I guess I have to insert the probe up my ass?

What choice do you have? You could probably extricate yourself from the leotard, but then what? Starve to **** while waiting for someone to rescue you from the basement? Wait and hope that the house computer doesn't break down or decide to do something else to you, perhaps with some more "encouragement" to obey.

You imagine laying in the room as the computer asks, over and over, with infinite patience, to put on the leotard. How long before you crack and do it anyway?

And it's not like you can put on the leotard without the probe. It's attached, and the leotard is much too tight to put the probe anywhere except where it's obviously intended to go.

You take a couple of deep breaths. Already your arms are starting to ache from having to hold the cables down for so long.

"Okay, okay," you mutter to yourself. "You can do this...."

You reach an arm back into the leotard, find the anal probe (it's soft and slippery) and then carefully point it towards your anus, moving it back and forth until it's aimed properly.

Once the tip has found its way past your sphincter, the whole thing just slithers right in.

"Oh fuck," you gasp, as somehow it slides, unimpeded (and obviously very well lubricated!!) much deeper than you thought it would. It gets thicker and thicker as it goes deeper and deeper, the result being that your poor sphincter is stretched wider and wider the deeper it goes.

What now? You wonder.

After a couple seconds rest, you slip your hands into the arm holes in front of you. The leotard has long-sleeves.

Too late, you realize that at the ends the sleeves were not open! They just end in mittens with no fingers or thumbs!!

Thank you.

Says the house computer.