Everyone told you not to go out with him. They all said you were too young and inexperienced, that you were in different places in your life. Now that you're strapped down, legs forced apart, waiting to see what will happen, you think they might have been right.
He was so confident. When you started talking, it was like he'd known you forever. He was so sure of himself and it felt so good to just follow him. He pulled you along, like a wave on the sea, and at some point you stopped caring if the current pulled you under. The head of vibe was warm as he pressed it against you and locked it into place. Even now, he was being so considerate.
You had had dreams once. You were sure of it. You had your whole future ahead of you and he never asked you to be anything but yourself. Where did they go? When did you take your head out of clouds and start letting him cloud your mind instead? All those hurried edging sessions in bathroom stalls seemed like a blur. His hands are the only ones free to touch you now and you're so grateful for every brush of his skin against yours.
What would all those people say if they could see you now, sucking on your gag as the visor lowers onto your head? Surely they'd notice how well-behaved you are, how you respond so quickly to his commands. You're a well-trained little slut, safe and secure in your restraints, pleased that you can't even move enough to knock your headphones off. They would all be proud of you, for all the things you've learned, all the things you've let him teach you. Your holes clench as you make out the muffled sound of typing. You know what it means. You're not so inexperienced anymore.
The screen comes to life and the sound washes over your eager, empty brain. The vibe goes to work as you watch and absorb it all. You see the Good Girls who came before you, how they each were trained to please him. You watch them serving him, sinking deeper into their devotion as they lose themselves in the pleasure. You can't help but feel honored to be part of something so much bigger than you. You can't wait to join them.
The first jolt of pleasure shoots through you as you realize it's inevitable. You'll be bent over tables, fucked into the floor, tied up and put on display for all the others to see. You'll be led along on a leash, made to beg for release, and happily do whatever tricks make him want to fill you most. You were your own person once, but you've long forgotten what that's like. You roll your hips, but the machine won't give you any more pressure. That's okay though. You just want to show Daddy he's winning. As your mind fills with visions of lust and the sounds of service, you accept Daddy knows what he's doing. He is more experienced, after all.
