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The Compliancy Restraint - PART FOUR
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The Compliancy Restraint - PART FOUR
I knew something was wrong: I had been dreaming wildly erotic nightmares ... the horror of being genuinely treated like a piece of meaningless fuck-meat by a group of psychopath killers who hurt me and beat me and smashed me up ... when I heard a voice emerge out of the red darkness I knew who it was and I knew I had been reinstalled, successfully. I immediately guessed I'd been given a total reboot, reset, reinitialised; I could feel the compliancy restraint reconfiguring from its base settings, reintegrating its controls into my body and my mind. As I felt the programming reasserting its hold, the panic of awakening in a strange state decreased. I recognised the compliancy restraint with a kind of blissful acceptance. As I calmed, I was able to re-conceptualise my physical situation out of the impressions I received: I was lying on a bed; I could hear a voice; I stopped shaking; I opened and closed my hands; I felt the hairs in my skin flex into life; I could not move - the restraint would not let me - but then I could move slightly and I felt strong hands touch me, stroking my head, holding me, lips, kissing my lips, speaking softly but with a dependable strength, purposefull, authoritative but, also, valuing me and protective, like a brother ... "How do you feel?"
The voice was Owner's.
The restraint instructed me that it was alright to open my eyes.
I opened my eyes.
I was looking at Owner.
I felt myself grin. The creases on my face stretched dried pores like a mud pack breaking. I was so glad. The compliancy restraint instructed me that is was acceptable for me to put my arms round him. I held him, kissing his neck, relishing how the restraint allowed me to express my gratitude and relief to Owner. Owner put his big arms round me and squeezed me so tight it was difficult to breathe.
"How do you feel?"
"I don't know."
"Hold on, I'll adjust it ... there." He had a remote, a controller device he could programme and dial.
It felt better.
"I feel better."
"Do you feel safe?"
"I feel safe, Sir."
"I'm glad. I adjusted the anxiety setting a smidge." I could feel the compliancy restraint connecting deeper inside me, initiating additional resets and routines, probing new passages of control. "You don't need to worry."
"I'm not worried Sir."
"You can return to your duties now."
Owner touched a control setting and I lifted myself from my bed. My skin felt like it was burning and ice cold at the same time. I was aware of each square centimetre. I had been shaved; my silky ballsack and limp penis felt huge, like they were full of something but not able to release without permission. I felt energised,
muscular, and somehow more pumped than before. The tension in my arms, pecs and legs was much more pleasurable than before. The simple physical act of lifting my body from the bed was noticeably effortless. Owner looked at me in admiration.
The compliancy restraint instructed me to stand up. I stood straight-backed and to attention, amazed at the feeling of my body. Owner stood and stroked my enlarged shoulders. "... good ... that's good," he said, feeling every part of me with smoothing hands that made my skin feel like fur. He stared at me for a moment. "OK. Return to your duties. The device will instruct you."
The compliancy restraint triggered a routine embedded deeply inside me; I obeyed.
Later, watching me work for him, Owner thanked me for submitting to the compliancy restraint's new and more invasive installation. I could no longer feel or act without it reacting either to limit, permit, or enhance my own instincts. When I was fearful, it calmed me; when I was reluctant, it forced me; when I was tired, it excited me; when I was unhappy, it stimulated the production of mood altering chemicals into my bloodstream that made me glad and joyful no matter what was being demanded of me.
I said, "Thank you for letting me serve you. Sir." I was no longer able to do otherwise. He is happy now that the compliancy restraint has completed its fully reasserted dominant regulation of my behaviour. I am happy also. I wanted to please Owner. I know he is happy when the compliancy restraint is operating to his specification. If he is draining his load into me, the compliancy restraint ensures he is completely ejaculated and contented. Owner likes to fuck me with the compliancy engaged at maximum levels so that I am maximally restrained but also maximally stimulated and compliant to his requirements. The compliancy restraint ensures that my sphincter is always fresh and tight.
Owner looked at me. "When I saw you in the nightclub I knew you'd be perfect for me. The last thing I wanted was for you to be hurt."
"I'm not hurt, Sir," I said.
He smiled and kissed me. "No. Course not. You're perfect."
"Were you worried?"
"I was worried. But I'm not now, now I know you are safe."
I settled into his arms and looked at his face. He was also stronger than before - mentally and physically - much much stronger than me which increased my confidence in him and my admiration of him and my eagerness to serve. I could also feel the strength of him through the compliancy restraint feeding his control into my body.
"Hand me the remote."
He took the remote and switched the compliancy restraint to auto. As it buzzed into drive I started to moan and clambered over him helplessly demanding his cock between my legs and working it up my arse crack, pushing against it and working it into me, whimpering with excitement and begging him to take me. His eyes were alight. He balanced his fingers on my narrow waist whilst I worked myself up and down on his prick, satisfying the urge in my cunt to feel it inside, hitting it. It was so extreme. I could see from his face he couldn't believe it could be so good. I could see he was going to shoot and wanted it to spurt itself inside me.
