Meagyn's Girl 2 Part Two

Meagyn and Grace led the way into the living room and they sat me down in the center of the couch, each of them sitting on opposite sides of me. Meagyn turned the television on and booted up our game system, but the screen was almost impossible for me to see through the mask. The screen looked like a bright blur. I wasn't sure what they were expecting from me and just sat there waiting to see what would happen. Meagyn handed me one of the controllers and kept one for herself while Grace opened her laptop and began typing something on it. Just like the television, I was unable to see the screen.

"You're going to play a game. The suit will let you know how well you're doing," Grace told me. "Do well, and you'll be rewarded. Lose and you'll pay the price."

I had no idea how they expected me to play like this. Not only was it hard to feel the controller through the thick rubber gloves of the suit, I could barely even see a hint of detail on the television. I was about to try to figure out how to tell them about this when the visor went dark and I was suddenly seeing the viewpoint of someone sitting in a race car. I recognized the game as one of my favorite racing simulators, though I'd never seen it in VR before then. I turned my head about and saw the pit crew getting my car ready for a race. The realism was astounding.

When the car was ready, they dropped the jack and something in the suit gave me a little shake that felt possibly as though I was actually in the driver seat. I squeezed the trigger that was supposed to be the gas pedal and the car moved onto the pit lane. I pushed down on the throttle and shot off towards the exit to the track. A jolt hit me all over my body and a warning came up along the bottom of the screen reminding me to keep my speed under the limit for pit row. It was just short of painful but it wasn't something I was going t be able to ignore, either. Plus, I suspected that it would get worse with further violations, so I lowered my speed to under the limit.

Once I was clear of pit row, I moved into formation with the rest of the cars and found myself midfield in a pack of different types of racing cars. I couldn't resist turning to see the world around me and marveled at how realistic everything was. Up ahead, I could see the starting line approaching and the starting flag was put out as the cars all suddenly leapt forward at the start of the race. It wasn't my best start but I stayed with the car in front of me as we accelerated around the track.

That first lap was nothing special as I tried to get the feel of the car I was in. The thick rubber gloves took some of the feedback away from me but I adjusted quickly to the realism of being able to see so much better than when I played without the VR in place. By the time we were crossing the finish line again after the first lap, I was moving to pass the car in front of me. I stayed on the outside of the curve and forced him further inside the track and off the line. As we came out of the curve, I had a better apex and managed to pull in front of the other car, taking a better position.

No sooner had I completed the pass before I felt a flutter of current pass through the cage of my chastity belt. It was a pleasant sensation that only added to my unquenched arousal. At the same time, the plug in my ass sent bi-polar current through it in a way that made it feel as if the plug were slowly pumping in and out of my rear end. The current caused the muscles to contract in a certain way that would have made you swear it was moving, even though it wasn't. As I was starting to learn to really enjoy anal sex, this was very pleasant for me. It was also very distracting.

I miscalculated the next turn and lost a lot of speed coming into the straight. I knew it was going to happen and wasn't at all surprised when the car I'd just overtaken went by me. A second car went by right on his tail and riding in his draft. In the blink of an eye, I was down two positions. The haptic suit let me know it. I felt unpleasant pulses of current emanate from the plug in my ass as the thrusting cut off abruptly. The pleasurable current ceased around my cage as well. Small shocks struck me along my butt cheeks, feeling like slightly sharp slaps from some kind of paddle or other impact toy. I was relieved when the punishment for losing position finally ended as it allowed me to refocus on the race in front of me.

I could feel Meagyn and Grace beside me but couldn't see either of them due to the VR mask. They were doing something around me but it might as well have been in another room for all I knew. Besides, I was too focused now on the race to pay much attention. I was hoping to feel more of the rewarding currents, of course, but I was more hoping to avoid any further punishments. The race went well enough, despite the fact that Meagyn had chosen an advanced level of competition. It was only fair since I was pretty good at the game under normal circumstances.

By the end of the race, I'd managed to pick up a few positions but didn't come close to the top five, where I normally placed. That was still enough for the haptic suit to provide a very pleasurable tease for me. By the time the race was over, I was practically panting inside the hood. Of course with the gag completely filling my mouth, I had no way to mention it. It felt as though I'd been given a long, slow fucking while my caged dick was gently teased at the same time. The last thing on my mind was more video games right then. Unfortunately, that's what I was getting.

