Morning orgasms

Kyle sighed resignedly as MARCI’s limbs reached for him. He thought about trying to resist, but repeated experiences were teaching him the futility of that. And it *wasn’t* because some part of him was looking forward to his technological ravishing. Definitely not!

His wrists and ankles were quickly secured then, to his surprise, something was filling his mouth and a strap was fastened behind his head.

“I noticed your embarrassment at being overheard during your last stimulation session,” MARCI explained. “This should ensure any exclamations of pleasure you make are not overheard.”

Kyle struggled momentarily at this new indignity. The ball gag fit just behind his teeth and effectively muffled any sounds he might make. He realized that he would now be unable to tell MARCI to stop, but it wasn’t like his protestations had any effect before.

The triple-pronged stimulator was lowered into position and began its ****. Delicate devices stimulated his nipples and Kyle sank into a state of femininely passive arousal. Again, images of Greg began flashing on the ceiling above him but now something new impinged on his confused consciousness.

“Oh, Kylie…” groaned a voice. Kyle stiffened. It was Greg’s voice! Where..? How..!?

“You feel so good…” Kyle began struggling again trying to understand what was happening. He didn’t know but MARCI had gone another step and, using samples of Greg’s voice it had recorded over the phone, was simulating Greg’s sounds in Kyle’s ears. MARCI believed this would be an additional stimulation to her Mistress’s masturbatory fantasy. In actuality, it was having a Pavlovian affect on Kyle’s psyche. It wouldn’t take many sessions before Kyle’s body associated the sound of Greg’s voice with sexual pleasure.

Too weak to put up further resistance, Kyle allowed himself to be ravished by the machine. “Your pussy is tight around my cock,” whispered the faux-Greg. Surely it was just because he wanted to get this over with that he started bucking his hips against the phallic device, urging it deeper inside. “I can’t stop fucking you.” He mewled and moaned into the gag. “God, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” Sweat broke out all over his body as the first climax roared over him.

MARCI released Kyle after only two orgasms this morning. As he was conveyed through the cleaning station, he thought shamefully of his reactions. He’d been bucking and moaning like a girl from his sexual fantasies. But that was normal in this situation, right? No man could resist becoming slightly feminized by this situation. Once MARCI was fixed and he went back to being a boy… No! He *is* a boy! No matter what he looked like, sounded like… or acted like… right?

“I hope you have a pleasant day today, Mistress,” MARCI stated.

Kyle looked up. While he’d been locked in his own thoughts, MARCI had cleaned him thoroughly and dressed him in a girly pink and white dress that clung to his feminized frame. His feet were strapped into wedge sandals, and a dainty purse hung from his shoulder.

Yeah, he thought hopelessly to himself, definitely a boy.