looked to see the noon news ending…shit! It was 1pm! I pulled my robe about me and jumped up and ran, I mean RAN, to the dungeon! I’d made it just in time and the pain ceased the second I crossed the threshold of the room. I laughed at the thought of ‘checking my messages’ as I looked at the display on the wall:
“Please disrobe and mount Invader promptly.”
Well, it was learning manners. How quaint. The robe fell at my feet and I climbed onto Invader and allowed the restraints to secure themselves. I have to admit that I was a little wet thinking about what pleasures might be in store for me.