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Behind You: Chapter 1

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Captor x unnamed afab protagonist || You are captured by a man that only wishes to give a pretty girl extreme pleasure. You couldn’t help but give in to this new world and allow yourself to love it. || nsfw top to bottom

Some themes that may be upsetting: kidnapping, dubious consent, slight public humiliation, multiple people/reverse harem

If you think I should add to these themes, please let me know! Your mental health matters <3

11,881 Words

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Burning. Everything was burning. My thighs, lungs, and determination to get the hell out of here was on fire. Dim lights were the only grace of vision offered in these rooms that tangled in a sick maze-like fashion. The back of my head rings with a deja vu-like memory of this place, leading me towards the exit. I can’t remember how or why I know this, but out of survival, I run.

My boyfriend was close behind, taking different turns but always catching up to me, trusting me. I’ve been panting and screaming at him to follow me, to go around objects, and to keep running.

I always thought I’d reach this point of adrenaline and fight-or-flight in response to some wild animal. But I felt like a prey. A mouse with a broken leg desperately trying to get away from hungry, feral tiger.

I didn’t know who was chasing us, but it was no animal. A person, a supposed human being with a family, chased us in black and blended with the shadows.

An effort for a fun time quickly turned terrifying and probably even life threatening, but I’m not one to find out.

I’ve heard about this mall that seemed to tumble and stack on top of each other. A new stand and shop everywhere you looked. We were following the crown outside. Cloths with coins sewn into them were draped above us, transparent enough to let light through from the sun and light up all we can buy.

We ventured deeper into the building, escaping the buzz of outside traffic. There were no windows, but had a winding staircase that kept going up and down. Rooms seemed to branch out from the staircase into their own corridors with places to sleep, eat, and buy more stuff.

We climbed up to the top, then started going all the way back down, passing the main branch we entered from. It got darker and the lights got dimmer, but where’s the fun in no thrill? We kept on going and found that more and more doors were closed the further we went until the stairs stopped.

There was a hallway that was actually well lit that seemed to branch into different rooms on both sides of us, giving a museum type vibe. We walked and looked at some empty stalls before getting creeped out and deciding to look at one or two more booths before leaving.

Then the lights went out.

I felt myself hold my breath but I internally calmed myself. Surely the power just dipped for a second and it’s all fine.

Then a slam.

I looked back towards the way we came in and there was nothing there. The door was closed and someone was there, locking it up.

I turned to my boyfriend and whispered, “maybe they’re closing?”

He shrugs and we started walking towards the man and shout a bit towards him. “Oh, I’m sorry, we can leave now! We didn’t know you were closing up”

The figure turned around at us and I realized I couldn’t even see his face from how covered he was. “Leaving isn’t fun for anyone, now is it?”

My heart stops and I feel the instant urge to run as the man starts walking towards us. My boyfriend grabs my arm and pulls me behind him. I can’t remember what happened, but I know words were said before I screamed after the man in black lunged at my boyfriend and I started running.

He must’ve gotten that shadow man off of him now that he’s running through these dark corridors with me, but I can’t even think about that now.

I feel the exit approaching. A different staircase that leads straight outside. I look behind me and my boyfriend turns into another room. I can’t follow him. I want to but I can’t. It doesn’t have an easy way back to where I’m going, but he saw where I was before I turned.

I push towards the exit, climbing stairs as the light from the cracked open door filtered in. I feel tears brim my eyes in joy. I can’t believe we got out. It’s so close I could scream and kiss the ground. But realistically, I need to keep running. I need to run until I find a crowd. Until I can blend in and calm down. And then go somewhere my boyfriend can find me or where I can wait for him.

Only a few more steps before I reached the door, I feel something wrap around my waist, making me jolt and start screaming as a try to wrench myself away.

There’s no way the man caught up with me. I looked behind myself a few times.

Two strong arms held me in place as I screamed and tried everything to get away. An arm moved so the hand could cover my mouth. A laugh, a male laugh, shuddered through me and tickled the skin near my neck and left ear. “Be good now.”

A surge of adrenaline rushes through me and I go wild, flailing and trying to hit the man anywhere I could. He surprisingly uncovers my mouth and I start screaming wildly for help and my boyfriend, still flailing and beating him where I can as he moved his hand away from my face.

I didn’t notice until it was too late. His hand was between my legs and pressed flat against me, violating but unmoving. Only a layer of sweatpants and underwear separating direct touch.

He held me firmly and I tried hard to move away from him while screaming, but his arm around my midsection held me firmly in place. Then his fingers gently traced from my entrance to my clit, stopping there to tickle it with all his fingers.

My voice cracks mid scream and I try to pull away from him to no avail. I try to hit him harder, try to headbutt him, but my body started heating up. He whispered in a raspy voice while continuing his assault, “Keep fighting. Keep pretending you don’t want this.”

He switched to featherlight circles on my clothed clit with a single finger and I continued screaming for help, twisting and turning in his grasp but getting no where even as I scratched him hard. My pussy was pulsing and my clit felt like a live wire as I fought, somehow feeling more aroused than usual.

Then the hand went away and I let out a breathy whine by accident before I screamed more. My throat was hurting and I was scared. I didn’t want this. I don’t wand to be raped. I was so close. The door is right there.

I feel his hand, big and warm, slip under both my sweatpants and underwear and I go ballistic. I’m fully thrashing around kicking my feet in the air. But that doesn’t stop him. His fingers dip shallowly into my hole and I groan into another scream, throwing my head back and trying to not let my body give into this. “You *do* like this.” I start whining and gasp loudly as his fingers drag the wetness he collected to my clit. “Just a poor little girl that wants to be chased and touched so nicely.” As he reaches my clit, his fingers start circling it, making me go undone.

I can’t help moaning and my body growing weaker and more unable to fight back and thrash around. I try to pull myself together and talk, “why?” I cry out, hoping I could negotiate my way out of this.

I hear his chuckle before he pinches my clit slightly and I buck my hips without thinking. He goes back to my hole and shallows it, circling and barely dipping his finger inside. “Why? I like to give pretty girls extreme pleasure, that’s all.”

My head goes fuzzy with his words and my mouth hangs agape as he plays with my hole. I feel myself pulse, wanting his finger to plunge into me. I try to blink away the thoughts and feel incredible shame pour through me, knowing my boyfriend is being hunted at the moment.

”S-stop.. Let me go..!” I try to scream, but it comes out as a sad hoarse moan.

