Ignore Elana and leave

You sprint toward the elevator, now 30 meters and closing. But the doors open before you get there. Three guards, surprised at the sight of you rushing towards them , exit the elevator and start running to meet you, stun guns at the ready.

“Sleep!” they yell, almost in unison.

You’ve come too far now. You maintain speed and plow into the guard on the left, sending her flying. It’s not without cost as another is able to stun you. The jolt hits you after two steps and you trip. You’re staggered but not done; it will take a lot more than that to take down your hulking mass. When the second guard comes up to stun you again, you push off the floor and propel into her, knocking her off her feet. You now hear Kim shouting from down the corridor – the other group has caught up.

The third guard moves in but you block her stungun with your hand, sending a jolt of ice up your arm. You shove her hard back over top of the second guard, still recovering on the floor. There’s nothing between you and the elevator now. You rush into the doors and hit the first button you see. The doors close and you begin to ascend. You put on the robe you swiped, knowing that a big naked dude isn’t socially acceptable in most places and you don’t know what you’ll find when the doors open.

When it does, you find you’re in a luxurious parlor room. It appears empty but you step out cautiously. You weave your way between comfy couches and stately chairs through one room and the next until you see some sort of front desk with a sleepy-eyed girl staring at her phone. She barely notices you as you run past and swing open another door to find you’re in a hotel lobby. You get a few looks from some of the guests but keep moving and head towards the exit and out on the street.

“Freeze,” you hear someone shout. “Let me see your hands!”

Of course it’s the cops. You’re a large black man who just ran through a hotel in nothing but a robe. But you’re also happy they found you. They need to know what’s going on.

You comply with the cop’s orders but he still finds a few ways to rough you up as he throws you into his squad car.

When you get to the station you tell the officers everything. They dismiss you but seeing that you can’t identify yourself they’re duty bound to call in a professional. A psychologist arrives and recommends that you be institutionalized to treat your amnesia.

“Great,” you think, “Into another facility.”

As the days go by, you find it increasingly difficult to not think about sex and remain focused on not having an orgasm. You know if you do, you’ll be right back to a world of enslavement.

You tell the psychologist about your predicament. She’s been visiting you daily to take notes. She’s a confident woman with short blonde hair, big blue eyes and a wide full smile. Rather than being stern and professional, she treats you with warmth and patience, even playfulness at times. She certainly doesn’t believe you though and in addition to amnesia, has diagnosed you as orgasm-phobic. She even suggests forcing an orgasm as a form of shock therapy.

When you reject that idea, she proposes another solution.

“I’ve been talking to a colleague about your predicament,” she tells you. “She thinks that if you want to avoid an orgasm that’s your choice and she taught me ways I could even help.”

“Your colleague is a therapist?” you ask.

“She’s adjacent,” your shrink says. “Let’s just say that she has clients who pay her money not to orgasm. Are you familiar with chastity training?”

“How is that any different than where I was before?” you react angrily. “I didn’t escape to just become someone else’s mistress!”

“Of course,” she replies. “But it could be different this time. You can stop anytime you want. If it doesn’t reduce your urges, you can quit.”

“I suppose you’ve already got some power-hungry dom all lined up? Your friend maybe? How could I even trust her” you ask.

“What if it was me?” she says. You immediately start getting aroused. You’ve noticed how pretty she was during your conversations and she probably even caught you staring at her breasts a few times. “Here I brought you something.”

She pulls out a cock cage and hands it to you.

“Don’t decide now. I’ll come back tomorrow and we can talk about it more or just get started.”

You contemplate it and ultimately conclude that it’s fairly risk free. Before you go to sleep for the night, you put your cock in its cage and lock it. You decide you’ll give her the key tomorrow.

The next couple months are tough. Your psychologist is a good enough mistress and actually quite good at her training, but you find you’re deeply attracted to her and each session just turns you on more. You’re also now afraid of sleep, fearing a wet dream could send you back. Constantly horny and sleep deprived, you eventually decide you’ve had enough.

“I can’t go on like this,” you tell her the next day. “I don’t have control of my mind, I don’t have control of my body. But at least in the facility they let me orgasm.”

“What do you want to do?” she asks.

“I need to cum,” you say. You’ve accepted your fate. You were meant to be a ****. Your one freedom is choosing where and how.

“Are you sure?”she asks. You catch a hint of pleasure in her face. After all, this is what she wanted from the start, for you to orgasm so she could show you that it was all a delusion.

You nod. She takes off your cage.

“Look into my eyes and I’ll count you down,” she says. She knows that’s all it will take at this point.

You look into her bright blue eyes and your cock springs upwards and begins throbbing.

“Three,” she says. She leans forward and unbuttons her blouse to expose a bit of her bra. Your cock starts throbbing as you feel your arousal spread deep inside you. You’ll miss your time with her, you think.

“Twooooo,” she draws the count out, giving you one last chance to pull back. It only heightens your anticipation.

“One,” she says and snaps her fingers. “Good pet, explode for your mistresses.”

An enormous orgasm rips through your body, almost violently. You see the first squirt shoot out so fast that it catches her on her lips. She flicks her tongue out to taste it and smiles. That’s the last thing you see before all goes dark.

You open your eyes and see a screen with a bright spiral in front of you. It’s pulling you in but you can see that you’re back in the facility. You let out a long satisfying exhale and sink into it. You’re done fighting. Your brain is too tired. Your body is too tired. You submit to the facility.

The End.

You fought the good fight but the battle was just too long. You're not naturally submissive but could make for a fine pet if your will is completely broken.