Alice's Wonderland: The Choice

"So, what's it gonna be, dolly?" Alice asked, the machine still pumping the 7-inch dildo in and out of my mouth. Alice started counting, "5... 4..."

Shit. I can't have Laura find me like this! But I also want to be unlocked...

"3... 2..."

I'll go with the throatfucking... at least that would only be a few minutes longer of torture, which is better than God knows how long before the next opportunity to be unlocked...

"1..."

Panicked about running out of time, I tapped with my left hand. No, wait! That's the cage! I quickly stopped, hoping Alice hadn't seen which hand made the noise, and I started tapping with my right hand instead.

"Both?" Alice asked. "Marvelous. Such a good little doll. Remaining caged and becoming a fleshlight. Tyler would be so proud of you if he knew... Maybe I should text him about your dedication instead?" Alice laughed. "No. I wouldn't do that. It would spoil the surprise!"

Alice walked over to the machine. Click, click. The dial went up to 5. "I'm no musician, but according to the text at the dial, speed setting 5 is the equivalent of 100BPM," Alice said. "It's too bad I don't have a radio or Wi-Fi back here... I'm sure we could find the perfect music to sync up with your beautiful, wet, sucking noises."

Of course, I had to panic and make matters worse! Getting myself into more trouble and making the wrong decisions when given an option seemed to be my superpower these days... At least I would get to use my phone again. Laura is probably pissed off at me for not calling, messaging, or replying to her for so long. Still, getting to orgasm is also nice though, even if it has to be caged...

Hng, gluck, gluck. With the machine pounding away at me, my saliva kept building up. With no time to swallow it down, it coated the dildo and made me drool. I would have tried to imagine how I would shower with Alice, given that the store has no showers (Would she take me home with her? Or would she come home with me? I hadn't the slightest clue), but with the machine still doing its thing, it was simply too much for me to focus my brain into forming any coherent thoughts.

Another half hour or so went by. The floor was now a mess of chocolate syrup and saliva. Alice walked into the room, observed the scene, and said, "I guess I'll inform Tyler that it's not just your caged dick that's 'self-lubricating'!" She chuckled. "I brought my vibrator over, so I can give you that caged orgasm," Alice said, waving her vibrator around.

"Wanna know a little secret?" She asked. "I used it on myself first, and it's still a little wet, so you might end up feeling some of my juices running over your cage and skin."

The thought had me so excited, that it sent a shiver down my spine. It must've made for a funny sight, as I was still tightly bound.

"Glad to see you like that thought as much as I did," Alice said. "But what excites me even more is the next bit..."

"Hmmpf?" I tried to vocalize my confusion, as the machine was still relentlessly violating my throat.

Alice kneeled at the machine, her hand reaching for the speed dial. "Remember how you choose to go the extra mile on this thing?" Alice asked. "When I said it would be for a few minutes, what I meant was that I would keep it on that setting until I made you cum. So perhaps it's a good thing you opted to stay caged, now I can help you be done faster!" Alice said, proud of her plan.

"Now, you might ask yourself, 'why?'. Why specifically until you cum?" Alice said.  "Because cumming is a result of reaching piqued arousal. It's the most honest way to announce you loved something. And I want you to show me how much you love being relentlessly throatfucked like a fleshlight. To be reduced to nothing but a toy."

Her words were so degrading, but something in my head couldn't help but agree that that was a very hot idea.

Click, click, click. The dial went up to 8. If I had to describe this new experience, I would have said it rhymed with a rather well-known song, as it was 'harder, wetter, faster, rougher'. Luckily, thanks to the extensive preparations, I was able to keep myself from throwing up. I was, however, drooling all over the place.

Alice took her time getting back to the side of the bondage furniture. She enjoyed watching the machine forcing its way inside me, the continuous wet slapping of the dildo's base hitting my face as my throat produced a gagging sound, over and over. By the time she finally got close to my exposed cage, she took it in her hand. Fondled it. Teased it. At some point, I could even swear I felt a kiss on the cage, though it was hard to tell with everything going on.

"Now that you're all worked up, I wonder how long you'll need to cum from the simulation of my vibrator," Alice teased. "One minute? Thirty seconds?... Ten?" She chuckled. With a barely audible 'click', the vibrator turned on. Its vibrations were shortly thereafter resonating against my cage.

