An Exquisite Experiment

by Sappharia Mayer

  “Open the second drawer and remove a box of gloves, the clear water-based lubricant, and the small butt plug in the drawer.”

  “Another one, but…”

  Across the room the button once again glowed, and I grabbed the small butt plug. When I stepped back from the closet, the doors closed, followed by an audible click.

  “Return to the couch and place all of your supplies on the table behind the couch, including the butt plug which was left for you earlier.”

  My heart raced as I moved back across the room and complied with the anonymous instructions.

  “Now, place your knees on the couch and push your ass toward the coffee table.”

  With little hesitation I complied, as a visible tremble raced through my muscles.

  “Put on a pair of gloves and apply a liberal amount of lube to them.”

  I slipped my hands into the tight, black nitryl gloves and popped the top on the lube. The substance quickly coated my hands, and I placed the bottle back on the table as the lube dripped down its sides.

  “Take a deep breath with me. In… and out. I want you to relax. In… and out. Take your left hand and let it play with your cunt. Feel the glide of the glove across your skin. Let your finger graze across your vaginal lips, but do not penetrate yourself. Do you understand?”

  “I understand,” I replied and let my hand fall between my legs.

  “That’s it. Play with yourself. Enjoy the pleasure of the touch.”

  With each word, I became braver and explored my body until the pleasure flooded across every nerve ending.

  “Do not cum, two six eight,” the voiced demanded and cut through the haze of pleasure. “Reach back with your other hand and press it against the opening of your ass.”

  “I can’t,” I said with a shake of my head.

  “It wasn’t a request, two six eight.”

  I took a deep breath and forced my hand to comply. The pressure set off a wave of confusing sensation. Pleasure mixed with trepidation to form a curiosity until my finger unexpectedly breached the opening. My muscles gripped my finger, and I groaned at the foreign feeling.

  “That’s right, two six eight. Fuck your ass with that finger.”

  Without hesitation, I pushed my finger deeper into my ass and pulled it back out again. Each new movement set off an explosion of sensations until I writhed in a foreign pleasure I’d never experienced.

  “Press another finger into your ass, two six eight. Enjoy the pressure as you stretch to accommodate the girth while you imagine gripping a cock in the tight clutches of those muscles.”

  The words were like a hypnotic tonic, but the visual pressed against an internal wall. How could a cock fit into such a tight place? For a fleeting second, I pondered it until the room attendant cut through my thoughts.

  “Remove your hands from your body and strip off your gloves.”

  With a loud moan, I removed my fingers from my ass and pussy. Then I grabbed the gloves by the wrists and slipped them off as they inverted over my hands.

  “Put on a new pair of gloves and lubricate the plug you removed from the closet. At the bottom of the plug, I want you to press the button until it glows red.”

  “I understand,” I replied without thought and followed the instructions.

  “Now, press the plug against your ass hole until it swallows it whole. As your hand presses in, I want you to bear down and press out. Take deep breaths and relax.”

  “I don’t know if I can…” I started.

  “You’ve two choices here, move forward or stop wasting time,” the voice reminded me.

  With a slight nod, I lay my head on the back of the couch and pushed my ass out, then reached back with the plug and let the tip press against the opening. With a deep breath, I bore down, and the top part of the plug slid deeper into me.

  “Oh, God!” I cried out as the pressure increased.

  “That’s it. Fuck your ass with the plug. Let it slide deeper into you with each pass.”

  I pressed the plug deeper into my body, and then pulled it back until it was a constant rhythm. My hips pushed back as my body demanded more. Each cycle pushed the plug until the widest part forced my ass open, and a sliver of pain raced along my body. The mix with the pleasure was the right ingredient, and my hand shoved the plug home.

  “Oh, my God.”

  “That’s it. How do you feel?” the voice asked.

  “Full. So full. It’s… I don’t know.”

  “You love it.”

  “Yes… so much.”

  “Good. Now pull the plug out, and when only the tip remains, press it back in.”

  I grabbed the base with my gloved hand and pulled back on the plug. At first it resisted, then it moved. This time, the flare forced pressure from the other side. I groaned against the movement, then pushed my muscles to release it. The plug came out with a pop. When only the tip remained, I pushed it back home.

  “Beautiful.”

  I preened under the praise and repeated the action. With each release, my body begged for the plug to return until it moved in and out of my ass in a steady rhythm.

  “Stop.”

  My hand shook as I forced the movement to stop.

  “Tell me what you want to do, two six eight.”

  I shook my head.

  “Then we can stop now.”

  “No. Please. It feels so…”

  “Good?”

  “Yes!”

  “Then tell me what you want.”

  “I want it inside me.”

  “Just inside you?”

  “No. I want it to move.”

  “You want to fuck your ass for me with the plug?”

  I nodded.

  “Say it.”

  I shook my head.

  “Say it, two six eight."

  “I want to fuck my ass with the plug!” I cried out.

  “Then fuck your ass until I tell you to stop.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  The room melted away as my entire focus was absorbed with unexpected pleasure as I fucked my ass. I moaned as the plug demanded entrance and groaned each time it left until it was all I knew.

