Thanks to my favorite new Subject for this prompt…
You know who you are.
This one kept me up till 4am…
Story continuation of:
( [M4F] Persuasion, Control, Repressed Desires – Test Subjects Wanted – Consultation)
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“Subject, can you hear me?”
You are laying down on your back on some sort of raised bed, hands at your sides. The room is pitch black.
Wait… you blink rapidly… there are no shades of grey, no little burst of light appearing behind closed eyelids.
A sense of fear sets in.
You are completely blind.
“Professor?!” You cry out weakly.
You feel disoriented, time feels mixed up as you attempt to backtrack your memories.
“It’s alright little one.” I say gently. “Just a small mishap during the mind sync process. But not to worry, your sight will be restored soon.
However… it is imperative that we run through a few diagnostics tests first…
It’s currently unknown if any other parts of you may have been compromised…”
Compromised? You try to move but are unable to. You can feel at least… there’s a slight draft of cool air coming from somewhere…
Panicked, your heart begins to race.
“Subject, please relax.” I say as I place a warm, firm hand onto your chest.
As a calming sensation washes over you, my sleeve grazes your left nipple, tickling it to attention.
You realize that you are completely nude.
I see the tension play across your face.
“Everything is going to be ok Subject, I promise. The body lock is just a temporary safety measure while we proceed with isolated area tests.”
Perhaps it’s my calming words, my deep soothing voice, my warm hand on your chest… whatever it is… you give in.
“That’s a good girl.” I say as I watch the anxiety leave your sparkling green eyes.
I sweep back a curl of your soft brown hair that had fallen across your lightly freckled nose and cheek.
“Can you smile for me Subject?”
You smile. And it’s a good one. A big relaxed smile like you had just woken up from an amazing nap.
I watch as little shadows play across the dimples in your cheeks.
“You know Subject…” I say as I lightly touch your nose, trace your eyebrow to your ear, and then drift down the side of your neck to your collarbone. “There is something special about you…”
“You listen like such a good girl.”
“Do you like being a good girl?”
Your cheeks bounce as your eyes close and you give an almost imperceptible but noticeable nod.
“And this body you have…”
I run my warm hand from your chest, down the dip of your hourglass side to the top of your hip bone.
“Only 5ft and 115lbs… but these curves…”
I apply smooth pressure as I grip your hips on either side, my thumbs almost meeting at your navel as I slide them up slowly up to your breasts.
Your skin is silky smooth. I’m amazed by how enjoyably soft and pleasing to the touch you are.
“I don’t think I could design it better myself…”
Reaching your breasts, I massage them gently to watch how they move.
“Full and yet perky at the same time. Somewhere between a B and C cup…”
You are beaming. You can hear the affirmation in my voice and you love it.
You yearn for me to grope you. You want to feel my palms graze your nipples, my large hands drift down to your tender abdomen and tickle the tiny triangle of pubic hair. You want me to…
I take my hands off of you and move somewhere nearby.
Sighing, you bite your lip as you feel a bit of your wetness dribble down your thigh.
If you could move, nothing would keep you from playing with your throbbing clit.
“Now, let’s not leave you lying there all day shall we? Are you ready for the testing?”
“Yes please Professor.” You moan.
I smile as I turn around to watch you for a moment. Your nipples are hardened like crystals, your breath is heavy, face flushed… I can see how the increased blood flow has engorged your clit… your lips are glistening wet.
“Very good Subject.”
You can hear the shuffling of what must be me lifting something off of table and walk over to you.
“Now Subject, listen very closely. I will be disabling the body lock, and you will be able to move freely again. However you must obey my every command.
It is of EXTREME importance to avoid any damage to your brain. If you disobey, I can not guarantee that you will regain your sight.
Do you understand?”
“Yes Professor!” You cry out.
All you want to do is touch your throbbing pussy and release the uncontrollable need to cum. You are so close that it would be over in seconds.
“Now Subject, I will release you in 30 seconds, however you can not touch ANY of your erogenous zones.
The software seems to have enhanced the link between your sexual desire and your pleasure receptors. Once the body locks are released, the additional blood flow will effectively double your sensitivity to touch.
Which could lead to a catastrophic failure if you improperly handle yourself.
Therefore I will be binding you with physical restraints to help you resist the temptation.
