Another story that's a bit off the wall. Rob wakes up, essentially as a prisoner, at the Institute. They present him with a woman named Kitten as a gift, but he has no idea who she is.
Everyone in the story is over 18.
The Institute
Rob woke suddenly and jumped out of bed with an urgent need to urinate.
"What the fuck?" he said, not recognizing his surroundings.
Looking around, he saw a commode and quickly emptied his bladder. Feeling greatly relieved, he washed his hands. Looking in the mirror he noticed the blue collar around his neck. He turned it, looking for a fastener to take it off. It had some kind of what appeared to be an electronic lock. He tried but was unable to remove it.
"Weird," he said, then looked around the room
It was similar to a luxurious hotel suite except there was no separation between the bathroom and the rest of the room. It was a single room with a king bed, a sitting area, a small dining area for two, a desk with a laptop, and an enormous, big screen TV on one wall. There was a single door, but no windows.
"I need to get some clothes on and get out of here,"
he thought.
Rob searched the entire room but found none of his clothes or belongings. He pulled the sheet off the bed and draped it around him. The collar sent out a single shock which immediately dropped him to his knees.
The TV chimed and came on.
'You must remain unadorned,'
appeared on the screen.
Rob stood and angrily threw the wadded-up sheet back on the bed, then walked to the bath area and grabbed a large towel. Even before he could wrap it around himself, he was shocked again.
The TV chimed a second time.
'Completely unadorned!'
it read.
Realizing that he was being watched he glanced around the room, seeing cameras in all four corners. Almost as if his mind was being read, his own images filled the screen from each of the cameras at the same time.
"Where the fuck am I?" he yelled. There was no reply. "Screw this!," he said frustratedly and walked to the door, finding it locked from the outside. "Will somebody please tell me what the hell is going on?" he yelled.
The TV chimed again.
'Shouting is unnecessary. You will be told shortly. Please be seated at the table. Breakfast will be arriving soon.'
There really wasn't another option, so Rob sat at the table. That was when he realized for the first time that his morning wood hadn't resolved.
'Do not get up from the table when the door opens, or the collar will be activated.'
"Fine," he grunted angrily.
A moment later, the door opened, and a woman walked in pushing a serving cart. Except for a red collar and matching high heels, she was nude.
"What's going on?" he asked.
The woman didn't reply or even look up at him.
'She is unable to speak at present. Enjoy your meal. All questions will be answered shortly
.'
After serving the food, she pushed the cart over next to the door. This woman was stunning. Probably in her twenties, with blonde hair, and an amazing body. After she left the room, Rob heard the click of the lock the moment the door closed.
On the table in front of him sat a world class breakfast with his favorite foods. Rob wasted no time before digging in. Everything was perfectly prepared and delicious, but there was much more than he could eat. He finished and put his cloth napkin on the table. The door opened immediately.
The blonde woman, followed by a redhead walked into the room. Rob guessed the redhead was probably in her forties and dressed similarly to the blonde. Her collar and heels were black, and she wore nothing else.
"Thanks, that was delicious," he said.
Neither woman replied nor looked up. The blonde began clearing the table and the redhead began stripping the bed. Once the table was cleared, the blonde helped the redhead put fresh sheets on the bed and replaced the bath and hand towel Rob had used. Neither spoke as they worked and never looked up at Rob. With everything now on the cart, they left the room. Again, Rob heard the click of the lock.
The TV chimed.
'Please shower and shave.'
"Are you going to tell me when to shit too?" he asked.
'A protracted activation of your collar could accomplish that. Please shower and shave,'
the TV read.
Rob gave the TV the finger then did as he was told. His erection was still there. As he showered, he turned away from the cameras and began stroking. The quick shock from the collar told him immediately to stop.
'
Masturbation is forbidden,'
flashed on the TV.
"What if my nuts explode? Who's gonna clean that up?" he yelled, receiving no reply.
Once finished, Rob went to look at the laptop, hoping he could figure out where he was, or even better, contact the police to free him.
The boot up screen simply read 'The Institute' - nothing else. He was surprised when he saw the date. It had been two days since his last memory. There was no internet, but the computer had access to an extensive collection of books and movies. It also had literally thousands of porn videos and movies; all sorted by genre. There was even a directory labeled 'Snuff.'
"Jesus, what the fuck is this place?" he asked out loud.
The TV chirped and read, '
Move to the sitting area.'
Rob closed the laptop then walked across the room and sat on the couch. Assuming someone was coming in, her used his hands to cover his erection.
The door opened and a tall woman in a classy business suit walked in. She smiled at him.
"Welcome to the Institute. I'm Marta, your coordinator," she said in an accent he didn't recognize-German maybe?