"I think we'll try one of my favorites next," Grace informed me as she reset the game system. I already knew she liked first-person shooter games, which I'd never really been great with. Sure enough, the latest version of Call of the Battlefield loaded up and I got my first look at the game from a VR perspective. It could be played standing or sitting and they let me stay on the couch with them, which I appreciated. I'd seen plenty of funny videos where people ran into walls while playing games that way.

During the loading process, the visor switched back to camera view and I could see the actual room around me briefly. I couldn't help notice that both Meagyn and Grace were a bit less-dressed than they had been when the racing game first started. It gave me a clue as to what was going on around me while I was busy trying to win the game. I wasn't at all jealous of Grace, other than to have been sorry that I missed seeing whatever had happened.

Grace was still explaining the rules. "This time, I'll be playing against you. I'll be trying to kill you while you're going up against other players. Each time you die, the suit will punish you. On the other hand, every kill of your own will bring you a reward. If you manage to kill me, the reward will definitely be worth it." I could hear the smile in her voice as she said that last bit. I was pretty sure that she wasn't too worried about me getting her. She was just too good.

The game started in team mode and I could hear the other members of my team talking to one another on the speakers. Since I was gagged, I had no way of talking back, but could at least follow the plans they made. They just assumed I was one of those players who refused to speak in the game. It really wasn't that uncommon.

We started out okay but the fight soon turned against us. It was mostly due to the sniper on the other team who seemed to be very good at picking us off no matter how we tried to avoid them. We scored an early kill when I put a player down with a close range melee attack, then moved towards the objective. The suit began to tease me gently with the first kill, much like the racing game had done.

As we neared the objective, the enemy sniper took out one of our heavy gunners, and then me as we crossed a fire lane. The suit reacted immediately upon my death. The shot had been a headshot, and there was some sort of impact through the suit's feedback system that felt as though someone had just slapped me in the head. This was accompanied by a burst of sound and the screen going bright white before fading to black. As my character sat waiting for the respawn countdown to finish, my body was wracked by slightly unpleasant current that caused me to twitch and spasm all over. At the same time, the plug in my ass began to simulate a fast, hard pounding. It was a bit too much to be pleasant, but still felt just a bit too good to be ignored, especially in my highly aroused state. I barely was able to clear my head when I rezzed back into the game.

The rest of the match was pretty bad. We never got our momentum back after that sniper hit us so hard. It wasn't hard to figure out who the sniper was. I was almost always the first target they hit when we were grouped together. I died more than anyone else in the game and paid the price for it. By the end of the match, I felt as though I'd been the piñata at a kid's birthday party. I was sore all over, especially my ass which had received the most attention. As for the sniper, I'd never even caught a glimpse of her until the end of the match when she killed me at close range.

"I think I just made you my bitch," she said to me in-game, to everyone's delight. It was Grace's voice and I definitely felt like her bitch right about then. The game screen faded out and I saw the living room again. Meagyn was holding a portable camera and had been filming during the match. There were static cameras all over the room that she often used to make content for my websites and I knew this day was going to be posted there soon.

Grace made a keyboard appear floating in front of me, then asked me to answer some questions about how the new suit felt during the games. I gave her the feedback she wanted and she seemed quite pleased with the answers. We played a few more different games, including a sword and sorcery type game where I had to use a sword to defeat the enemies as they attacked a castle I was tasked with defending. Once again, every time they hit me with a weapon, I felt a mildly painful sensation that simulated the strike wherever they'd hit me. It was enough to make me want to avoid it while not really hurting all that much.

Of course, every successful kill on my part gave me a small reward of pleasure. It was never enough to really do more than tease me but I fought for each one as if my life depended on it. It was odd that I was becoming the instrument of my own torment, since I knew it would never be enough. That didn't stop me from doing my best to win, thereby teasing myself silly.

We went through another round of questions and answers before Grace made some adjustments to the settings for the suit. They had plugged the headset in at some point to keep the batteries from dying. The power drain for the suit was even worse than the VR goggles and that was a limitation Grace had yet to overcome. It required the whole thing to be plugged in while in use or else the system would only work for a bit under an hour at most.

The final game was a survival game where I had to look for food and water while trying to survive in a zombie infested area. I managed to locate an axe fairly quickly, which meant I could at least defend myself if needed. I crept quietly around a small village as I went from house to house looking for something useful. I ate the power bar I started with and drank the bit of water in my canteen. My food and hunger bars were visible in the air by my health bar, and I knew I had to get something to eat or drink fast.