  “Push the plug home and remove your gloves. Then place your hands on the back of the couch,” the voice demanded.

  “Please,” I said with a whimper as I pushed the plug into my ass and followed the instructions.

  As soon as my bare hands touched the back of the couch, the plug in my ass vibrated, and I fell forward. The muscles clenched and released around the plug as if begging for more.

  “Pick up the other plug and fuck your pussy. Take yourself right to the edge of orgasm, but don’t cum.”

  “I understand,” I said, already in motion to fuck myself.

  “Lie on your back, legs spread. I want to watch you get yourself off.”

  Without hesitation, I adjusted my body until my legs splayed wide as I worked the other plug into my pussy. The tips of each toy rubbed against the interior wall and set off a new wave of sensation as I fucked myself for the pleasure of the anonymous voice which filled the room.

  “That’s it, two six eight.”

  As soon as the comment was complete, the vibration in my ass turned into a hard thump. If I didn’t know it was a plug, I would have sworn something was fucking my ass.

  “Yes, that. Please… don’t…” I gasped.

  “Stop. Like this?”

  The vibration died, and I screamed in frustration as my hand stopped penetrating my pussy.

  “I didn’t tell you to stop, two six eight. Fuck your soaking wet pussy for me. Maybe I should invite more people to watch your performance.”

  I shook my head, but my pussy spasmed in response, sending a wave of pleasure which came out as a moan.

  “Yes. I knew you were a performer. Imagine how amazing you’d look under a spotlight, fucking your holes as hundreds of people watched you masturbate. Or maybe you’d want to be fucked hard in the name of art.”

  I pistoned t
he plug in and out of my pussy, trying to find the right angle to end the edge of this pleasurable agony. My orgasm sat right out of reach, but the images the voice spoke pushed me closer.

  “Stop moving your hand.”

  My hand complied, and the orgasmic wave faded as the vibration in my ass once again demanded my attention.

  “You want to cum. I can see it in your body. Now your ass craves to be fucked. Are you listening to me, two six eight?”

  “Yes,” I said with a breathless pant.

  “Then make yourself cum for all these people watching you. Show them how much you crave the plug in your ass and the one in your soaked cunt.”

  “I understand,” I said as my hand moved and the plug in my ass vibrated with more urgency.

  “That’s it, two six eight. You are gorgeous like this,” the voice praised.

  My fingers worked over my clit as the plug pushed deeper into my pussy. The orgasm shot through me with unexpected ferocity as I screamed out my pleasure. Every muscle in my body clenched and released.

  “Do not stop. Cum for me again.”

  “I can’t…” I screamed.

  “You can, and you will.”

  The words forced a new fire into the fading orgasm as my hands did its bidding. The orgasm exploded through every nerve ending until my body shuddered. Pleasure flooded my system until the world went black.

  Chapter Eighteen

  “Time for dinner, two six eight,” a voice called in the fog. “Get up. Let’s go.”

  Its insistence penetrated my brain until I forced my eyes open. The smell of steak and butter filled the room. My stomach growled its own demands.

  The muscles in my ass clenched, and I realized the plug was gone. I shook my head to clear the mental haze only to realize I was in my bed.

  “I’m up,” I mumbled as I tossed back the covers and threw my legs across the edge of the bed.

  “You’ve got ten minutes to be in position for dinner,” the room attendant informed.

  “There’s no clock. How do I know when ten minutes is done?” I shot back but far more softly than I would have done in previous conversations.

  “You’re a slow learner, two six eight. I’d had higher hopes for you.”

  My shoulders sagged at the admonishment, while my mind raced to find a solution.

  “Could you put a countdown timer on the main screen, please?”

  “With pleasure,” the voice said with a hint of satisfaction.

  Across the room, a large-numbered countdown timer displayed an eight and thirty seconds.

  “I thought you said ten minutes?”

  “I did, but you argued your time away. I suggest you get moving.”

  My languid limbs refused to move except under demanded duress as I reached for my cane.

  “You don’t need that to get across the room. Leave it.”

  The ache in my foot argued, but my stomach rumbled, and I looked at the distance. Pushing off the bed, I stood on unsteady legs and moved toward the sink in the room. As I approached, I glanced in the mirror and barely recognized the naked form looking back at me. There was a change I couldn’t put my finger on, but every muscle felt more relaxed than I’d experienced in some time.

  “Five minutes, two six eight. Don’t disappointment me,” the voice commented.

  I nodded and turned on the water and washed my hands, then splashed my face to force my brain to engage. With a couple quick swipes of the brush I’d grabbed, I threw my hair up in a top knot and secured it with a band and pins.

  Satisfied with my basic appearance, I walked to the closet and grabbed the handle, but the door refused to budge.

  “Please unlock the closet,” I said to the room.

  “I’m sorry, but we locked your closet as a consequence of not following the earlier request to strip.”

  “But I need clothes!”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’ll get cold.”

