She wakes up to an alarm

The night was restless for many reasons: the ****, the **** blowjob, her new reality, and the latex. When Maisie finally opened her eyes, it was to a gentle alarm that came from the same unseen speakers from last night. She tried to ignore them as best she could. In her most **** hopes, she imagined that sleeping again would mean waking up to realize all of this was just a terrible nightmare. But the alarm kept coming, not particularly loud but annoying enough to drill into her ears. Maisie clenched her teeth and used the rubber pillow to muffle her ears. It was a childish gesture, she knew that, and was pretty sure the cameras made it clear she was already awake.

"Alright, already!" yelled Maisie as she launched the pillow at the wall in frustration. She peeled off the latex sheets that were still clinging to her body and stood at the center of the room, arms crossed and looking at the camera expectantly. "So? What sort of perverted rubbish do you want me to do now?"

The response didn't come the way she expected. The large flat-screen TV came to life and it showed a series of instructions in white text:

1. Remove your sleeping clothes
2. Change into your sports attire
3. Await for further instructions

Maisie huffed but had little qualms about taking off the perverted babydoll and flinging it to a corner. She was sure the cameras was recording her in the nude, but the outfit left little to the imagination either way. As she walked back to the closet, taking a moment after her nose got hit with the pungent aroma of rubber, Maisie looked around at the collection of depravity. The drawers were labeled: dresses, nightwear, socks, leggings, shirts, and yes, sportswear, so it took her little time to find the requested items. She settled on the most conservative outfit she could find, a pink and black combo of latex yoga pants and a sports bra that left her midriff bare. There were some boy shorts in there as well, but she ignored them.

Compared to the see-through babydoll, the outfit covered her privates, but was extremely tight, especially the yoga pants that required a liberal use of lubricant to slide in, and even then, it tightly clenched against Maisie's sex. Just as she began to walk back to the TV, she glanced at a rolled up rubber mat, doubtlessly put next to the sports drawer for a reason, and took it with her. As soon as she placed the mat on the floor and sat on top of it, the screen came to life.

Where the instructions had once been, there was now a faceless avatar of a woman, who began to do several stretches. Next to the avatar was another smaller one of Maisie herself that followed her real-time movements, a score was below it to grade her performance.

Still tired and angry, Maisie questioned herself if she should follow the program or not.