Also, I should mention…
To avoid conflict of interest, Sexbot TM industries has been mandated to bring in an impartial third party panel to oversee this testing…
Therefore, for this entire session, there have been several PHD candidate students who have been watching via livestream…
…to ensure proper protocols are followed of course…
Now…
As the body lock is released, please slowly turn onto your stomach and get on your hands and knees.”
As the body lock releases, your body begins to shiver uncontrollably. Every sensory touch, the cold draft on your nipples, the tickling of your juices running down your leg, it’s almost too much.
“SUBJECT, DO NOT CUM. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
Biting your lip, you focus with all the fibre of your being on the pain.
Slowly, in small but quick movements, you manage to roll onto your stomach, then onto your hands and knees.
You hear me walk over to stand near your head. You hear the slow pull of a zipper.
Breath coming in short bursts, you clench your fists until your nails dig into your palms.
In this position both your pussy and asshole are exposed, and the cool air of the drafty room feels like a feather being flicked playfully across them.
“Subject, look towards me.” I command. And you comply.
Gently, I place a silky black latex mask over your head.
There are two attachments on the mask. A collar, which I clip into place around your neck. And on the back, a short chain dangles off the back like a pony tail.
I zip up the back of the mask, being careful not to snag your hair.
“Very good Subject.” I say fondly as I attach a smooth, slightly curved attachment to the chain and place it beside you.
“Now…” I grab your wrists and place soft cuffs around them. Then clip the cuffs to the collar on your neck — effectively forcing your hands to sit underneath your chin.
“This should help you resist the temptation a little bit…”
Pushing your head down softly, I guide you until your weight is resting on your forearms, hands securely tucked under your chin.
Still on your knees, your back is arched seductively, forcing your tight heart-shaped ass in the air.
“Are you ok little one?”
I pat your head as I grab a small bottle of lube and apply it generously onto the smooth curved object attached to the chain on the back of the mask.
Glancing down your back, I admire all of the twitching muscles that run down either side of your spine.
“Yes Professor.” You pant.
“That’s a good girl…”
“Now…”
Carrying the short silicone hook, I walk slowly along side of you, the chain sliding across your back.
Carefully, I position the lubed device inches from your asshole.
“Remember Subject…”
“DO NOT CUM.”
Spreading your quivering ass cheeks gently, I slip the firm nub into your tiny little hole.
“AAAAauuuuuuuuugggggggghhhh” You scream in pleasure. The release is too powerful to hold back and your head whips forward, causing the hook to tug on your poor little asshole, which causes even more pleasure.
You quiver as the orgasm shakes your entire body, the added movement of your hips adds too the breeze on your clit and you can’t control it.
“IM SORRY PROFESSOR” You scream.
And that’s when you black out.
When you awake, there are tears streaming down your face.
“SUBJECT! Are you ok?”
Blinking through the tears, you can see me hunched down, peering at you through the slits of the mask. The kind eyes behind my glasses are kind, worried.
“Yes… Professor… Hic…” Tears well up again. “Im so sorry…”
I place my hand on your back glistening with sweat and massage you gently.
“Hey now… Subject, look at me, hey it’s ok! You can see again!” I laugh warmly as I run my hands up and down the full length of your back. “It worked!”
“It… worked?”
“Yes! We needed to shock your system with an intense orgasm in order to get your sight back!”
You grin. Your adorable freckle-nosed, dimpled grin.
But something was wrong…
Something didn’t feel… right…
“I need to cum again Professor.” You gasp.
The warm sensation was building already.
It was overwhelming.
“Please fuck me NOW Professor!”
Pulling your head forward in jerking motions, you try to fuck your own ass with the silicone hook buried deep inside. Each movement isn’t enough. It’s too shallow.
“OH MY GOD PLEASE FUCK ME NOW!!!!!”
There is a pulsating deep within you. Your Gspot has gone into hyperactive mode.
“Uuunnnnggghh” You moan as you bounce your ass up and down. The moving air on your pussy providing little relief.
“HELP ME! PLEASE PROFESSOR!”
I watch in awe as your pussy’s wetness puddles at your knees.
“PROFESSOR PLEASE!!!”
“UNTIE ME OR FUCK ME NOW!”
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To be continued ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jy2n2k/subject_malfunction_the_tiny_good_girl_mf_mind