She starts by securing the straps on my wrists, binding them snugly to the plush red armchair. Then my ankles, each one to a leg of the chair, spreading my legs ever so slightly. Then, the collar, holding my neck back and upright.
“Last chance to back out, honey.” She holds up the pristine white VR helmet we spent last weekend homebrewing.
“Lay it on me.”
The helmet enveloping my head is soft, comforting, like a weighted blanket for my mind. I feel her soft lips meet mine, the stubble of my beard brushing between us.
“Thanks for doing this,” I tell her. “I love you.”
“I know.” She secures the gag into my mouth. “And you’ll love me even more in a few hours.”
The spiral stirs to life before my eyes, and my cock stirs with it. Her hot breath trails down my bare chest until I can feel her face an inch from my crotch. Delicate fingers trace the bottom of my sack.
“Now settle in,” she says, giving my tip a momentary kiss. “This might take a while.”