[F4M] - Orgasm Treat! The Human Habitat

(Hi! So, my basic concept for this RP is that aliens keep cute lil human pets in specially built habitats. There's lots of things to climb on, sleep in, etc. Vitally, to keep the pets both happy and docile, they keep them low-level horny and aching literally all of the time. We can play around with the alien tech here - maybe there's very fine-tuned tech installed around her clit, pussy, and nipples, maybe the room itself interfaces with the human nervous system, lot of options. Pleasure keeps them happy and docile. Better in general, better for training, doing tricks, better to just have a happy pet. Happy, horny, constantly rubbing themselves on helpfully placed toys and furniture...I'm very excited to play such a little achey pet...

They can't cum EXCEPT, when their alien owners come in, they just gently touch a tentacle to their clit or whatever and instantly they cum. This helps build up associations of Owner=Pleasure and eventually the pets are so well trained that as soon as the owners come in they run(crawl?) over to the door and spread their legs, whimpering and begging for their 'treat', heehee. The owners love to play with them, rub them, build them up, make them cum, feed them, train them to do tricks. So, humans in very cool habitats, happy and horny and aching, pleasure makes them docile and they associate orgasms and further pleasure with their owners. Well-trained pets run straight to the aliens to beg for cummies.

I will be playing a pet, waking up in one of these enclosures.

I also want to say, sometimes I avoid 'alien abduction' plots because trying to do sexy things with non-humans can be odd occasionally, so I had the further thought that a dark version of this plot would be if a human being was keeping my character in this habitat. Maybe that version is he has a time machine and kidnaps her from my time like a primitive pet lol. Maybe it's just a very dark training and pleasure association pet training prompt. We can chat! But I'm also into the aliens with gentle tentacles lol.

I've written this starter as if I've woken up in the habitat because I want to do the training from the beginning and I'm really excited so please do jump right in!! I wrote it so she's primed and ready to go but can change it as needed)

I wake, open my eyes and immediately close them, thinking I cannot possibly be in Willy Wonka's factory. Surely if I give it a few seconds, I will open my eyes again on something a little less...technicolor.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Nope. Fuck.

It's not that it's the factory exactly, but a room full of stacked giant boxes, all different colors - school-bus yellow, bright apple-red - and other strangely proportioned objects puts it in one's mind. But it is more like they are children's blocks, except, each block is so large I could crawl inside of it. And in fact, all of them are open on all sides to allow for exactly such a thing - rounded openings, and cushioned on the inside, with some throw pillows or blankets in each one. Inviting. Cozy. Bizarre.

The way they are stacked might invite...climbing, even for a human adult. There are pathways from one to another, like a giant playground - pathways or ways to get from one block directly to another, up or down or across or back down to the floor. Strangely, there don't seem to be safety measures - it appears to be easy and possible to crawl up to a block ten feet in the air and fall out.

The blocks are not the only things to draw my attention, though, only the most colorful. Also scattered around are what I can only describe as scratching posts, like for cats - covered in rough carpeting material. Cat trees, perhaps, for each has 'branches' jutting out near the bottom, at a height where a human adult could mount them.

The room itself is...massive. Ceilings so high I cannot even see them; from where I have woken I cannot see the boundaries of the room. I can hear, and see a little bit of, an actual running stream - not very deep at all, but flowing gently from, it seems, one end of the space to the other, filling the air with a pleasant sound and smell. It is large enough for me to bathe in, though not much bigger than that, and would be easy to drink from.

Everything is...soft, somehow. The colors are garish, but everything else gives a sense of softness and peace. The floor of the place is made of some kind of spongey material, colored by carpet; lush and pleasant, and it is on this, near the stream, that I have woken. I am completely naked, completely alone, and completely confused, but everything around me seems to say you are in no danger.

"H...Hello? " I call out, pushing myself up, just my upper body. There's a blanket laid out over my lower half; not, it seems, to hide me, but to offer an offering of warmth if I want it. I ball it up in one fist, pressing it to my chest. I feel...oddly...warm. Needier than I would expect in such circumstances. My body feels...alive, buzzing. Even as I look around, the garishness of the colors fades to a muted and acceptable welcome in my eyes. I blink, repeatedly, but it stays that way, and my body feels...warmer...good. My legs twitch.

No one arrives. I wait a long time, but there is only the silence, and the soft pleasant passing of the stream. I remain frozen for a long time...eventually, I rise.

I search. I explore. I look around every block, every cat tree. There are bridges over the stream and I don't touch the water until it has been hours, and hours, and hours, and thirst is killing my throat, and I finally kneel down and drink from it, and the water is sweet and not poisoned or terrible. And I find a place, at one end of the room, where if I press a large, flat panel, it lights up and food comes out. And if I think of a specific food, that food comes out.

There is no silverware, so after the first few mishaps of trying to get Indian curry and needing an entire stream-bath after, I get better about 'ordering' food that doesn't need a fork.

And still, for days, no one comes.

There's no danger. There's no escape, either, which is worrisome, but as the days go on I find myself less and less concerned. I manage to climb up into the boxes and they're very comfy; laid out with cushions and blankets and overlooking the whole of the room. I swathe myself in comfort and fall asleep more easily than I can ever remember doing. I drink from the stream and eat from the food.

And I ache.

It started the second day or so. A tingling in my nethers. Not that I am unfamiliar, but unexpected in this strange place. And it won't stop, I just feel...needy...aching. It feels good and warm.

By the sixth day I instinctively mount one of the 'branches' of the cat-tree and rub my aching pussy against it, sighing in sweet relief. I find several of them that have little nubs just where my clit is and eagerly rut, and rut.

But despite historically being good at it, I can't cum.

By the tenth day, I find nipple toys, and I no longer care where they came from. I put rubber clamps on my nipples and climb into a block and put a rabbit vibe inside of myself, desperately humping and playing and edging and edging....

By the twentieth day I wake whimpering, swollen, soaked and aching. Searching and searching around the enclosure for anything to bring me any kind of relief.

It is while in this haze that a door finally opens, and someone first appears. Sweat-soaked and trembling with need and with unexpected terror, I run and hide in one of the colorful blocks, throwing a blanket over myself and staring out, trembling. Even as I hide my fingers scramble over my clit, aching for relief, watching as the first creature to greet me in nearly a months finally makes themselves known.

kinks: teasing, orgasm denial, objectification, doll training, hypno, chastity belts and piercings, cages, pet play, kissing, patronizing and sweet doms, TIGHT bondage, sensory deprivation, latex, leather, sleep suits, immobile bondage, pet names, sweet and patronizing language ("aw, poor denied pet"), being treated like a cute lapdog

limits: calling anyone daddy, family/incest, scat, vomit, throatfucking, creampies, choking, pregnancy/breeding