My Story continues down the rabbit hole.
From part 2. Hello, I'm John, had I had broken trust and trespassed on Dede's property. Dede had strapped me in the suit, letting it manipulate my body and mind. I was left alone with whatever was about to happen.
For what I assume was a couple of hours, this machine and suit violated me. It drained my cock of all its cum and shot it back into my throat. This device abused my hole, heightening orgasms to the point I passed out.
The next thing I remember is my hands being unstrapped and the hood being removed. I saw Dede helping me out of the suit and over to the couch in the big room. She handed me a big jug of water. I drank it down as though I had been in the desert. She locked the door and turned towards me.
She said, "You will forget about the room, never entering again."
A moment of silence before I was about to speak.
Dede cut me off, "It was a bad dream, and we won't talk about it ever."
I noticed the clock on the wall; it read two forty-five. Well, that's late, but it was less time. I stood, a little unsteady but still on my own. Walking up the stairs, I noticed it was bright. It was daytime, which meant the afternoon, not morning.
"Dede, what day is it?" I asked.
She looked at me, closing the door.
"Your parents will be home in a couple of days. Go home, rest, and see me before they come home," She replied.
I walked home, entering the front door. I stopped and saw two bottles of juice on our counter. I went to my room and fell onto my bed. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I woke up once, and it was the middle of the night. I got undressed and stepped in the shower. I found I had a hard-on and thought it a good time to jerk off. It was awhile I had been stroking and was unable to cum. Too tired to fight it, back to bed.
It had been a slow few days. I hung around the house mostly, movies and music filling the time. I knew it was time to head over to Dede's place. I got dressed and then walked over. She opened the door just before my knock. I walked into the house, and we proceeded down the stairs. I sat while she stood and spoke to me about my work. My eyes kept drifting to the door. Dede caught me staring.
"I told you to forget it. You are way out of your league in there," Dede yelled at me.
She was right to a point. It was far above what I could understand, and it scared me. The room also had another effect on me. I wanted it; I wanted more of whatever it was doing to me. I had been trying to jerk off. I was unable to orgasm since that machine.
Dede got mad at my lack of attention. She barked at me, " You want to know what you just did?'
I replied, "Yes, tell me what that was; what is that machine?"
She opened the locked door and stepped in. She worked for a large tech company in Japan for many years. She had become a favorite assistant to the President of the company. One day, while working, she walked in on her boss wearing the mask. He had to come clean and explain his interests in sensory sexual deprivation. It so happens that he has his company working on very sophisticated sexual devices.
She then was paid large bonuses to help him with his kink. She began to learn skills that she hadn't. Also, her character changed and became dominant and forceful. When she decided to head back home for her parents, he sent a gift back with her: the table. The company also made a pheromone spray that triggers sex centers in the brain.
The juice is also a mix of fruit and derivatives that trigger the male body. A liquid Viagra is the closest example. She told me she also was including cum to increase its reaction in men. I guess I can vouch for that.
I slowly moved my way into the room while we talked. She seemed to have a change in her demeanor. I started to look at her differently. She also told me it was as much for her as it was for him during the sessions. She seemed to be a little down and lost.
"Dede, is everything alright? Can I help you?" I asked.
She told me she had recently become involved with her old High school boyfriend. However, what he forgot to mention was he was married. I could see she was a little sad discussing it with me. She just needed to ignore him and move on. I know it was easier said than done.
"Look, he is an asshole, and you can find a better person," I told her.
She smiled momentarily and saw I had my hand on the suit. The stern look in her eye returned. She slapped my hand off the case and smirked at me. She thought men were little pets to be cared for and played with when the time fit the mood.
"Now, let's talk about our little problem here," she said.
Other than my complete disregard for her rules, I didn't think it was a big deal.
She looked at me and said, "You need to be punished."
My heart raced, and my thoughts of my parents didn't sit well. Dede made mention of telling my parents I trespassed and was caught. She said she would still pay me, but the punishment was separate. Then she had a question for me.
She asked, "What are you thinking right now? What do you want?"
I told her I was sorry and didn't tell my parents what happened. I didn't want her to upset them. I was rambling many different things from my mouth. I couldn't keep two sentences together. When she stood and stepped between me and the table. I had, without knowing, started touching the suit. I was rubbing the inside of it,