Feeling stimulation from more than just one spot... both mentally and physically. The experience was something else entirely. Alice had no problem edging me mentally, purely through her words. And physically... The dildo abusing my mouth made me feel like a fleshlight, like a toy. A toy that was meant to be used, not cared for. And then there was also the cage shaking with the vibrations of Alice's vibrator. It did not feel as good as jerking myself off, but it certainly didn't feel bad either. It was a strange kind of pleasure. A pleasure that I could not control, no matter how much I wanted to. I couldn't speed anything up or down. The arrival of my orgasm was no longer up to me. A concept that still felt very foreign to me.

Suddenly, I felt Alice's hand cupping my testicles. "Do you like it when I do this?" Alice asked, as she softly squeezed and played with them. Her actions made me want to moan, but it was suppressed by the dildo and its assault on my throat. The only noise I could produce was a repeated gagging noise.

Alice slowly started tightening her grip, specifically around my left testicle. She squeezed harder and asked, "How would you feel if we made one of these go 'pop'?" Her voice sounded sadistic, evil, and mischievous. "After all, you only 'need' one..." she continued. Her grip began hurting me more and more. "Do you even need one at all?" Alice was no longer playfully teasing. It was like she was suddenly possessed and dead set on castrating me by clenching her fist around my testicle. My eyes had started to water, my gagging noises were laced with screams of agony. But there was no stopping it.

As if by divine intervention, Alice released her grip. "I'm kidding," she said. "I wouldn't do that. I take far too much pleasure in making my doll clean up her messes." She got up. "Don't move," she said. "Not that you have an option." Alice walked over to a cupboard and grabbed a glass. When she got back to me, she held the glass in front of my cage. "Now, be a good doll and fill this one up for me," She cooed. "Cum for me, baby."

On command, I started spasming in my cage. Alice saw I had started climaxing and, in response, pretended to lose her balance. She fell towards the machine. Her hand, in an attempt to catch herself, landed on the speed dial and turned it to 10, the max setting.

Glark, hurk, gack. The assault on my throat went into overdrive. The sensations were so strong, that I had started to succumb to them. With my arousal piqued during my orgasm, and the machine operating at its maximum speed, my eyes rolled up into the back of my head. I lost the ability to catch my breath, and everything turned dark as I started losing consciousness.

When I finally regained consciousness, I was untied. The fucking machine and the bondage furniture were gone. The floor was clean, with no drool or chocolate syrup in sight. To my surprise, I was laying naked on a comfortable mattress. Was it all just a bad dream?

Alice entered the room. She was carrying a plate with croissants. "Here, eat up," she said. Her face and stature emanated kindness. "I did promise you breakfast. And I meant it," she continued. "Sorry for what happened back there. I truly enjoyed seeing you take that dildo, but I admit that I took it a little too far."

I was at a loss for words. After all that had happened, Alice actually seemed sincere. I guess behind all that attitude is a caring heart after all. "I-" I stammered, accepting the food. "Thank you, Alice."

"I may be extremely kinky and demanding, but aftercare is always important," Alice said. "You more than deserved it today."

I took a bite out of the croissant. It was filled with some sort of chocolate spread. I hadn't had those since I was a kid. If aftercare meant getting delicious childhood food and affection, I'd gladly suffer her kinky side any day. I took another bite. A content 'Hmm' followed as I enjoyed the delightful treat.

"I'm glad you like them," Alice said. "Much better than just some syrup, right?"

I nodded in silence. Another bite. Though this bite had a remarkable crunch to it. There was something hard, but not unbreakable, in this part of the croissant. It affected the taste too. Despite the chocolate spread, this bite was far less pleasant to my taste buds. However, not wanting to be disrespectful and spit it out, I still decided to swallow the chunk down.

Upon seeing my facial expression, Alice said, "Let me get you something to drink." She walked over to the fridge and poured a juice drink into a glass. "Here," Alice said,  handing me the glass. "Pineapple juice. It may not be the best combination with the food, but it's good for you."

Having had nothing to drink, I greedily chugged the entire glass in one go. "Thank you, Alice," I said. "I really needed that."

"I can imagine!" Alice replied. "Now, finish your plate and get dressed, so you can go home. You deserved it," she said as she petted my head.

I finished my plate and got dressed. I was rather bummed that I was barely even awake for long enough to actually enjoy my orgasm. It was a very cruel reward, and I started to wonder just how much I'd regret the shower reward...

"Oh, sweetie? Before I forget..." Alice said as I was about to leave the employees' room. "The unlock code to your phone is the shape of an 'S'... as in 'sissy sammy'." She winked at me and let out a short laugh.

"I'll see you again tomorrow... And take this!" she exclaimed as she tossed a small enema bottle. "Use this before you drop by tomorrow. Clean yourself out! We don't want any sudden accidents!" she added as her facial expression filled with disgust.

I guess I know what tomorrow's training is going to be...