The Cuck and the Chair

Epilogue

Months blurred into one endless, suffocating haze.

The automated systems kept me alive with ruthless efficiency. The feeding tube delivered its thick sludge on schedule. The incinerator toilet handled everything else. Cold water sprayed me down from the hose every few days. The TV cycled through Lexi’s carefully chosen torment, old videos of us, endless BBC porn, and new recordings of her life upstairs with Darius and the others.

I had long since stopped thrashing. My body had wasted away from the total immobility. Muscles atrophied. Joints screamed in constant pain. My mind had fractured.

Sometimes I still cried silently inside the hood. Sometimes I felt nothing at all. The line between fantasy and nightmare had dissolved completely. I had built this. I had begged for this. And now I was living it forever.

One evening the lights clicked on. Lexi stepped into the small sealed room through her secret entrance. She stood in front of the chair for a long time, just looking at me.

“There’s a secret way in,” she said softly, almost tenderly. “Only I know how to open it. If anything ever happened to me… if I got sick, or had an accident, or just decided to leave one day… you’d stay right here. No one would ever know. You’d just keep existing down here in the dark until the systems finally failed.”

She dragged out the silence, gently stroking the side of my hooded head.

Then she reached down and pressed her powerful Hitachi wand directly against my chastity cage. The vibrations hit instantly.

I came in under thirty seconds. A pathetic, ruined orgasm, just a weak dribble of cum leaking out of the cage and onto the floor beneath me. My body jerked uselessly against the straps.

Lexi laughed. A bright, genuine, delighted laugh.

“Oh my god, baby… still so quick. Even after all this time.” She kept the vibrator pressed against me for a few more seconds, watching me twitch and leak, then finally pulled it away.

She leaned in close, her lips brushing against the front of the hood.

“This was your desire, remember? This is exactly what you wanted. And I’m so incredibly happy now… happier than I’ve ever been. Darius and his friends satisfy me in ways you never could.”

She paused, smiling sweetly.

“Who knows… maybe that was your last orgasm?”

Then she straightened up.

“I’m leaving tomorrow for a cruise with Darius and one of his friends for a full week. I won’t be back to check on you until I get home. Be a good boy while I’m gone.”

She turned and walked back through the hidden entrance. The panel sealed shut behind her with a quiet, final click. The lights went out.

I was alone again.

Completely, irreversibly alone.

And as the darkness swallowed me once more, the last broken thought I could form echoed endlessly in my shattered mind:

This is what I wanted.