เข้าสู่ระบบChapter 3 - The Next PhaseHe helped me down off the bed and my legs were so shaky I had to hold his arm, and he walked me out of the sleep room and down another hallway, and stopped in front of a door with no marking on it at all and pushed it open and turned on the lights.I stopped in the doorway and stared.It was a room the size of a small gymnasium, and every inch of it was machines. Not the medical kind. There was a steel frame in the center of the floor with a padded bench and adjustable legs, and mounted to the frame was a long black machine with a silicone cock on the end of a piston arm, thick and veined. There was a chair with a suction cup mounted between the armrests, tubes running from it to a pump on the floor. There was a swing hanging from the ceiling on chains. There was a wall of shelves stacked with dildos and plugs and wands and clamps and things I didn't have names for, and a rack of leather cuffs and straps in every size, and a rolling cart of bottles and tub
Chapter 2 - The InspectionThe door opened with a soft click and closed with a softer one, and I lay perfectly still with my eyes shut and my breath slow and even and my hands flat at my sides on top of the sheet.He stopped at the side of the bed and stood there for a long moment without moving.I counted to four in, counted to four out, and my heart was going like a rabbit under my ribs and I was sure he could hear it.Then I heard him pick up the clipboard from the cart and set it down again, and then his fingers touched the electrode taped to my temple, adjusting it, pressing it down, and the gel was cold and the tape pulled at the little hairs at my hairline and I didn't flinch.He worked his way down the wires. He pressed on the sensor on my ribs and the one on my stomach and the one on my thigh, checking each one, and every touch sent a small electric ripple through me… not from the sensor, from him, his fingers on my bare skin and my nipples, which were already hard, got harde
Chapter 1 - The Volunteer for the Sleep StudyThe facility sat at the end of a long gravel drive, low and gray and windowless, and I watched it grow in the windshield of the shuttle van and told myself that this was fine, that this was just a job, that four thousand dollars for three nights of sleep was the easiest money I would ever make in my life.The driver didn't talk. The gate opened by itself. The lobby was quiet and there was a man waiting for me at the reception desk with a clipboard in his hand."Miss Sandra," he said. "I'm Dr. Voss. Thank you for volunteering. You're doing something genuinely useful for this project, and I want you to know I don't take that lightly."I opened my mouth to say something and nothing came out, so I just nodded and pressed my lips together gently."This way," he said, and turned and walked, and I followed him down a hallway that got darker and quieter the further we went.The room at the end of the hall had one bed in it.It was a narrow bed wi
Chapter 5 - The Room I was still slumped in the chair with my thighs slick and my breath ragged when he came back through the door. "Stand up," he said. My legs didn't want to work. I pushed myself up out of the chair with both hands on the arms of it and stood there swaying, and my thighs were trembling so hard I had to lock my knees to keep from going down. He walked to the table against the wall. He looked at the row of things laid out there the way you'd look at a menu. He picked up the small glass bottle of oil and set it aside. He picked up a toy… smooth and curved and turned it over in his hand and set it down again. He picked up a second one, longer, with a cord trailing from the base, and he kept that one. He picked up the cuffs and the rope and set them down in a neat pile on the floor beside the chair. Then he walked back to me. "Turn around," he said. I turned around. I faced the chair and put my hands on the high back of it and stood there with my back
Chapter 4 - The Timer I moved my hand between my legs. I was already wet. I had been wet since the moment I'd walked through the door, since the moment I'd signed the paper, since the moment I'd stood in that store and watched him step between me and the thing that was coming… and my fingers slid over myself and I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. "Eyes on me," he said. I looked up at him. He was standing against the wall with his arms crossed, watching me, and I put my fingers on my clit and started to move them, slow circles, and I kept my eyes on his face and he kept his eyes on mine. The timer ticked. It was so quiet in that room that I could hear it, the small mechanical click of the seconds going by, and I rubbed my pussy in time with it, and my breath started coming faster, and my hips started to move a little, and I felt it building low in my stomach, that familiar tightening, that pull. "Ahh," I breathed. "Don't stop," he said. I didn't stop. I rubbed f
Chapter 3 - The Agreement I called him at eight o'clock in the morning with my hands shaking so badly I had to hold the phone with both of them. It rang twice. He picked up on the third. "Maya," he said. He didn't sound surprised. He didn't sound like a man who had been waiting by the phone. He sounded like a man who had simply known. "I'm ready," I said. My voice came out thin and small and I hated it, but I said it anyway. "I'll do what you want. I'll… I want to take the deal." There was a pause on the other end. Long enough that I almost asked if he was still there. "Come over," he said. "Now. The gate will open for you." He hung up before I could say anything else. The gate opened before I reached it. I didn't see anyone. It just swung inward, slow and smooth, and I walked up the white stone path with my heart in my throat and the fountain running beside me and I knocked on the door even though it was already open. "Come in," his voice said from somewhere inside. He was
The studio was a furnace of sweat and heat. I was pressed into the corner of the room, the heavy light stand feeling like the only thing keeping me upright. My knuckles were white from gripping the pole so hard.Right now, Mr. Row was behind Princess, his body a blur of muscle. She was bent over th
I froze. My heart dropped into my stomach, then started pounding against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe. The screen was still glowing, showing the end of the scene. I looked at the darkness near the stairs, then back at Vaughan."I... I just came down to get a glass of water," I lied—a very
My slides didn’t make a sound. I moved like a ghost, my toes pressing into the cold tiles as I crept toward the basement door.This was the third time this week I had found myself creeping into this forbidden site. Every time I did it, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The h
I went upstairs, my heart hammering like a drum against my ribs. I pulled on black leggings and a long, oversized shirt, though it did little to hide the way my breath hitched. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I didn't know what I was feeling. Good? Bad? Happy? Sad? Definitely not sa







