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Waking Up: BDSM in the Future

You wake up, hundreds of years removed from your last memory. A team of skilled doctors were unable to save you, such a long time ago. A little freezing, a little preserving, and with a promise and a prayer they stored you until one day you could return to the world to be healed by future doctors and live among future generations of man.

But as you open your eyes for the first time in hundreds of years, what have you returned to? The hum of machines. Lights and conduits and panels and bulkheads. The distant roar of what can only be massive engines pervades the air. You turn your head slowly. Streaks of white dots slide outside of a porthole window against an inky canvas of black. Stars? But where are you, and where are you going?

Meeting The Princess

Cruel, dark eyes gaze at you from a distance. A woman laughs at your confusion, your wonder, your rising anxiety. You try and find your voice, rusty from hundreds of years of disuse. "No need, pet," she whispers into your mind without even moving her lips. "I know your every thought. I know you're every question before you ask. I am in your mind. There is nothing you can hide from me."

"But where, why," you begin to stammer. "Not important," the sultry voice of her mental whispers urge you. She places a robotic silver finger against your lips. "What is important is that you belong to me. I bought you. I own you. I am your Princess. Your Goddess. I can do with you what I wish."

"But I belong to..."

"To me," she reminds you. "I control you. And if you know what's good for you, you'll do everything I say."

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Into The Machine

The click of her heels against the deck plates rings sharply in the air as she slowly circles around your naked form, taking stock of her property. "This all must be a wonder to a simpleton like you. We've come so far since your barbaric days. I live in a world without pain. Without terror, or fear, or worry of mortality, or illness, or injury. It was decided long ago to do away with these things."

She places her metallic hand to your bare chest. You are pulled to it like a nail to a magnet. Effortlessly she lifts you above her head, your feet dangling freely in the air. "Such a fragile thing. However did you last for so long?" You flail and tug at her arm to no avail. Each step she takes has a purpose. She carries you across her expansive quarters and lowers you down on your back to a bed of steel, its cool ribs biting at the skin of your back. As precise as the inner gears of a Swiss watch, metallic hinges and joints carrying wires and rods of metal pivot into action, clamping onto your arms and legs, securing you like stereo parts for shipment, holding you completely still. Tiny darts of pain shoot from your feet and palms up to your neck. Electrodes attach themselves, measuring each movement, each response, each twinge. "That's better," she coos softly. "Now just one more thing."

Becoming The Experiment

The Princess takes a black silk scarf and wraps it around your eyes, tying it tightly. You are now acutely aware of the heart pounding in your chest, the beads of sweat forming on your brow. You struggle against the cold metallic hands of the machine but each movement, each flinch binds you tighter and tighter to its unyielding surface. A wet, reassuring kiss plants itself on the side of your head. "If I were you," the soft voice in your head begins, "this would be an excellent time to start worrying."

Motors high above your head begin to spin. You can hear the sounds growing closer and closer. The sound of a drill hasn't changed in many hundreds of years. You gasp at the noise, beginning to beg. "You don't want to do this," you stammer. "Please, I urge you..."

"But this is exactly what I want. What else does a pet like you have to offer me?" The heat and whir of the spinning motors draws nearer. Her metallic hand traces a line down your neck, over your chest, fingers curl on your abdomen as you instinctively twitch. "Surely I have other things to offer," you bargain. "I could be your servant. I can do things..."

"I have servants. I have hundreds of them. I have everything between the stars I could ever want, except for possibly one thing." A glimmer of hope shines inside you for just a moment. "Which is...?" Her voice seems to whisper inside your mind, as if spoken softly into your ear. "The delicious fruit of a new sensation -- I want to know what I am missing. I want to know mortality. I want to taste your fear. To experience it for the very first time, through you, of course, pet." You expect the madly screaming bit of the first drill to touch your forehead but it doesn’t. The sound was something else, something moving the same but far more blunt, though no less dangerous. As you feel your body turned you realize how naked you are and that something is spreading your ass cheeks, something hard, opening you. Once more you begin to protest but the sound of laughter echoes inside of you, drowning out even the sound of your own voice. “Just relax! This will be fun!”