His fingers pull back up to my clit and he circles it roughly, making me gasp and look down at his hand in my pants. “Do you really want me to stop? I need to at least make a pretty girl like you cum first.” He pauses and gets closer to my ear so I can feel his breath. “So how about you cum all over my fingers right now then, hm?”

His words go straight to my clit and I feel myself get closer than I’d want to admit. I start grinding on his hand and he chuckles again. “Aw, that’s it. I knew you were a good pick.”

I start breathing harder as his fingers move in a frenzy, going from slow gently circles, to fast hard circles, to slow hard circles, and fast gentle circles. I feel my head go lightheaded as I get closer and closer, my breathing becoming more clipped.

Then he moves his fingers back to my hole. “Can’t cum without giving this poor sopping hole attention too?”

I whine and realize I’m holding onto his arm tightly instead of fighting, but can’t bring myself to fight as he circles the rim of my hole and swiping his finger tip in. After what feels like forever of his teasing, he barely dips a finger in, going up to his first knuckle and submerging only his fingernail.

He keeps dipping that little bit in, making my clit feel insanely needy. I whine loudly and he only chuckles before moving some of my wetness onto my clit making me moan loudly and squeeze his arm harder. But he doesn’t stay there. His finger goes back to shallowing me until my head goes dizzy and I’m spilling small moans. “Your hole is so plump and ready. I can easily just-“ his finger pushes easily all the way in in one fast thrust, causing me to bend over a bit, “do this.” He finishes his sentence and pulls his finger all the way out slowly before roughly thrusting it all the way it, earning a surprised moan.

He keeps doing that and slowly picks up the speed, pushing his finger hard into me faster and faster. I screamed slightly as his thumb found my clit and gently brushed it, still lubed with my juices.

My clit was on fire and a guttural moan escaped me as he curled his finger, scratching my g spot. “There it is.” He muttered in my ear and kept pushing against it, curling into it and aiming his finger for it as he thrusted in. The amount of stimulation made my clit over sensitive. The small brushes from his thumb driving me closer and closer to the edge.

I dig my nails into his arm holding me and my moans get louder, more scared. “That’s it. That’s it. There you go.” His words make my head dizzy and I feel my end edge closer and closer.

Just as I feel my orgasm about to snap I hear him command me. “Come.”

I feel the orgasm overflow through me as his finger thrusts inside of me, scratching at my g spot, and thumb swiping back and forth at my clit. I scream and moan loudly, holding onto him tight and riding his hand. “There you go, let it out, let it *all* out.”

I ride my high of an orgasm for what feels like a minute. As my moans quiet down and the faint feeling of pleasure spills out in quieter, shameful moans, his finger slowly pulls out of my pussy and he shallows it again, his thumb off of my clit. Small moans spill out as I come down from the high, but his wet finger drags my juices up to my clit to circle it again, gently and feather like, but putting me into a frenzy.

My moans get chaotic and I start fighting again, pushing his arm and trying to pull away from the intense overstimulation of pleasure. I start screaming again, “No. please stop! I can’t. I can’t. It’s too much!!”

He chuckles and continues his assault on my clit, my hips trying to buck him away, but feeling a new knot in my stomach tighten at the same time. “Can’t have you thinking about anything other than the pleasure I’m giving your poor clit.” He continues the slow circles as I twitch in his arms and moan over and over. “You can’t run away if all you want is to cum.”

The sudden reality of the situation sunk in, but my body was overstimulated with a finger torturing my clit, suddenly starting to flick it back and forth. My mind was hazy with desire and the need to cum again. He was right. I wanted him to make me cum. But I need to leave. I need to find my boyfriend.

My stomach drops and I think about my boyfriend. In my defense I tried to get away. But I couldn’t help it. I can’t get away. And now I’m getting insane amounts of pleasure. It doesn’t matter. I have a boyfriend that does this. I don’t need this random man.

His finger dips back into my sopping hole and brings my slick up to my clit over and over until I start moving my hips so he can focus on my clit. “Impatient now, aren’t we?”

I whine loudly as he keeps doing that motion, finger dragging from hole to clit, over and over again. “Walk.” He commanded again and took a small step behind me, gently pushing me with his chest to my back.

I take a small shaky step, my leg burning from running and being tense from the pleasure. His finger was still slowly tracing the length of my pussy. “Good girl.” And then he circled my clit in small tight circles, making me go lightheaded and moan continuously. After a few seconds of that he resumed going from hole to clit again.

I whine and feel his face nuzzle against my head, close to my ear. “Walk.” He whispered gently this time, but with an edge of commandeer to it.

I move my other leg as he assaults my pussy slowly and take a step. He takes a small step behind me, “We’re going to turn around and go down a few steps, okay?”

My fear bubbles up inside me, but my pussy is controlling my thoughts. I don’t want this to stop. “I don’t want to die.” I say, my voice cracking and tears streaming down my face. I didn’t even think I was going to die, but as if part of me would die if I followed him.

“You won’t die. I can promise you that.”

His finger gently focuses back on clit, moving it from side to side and making me hold in a moan.

”I don’t want to be trafficked.. please, please.” My voice wavers with my tears and I sniffle, holding onto his arm.

He lets out a breathy chuckle. “Darling, I told you I like to pleasure pretty girls, not traffic them.”

He suddenly stops his movement on my clit and spreads the lips around my clit with his fingers, leaving me a pulsing needy mess, desperately wanting his touch.

“And you’re a pretty girl in need of pleasure judging on how you’re trying oh so hard to grind on my hand.”

I suddenly become aware and stop myself from grinding in the air, not even knowing when I started.

“You’ll be my new plaything.”

His finger grazes my open clit, my lips still spread, and I can’t help the moans.

“I have a boyfriend.”

He laughs this time and shallows my hole, collecting juices. “And whose cum is all over my hand, hm? Whose hole is begging to be fucked by my fingers? Whose clit is aching so much for my attention?” He sounds angrier with each sentence, sounding more forceful.

I stay quiet, scared and trying to control my body.

“Questions require answers. Whose pretty pussy needs to cum again?”

“…mine.” I mumble, feeling the embarrassment choke me. I don’t even think I was breathing.

“You’re so smart, darling. And who’s going to let me pleasure her until I’ve had my fill?”

“Me…” I choke out since he brought my slick up to my spread clit and flicked it back and forth.

“And who is going to beg me for more?”

“M-me..” I stutter, the pleasure crippling me, hoping that he’ll let me go if I say what he wants.

He leans close to my ear, “Does it sound like I care if you have a boyfriend?”

