I have to stay. (no resistance left)

You said that there was no way, no how, as long as you had an ounce of resistance left, that you would ever agree to kneel in front of the mannequin.

And well, here you are. You have used up all of the ounces of resistance you had left, and now you have ****.

Just the thought of getting up and leaving the room sounds so exhausting and like so much hard work. You look around at the room and the mannequin (now dark) and you come to a realization.

You want to stay.

It can't be denied. You are so horny, your penis is twitching, YOU HAVE TO CUM, SO BAD. That you just can't leave. You feel like you'd rather hump the hard floor and make yourself cum than leave the room.

You want to kneel before the mannequin. You feel you *must* kneel before the mannequin. You feel you owe it to the mannequin to kneel before him.

But most of all, you desire it. You WANT it. You sucked your first rubber cock, the one sticking out of the wall...

And now you want another.

"I want to kneel before him," you say.

Immediately, the door closes. The spotlight comes back on.

Kneel before me.

Says the mannequin.

You're trapped now. There is no way out without submitting to the mannequin, and his hard, dripping cock.

Oh god... what have you done?