20 Years and Light Years Ahead [Sci-Fi] [Machine Bondage] [Edging]

Saturday's are designated as extended play days, with several protocols to follow to ensure I am prepared to be tormented by my beloved owners.

Upon wake up, my dreams from the night before still caress my mind. Friday night's dream protocol was programmed lovingly by my Master to excite my body, ease my mind into subspace, and leave me desperately horny when I wake up. I was required to sleep caged to prevent accidental orgasms while asleep.

I unplug from my sleep pod and reaccilamte to reality. My body is shaking, my mind holding onto the edging I had been subjected to all night, and yet still feeling well rested. Such a glorious machine. All the benefits of sleep and all the torments Master could wish upon me.
While my thoughts would normally be racing as I determine my tasks for the day, I am instead left with only a single thought.

"I am a good pet, I love to serve."

My first task is to clean myself up. The dream protocol may prevent physical reactions when possible, but the leaking from my cage can't be helped. I head to the bathroom, hoping my washing regimen was kind today.

The robotic shower attendant greets me.

"Good morning Pet, you are on time for cleaning. Water will be kept at comfortably warm temperature. You are permitted to adjust it to your preference. Behavior this week is rated as 98/100, washing will be performed gently. Master has approved up to 3 edges while cleaning is performed."

I let out a shaky breath. A reward and yet also another torment. He knows just how to get to me. And to make it a choice... he may have something planned. I wonder if he will look at what I choose.

I step into the shower, placing my hands on the handles on each side of the wall, my feet into the designated spaces on the floor.

"I am positioned, please begin."

Thin cuffs extend to wrap around my wrists and ankles. While I am good about not touching myself, it is important to prevent the temptation when the cage is removed. An accidental orgasm could ruin all my Master's wonderful plans.

With my limbs secured, the mechanical hands of the shower attendant reach towards my genitals. I can't help but tense as I prepare for the contact. The hand extends a finger, which retracts to reveal a key. It is inserted into the lock, turned, and the release of pressure is immediate. I feel myself grow rapidly with my overwhelming arousal. As the cage is pulled off, long strings of precum trail behind it. The cage is placed in a tray and retracted into the wall, where it will be cleaned thoroughly before returning it to my body after the shower.

The water turns on, already prewarmed to a comfortable temperature. The running water across my body is soothing, yet every drop that hits my throbbing member makes my heart race faster.

"Edging will be performed prior to washing to maximize cleanliness upon exiting the shower. Please specify how many you would like."

Up to three... I wonder if it is a test? I could be overthinking it... Regardless, a good pet would want to make use of everything Master provides.

"Three please."

"Request acknowledged, beginning edging protocol."

From the wall extended another mechanical arm, but with a milking tube rather than a hand. As it is wrapped around me, every nerve bursts with pleasure. My knees go weak, but the restraints hold me upright. The suction begins slowly, yet already I feel the building orgasm. I haven't cum since Wednesday, and with two half-hour edging sessions each day since, it doesn't take long to reach my tipping point.

The machine is far too good at detecting the exact moment to stop. It slowly retracts off of me. I look down at my erect, throbbing member, dripping precum and twitching desperately in protest of the loss of stimulation. I breathe shakily as the edge drifts away. Were it not for the restraints I'd certainly collapse. The throbbing fades slowly, but before I could catch my breath, the milking tube extends back onto me. The pumping begins, massaging the head gently while stroking my length, much slower than the first edge.

"Computer, please... what are your instructions?"

"First edge easy, second edge extended with light stimulation, third edge held for 10 minutes."

Fuck. Guess I wasn't supposed to be greedy. Or maybe I was. Regardless, I'd certainly be getting what I asked for.

The pump continued its slow stroking, as a soft brush began to spin on the head of my member. I couldn't help but shake. The warm water rushed over me and yet goosebumps pricked up across my body. The brushes, so wonderfully torturous, slowly bring me closer with their gentle caress. Without thinking, I start to thrust forward, trying to get more stimulus. A buzzer sounds as dull spikes press into the base of my cock, just enough to keep the tube securely in place, with a soft reminder that further attempts to interfere with the edging protocol would be met with greater punishment.

The brushes continued their slow, methodical strokes across my sensitive head. I could swear they were even slower and lighter now. I fought the urge to struggle, making me throb even harder, as I began to feel the edge building. The brushes brought me so close, more than was possible with other tools, and when they stopped it was excruciating. Of course, Master knew this, and certainly planned it deliberately.

I was panting in my struggles to maintain what little composure I had, yet still soft whimpers escaped my lips. There was still another, a 10 minute held edge, good god. And of course, once I spoke my answer, it was locked in. There was no getting out of it now. We determined long ago that safe word use was limited on edging, and should only be used in cases of sickness or unusual sensations. As such, simply realizing how much it was going to break my mind was not an acceptable use case.

I tried to steady my breath as I prepared for my inescapable torment. The tube extended again, this time with a spinning, textured cup that was placed over the head, with no extra rubbing along the shaft. It became clear to me this wasn't just an edge, the goal was pain, overstimulation, practically polishing my head without any release. The spinning began, and I couldn't help but moan at the intensity of the pleasure. I began involuntarily jerking my hips away from machine. The spikes pressed tighter into me, and the machine spoke.

"Further resistance will require additional restraints. Selected option is anal stimulating support bar."

The phrase itself was enough to buckle my knees, triggering the additional support implementation.
A bar extended from the ground. It was topped with a perpedicular rod with a small cone in the center. The cone was coated with small bumps across the surface. As it rose to my ass, the cone was placed directly on my sensitive hole, slightly parting it but not penetrating more than a half inch. The rod served to support my ass, preventing the backward movements I was being punished for.

The next ten minutes were a blur. Truly, if it weren't for the machine telling me otherwise, I would've thought it had been hours I was in there. My cock was left highly sensitive, throbbing, desperate. Just the way my owners liked me.

Once my torment was over, the machine handled the washing of my body while I whimpered and moaned over the treatment I had received. As the cleaning completed, the chastity cage, now clean and like new, was placed back onto me. Only once it was locked in place were my limbs released. My body felt exhausted already, and it was just the beginning of my day.

Thankfully, I would not receive any more torment for a few hours, giving me time to calm down and tend to my other needs.

~To Be Continued

__Note to those interested in reading more of my work:__
I am working on the next part of Intimacy Testing Facility.
This story has 5 parts completed already, but some later parts will need to be in the guro erotica sub. I will specify at the end if the next part will be there, but I will try to make the story flow without those parts as I know it isn't everyone's cup of tea.