I shake my head.

He moves his finger away from my clit and I whine. “Words.” He commands.

“No..” I say shakily and he continues his assault on my clit, making my head a little lightheaded.

“Good girl. Let’s start walking then.” He moves his hand away from my pussy and repositions so he’s cupping it again but directly this time, his finger dipping into my wet hole and slowly moving it back and forth, not getting deep at all, but making me go crazy.

I start making small steps and turn around like he told me to while his finger teased my hole. He guides me down a few steps while holding me around my midsection and by my pussy.

“Open it.” I snap out of my daze and look around for something to open, but a door at the side of the steps that blends in completely with the wall opens up. It must be where he came out of and ambushed me.

He leans down to my ear and whispers very lowly, “the faster we get inside, the faster I can doll you up and play with you.”

I feel a rush of excitement go straight to my clit and I nod my head smally before starting to make small steps towards the door.

I shouldn’t do this. I should fight back. He thinks I’m compliant now, maybe I can fight back and get away. His grip on my waist has loosened up slightly, but I doubt I can slip away.

While making baby steps towards the door I rack my head on how to get out while he’s holding me so close. I decide to wrap my arms around myself, feigning embarrassment, but suddenly move my arm up to elbow him in the ribs. Just when I think I can run as he seems to lose his footing, his finger rams up inside of me and consistently curls over and over to scratch my g spot. My entire pussy lights up with need and I stumble from all the movement.

“I know, I know.” His grip returns around me, firm and knowing. “I can’t fault you for being scared.” He pulls his finger out of me and quickly moves to my clit, pinching it hard. I wince.

“But next time, I’ll edge you until you’re sobbing and ruin your orgasms for a week. Now walk.”

I breathe in shakily, scared but equally excited in his promise.

I start walking slowly towards and through the door with so much fear. The door gets closed behind us and someone starts following us from behind. The man leads me through dark corridors and into a room that felt rundown.

There was a dim, yellow lamp in a corner, a black table that seems tall, and a wooden dresser than seemed very out of place up against the wall.

The door closes behind us after taking a few steps into the room and I look around, noticing two people in black behind us.

I start breathing hard and shaking from nerves, not knowing how I let myself be kidnapped like this. The man holding me gently rubs his thumb against my ribs with the arm that’s holding me. “No one will hurt you. If you are in pain, just say. Now…” he slips his finger out from my pants and I feel how wet I’ve become from my underwear.

“Time to train you.”

A hand covers my mouth and nose with a cloth and everything goes black.

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My head feels heavy and groggy when I come to. I feel cold and try to hug myself, but I quickly realize my arms have been restrained above me and my legs restrained below me.

I started breathing hard and my vision starts to unblur as I hear a familiar voice. “You’re okay, you’re okay. Just calm down, I’m here.”

An odd sense of calm goes over me as I try to look for the man but my head can’t turn that far back.

The table im laying on suddenly starts tilting so as to stand me up. I scream a bit, scared of falling off.

“You're okay. Don’t worry.”

I flinch at the feeling of a hand on my bare hip, obviously from the man from before. He only strokes my hip bone with his thumb in a soothing way.

I’m now vertical on the table, my feet hovering a few inches off the floor. My naked body on full display.

I breathe heavily and feel both hands on my waist. “It’s me. I’ve got you.” He rubs my waist to calm me down and moves down to my feet behind me so I can’t see.

He moves the table so my legs start spreading. The table turned from a normal table to an X form. He does the same thing for my arms so I’m in a full X position.

He runs his hands from my hands to my waist. “Green means go, red means stop”

His hands move to cup my breasts and his thumbs move against my nipples. “You understand?”

I nod my head.

He pinches my nipples hard and I moan loudly. “Words.”

“Y-yes!”

“Good.”

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We were at a store they owned a small while away from the mall.

The man was standing behind me, his arm loosely around my waist and fingers playing with my exposed pussy lips. He’s done this the entire way here. The other two were somewhat in front of me, watching as I decided what pretty underwear I wanted.

I turned my head to talk to the man. “You’re being mean.” He continues teasing my pussy by only playing with the lips, never touching anywhere that needed it.

“You don’t want to see me being mean. Now what do you prefer?” He gestures to the underwear laid out in front of us. “There’s this pink transparent one with polka dots! Or this white one that’s open on the bottom but looks like a mini skirt? There’s also this leather black one that has a reattach-able bottom.”

I was zoning out. I could only focus on his fingers on my lips, how much I wanted them in me or on my clit.

“Um…” I look at the two ahead of me. A ruggish girl and a guy, both tall and in dark baggy clothing.

I make eye contact with the girl and she shrugs, but doesn’t seem judgemental. She comes over to inspect the underwear and holds them up to me.

I was wearing a skimpy outfit put on by the man. My breasts showed through a transparent lacy white top that clung to my skin and grazed my sensitive nipples that were being squeezed with clamps.

He made me take off my other underwear for this excursion, leaving me bare for him to tease for the past hour while he rotated underwear for me to choose from. He’s become more sadistic since I first met him, but hasn’t done anything to hurt me. If edging doesn’t count.

His finger spreads my lips and my breath hitched, hoping he’d touch my aching clit finally. My lower lip trembled and I felt myself getting worked up.

He chuckled and dipped a finger slowly and shallowly into my wet hole. I moan softly and grip the table in front of me.

The other girl must’ve put down the underwear because she was brushing my hair out of my face gently while the other guy circled behind me and looked where I was being touched.

“Boss. Let me have the other?” The other guy spoke.

There’s a pause. I don’t know what that means and get scared.

“Once she chooses.”

“Appreciate it.”

Another pause and his finger moves back to my lips. “Time to pick something cute, darling.”

I stand more straight and the other girl looks at my options. I reach out for the white one and hold it up seeing her smile behind it.

“This one..” I say in a small voice.

“Go on then, put it on.” He moves his hand off of me and I slowly pull the underwear on, looking at it and making it move by twisting my waist.

He presses up against my back and wraps his arm around me, whispering in my ear. “You look so tasty in it. Bend over.”

I feel my excitement bubble up and hope I finally get my release. I bend over on the wooden table on top of the other underwear and stick my butt up and arch my back, hoping it makes him want to pleasure me more.

I hear footsteps and shuffling. The girl starts running her fingers through my hair, making me sensitive in the right ways and on edge. The man moves his hand away and suddenly I feel a hot breath near my pussy. It’s pulsing like crazy and I can only imagine how good it’ll feel.