I struck out in the little  village, barely escaping a zombie in one house by running away. Of course, that made my hunger and thirst drop even faster. As they both crept into the danger zone, the suit began to shock me across my abdomen, causing my muscles there to contract. It simulated a bit of cramping rather well. I could tell that Grace had adjusted the settings to be a bit more powerful and realized that I definitely didn't want to experience dying in the game.

I stumbled across a roadside gas station and went in to see what was there. I found a can of sardines, but had no way to open it, and went into the repair bay looking for a tool. That turned out to be a mistake. As I crept around the cars looking for a way to open the can, several zombies came towards me at once. Some wore mechanic coveralls, while a few were dressed in tattered clothing. The swarm was too much for me and my axe and they killed me as I tried to escape.

The shocks that I felt when they attacked were very painful. I think I even cried out around the gag at one point, though it was still pretty muffled. Once the game ended and Grace gave me the opportunity to give feedback, I let her know that the pain was a bit more than I was comfortable with. She was more interested in the cramping mechanics but listened to my advice before replying.

"A survival game doesn't usually end with getting overwhelmed by the zombies. That level of pain was designed to discourage the way you tried to rush in and find a tool. If you had to do it again, would you play it the same way?"

I had to admit she had a point. There was no way I would let myself go up against a pack of the undead knowing how much it was going to hurt when they killed me. The possibility of pain like that would shape the way I approached the game. I might have been willing to endure more cramps from starvation rather than risk being attacked. I know I could have just left with the can and used a rock to open it. Sure, I'd have lost some of the contents but it would have kept me going. My approach was too risky and the game made sure I knew that.

We'd been playing for some time and I realized I was getting tired. I had no clocks or anything to tell me what time it was but I knew it had to be getting late. I wasn't too surprised when Meagyn told me it was time for bed. What did surprise me a little was the fact that I'd missed dinner that evening and that Grace was going to help get me ready for bed. I was going to ask about it when the keyboard disappeared from my field of vision as Grace entered something on her laptop.

"We're going to be trying something new tonight," Meagyn explained as the two partially dressed girls led me towards my room. I was still riding an arousal high and not really thinking clearly. I also had no way to ask any questions about what they were planning. I'm fairly certain that was by design. "I think you're really going to enjoy this."

I saw my bed was already made up with the latex sheets and pillowcase with the restraints in place. I didn't even notice the restraints were a bit different than they were previously. I lay down on the bed as directed and they wasted little time in fitting my wrist and ankles into the waiting cuffs. I felt additional cuffs being applied to my thighs and biceps this time, which was something new. Finally, a wide belt was wrapped around my waist and secured there as well. When everything was in place, Meagyn looked at Grace and nodded. I saw Grace working on her laptop again and then suddenly every restraint pulled just a little bit tighter, as though someone had just ratcheted the whole thing down another notch or two.

Meagyn was smiling at me as she looked down on me. "A bondage slut like you should really enjoy this," she taunted me. She wasn't wrong, either. I felt a surge of arousal as everything got a bit more restrictive. It wasn't uncomfortable yet, just a bit more snug and secure. I lay there adjusting to the new restrictions when Meagyn reached down and unlocked the zipper for the haptic suit I wore. At some point, they'd brought them to the front. She pulled the tabs until she could open the front flap, exposing the front of my chastity belt.

Although she had no way of seeing it, my eyes grew wide when I felt her unlock the cover of the chastity belt that covered my cage, exposing it for the first time in weeks. It wasn't easy to do with the VR mask in place but I managed to look down, very anxious to see what had been covered for so long. There was the surface of the flat cage, the small protrusion that connected to the front shield where my urine was channeled clear of me sticking out in front. My dick remained beneath that metal surface where it had been locked away for longer than I cared to think about. I hadn't seen, let alone touched my dick in at least six weeks or longer.

It was hard to believe that I'd gotten so used to not having a dick available to me. I'd had a few orgasms in that time but most had been through anal stimulation primarily. I'd forgotten what it even felt like to have an erection but wasn't even hoping for that opportunity when I saw Meagyn begin to unlock the flat chastity cage. I wasn't aware that I was doing it at the time but I suddenly was holding my breath in anticipation of being allowed out of the cage for the first time since she'd first put it on me shortly after I'd arrived to live with her.

