I am drawn to the mannequin, I must myself submit to him.

What am I doing here? You think to yourself. Am I insane? Have I completely lost leave of my senses?

Now that you're truly trapped in the room, you really start to worry.

Too late now!

"What if I get stuck here? What if the systems break down? What if nothing happens when I do as instructed?"

Visions of dying without food or water swirl through your brain and you immediately begin to feel desperately thirsty. "I *really* should have had that drink of water in the kitchen!!"

But then you look at the mannequin's hard, virile member, thrusting out. The tip glistens.

You're all alone, right? This is private, right? This is in the basement of a rich, perverted billionaire's mansion No one will ever see this, right?

You hope!

You walk slowly over to the mannequin.

Kneel before me.

You marvel at how sexy and confident his male voice is. Maybe you do want to follow his instructions...

Very carefully, you kneel before the mannequin, his form rising powerfully over you. There are two long, open boxes for your legs, padded on the inside.

You carefully place a leg in each box. The pads soft foam covered with satin and are very comfortable.

Very good.

It take you a second to realize he just said something new. What's next?

Now kiss my cock.

You expected this, of course, but hearing him command it... "kiss my cock"... You blush, realizing your penis is hard in your pants. For him. For his cock.

You lean forward and kiss the tip, then pull back quickly, a drop of liquid on your lips.

It's warm! And it jumped a bit when you touched it!

YES.

The mannequin says, with a satisfied smile in its voice.

Put your hands in the cuffs.

"What cuffs??"

But there they are, attached to his hips. They are made of wide canvas strips.

And now you hesitate. This is too much. You are trapped, but now you'd be *really* trapped.

Trapped, kneeling before a mannequin... a mannequin with a huge, hard, dripping cock...

_PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE CUFFS!_

Startled, you jump to obey, immediately slipping your hands into the cuffs.

WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I DONE? you wonder. WHAT AM I GETTING MYSELF INTO? AM I NUTS?

For a few moments, nothing happens...

Grab my ass.

You can hear the smirk in its voice. If he were real, you'd swear he was enjoying this.

Thoroughly submissive now, you reach forward with your hands, pushing the cuffs just past your wrists, and you grab his ass, as instructed.

His penis brushes your ear as you lean forward. A drip of pre-cum trails over your cheek, making your nipples tingle.

_Firmly._

You grab his ass more vigorously.

My, aren't you good at following instructions now? Aren't you the submissive slut? Following the instructions of a house computer intent on fucking you over. Is that what you want? It must be, because anything the mannequin asks you to do, you do it, don't you?

What horny, cock hungry, submissive, slutty pervert you are!

SUCK AS MUCH OF MY COCK AS POSSIBLE!

You lean your head back, slip his penis into your mouth and slide just over half of it into your mouth.

Oh... you moan, just slightly. What the hell is happening to you? Before today, you had never touched a man's penis before - real or face, but now here you are... sucking a mannequin's cock... and moaning???

THANK YOU.

Three things happen really fast. First, the cuffs draw tight around your wrists, pinning them to the sides of his hips. Second...

*Snap!*

... the sides of the boxes hinge together, trapping your legs in inescapable satin prisons.

And third, HOLY FUCK YOU FEEL HIS HANDS A THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD!!

You scream as loud as you can, but only "Auughmmmph!" comes out. You struggle like crazy to escape.

What have I done? What have I done?

Visions of your **** by crushing in the machine floating through your head as you panic. And then it gets worse. His hands tighten their grip and he starts to slowly piston his hard fuck rod in and out of your mouth.

"Mnnmnphmnphmnph!" you blubber, as something viscous, salty and vaguely medicinal spurts from the tip and into your mouth. As this happens, he pulls your head in tight.

You can feel his warm, silky member, the veins, the head, twitching in your mouth. Pumping the fluid into you.

It's either swallow or drown... so you swallow, grimacing as the mixture oozes down your throat. You work your throat, trying to swallow and clear it.

What is this? You wonder. What is it feeding me? What sperm-like concoction has Jack Hewitt invented to ****-feed his unwilling trapped sex victims?

His hands are shifting around, searching for something. After a second, you feel his thumbs run lightly over your ears. You try to pull away, but his hands hold you firmly and there's nowhere to go.

Gently, he inserts his thumbs into your ears, pressing firmly.

This is it, you think. This is where he kills me!!

But no, it's not painful, just weird. You feel violated in the strangest way. Completely trapped, his hand holding your head. There is absolutely no way to escape now.

Tears flow down your cheeks.

Is it over now? you wonder. Can I leave?

But no, he starts moving his hips again, pistoning his manhood deep into your mouth, each thrust forcing it just a fraction deeper...

His hands tighten their grip on your head and a second spurt of fluid shoots from his cock, coating the back of your throat.

Here is what I want you to think. In your mind, repeat after me: "I love to suck cock. I love to swallow sperm. I love to feel a man use me for his pleasure."

There must be little speakers built into the thumbs, because the sound goes directly into your ears... and directly into your soul.

You look up, through watery eyes into his face. He looms over you, with all his power and confidence.

You have completely subjugated yourself to a machine.