  “Is the room not warm enough now?”

  “It is, but I mean, later.”

  “Then I’ll ensure a throw blanket is provided and that the room be maintained at a temperature which you find comfortable. As a note, there are two minutes left on the timer.”

  I slammed my fists on the closet door and leaned against it. With a deep sigh, I pushed off and made my way to the kneeling chair. The pressure plates unlocked the domes on the coffee table as the counter reached zero.

  “Cutting that one close,” the room attendant quipped.

  “I enjoy living on the edge,” I volleyed.

  “Well, I know that’s true about orgasms. I’ll make a note in your file for future interactions.”

  “No! I was joking.”

  “Enjoy your dinner, two six eight.”

  “Don’t leave me,” I called out to the room, but there was no answer as the coffee table moved in front of me to reveal a prime rib dinner. My body refused to allow my thoughts to dominate my actions past that point as the first bite crossed my lips.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Like a well satiated cat, I curled up on the couch and pulled the micro fleece throw around my body as the attendant removed the remnants of my dinner. The sensation as it ran across my skin made me almost purr in sensual delight as I leaned my head back against the arm of the couch and closed my eyes. Darkness engulfed me, and my entire body relaxed on the exhale.

  “Good evening, Lexus.” Dr. McNally’s voice filled the room.

  I opened my eyes, expecting him to be on the main screen, but I was startled to see him in the chair across from me.

  “How the hell do you do that?” I exclaimed as I scrambled to sit up while keeping the throw around my form.

  “Are you cold, Lexus?”

  I shook my head and was immediately met with a raised eyebrow.

  “No, Sir.”

  “Good, because your room is quite warm,” he said as he removed his tie and undid the top button of his shirt. “So if you aren’t cold, then why are you wrapped up in the throw?”

  “I like the pressure,” I replied and prepared for the command to remove it.

  “Why?” he asked as he relaxed once again in the chair.

  “It makes me feel safe. There’s something calming about the restrictive nature of compression garments and certain types of restriction. Almost like a thin veil of armor with the payment of a more limited range of motion or the force necessary to take a deeper breath. Or maybe it’s because it is like being hugged and comforted.”

  “Tell me about your day.”

  I scowled. “You know about my day. There are cameras everywhere, and I’m sure the room attendant records everything,” I said as I rolled my eyes.

  “Contrary to your obvious belief, you aren’t my only subject. Once you hesitated to follow my request, I moved on to my other responsibilities. The report from the room attendant was that you chose full compliance on inserting the butt plug and followed the procedures readily.”

  My body froze as scenes from the day flashed across my mind. From the glowing red button to begging to fuck myself.

  “You’re blushing. It must have been quite the day,” he commented.

  “Today I learned the paths I walk are determined by my own decisions, whether it be compliance, non-compliance, or hesitation. While some paths are easy, they will not always be the path I choose. And I don’t think there’s a wrong path, but not all paths seem to be compatible with this experiment.”

  “My, my. You did have a busy day. It looks like the room attendant may have a good handle on the situation in here. Based on this development, the next five days will be under the attendant’s direction. While I will get a daily report, I will be busy in other areas of the experiment.”

  “So I’m to be an animal in a cage?”

  “Does this feel like a cage, Lexus?”

  I nodded without thought.

  “What would provide you a different point of view?”

  “I miss being able to move about. These four
walls will get monotonous.”

  “Noted. I’m sure a solution will be presented.”

  “Thank you.”

  Dr. McNally smiled at me. “We’re not here to make you miserable, Lexus. However, I would like to see what you learned today and if we’ve made progress from our earlier interactions. Please drop the blanket and stand. I’d like you to interlock your fingers and place your hands behind your neck, place your feet in second position, and keep your eyes on the green dot across the room.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I responded as I placed the throw across the back of the couch and glanced up to see a green dot appear against the wall above the bathroom door frame.

  In a fluid motion, I rose and fell into second position. The tendons in my ankle struck a chord of pain but subsided into a dull ache as quickly as it started. I placed my hands in the position he described and lifted my chin to stare at the green dot.

  Fear and trepidation laced with excitement. The vulnerability of my nudity mixed with the discipline of the familiar dance positioning in a way that coursed through me.

  “Beautiful,” he said as he rose from his chair.

  Chapter Twenty

  “May I touch your body, Lexus?” he asked as he walked toward me. I glanced at his face only to be met with a frown, and I diverted my eyes back to the dot on the wall.

  “Yes, Sir. You may touch me.”

  “If I penetrated your ass with my fingers, do you have any objections? Or if I do the same to your pussy?”

  My even breath turned to pants, and I shook my head.

  “I do not object, Sir.”

  “And if I want to run my hand sensually down your body until my fingers engulfed your nipples and pinched them in a variety of ways, would you object?”

  “No, Sir,” I replied as a rushed breath caused my voice to quiver.

  “What if I placed you in the position on stage in front of hundreds and touched you in the ways I’ve described? Would you object, Lexus? Or would part of you revel in the performance?” he said against my ear.