The lock popped open and she began to extricate the flat cage from the base ring. It fit tightly into the base and required some effort to release it. When it finally came free, she slowly pulled the cage away from my dick. The urethral tube slowly emerged from inside of me as she did this. I kept waiting for her to stop and laugh, before pushing it back in place and locking it away once more. Meagyn was most certainly capable of playing a mind fuck on me like that. Instead, she fully removed the cage and tube before setting it aside on a cloth beside the bed.

A few silent moments passed and my dick remained small and soft. I was expecting it to grow quickly to the full length when it was freed but it seemed to be happy just the way it was. I felt a strong sense of arousal that I still associated with a hard dick, only this time my own body seemed to betray me.

"Why isn't he getting a hard-on?" Grace asked curiously.

Meagyn smiled down at me affectionately. "Because he's a good sissy and knows better than to get an erection. She's going to STAY LIMP, aren't you?"

When I heard those words, a strange sensation filled my mind and body. It was a mix of arousal and euphoria at having pleased her this way. I couldn't answer, of course, but my flaccid penis did the talking for me.

"You mean he actually can't get hard?" Grace asked, surprised. "Not even if he really wanted to?"

"STAY LIMP, SISSY," Meagyn said mechanically, reinforcing the odd feeling I was experiencing. I wanted to get hard but couldn't seem to manage it, while knowing my flaccid dick was the correct way for me to be at the same time. "She doesn't need an erection to feel good. Her sissy clit is perfect as it is."

Grace wasn't satisfied. "What if he wanted to have sex with someone? I know he's still a virgin but surely he must still want to know what it feels like, right?"

Meagyn chuckled before replying. "She's never going to know what that feels like. She's going to remain my limp, virgin sissy forever, aren't you Josie? I know you want to STAY LIMP, SISSY."

Every time she said that, I felt myself slip further and further away from getting hard. I simply understood that a good sissy remained soft and unable to get hard. No one wanted to see my little dick, anyway. That's why we kept it locked away. The thoughts weren't my own and I knew that was the case, but that didn't stop me from accepting them as the truth. I wasn't aware of it right then, but Meagyn had been conditioning me to remain limp through hypnosis while I slept. The trigger words 'Stay limp, sissy,' were a powerful tool for conditioning my mind and I was powerless to overcome them. That, along with the hormonal treatments I'd been taking had rendered me unable to get or maintain an erection no matter how horny I was.

Grace shook her head. "No way, I'll bet I can make him get hard."

Meagyn just smiled at her. "Do your worst, it's not going to make a difference. She wants to STAY LIMP for me, don't you, buttercup?"

Grace took the challenge head-on and I couldn't help wonder if this was as spontaneous as it felt or whether they'd planned the whole thing ahead of time. I knew the cameras in my room were recording everything they saw and that there was a good chance this would make its way onto my website soon. I lay there helpless to respond as Grace began removing what remained of her clothing. She had a cute little body with small breasts not much bigger than my own but her slightly darker skin looked fantastic as she shed her panties, revealing a trimmed bush that matched her dark hair.

She moved beside me and looked into my eyes. It was a clinical look, not one that gave a sense of warmth or connection. I'd come to expect that from her scientific way of approaching any problem or situation. "Josie, would you like to have sex with me?" she asked gently. "If you can get hard, I'll ride your little cock until you come."

Did I want that? Seriously?! Did a bear want a big vat of honey-dipped fish for dinner? I wanted that so badly right then that I would have done anything to make it happen. All I needed was a hard dick? 'No, problem,' I thought. 'Try and stop me.' My cock twitched. I felt it as it tried to respond to the red alert my brain was sending it.

"STAY LIMP, SISSY," Meagyn said quietly on my other side. I barely heard the words but I could feel the effect it was having on me. My dick remained soft and barely visible in front of me.

Grace knelt next to me, her face only inches from the side of my hooded head. "C'mon, you know you've wanted to feel what it's like to have sex," she whispered seductively in my ear. "This is your chance. Imagine how warm and wet it would feel as you slid your tiny cock into my vagina?"

I didn't even care that she called it 'tiny'. I had no reason to doubt that she would honor the deal if I could get hard. I was only an erection away from feeling the wonderful sensation of having sex with a girl.

"STAY LIMP for me, SISSY," Meagyn whispered on my other side. "Be a good girl and just STAY LIMP."

