You wake up

You wake up feeling a huge ballgag in your mouth. You open your eyes, and you see yourself in a room. Gray walls, black and white furniture, all kept clean and in good order. You are located right next to a bed, and also in front of the holo-tv, which tells you this is going to be one of the more popular positions you are in.

You try to move your hands, but they are locked behind you in a reverse straitjacket. Tight, black in color, but also sexy. On your legs you see the extension of the black body suit, with the legs ending in seven inch tall ballet boots. You try to stand up, but your legs are locked together with clamps, running through the suit's legs. You also realize you are leashed to a D-ring on the floor, just to make sure you are truly helpless. _Great. _Looks like you are not going anywhere.

You sit there idle for an hour, then Mr. Pearson walks in wearing sun-glasses, jeans, undershirt and communique in his left ear. You realize he is a lot more athletic than you previously realized. But that ain't exactly a problem per se!

“Have to put this down, that new **** just woke up.” He walks up to you, and makes you look in his eyes grabbing your chin. “You are the problematic type?”

You shake your head.

“So you will behave,” he adds.

You nod.

“Good. Let’s put this to the test,” he says, and starts to unzip his pants.

You see an exceptionally long, but also particularly wide shaft in front of you, and your ballgag is promptly removed from your mouth. You realize this might be a challenge, even for you, but you open your mouth obediently, and start moving your head up and down the shaft to the best extent you could.

“Take the whole thing in,” he orders.

You gather your courage, and move down on it, and luckily you are able to take the entire thing in, feeling the end of the shaft down your throat. Mr. Pearson smiles “There we go,” then he pulls his shaft out almost completely, and starts rubbing the tip against the back of your face.

“Say thank you,” he orders.

“Tssank tssu, Matsser,” you say. Looks like your time with Neil and his gang also had his benefits.

“Good,” he says. “Now let’s see your rear.”

Within the iteration of merely a couple seconds, you are lifted up from the ground and placed on the bed, with the end of your leash being the sole determiner. The zipper is pushed down between your legs, and the man inserts his penis, all the way in of course.

“AAAHHHH!!!” you say, only to find the ballgag locked back in your mouth.

Mr. Pearson continues to fuck you like this for about a minute, then he gets bored, and puts his shaft inside your asshole.

“MMMMMM!!!!!” Which just happens to be a little bit too small.

“Alright, we will need some time with this,” he says, and proceeds to use your vagina. He gives you a few additional thuds, then he finally comes, sending all his semen inside you.

“Try getting out now,” he says, and delivers a good slap on your ass.

You do as he says, and start twitching your arms in the embrace of the straitjacket. But this thing proves to be just as hopeless as your previous gear was, so you stop, and just look at him.

“Can you get out?” he asks.

You shake your head.

“Will you try to escape then?” he asks.

You shake your head.

“Good,” he says. He puts you back to the ground, then he switches on the holo-tv, and opens the front door again.

“See: I even get you something to watch,” he says. Then you are left alone with your thoughts.