I finally wake up.

At this point, with your phone dead, you have no idea what time it is. The the room is still dark except for the illuminated mannequin. It feels like you slept through the night, which means it's probably around 6:30am.

You hadn't expected to sleep so long. Was there something in the mannequin's seminal discharge you drank last night? Something which made you sleepy?

But now you're feeling a growing discomfort: You need to urinate.

What now? Just go in the corner?

You get out of bed and jump in shock as the bed automatically retracts back into the wall.

Wondering what to do, you walk over to the mannequin and look into his eyes. You survived his subjugation last night. What would he do to you today?

Naked, curious, and horny (with your morning wood), you kneel carefully in padded boxes and placed your lips around his cock, giving it a tentative suck.

How easily that comes to you. Does that mean you're officially a cock sucking slut now?

Hmmm.

It doesn't matter, however, because nothing happens.

You reached into the cuffs and grasp his ass, but nothing moves. No clicks, no hands... nothing. The mannequin just stands there, staring down at you, impassive and immobile.

Eventually you give up, and disentangled yourself from the mannequin.

Now what?

You notice that the rear door is ajar! Your heart leaps. Are you free now??

But no, inside is just a toilet and a shower.

Well, it is certainly better than soiling your cell.