You pass out

It might be the two previous times you've been rendered **** today sapping your ability to keep up, but after the agonizing tug-of-war continues, you feel yourself growing light-headed from the pain and exertion. With what seems like far too little warning, you black out...

You find yourself tied up yet again as you awaken, your hands bond behind your back and connected to your similarly bond feet. It's very uncomfortable, but pales in comparison to the lingering ache in your balls...

After a few minutes of lying on the floor and trying in vain to get free, you remember the situation that you're in. Apparently you've lost, and Mistress Jessica has left you behind in the room, charging all of the room's fees to you.

You suspect the charges will bounce, as your credit card's monthly limit doesn't have a huge amount remaining, and the room, plus all of Mistress Jessica's luxuries are likely very expensive...

You notice your phone placed deliberately on the floor next to you, the light on it flashing to indicate that you have a message. With your awkwardly tied state, it's an arduous struggle to get the message displayed and the phone back in front of you, but you have plenty of time right now...

Once you get the message open, it doesn't take long to guess who it's from.

"Dear Rejected Seat,

It looks like my little contest was too much for you this time. I'm sure you'll be envious to know that I'm writing this while seated on your replacement. It may console you to know, however, that I was quite impressed by your performance today. So much so, that I've decided that when I get bored of my current seat in the future, I'll let you know... so you can compete again for a place under my ass. Here's a little something to make up for the predicament I've placed you in.

Mistress Jessica"

Following the text, an image is attached. It's a close up view of Mistress Jessica's ass...just the kind of view you'd have as she descended onto your face. You feel pathetic, but know you'll end up masturbating to it furiously in the future whether or not she contacts you again...

Shortly after this point however, the door opens and the long-awaited cleaning lady steps in...