Sabrina Captures Herself
Sabrina’s only mistake was in spreading her legs. It was barely even a mistake, really–she tried to climb onto the window sill, her mind full of a rare clarity of purpose that she knew would allow her to open the window and crawl out into the bushes and escape, only to discover as she stretched her right leg up to rest on the high ledge that her wet pussy was exposed to the warm summer sunlight. And once Sabrina started thinking about her pussy, her treacherous subconscious convinced her that it wouldn’t hurt to play with herself just a little. Just for a few moments. It might even help to be sexually sated when she made a break for it, she lied to herself.
Deep down, she knew that there was no such thing as ‘sated’ when it came to Master’s control. Once she began to rub her slick pink folds, every orgasm led inexorably to another and another and another until she was staring blankly into the distance with empty eyes and a vacant, drooling mouth and mumbling mantras of compliance to her owner’s will. It had already defeated so many escape attempts before they even started; she started to contemplate leaving the cozy suburban house that looked nothing like a prison to outsiders, only to find the warm nest between her thighs and lose herself in hours of masturbatory pleasure instead.
She honestly thought today was going to be the day she broke the cycle of obedience. She’d given up trying to find clothes, resigning herself to a stay in police custody while she explained what Master had done to her with his constant brainwashing and his endless, overwhelming hypnotic control–and then, after months of daydreaming that always ended with three fingers in her soaking cunt and her eyes rolled all the way back in her head in one climax after another, she’d given up imagining what it would feel like to babble to a stranger about being Master’s mindless fucktoy. Sabrina lost a whole afternoon once just thinking about what it would feel like to be handcuffed to a chair so she couldn’t rub her pussy while she talked. She knew Master believed her to be incapable of escape after that.
But today she woke with a clear mind and an absolute determination to crawl out of the unlocked window and run out to the street. She was going to flag down the first passer-by she found, and she was going to just ask for help–she wasn’t going to elaborate, she wasn’t going to describe her slow descent into subjugation, and she absolutely wasn’t going to think about how much better it would feel to stay in bed and rub her sopping cunt until her brains leaked out onto her fingers. She was just going to escape. And she almost, almost, almost got away with it.
But she didn’t. When Master found her, Sabrina was posed with one foot on the floor and the other resting on the window sill, bent over with her tits dangling low, rubbing her pussy and staring blankly out the window into the backyard. It was the perfect position to walk up behind her and give her cunt a good, hard pounding… and Master never passed up the chance to help his good girl sink deeper into helpless pleasure. A pleasure that, like her captivity, Sabrina could never escape.
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