Grace licked the side of my hood while making a sound deep in her throat as though she were tasting something delicious. "Mmmm, you have no idea how good it would feel to have me riding your cock until you explode inside of me. C'mon, get that thing hard for me. It's so tiny, it can't take much to get an erection, can it?"

"Or you can just STAY LIMP, SISSY,"Meagyn whispered. Despite how quietly she said it, those words thundered through me each time she said them. "You want to make me happy, right? You know how much I want you to STAY LIMP."

Back and forth they kept it up as I lay there helplessly tied to my bed. My dick was exposed for the first time in what felt like forever and I had a girl offering to let me have sex with her at last. On the other side was my Mistress, who wanted me to remain a limp-dick sissy virgin for her. She knew that her pleasure had become the most important thing in the world and simply kept whispering those words into my ear. STAY LIMP, SISSY.

Despite everything, my arousal hit new levels. I was almost out of my mind with the need to come, to put my tiny dick into Grace and let her show me what sex felt like. I was struggling against the restraints with all my might but the new, more restrictive set barely allowed me to even move a muscle. This only made me even more horny since I enjoyed bondage so thoroughly. I felt the full power of my desire take me then, somehow bringing me to the edge of desire without a single touch. I was unable to even form a coherent thought, let alone words that the gag would have taken from me. With an animalistic growl, I fought to reach Grace and show her my manhood in all its glory. I knew I must be as hard as a rock and would soon feel her sliding down onto me. I opened my eyes and looked through the digitalized screen of the VR mask to see them both looking down at my swollen member with astonished looks on their faces.

Or, that's what I expected to see. I looked down at my own dick and saw the barely protruding head of my limp sissy clit sticking out in front of me. I wasn't hard at all. If anything, I was even smaller than when the cage had first been opened. Meagyn was beaming at me. "That's my little limp girl. I knew you could do it for me."

Grace did look astonished as she stared at me. "I'd never have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself. He really is meant to be a virgin for life, isn't he?

"SHE certainly is," Meagyn replied, emphasizing the pronoun when she said it. She bent towards me and placed a kiss against the front of my mask. "Now, let's get her hooked up for the night. I want to see what this little toy of yours can do to her."

I watched as they prepped me for whatever came next in a haze of lust and unquenched desire. I was still so horny that I couldn't think straight and was more of a passenger than an active participant for whatever they had planned for me. Grace moved to the box that had been mounted beside my bed and did something that caused it to open up. Some kind of mechanical arm emerged from inside the box as it opened and moved to a position above me. I tried to figure out what it was for but was having a hard time focusing.

"The auto-alignment hasn't been mapped out yet, so you're going to have to connect it manually for now," Grace was telling Meagyn, who was watching the display carefully.

"That tube looks too big to me. Is it going to work for her little clit?" Meagyn asked.

Grace nodded. "It's built to adjust to whatever size it has to deal with, from as big as nine inches and equally as thick to what she has. Don't worry, she's going to feel it work." They both shared a laugh that wasn't intended for me. I finally managed to focus enough to notice a cylindrical device on the end of the arm. Grace was guiding it down towards my crotch.

"It's made to securely connect to the base ring of her chastity cage," she explained. "Once properly mated, she could nearly throw herself off the bed and it won't let go of her."

Meagyn gave me a look. "I don't think she's going to be doing that, do you?"

Grace eyed the restraints. "No, I think she's in for the duration, whether or not she wants to be." I watched as she guided the cylinder down towards the front of my chastity belt. It connected to the base ring with a click, much the way my flat cage did. I could feel her give it a wiggle to test how well it stayed in place and my hips wiggled a bit from how firmly she did this. The tube was obviously quite securely fastened to the front of my belt. "Looks like we have a secure connection. Okay, that's it."

"Do we need to test it before we leave her for the night?" Meagyn asked.

Grace had moved back to her laptop and began hitting keys. "No, there's no need for that. If anything goes wrong, the system will let us know. We can deal with it if it happens. All I have to do is hit the start button." She looked at Meagyn expectantly.

"Why wait?" Meagyn asked as she walked over behind Grace and put her arms around her from behind. Grace sunk into the embrace with a rare smile of pleasure. "Start the program and we can go watch while we have our fun." Meagyn dipped her head down towards Grace's neck as the Asian girl hit the start button on her laptop. My vision went dark and the real world faded out and a new one came into focus around me.