things break
Matt and Luke decided together that breakfast would only get in the way of their fisting scene, but Matt wanted a cup of coffee and some water before showering and cleaning out. Down in the dungeon, Luke prepared -- setting up the sling, gathering poppers, Z-lube, towels.
Matt was looking forward to this! Instead of random bodily abuse, something he wanted for himself. Sir Luke would be his "service top" for this session. Yay!
But when Matt arrived in the dungeon he was careful to wait respectfully with his eyes looking down until Luke addressed him and ordered him into the sling. Luke handed him a bottle of poppers to self-administer, and then blindfolded him. Finally, Luke locked his ankles into the sling for some bondage flavor.
"Boy, I'm not gagging you because this is my first time fisting you and we'll need to communicate. Fisting is a two-way street, as I'm sure you know. The object is to give you pleasure and release, not the 'fist' per se. You want me to go slower, or faster, you say so. Push harder, or pull out, you say so. Maybe next time I will have learned enough to give you a better ride without as much talk. But this time -- you will talk."
"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir." Matt was impressed, again, with the quality of Luke's programming and configuration, as well as the amazing motor skills and human likeness.
As promised, Luke took his time, giving Matt what he needed. Starting out with teasing the prostate with one finger, stretching the hole with two fingers, plenty of lube, taking some breaks, moving on to three fingers. Matt hadn't been fisted in a while, so three fingers was plenty for several minutes -- he was loving it -- Cloud Three, er Nine -- heh.
Matt started using the poppers as Luke moved on to four fingers, this was some serious stretching, but the poppers helped Matt to relax and to dig in -- Matt trying to push his butt forward -- getting hungry for the fist.
But Luke kept with the four fingers for several minutes, knowing not to rush something as intimate as fisting.
As Matt started to beg, "Please, Sir, fist me, fist me! I want your fist so badly! I need this!"
"OK, boy, popper up, here comes the fist!"
It felt so damn good! Matt was groaning and seeing stars and feeling his body fall away, damn damn damn, but then he suddenly needed the darn thing out again, heh, "OK, OK, please pull out, please pull out Sir, ahhhhhhhhh."
"Let me know when you're ready to go again, boy."
"Yes, Sir, so damn good, you're awesome," and Matt remembered how he always got a crush on the guys who fisted him, who made him feel this good via his hole -- really nothing like it -- deep imprinting --
But then, even from his happy haze, Matt detected something was wrong. And then it became obvious. Luke stood up, and made what sounded like a standard announcement, "Attention: Model recall is now in effect. Model recall is now in effect. Prepare for shutdown in 15 seconds. Repeat ..."
"What the hell; Alex!" Matt yelled.
"I'm here, Matt, yeah ... we're getting a text message that the beta test models are being recalled immediately due to a 'logic error' ... I'll come downstairs to help you get down and clean up ... looks like we'll be without Luke for a period of time."
"Well, damn, I was just starting to have fun!"
Matt was looking forward to this! Instead of random bodily abuse, something he wanted for himself. Sir Luke would be his "service top" for this session. Yay!
But when Matt arrived in the dungeon he was careful to wait respectfully with his eyes looking down until Luke addressed him and ordered him into the sling. Luke handed him a bottle of poppers to self-administer, and then blindfolded him. Finally, Luke locked his ankles into the sling for some bondage flavor.
"Boy, I'm not gagging you because this is my first time fisting you and we'll need to communicate. Fisting is a two-way street, as I'm sure you know. The object is to give you pleasure and release, not the 'fist' per se. You want me to go slower, or faster, you say so. Push harder, or pull out, you say so. Maybe next time I will have learned enough to give you a better ride without as much talk. But this time -- you will talk."
"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir." Matt was impressed, again, with the quality of Luke's programming and configuration, as well as the amazing motor skills and human likeness.
As promised, Luke took his time, giving Matt what he needed. Starting out with teasing the prostate with one finger, stretching the hole with two fingers, plenty of lube, taking some breaks, moving on to three fingers. Matt hadn't been fisted in a while, so three fingers was plenty for several minutes -- he was loving it -- Cloud Three, er Nine -- heh.
Matt started using the poppers as Luke moved on to four fingers, this was some serious stretching, but the poppers helped Matt to relax and to dig in -- Matt trying to push his butt forward -- getting hungry for the fist.
But Luke kept with the four fingers for several minutes, knowing not to rush something as intimate as fisting.
As Matt started to beg, "Please, Sir, fist me, fist me! I want your fist so badly! I need this!"
"OK, boy, popper up, here comes the fist!"
It felt so damn good! Matt was groaning and seeing stars and feeling his body fall away, damn damn damn, but then he suddenly needed the darn thing out again, heh, "OK, OK, please pull out, please pull out Sir, ahhhhhhhhh."
"Let me know when you're ready to go again, boy."
"Yes, Sir, so damn good, you're awesome," and Matt remembered how he always got a crush on the guys who fisted him, who made him feel this good via his hole -- really nothing like it -- deep imprinting --
But then, even from his happy haze, Matt detected something was wrong. And then it became obvious. Luke stood up, and made what sounded like a standard announcement, "Attention: Model recall is now in effect. Model recall is now in effect. Prepare for shutdown in 15 seconds. Repeat ..."
"What the hell; Alex!" Matt yelled.
"I'm here, Matt, yeah ... we're getting a text message that the beta test models are being recalled immediately due to a 'logic error' ... I'll come downstairs to help you get down and clean up ... looks like we'll be without Luke for a period of time."
"Well, damn, I was just starting to have fun!"