Slavery by Degree
The company had told Sky to strip naked before he put himself in the machine, otherwise whatever clothes he had on would be destroyed. For his particular job, they told him it would be wise to lube up his ass first as well. The contraption was heavy, but Sky had carried it back to his parents’ apartment and placed it on his bed. He climbed nude onto the frame’s padding and strapped his ankles into stirrups before reclining flat on the synthetic mat and headrest. As he fingered himself, he tried to remember what they’d called the machine. A cage? A pen? A mew. That was it.
He hadn’t been as nervous or as turned on in a long time, and he had to take deep breaths before putting the black metal ring on the index finger of his right hand. A huge electric flash surrounded him