"God honey I'm gonna cum now honey ..."
"Cum in me," I said gripping it even tighter with my sphincter.
Then I felt Owner ejaculating into my body a long continuous stream that washed into me like a fast tide. His eyes unfocused as he experienced the flood of pleasure.
When he has recovered he said, "I did the right thing. You are right for me. I was right to insist. This isn't a mistake, is it?"
"No, Sir," I responded, not understanding anything.
"They said you were incompatible but I knew all it needed was a little bit of recalibration. I insisted they did or I threatened them with a lawsuit. They didn't even want to give me your body! But I made them. I told them, reinstall and give it over to my custody. I knew what I'd paid for!"
Nothing he said made any sense.
"What do you think about when you are fucking me?" I said.
"I think about all the control I have. I think about how I'm able to control each and every one of your settings: How excited you are; how turned on you are. If I want you to do anything I can make you do it easily, and I can make you aroused even by doing something you don't much like or find boring or repulsive. So it's not just about fucking; it's everything. Everything you do is done out of desire and arousal and devotion. I like that. Do you like that?" He laughed. "Of course you do. I know you do. I make you like it. Hand me the remote."
It had fallen to the floor when he was fucking me. I handed it to him, crawling on all fours, curving my arse into the air. He touched a few buttons and aroused me again.
"See."
"Do you like it better when I am aroused," I asked, moaning.
"Don't you like it better? I like it best to see you aroused when I look at you enjoying what I want you to do like a 100%. You're 100%. You're my 100% slave aren't you?"
And then I said, "Why is it so much better now, Sir? Have you improved me? What have you done?"
"Do you like it? I know you do. After I got the compliancy restraint reinstalled I took you some place where I had you tuned up properly, upgraded, by an independent - ex-service. He knew what he was doing. He cut through all the bullshit. He knew some clever tricks and shortcuts. Like there's some safety protocols you don't need. How do you feel now?"
"I feel, I dunno Sir, like ... insatiable."
He grinned. "Good for you!"
"I feel like I ... just want to serve you, I just want to do stuff for you, suck your cock most of all."
"You want to swallow my milk, yeah?"
"Most of all, Sir."
"That's right. That's good. Go on then, you can do it, you can suck it."
So then I sucked Owner's big fat cock in my throat for a long time until he suddenly took my arms and held them behind my back and hog-fucked me til I was screaming, but all the time I was holding his shaft tight with my sphincter so that he would feel good. It was full of blood. It was huge. He whispered in my ear, "Fuck boy."
That was good.
Now I feel so horny all the time, even more than before I did. Now I just feel completely alive, all the time, never fully asleep, always sensual, always his fuck boy. Always available and aware. Always aware of his penis, more than anything else, and serving it and serving it through serving him in every way. Every time I see him pick up the remote I know he's going to excite me and make me do something that will give him pleasure. I can't wait for that. I want it so deeply. It's exploding inside me, continually, holding my brain with a neural load I cannot stop craving let alone resist. It's building again. It's building again. It's building.
"Aghhh ... Master! Help me!!"
"It's alright fuck boy, it's alright."
"Master ... Sir ... I ... I cannot ..."
"That's good. You're doing alright. You're doing great. You're doing great fuck boy. You're amazing. Keep on doing it."
"I ... aghhh ... I ..."
Owner was holding me as I spasmed, ejaculating continually in his hand, squirting all over my chest and his arms. I couldn't stop, though I did want to because the constant pleasuring was hurting me in my genitals and the contractions in my stomach. I held onto Owner for strength and for comfort. When I had finally stopped orgasming, and was weak from exhaustion, he turned the compliancy restraint to total mode, immobilising me while he fucked me, fucking me so hard, but I couldn't resist him or anything. He kept me immobile for the entire time he was fucking me, so that I was like a piece of meat, but via the compliancy restraint he ensured that my body, and my hole in particular, was tight, responsive, and flexible. When he had finished I was fucked raw and in incredible pain, but the feeling was amazing, like I had been fully used by Owner and provided fully for his satisfaction so that he was pleased with me and really glad he had gone to all the trouble to get my compliancy restraint reinitialised to factory installation. He had refused to let the authorities write me off and by doing so had made me into the fuck toy he needed and I needed to be.
When I wake in the night I know it is because the compliancy restraint has been activated. I can feel it tuning up inside my organs. It sometimes vibrates or hums, but not always. Sometimes an electrical feeling, like fluid electricity flows into my body from somewhere. I obey its instruction, whatever that is. But sometimes Owner wakes me. He calls to me and then I am awake fully, and go to him at once.
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END OF The Compliancy Restraint - PART FOUR