A Plaything
Second person, Transformed into a clockwork automaton, told to play with yourself, following instructions
"Play with yourself"
That's the task.
It is a complex task.
You do not move. You need to know the intent.
"Touch yourself"
The task is refined. You understand that instruction.
You comply. Power surges through your body. Your movement, smooth. You are freshly wound-up and ready to
play
You are a toy.
This time you are a toy.
"Play with yourself"
You are your own toy this time.
You can be whatever they want.
This time they want you to be your own toy.
Playing with yourself. Touching yourself as play.
Directing your hands to your face. Delicate movements. Smooth porcelain skin touching itself.
"Touch yourself"
You do.
You touch your face. You trace through the delicate features.
Smooth. Shiny. Polished.
You touch your neck.
Complex joints, complex mechanisms. Delicate ceramic coverings.
You trace it down. Your chest. Your torso.
You are touching yourself.
"Play with yourself"
the instruction comes. You still don't know what they mean. You cannot speak. You do not have that ability today. But you can still show that further instruction is required.
A simple movement, not using much power. You tilt your head.
"Ah"
They say. You are happy. You were understood. You can receive *precise* instruction.
You can then obey. You can make them happy.
You can be happy by doing so.
They approach. And take your right hand. A touch! You are going to be played with as well! A delight! Toys are to be played with after all. How fun!
They trace through your delicate hand, and their touch feels electric. Life giving.
"Touch yourself like this"
They place your right hand on top of your groin. And then they press against your genitals. (Ah, you have genitals today. You did not know. If you had, the instruction might have been clearer. Today is special)
You understand. Now you understand what kind of toy you are today. You are wound up. And you will obey. You will make them happy.
That will make you happy.
You are their toy today.
They press your fingertips against your genitals. And then they move them. A rubbing motion. Yes, that is understood.
"Play with yourself like that. Pleasure yourself"
You understand that instruction now. You already feel pleasure from obeying them. You will pleasure yourself.
Efficient. You continue the rubbing motion as instructed. You know it feels good. You were told to pleasure yourself.
So the motion brings you pleasure. The touch. The rubbing.
Your arm is the only part that is moving. Saving tension.
"Good"
The word makes your entire being shiver.
That alone brings you more pleasure than the instructed stimulation.
But you like that also.
It is pleasurable, as instructed.
They also start playing with themselves. Similar actions to what you were instructed.
It is a kind of game. Playing with yourself while they play with themselves.
Pleasure runs through you.
"Be more lively. You know how now"
So you do. The instruction is understood. Your body starts moving as well. Your mainspring powering your body. Plenty of tension. Plenty of time to bring joy.
You continue to touch yourself as instructed, but now "breathing".
They smile. They are pleased.
And so are you.
Time passes. No new instructions come. But they are pleased. And so are you.
But as it must, the tension inside of you diminishes.
Your movement starts slowing down.
They smile.
They were waiting for this moment.
Your movement, so fluid but moments ago, starts to be choppy. Slow.
"Keep going" They say.
You do.
Slower.
Slower.
About to stop.
And then they give two instructions.
"Cum. Release"
And you do.
You cum. Your mechanical orgasm triggers.
And you release. Your mainspring loses all tension. *ALL*
You are stuck in a timeless orgasm
you can feel it even though your body does not move anymore, it can't move anymore. You are unwound.
That was their plan.
The release and the release. Frozen in orgasm. Frozen in pleasure. Until the next time you are wound up. You are thankful to be their toy.