I'm so horny that I think it's overriding my reason. So yes, I sit in the chair, turned on about what it's going to do to me.

After dithering another minute or two, you carefully climb into the chair. The contours flex to accommodate your particular bumps and curves. you spread your legs and place them in the contoured holders, and sit down on the sculpted seat. As expected, the rubber ridge forces its way into your ass crack, making you feel **** and violated, you know, 'down there'. The fact that your legs are spread exposing your penis and balls makes it worse. Way worse.

Thank you.

She says, almost as if she were your cute next-door neighbor accepting a 'welcome to the neighborhood' casserole, and not AN EVIL ROBOTIC HOUSE COMPUTER THAT HAS JUST TRAPPED YOU INTO A FREAKY CONTOURED CHAIR WITH A VERY SUSPICIOUS HOLE RIGHT WHER YOUR ANUS IS LOCATED!

The chair slides slowly forward. You lift your hands to keep them out of the way.

*Click*

The chair locks into the bench. Okay, so your body is trapped in slimy foam-rubber, from chest down. Here we are. I hope you're okay with this.

"FUCK!"

You jerked in surprise. You penis is sucked into some warm, wet, pulsating tunnel from above, and your balls are also sucked, almost painfully, into some clutching fingers from below!

Oh god, it's like someone or something is giving you a blow job, ohh.....

Oh, yeah. You wonder if Jack Hewitt wandered down here to get blow jobs when he was feeling lonely... oh... it's... yeah... right on the tip there... It feels so good. You try thrusting your hips, but the chair is so tight that you can't move a millimeter.

And next, just as expected (that pervert, Jack Hewitt!!), a well lubricated probe pushes up from the seat and very slowly, almost gently, pierces your anus, slowly spreading your sphincter as it delves deeper and deeper into your ass.

And it's ribbed. Of course it's ribbed.

Because, if you're a billionaire eccentric, perverted reclusive inventor with an ass-fucking blow-job chair, wouldn't you pay for the ribbed anal-probe option?

Of course you would. Class, all the way. That's Jack Hewitt.

But ohhhh... those ribs... That thing sucking your (now achingly hard) penis, the fingers clutching your balls... ohhhhh.... You close your eyes and swoon. A couple more minutes, just a couple more minutes...

"Hey!" you shout as the dildo pulls out and the pulsing around your penis and balls stop. "Don't leave me hanging!"

You try to hump the seat, but it doesn't help. The chair is so tight you can't move. You're trapped, remember? And you did this willingly, remember?

"FUCK, ASSHOLE, SHIT, MOTHER FUCKING CHAIR!!" you scream as a gush of cold water flows over your genitals. You dick deflates in a hurry. Ugh. The cold, clammy touch of the chair and the wet bench is disgusting.

"Now what?" You snarl, pissed off.

Just then, the video monitor in front of you flickers to life, as do high- wattage bulbs surrounding it. You take a good look at it.

It's your face! The flat-screen monitor is showing your face, exactly like a mirror, only it's coming from a computer screen. "There must be some kind of pin-hole camera in the middle of it," you realize, wondering why this isn't a standard feature of all laptops anywhere. It would make people appear more interested during Zoom calls, even when you know they're actually checking their e-mail rather than listening to you.

But wait...

If the monitor looks like a mirror, and it's surrounded by bulbs, then this must be...

A make-up table.