Before I could think anymore, I feel a warm wet tongue lick my ass hole. I shudder and let out a guttural moan, the pleasure shooting into my clit. Another lap and I’m already shaking. He pauses and I heard footsteps and someone leaning to my face.

“No coming.” The boss man speaks close to me.

“Okay..” I mumble, feeling disappointed but hoping he’ll still let me after.

Before I can mope too much, my hole gets assaulted with the guys tongue. It flattening over my hole and shooting pleasure straight to my clit. I couldn’t help but melt into a moaning mess. Silently thanking this man for giving me this much pleasure using my ass. I decide I need him to know.

I need him to know how much I needed this.

My voice comes out strained and in between moans, “thank you.. th-thank you!!”

There’s chuckles all around me and I hear the girls voice next. “We trained her so good” and she scratched my scalp in a way that felt so good.

“No, no.” The boss man spoke next while I moaned from the other guy eating out my ass. “She was always meant to be trained. She practically begged for it.”

All their words mixed with my pleasure and I couldn’t feel anything but it. I wanted to cum so badly, and if I do they’ll for sure ruin every orgasm I’ll have. I grip the table and pant. “Feels.. so good. My ass. Please. Wanna cum..”

I get a harsh grip on my hair and am forced to look up at the boss. His face soft despite his grip. “You’ll cum when I say you’re ready.”

I whine loudly, feeling the orgasm tighten. “P-please!! Please please please I need to please!!” I start begging, tears forming at my eyes.

He continues to hold my hair and crouches down to my level. “This is nothing, darling. I can strap you into my edging machine if you want instead?”

My eyes go half lidded at that and I feel my orgasm approach and start screaming and pulling away. “S-stop stop I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum!!!”

The guy at my ass slows down and stops. “There’s a puddle beneath you from how wet you are.” The guy says, breathlessly.

I whine and pant softly against the table, my orgasm slowly fading away. I was rigid, scared that any movement would push me over.

“I didn’t say to stop.” The boss says. I look up at him, scared.

“I-I can’t.. I’ll cum if he continues..” I say, my eyes pleading.

“You won’t.” He nods at the other guy.

The guy holds my ass again and slowly licks my hole, carefully going around it and circling it.

I’m a mess of moans, feeling the pleasure slowly build back up. His tongue starts lapping at it and I feel the pleasure take over and start screaming, then he stops. I calm down and pant softly, and he does the slow build up again before lapping me up and bringing me closer before stopping. He does this until I lose track and am just trying not to cum.

My eyes are fully dazed and blurred, my cheek against the wood and a puddle of drool had formed. I was so focused on not coming, this guy knew exactly where I was at at all times.

I was becoming delirious.

“Please.. come..”

A round of chuckles surrounded me. I feel the boss man lean down towards the back of my head to whisper. “He’s only edged you 20 times. We can make that 50, right darling?”

I moan in frustration. “P-please.. t-twenty five..?”

I start moaning frantically again and he stops as I near my orgasm yet again.

“Would you like me to make you come or him?” He asks, not confirming my deal.

“I.. um.. I don’t care..” I say between moans.

He pulls away from me. “Edge her 29 more times.”

I felt the other man chuckle against my asshole and it makes me shiver. I said the wrong thing.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!! P-please.. I didn’t mean it!! I w-want y-you to make me come please make me come please please!!” I start pleading, picking up my head to look for the boss man, as my ass gets licked over and over, pushing me so close again.

Boss’s hand rakes through my hair gently. “You’ll learn through punishment” but he moved close to my ear and talks lowly, as if just for me to hear. “Imagine how good it would feel to come after being edged 50 times.. I bet we can stretch that orgasm to be over a minute.”

His words plus that man’s tongue flattening against my tight hole pushes me too far all at once and scream as I feel the orgasm start, not wanting to be punished. “No!! N-no..!” But im already coming hard, clenching around nothing and started to moan loudly before the man’s tongue disappeared. I whined loudly and grinded my ass in the air, needing to ride this out pathetically.

There’s a hand gently scratching my scalp but I was a mix of whines and moans, shaking as my ruined orgasm made me more sensitive and needy. I so desperately needed release, this felt so much worse than anything before. My entire body was a live wire and just the scratching at my scalp made me moan.

“Poor thing. Was that too much? I forget how much words affect that pretty little head of yours.” The boss man lies with a smile and a teasing tone. He scratched at my head some more and I moaned, grinding in the air, hoping the other man would come back.

His voice is distant now, directed to the others because it wasn’t for me. “Grab the usual.”

But his words stay with me, but not for too long. I had a small flare of jealously that others received this. I wanted to be the only one. I wanted to have all his attention.

There are footsteps that fade away but the boss man stays with me as my moans die out, fading as i continue to feel overly sensitive.

“Let’s get you on the table, okay?” His fingers gently rake through the length of my hair as he speaks soothingly. “It’ll be uncomfortable for a moment on the hard table, but I’ll make it up to you.”

His voice was so sweet to hear. He helped me stand up and guided me to sit and then lay down on my back on the table, on top of a few clothing articles. My breathing got deeper as he spread my legs open, my knees bent and in the air.

“I need to see how swollen she is.” He says looking directly at my twitching pussy.

He gets so close to it, I could feel his breathe on me. I couldn’t stop the soft moans and my hips from starting to grind up.

“Oh darling, I know.. But I need you to stay still for me. Can you do that?”

I whine and nod, stopping my attempts at getting his mouth on me. Feeling his breath still, he pulls apart my lips with both hands and blows a stream of air directly on my clit suddenly making me convulse with pleasure and nearly roll off the table.

“Aw look at your pretty clit! She’s so much more swollen than I expected!” He says with faux enthusiasm, but the words get into my head, making me pulse and twitch more.

Him referring to my clit like that stirs something in me and I need more.

“I bet I could make you come just by blowing on her, yeah?” His fingers move from spreading my lips to spreading out my pulsing, dripping hole.

“It’s so cute seeing your pretty hole flutter when it wants what I say. I bet it really just craves for my tongue to lap at it until you can’t think. Is that it? You want to be brain dead for your new master?”

His words made me pulse hard and moan out loud thinking about it. But his last words. It made me excited. I did want that. I wanted that so much. I started panting softly.

“Oh, that’s it..” his hands leave me, to my disappointment, but reappear gently against my cheek. “You’ll address me properly now, won’t you? You’ll be so good for your *master*.”

He drags out saying ‘master’ and it has me blushing like crazy as I look into his eyes in a mild daze.

