He didn't want to give the public the possibility of voting to keep him locked up and on display as a sissy bondage faggot for 1600 days!! But the sit...e simply gave him an "OK" button. Frustrated, Dave finally clicked it, figuring it would probably bring up an editor. But instead, it brought up an enforcement screen. It read:Any failure to lock yourself into bondage each day will result in a number of punishment sessions being added to your sentence. Please choose how many sessions this should. It is edging me. Perhaps unknowingly, it is at the perfect speed to not allow me to cum. I moan loudly, but I am frustrated. I want it to let me cum. I want it to just take me and make me shake in my restraints. I want to squirt so hard that all of Brian’s seed leaves my pussy. But this faceless machine won’t allow me the satisfaction. Is it foolish to get angry at a machine? I think it is, but this machine is not making it easy for me to like it. The meditative state from before is long gone,. " Missionary?" Yeah. Not that one." Okay. So, what then?"Steven half sat up, messing around with the pillows behind him. Satisfied, he wrapped his arms around me, demonstrating his impressive upper body strength, and lifted me so that I was lying on top of him. I could feel his erection sandwiched between our bellies, his sparse chest hair tickling my nipples. I squeaked indignantly."Would you stop doing that? Show off."He gave me an innocent look, which quickly morphed into an impish grin. He. ” “Stop and hold!” It was easier for her this time. I make her stop and hold several time. Each ‘hold’ is longer than the one before it and she’s straining so I just allow her to void her bladder. I smile and whisper ‘good girl’ before getting up, walking out of the bathroom and back down to the kitchen. I was finishing off the bowl of cantaloupe chunks when Doc made her appearance, somewhat flustered and wearing her bathrobe. “What’s next on the agenda, Dr. Mengele?” she said, in a snide.