Panic

Desperately you cast your eyes around the room but there's so much choice that you find you can't even come close to deciding.

"FIVE" she intones menacingly placing one foot on your straining cock and slowly increasing the pressure.

"FOUR"

You writhe beneath her blinking tears from your eyes as you try to decide

"THREE"

Something, anything, just pick something your thoughts scream but you can't

"TWO"

"ONE"

"That!" you cry out jerking your head towards a strange contraption in the corner.

SHe turns to follow your gaze, twisting her foot on your cock as she does so.

"Ooooh baby wants to start hard. Well, lets get you strapped in and see how much you like it."

Her words send a shiver down your spine.

Bending down she grabs you by the hair and drags you across to the strange contraption. As you draw nearer you see with horror what you have chosen in your panic. The thing looks like a gyno chair but with plenty of extra straps and buckles. There are also a number of tubes, suction cups, poseable arms and extra attachments. You whimper as she bodily puts you into the chair and straps you down.

Soon you are held on your back with your arms cuffed anbove you and your legs securely strapped to the spread legs of the chair.

"Now" she purrs with a malevolent look on her face "Which attachments to use first?"