“Go on. Use that pretty mouth if you have any words left for me.”

My bottom lip trembles but I overcome my embarrassment quick. “M-mmmaster.”

He smiles down at me and rubs his thumb over my cheek over and over. “That’s my good little girl.”

I smile big and feel myself pulse more. He’s actively unraveling me and giving me everything I’ve ever wanted.

“Oh, they’re back. Okay, you’re going to have to stay still, okay darling? You can do that for me?”

I nod my head as the footsteps reappear, leaning into his touch on my cheek. My sopping hole was still pulsing, craving any sort of contact.

He looked away from me and into the distance. “Perfect.” He purred then looked back at me, “Wanna get some fresh air, baby?”

I was torn. I wanted to come. I wanted to come to badly. I whine in response and I suddenly feel another presence. I look up to see the other girl behind my head.

Master removes his hand from my cheek but the girl scratches my hair with a soft smile looking down at my fucked out state. Her hands soon covered my eyes and she whispered, “Stay still, sweetheart. You’ll get what you want.” Her voice had an edge to it. It was like she knew how much I needed it.

Now with my vision blocked, I twitched when I felt a hand on each knee, pulling my legs apart again. Masters voice came next, “it’s just me, darling.” He caresses my knee soothingly and I breathe deep.

They’re all looking at my twitching pussy and the thought makes everything flutter even more and pulse harder. I felt master’s fingers trail down my thigh from my knee and let his two fingers trace the skin on either side of my pussy, getting dangerously close.

I’m moaning softly again, my hips trembling with want. He spreads my lips again and I feel myself pulse so hard, im pretty sure I thought I would come from this alone.

But then it happens, something touches my slick and almost shallows my hole, moving up and down without pushing in. I moan loudly at the foreign object and can’t stop myself from grinding my hips.

Quickly, my hips get held down with two strong hands as the object continues to move against me, threatening to go inside. I moan even louder, pulsing hard and trying to almost suck in the object.

Slowly, so very slowly, it gets pushed inside. I choke on a moan and am a mess of gasps and broken moans as it gets pushed further and further. It didn’t feel huge and didn’t stretch me out, but it was so long.

“That’s it, taking exactly whatever master gives you.” His words make my hole clench around the object and I cry out a deep moan, the pleasure shooting through me.

“You like being stuffed with little toys? Hm?” He starts moving the toy inside of me, angling it to press up where he usually scratches to find my g spot.

I’m a mess of moans and twitch and scream a little when the toy grazes over my sensitive spot, making me pant.

“There it is.” He sounded so enticing. So happy to have found my g spot, but doesn’t move the toy again.

I whine so loud, apparently the girl covering my eyes, moves a hand to pinch my nipple- hard.

I wince as I my body follows her hand pulling it up with a strong squeeze. “Shh. Be grateful.” A twist of my nipple, making my wince turn into a flood of moans. “Or would you rather he strap you in a machine and forget about you for days?”

My pussy pulsing hard around the toy that seems curved right against my g spot, making me moan louder and louder with each pulse. Her fingers let go of my nipple and that sensation rolls through me as well, the moans becoming frantic as I started twitching all over.

Masters hand rubs my inner thigh back and forth, “Stay as still as you can, okay darling? This is going to feel so good, but I can’t get it in position if you’re moving, okay?”

I nod my head, trying to breathe and stop my hips from moving even under the other man’s hold I assume.

My lips get spread again even further, exposing my clit. I pant and tense with a sharp gasp when I feel something else close around either side of my clit, slightly squeezing it.

My mouth hangs open as I moan over and over, but master continues, “just a little longer, baby…”

He sounded like he was working on a project, so focused.

Then I felt something ultra soft touch my clit, making me panicked and moan at the foreign feeling. I was so scared I needed to ask, “w-what I-is that..?!” I ask, my pussy twitching beyond my control.

“Your punishment.” Master says darkly.

The soft material wasn’t pressed up against my clit, but barely tickling me, making me feel so sensitive I couldn’t stop moaning as I twitched.

Master pulled down my legs and slipped on something to pull up over the toys, feeling like tight underwear.

At the same time, the hands on my hips and over my eyes disappear and I become a freely twitching mess on the table as I softly moan over and over. I quickly find masters eyes and I frantically speak, “it’s.. it’s touching m-my clit!” My hips were bucking at the feeling and I couldn’t stop it.

He moves closer to my face and smiles down at me. “Doesn’t it feel good?” He leans closer to my ear, “Doesn’t it feel good to have your clit tickled oh so lightly at every moment?” I moan loudly and shiver before he continues, “It’s too light to make you come, but it’ll get you so close to the edge, you’ll be writhing.” He says like a promise in my ear.

I moan loudly at the thought, but he starts helping me sit up, making my head go dizzy as I feel the toy inside press into my g spot even more. “Stand up, darling.” He gives me support as I stand, my legs shaking and my body still scantily covered. With each movement, my clit got brushed feather-like and it was driving me crazy.

He draped a long trench coat over my shoulders and moved to the front of me to zip it up. “Ready for some fresh air?” He says with a smile.

My eyes go wide as I look up at him.

He wraps an arm around my waist loosely and guides me to the door, the others walking ahead of us. I walk with calculated steps, the toy inside and on my clit making this excessively hard. After a few steps, not even out the door, I speak, “too.. much..”

“Oh baby.” He strokes my hair. “You can do it. It’s just a little walk to see how you behave in public! No one will get to you.”

I believed his words so willingly and kept walking with him to the exit door being held for us. I was still moaning with each step, but have been hiding it by looking away at the floor. I slipped my arms through the sleeves of the coat and brought one up to my mouth to bite a finger to hold in the moans.

Master just kept his arm around my waist and led us around the shadowy corridor around the building. It was a beautiful day out. The sun was out and the sky was blue. But my clit was being tortured with each step and I was feeling so very close to an orgasm.

I was slowly getting used to it after a few minutes of strolling quietly, and hesitantly pulled my hand away from my mouth. I breathed deep and shakily exhaled to avoid moans. But it only made my head get hazier as I pushed down the pleasure.

“That’s it. You see? Not so bad, right?” Master squeezes my waist a little and I lean against his chest for a moment, feeling so vulnerable and slipping deep into subspace.

He only held me closer and walked a touch slower. “You’re doing so well for me. I think I’ll reward you later. What do you think?”

I opened my mouth to talk but I couldn’t say anything. I closed it and nodded with a small ‘mhm’ sound while the image in front of me blurred.

