Chapter 2

When I finally woke up, I checked my watch and it was 8 AM the next morning. But still the room was completely dark except for the illuminated mannequin. I hadn't expected to sleep so long. Was there something in the seminal discharge I had drunk the night before?

As I gradually woke up, I felt a growing discomfort: I had to urinate. What now? Just go in the corner?

Eventually I became fully awake and got out of bed. As soon as I did, the bed retracted back into the wall and the flashing light next to its handled turned off.

Wondering what to do, I walked over to the mannequin again, and looked into his eyes. I had survived his subjugation the previous night. What would be required of me today?

Curious, and a bit horny, I knelt carefully in front of the mannequin, and placed my lips around his cock, giving it a tentative suck.

Nothing happened.

I reached into the cuffs and grasped his buns.

Nothing moved. No clicks, no hands, nothing. The mannequin just stood there, staring down at me, impassive and immobile.

Eventually I gave up, disentangled myself from the mannequin and stood up. What now?

Just then I noticed that one of the doors was ajar. My heart leapt up. Was I free?

It was the wrong door. I opened it up and saw a toilet and a small shower. Well, it was certainly better than soiling my cell, I reasoned. I stepped into the bathroom and by force of habit I closed the door behind me.

|Click| It locked behind me. Of course.

||TRAINING ENGAGED|| Intoned a voice from a speaker in the ceiling. ||LEVEL 2, CLEANING||

"That's just great," I muttered to myself. I sat on the toilet and did my business. It flushed automatically.

When I opened the shower door, I stopped short. There was no water nozzle, no faucet or hot and cold controls.

Instead, there was a rack.

That's the only possible description. It was a big open square, like a huge picture frame sticking straight out from the wall. At the top were wrist cuffs. At the bottom were little shelves with ankle cuffs where I was supposed to stand-- like metal bondage flip-flops or something.

||Please stand in the frame|| The speaker in the ceiling requested.

"The hell with that!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. In frustration I slammed the shower door shut before crumpling to the floor, sobbing hysterically.

But what could I do? Locked in the bathroom with no escape.

||Please stand in the frame||

The exit door was securely locked. There was a second door in the bathroom, but it was locked too.

||Please stand in the frame||

I sat on the toilet getting used to the idea. "If the fucking house wanted to kill me," I reasoned, "it already would have." Once I had gotten used to the mannequin, it wasn't so bad. Just horribly degrading.

"And I can live with degrading," I reasoned with myself. "I can suffer whatever's necessary to get out of this hell-hole."

||Please stand in the frame||

I got up, removed my underwear, and dropped it on the floor. All of my other clothing was locked behind me in the other room. With a sigh, I opened the shower door and stepped into the shower. The frame was waiting for me.

Gingerly, I stepped up onto the foot pads at the base of the frame.

||Place the tube in your mouth||

Looking up, I noticed a tube with a strange, bulbous end hanging from the middle of the frame. I pulled it down and put it in my mouth. There were impressions in the tube that were obviously intended for my teeth. The tube was attached to a snorkel-mask which fit around my eyes.

||Grasp the handles at the top||

Just above each wrist cuff was a handle. I grasped both of the handles.

||Thank you||

|Click| - |Click| - |Click| - |Click|

Four cuffs closed over my wrists and angles. I was trapped, spread-eagle, on the frame. The foot pads slid further apart, separating my legs and exposing my penis and balls.