I want to examine the second dildo.

You want to (air-quotes) "examine" a second dildo? Wasn't one enough? Now you need to examine" two?

And we both know what you mean by (air-quotes) "examine", don't we?

You shake these annoying and intimate thoughts out of your head. This is just about finding your way out of this room! you tell yourself. It's not about fondling rubber imitations of male genitalia!

"I'm only doing it because I have to," you think. "You know, because it's required to get out of here."

Oh, sure. Keep telling yourself that.

Kneel before me.

Says the mannequin, rather unnecessarily, in it's sexy male voice. You hate to admit it, but it is starting to get to you.

The second dildo is exactly the same as the first, rubber, dark-grey and anatomically correct.

"And it feels good in my hand..." the thought runs through your head.

"Stop that!" you say, out-loud.

Feeling a little... exited?

Says the house computer. It's back to the dominant-sounding female, girl-next-door voice.

"What? No!" you shout.

Paul, I can read your body temperature, heart rate, perspiration rate and mental activity. I can tell when you're excited.

"I'm not excited," you shout. "I'm just freaked out by being trapped in a room with no way to escape!!"

Suit yourself. but we both know the truth, don't we?

"Fuck you," you mutter, under your breath.

All in good time.

says the snarky house computer.

You return to examining the second dildo. It feels and behaves just like the first one. Except that when you pull on it ("you're pulling on an artificial male penis," says the thoughts in your head, "a nice *hard* artificial male penis)...

Anyway, when you pull on it, nothing happens.

By the way, your resistance is now {resistance} ounces. Just thought you should know.