He chuckles, “I think I’ll run you a warm bubble bath and brush your hair out while you relax in the water. I can also- hm.. do you like chocolates?”

I feel a flush of heat go through me, something like butterflies that settle in my stomach as I nod with a faint blush.

“Perfect. I’ll get you some of my favorite chocolates and lay you in bed. I’m sure your muscles will be so exhausted by the end of today.. how about I massage all that.. tension.. out, hm?” His thumb was caressing my side gently.

I blush again and nod. My mind was so hazy and the butterflies kept fluttering in my stomach. He was going to take care of me. He was going to keep me right here in subspace with everything that he did and I loved it so much.

He squeezes me against him and lets his hold relax again before leaning down to my ear. “And if you take your punishment like a good little girl and be obedient the rest of the day..” he has me hanging on his words, “then I guess I could lick up that pretty clit of yours before you fall asleep tonight. Or maybe I should wake you up like that? Hmmm..” he pulled away. “Decisions, decisions.”

I blush hard and cover my mouth to hide the audible moan that left me as I started panting and pulsing hard. That sort of thought made my insides go wild. I could barely keep it together.

He pulled me loosely along as he did before and I bit my hand again to hold in the moans. He made this so hard but I was loving it so much. I was so close but I was just out of reach. I held back from air humping in public but couldn’t stop twitching.

He chuckled in contempt and kept looking forward as I looked at the floor and blindly followed him.

It was only about two minutes later that I was being harshly pulled away from master and completely out of his grasp suddenly. My eyes went wide as I quickly looked at who had a death grip on my arm and was pulling me away quickly, making me almost stumble and making the toys inside of me bump into those sensitive areas and gasp.

It was him.

It was my boyfriend.

I realized I shouldn’t fight him. I should go with him. What I was falling into was.. bad I guess. But my entire body wanted to pull away and run back. But the embarrassment of that held me there. He looked down at me, “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

But my eyes were watering when I looked into his. I couldn’t tell if it was out of relief that he was safe or because I was sad I wasn’t going to get my bubble bath later.

“Excuse me.” Masters voice rang and my boyfriend was suddenly stopped by the other guy with a hand on his shoulder yanking him back to stop moving.

My thoughts drifted to how my boyfriend has no idea the man touching him now was licking me up moments ago, edging me to sweet insanity. I felt shame and embarrassment, but blushed all the same.

“Get the fuck off of me” my boyfriend pulled away and pulled me closer to him, making me softly moan which he overlooked.

But that was all the time master needed to be right in front of us. We were surrounded by the three and I felt my excitement grow, my pussy clench harder around the toy. I discreetly bit my hand and let my eyes roll back when my back was turned to my boyfriend.

“Oh, she likes this.” Master chuckles. “Tell me, who are you?” He looks above me at my boyfriend.

“None of your business.” He turns to leave and pulls me with him but is stopped again by the other man.

At this point, master had used the time to get a firm but gentle hold on my other arm. I looked up at him briefly before looking at my feet. I couldn’t decide. I wanted both. I didn’t want to decide.

But I think master already knew that.

“Let go of her!” My boyfriend yanks me but master holds on, trying to be gentle in his hold still. I gasp again, the toys shifting against me and making my vision blur slightly from the pleasure of moving so fast.

“How about we talk like two civilized people? Can’t you see she’s not even pulling away from me?”

My eyes widen at master’s words and I look at the ground frantically. The embarrassment was taking over and I was being yanked out of subspace. My heart raced and I was on the brink of hyperventilating. The only thing keeping me dazed was the soft feeling on my clit.

“Why would I talk to someone who kidnapped my girlfriend? Just let her go and I won’t tell the police.” He had both hands on my shoulders in a firm grip, almost hurting.

I clenched my teeth and kept my eyes on the ground.

“Kidnapped? She came willingly. She…” master paused, “…she couldn’t contain her excitement to be trained.” He said smoothly, making my cheeks turn a bright red.

“The fuck are you talking about? Did you fucking touch her?” My boyfriend quickly looked around to look at my face and spoke in a softer but panicked tone, “Baby, did they hurt you?”

I felt my breathing escalate and I looked away from him, from everyone.

“How about we solve this by her reaction? You see, she’s wearing a vibrator strapped to her pretty clit and has another inside her sopping hole.. neither of which is turned on.” master spoke like it was for me, making me pulse around the toy harder, but my boyfriends fingers dug into my shoulders making me wince. I instinctively pull away from him a little because of the pain.

“You’re fucking lying.” My boyfriend said more of a hope for himself.

“I am not. If she doesn’t come within 10 seconds then she may leave with you and I will not pursue.”

“Fuck you. Don’t you dare try to do anything to her.”

“Oh? And do you have an alternative method to let her decide?” His fingers squeezed slightly, but his thumb brushed against my arm soothingly where no one could see. “Her mind is a bit broken right now. She’d need to decide in a nonverbal sort of way.”

He was giving me an out. My chest tightened and butterflies came back.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath. And then into my ear he mumbled softly, “Please talk to me.”

I froze and didn’t move a muscle. I was so scared of embarrassment, I could barely breathe. I could never admit to my boyfriend how much I was enjoying this. He got scared the first and last time I slipped into subspace and I’ve been holding back ever since. Scared.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Master loosens his grip on my arm which makes me look up at him to see him take something out of his pocket. “Ten seconds.”

“No you ca-“

“Then I suggest you come up with an alternative. How are you so sure she wants to leave with you?” Master moves closer to us, his hand still gripping my arm. “Humor me.” He pauses, “What is the max amount you have edged her in a session?”

My cheeks burn. He hasn’t. He hasn’t ever.

“What do you mean?”

Master chuckles and looks at the other two. “Looks like we have our answer. Ten seconds.” He squeezes my arm. “Ready?” He was so close now. He held my forearm at his side now while my boyfriend was pressed up against my back and holding my shoulders.

I bite my lower lip and my boyfriend tries pulling me away again to no avail. “Dont.”

Suddenly, the toys on my clit started vibrating on either side of it, and the feather-like soft material started moving back and forth. It was softly brushing my clit up and down continuously. All at the same time, the toy inside of me started curling into my g spot repeatedly. All the sensations of sudden incredible pleasure hit me all at once and I doubled over, bending as I choked on a gasp and moan.

My boyfriend behind me loosened his hold in shock, allowing master to pull me closer to him and hold my head against his chest and scratch at my scalp. My boyfriend moved with me, and regained his grip on my shoulders.

“Six.. five..” master counted down.

I felt the orgasm barrel towards me. The ruined orgasm after all that edging earlier coupled with being on the edge while we walked for the past while was not a good combination for me to last over 10 seconds.

“Four.. three..” I felt my boyfriend squeeze my shoulders but it was far too late. I screamed as the orgasm took over me and instinctively clawed for the nearest thing- master’s clothes.

I moaned loudly and shook in both of their holds, finally being able to ride out my orgasm. I was so lost in it, I knew they were talking but I couldn’t even hear over the extreme pleasure. My moans came out ragged and depraved, like I needed this for survival.

I felt a few tugs as the orgasm died down but the toys kept going, overstimulating me. I screamed and looked up at master, “p-please stop!! T-too much!!”

“Oh darling,” he focused all his attention on me, “this is your punishment.” He moved his mouth to my ear, whispering so only I could hear, “But I’ll reward you so good later for choosing me.”

His words made me go delirious and moan loudly, gripping harder onto him as the overstimulation took over. He pulled me with him in a sharp tug and wrapped an arm around my waist, firmer this time.

“Stop it! She said to stop!” I heard his voice yell out with struggle and realize he isn’t holding me at all anymore.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Master stands up tall again. “This is her punishment for coming after 21 times of being edged when she knew it needed to be 50.”

“You’re sick.” He spat.

At my boyfriend’s words, I felt shame rise through me and tears prick my eyes as I tried to contain my breathing but was quickly starting to hyperventilate again, slipping out of the pleasure-filled haze. My grip on master faltered as I trembled from the words of my boyfriend. Am I sick for liking this? For wanting this? For wanting him to do this to me?

Master had leaned down and was whispering in my ear again, “Don’t think, let me handle that.” He caressed my hair and whispered again after I nodded subtly, “Color?”

I thought about it all. And even after everything he’s giving me an out. A way to stop all of this. A reminder. “Just nod your head, okay? Red?”

“What the fuck are you saying to her you bastard?! Get away from her!”

I kept my head still but tried to hold in moans as the toys were building up another orgasm.

“Yellow?” I clenched my teeth but stayed still.

I heard the smile in his voice, “Green?”

I nodded and immediately screamed as the vibrations turned up and my g spot got grazed faster. The soft material on my clit made it feel so unreal and sensitive beyond belief.

“That’s my girl.” He stands up tall again. I shake in his arms from blinding pleasure and a warmth blooming in my chest.

“Baby! Don’t listen to him! Please, don’t believe anything he says! I’ll get you out of this! I’ll-“

“Alright, that’s enough out of you. Since you’re not happy with the outcome, and since I am a very fair man, I will present an alternative where you will finally see that she has already decided.”

“What..?”

Master scoffs in disbelief.

“Did you know how much this girl craved to call you master?”

A beat. But my moans were the only thing filling the silence. I was biting my hand hard and felt hot. Hot shame.

“Did you know how much she wanted to submit to you? And yet here she is, submitting to me..” the connotation that I also call him master left the air tense.

The second orgasm quickly approached and I searched for a new grip on masters clothes. “I-i.. im!! I’m gonna..!”

The words came out before I could think. I was being watched as I unraveled and I was making it known to everyone without even realizing.

“Shh that’s it. Focus on how gently your clit is being caressed while being pinched between two vibrators. It feels so good doesn’t it? Come so hard for everyone to see, darling.”

His words make my orgasm crash through me but the thought of everyone watching me succumb to another orgasm fills me with embarrassment. I moan loudly and scream as i come, my legs shaking and giving out. But master supports me, holding me up by my waist.

“Oh that’s it, ride it out.” He brushes my hair with his fingers. “Does it look like she wants you?”

I’m a moaning mess and start screaming and twitching in his arms, trying to get away from the overstimulating pleasure strapped to me so well. I look up at him again, “s-sensitive!! P-please s-stop it!! I’ll be good I’ll be good!!” I beg, my mind turning hazy again as the pleasure overwhelms me.

“Please what?”

I blush hard and whine, “p-please… master!!”

He looks away from me and towards my boyfriend before pulling out the remote and clicking a button. It made everything buzz harder and move faster. I doubled over again and he caught me in his arms, this time turning me to face my boyfriend by holding my back to his chest as my legs gave out.

My boyfriend was being held in place by the other two, looking furious. I blushed hard and looked down, but bit my hand to hold in a few moans.

“Let her go!” He almost chants.

“I’m getting bored of this. Take him back. We have a walk to go on.”

“No! No let her go!! I’ll fucking kill you! Don’t hur- mmph!”

I look up to see him struggle against the man holding a cloth over his mouth and nose before he passed out.

“Dont worry..” Master almost sang to me as he lowered the vibrations to its lowest setting. “He won’t get hurt. And I have a feeling you’d like it if he was forced to watch.”

I moan loudly and bite my arm instead, trying desperately to be quiet.

“I thought so. Now then, I want to enjoy the beautiful day with you. On your feet.”

He helps me balance on my feet as I tremble and the others leave with my boyfriend going the way we came.

He had a firm grip on my waist as we started to walk. My eyes were glazed over and people started to walk by. I would cover my face as if it was too sunny in the shade and try to walk a little bit straighter.

But i don’t know how convincing I was.

My third orgasm was already approaching much slower than the others.

“Darling?”

I look up at him, hazy.

“Let’s sit on that bench over there.”

He points and I look as I breathe deeply and chew on my finger. It was a crowded area with benches strewn about a garden. I look back at him with worry and whine softly as I press into him.

“What’s wrong? Scared that it’ll press harder into your g spot when you sit?” He leans closer to my ear, “because it will.”

I shiver and whine more. He already started pulling me along and I took a few shaky breaths as we moved. When we reached the bench he sat easily and I watched.

“People will look if you don’t sit.”

I begrudgingly turn to sit next to him and instantly feel my g spot get ravaged even harder as my ass touches the seat.

My breath hitches but I manage to get away with a blush as he wraps an arm around my shoulders.

“I want to feel you come.” And then everything turned up two notches.

I bent over on the seat and held my stomach, feeling the pleasure push me into a third orgasm. Still bent over, I bite my finger discreetly and let my eyes roll back as the waves roll through me and I try to enjoy it. I didn’t realize how I was rocking on the seat, mimicking the motion the toy inside was making while it was hitting my g spot over and over.

“Stay still, darling. You’re in public” he reminds me.

I stop my rocking and feel the overstimulation come again, worse than before. I frantically look at him and whisper. “P-please master..! Too much!”

“It’s not too much if you’re still speaking.” He smiles at me and my lip quivers as I feel shocks of pleasure zip through me. I quickly resort to burying my face in his chest and blocking out my view of the world while I panted and bit my lip hard to prevent moans from slipping out.

He starts to gently rub my back in a soothing motion as if consoling me. “There you are. All you need is me.” He whispers. “Such a pretty girl needs her master to give her unbelievable pleasure, yeah? She needs someone who understands her little whines. Someone to edge her to the brink of insanity and then overstimulate.”

His words only make me shake more. I imagine it looks like I’m crying to him to the outside observer. My pussy pulses with each word making the next orgasm build up quick.

“You want to stay with master right? Is that why you came in seven seconds?”

I slowly nod my head against him, my mind so lost in the pleasure. I pushed into him hard, feeling so close again.

“Then come seven times. Show me how much you love what I do to you.”

At his words, I come a fourth time, holding onto him hard and biting my lip to hold it all in while my eyes roll back. I shake against him and he holds me tight, as if bracing me.

He keeps whispering dirty things into my ear as I stay hidden against him, riding out each orgasm into overstimulation until the seventh approaches. He squeezes my shoulders and slowly guides me off of him, giving me time to wipe my face and the stupid fucked-out expression I must be making.

He wipes my tears with a thumb and the vibrations lower a bit. His voice is soft, “I want to see you come so pretty in the pretty flowers.” He moves closer, holding the back of my head, “I want to see you ascend when you realize you yourself are but a pretty little flower.”

His hand brushes my face and I can’t help but blush as I was catching my breath.

He just complimented me back to back to back and my head was too hazy to think of anything but dumbly smile.

”Let’s go. And no coming before we get there.”

I nod and he stands up, gently helping me up onto my shaky feet and wrapping his arm firmly around my waist again. We walk towards the gardens and I see a section with rows and rows of tall flowers of all kinds. Some people were laying down, others were walking at the ends. But I was being guided into a row at the farther end. My orgasm was kept at bay, but I felt so sensitive.

His arms left me and I looked over to see master sitting down, guarded by the flowers. He raised his hands to guide me down and into his lap. With my back to his chest, this feels awfully similar to how we met, stirring up my insides and making me bite my lip.

There was no one around in this area but people could definitely walk by. His hand reached around me and unzipped the coat partially, fully making me freak out.

He slips a hand inside and finds my nipple, still pinched between clamps and brushing against lace. He rubs it through the lace and makes me gasp, but my head gets thrown back into his chest when the vibrations get higher than they’ve been before.

“Give me one more, my pretty little flower.”

I can hear the smile in his voice. But his delicate finger moving to my other nipple, the toys buzzing and brushing my clit, and the toy grazing my g spot constantly had my eyes rolled back as i covered my face with my hands, hiding myself from passerby’s.

“None of that. Hands down. Now.”

I whine and he tugs on the clamp, making me lurch. “Or no orgasm. And no reward later. I don’t reward bad girls.”

I whine more as I hesitantly pull my hands away and cross them against myself, trying to stabilize.

“Good. My god you’re so good. Now come. Come pretty girl. My pretty flower.” The vibrations turn up but my g spot is being absolutely abused. I bite my hand to hold in a scream and feel the orgasm barrel towards me.

Before I knew it, I was convulsing in his lap and coming so hard as he whispered how pretty I looked in my ear. Telling me how proud he was. How good I did.

“Such a pretty petal coming in my lap like this.”

“I’m so proud of my little girl. She did so good she’s coming so pretty.”

At the first whine and scared overstimulated twitch, he turned it all off. I let out a huge breath of relief and immediately felt the exhaustion and the subspace come back. His total control over me made me delirious once the orgasm died down. I was less worried about being seen coming and relaxed into subspace.

He held me so close and showered me with praise, “Oh, you did so good! My little girl won’t come before she’s allowed to. She’s so good and so pretty. Just a pretty little flower for me to adorn. You like that? Being my pretty little flower? Being all mine?”

I was a blushing mess and had gone completely nonverbal. His words pushed me deeper and deeper into subspace. I was like putty in his hands. My lips quivered and I really tried to talk but closed my mouth when words wouldn’t come out.

“Pretty girl too lost for words? It’s okay. I know everything you need. And right now..” he drags, turning me to look at him with a smile, “my pretty girl needs a little treat, doesn’t she?”

My eyes light up and he instantly chuckles. “You’re just the cutest.” His arms wrap around me tight and he pulls me down on top of him as he lays back in the grass, tall flowers on either side of us.

He holds me close as I lay on top of him and stare into the blue sky with a few clouds. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

I take a breath and relax but im still softly moaning very low moans because of aftershocks and everything still attached to me. I didn’t even realize how tense I was. I looked to my right and saw pink tulips. I smiled and looked at each and every one of them, trying to relax.

His hands rake through my hair and I close my eyes, letting go once more. Melting into him.

I was safe here.

A hand of his leaves me and reaches out to the flowers, his fingers brushing against the vibrant green stems. He picks one with a quick snap and rolls hit between his fingers, knowing I was watching. The whole ordeal making me pulse around the toy inside of me and causing me to let out a soft moan without thinking.

Then, he places the tulip in my hands as I fumble to hold it. “You know..”

He starts, as if he’s deciding if he should tell me or not. “You’ve been the easiest to train. Have you had a master before?”

I feel myself pulse again and my eyes roll a bit before I shake my head, no. But, I couldn’t help the flare of jealously fill me. Knowing there were others. I felt the need to prove myself. To be the best.

As if reading my thoughts, his fingers glide into my hands. Finding them fisted and full of anger, he pried them apart but made sure to keep the flower in one of my hands. His fingers interlaced with one of mine and he squeezed.

“I’ve yet to find a toy I want to keep.” He pauses and my breath stills. “I either return them to their normal lives… or they beg for a new master. To which I oblige.”

I still wasn’t breathing. Had I done something wrong? Was he ready to discard me already? I felt tears prick my eyes and being in subspace made them instantly stream silently down my cheeks. I stared up at the blue sky. This is it. I should enjoy what I have.

But then a sniffle gives me away.

He stiffens, a rare show of real emotion. “Darling?” He uses a free hand to prop himself up and looks down at me, hiding my face but my tears rushing out now. “Oh darling..” he sits up fully now and positions me so I’m sitting across his lap and he can cradle me, releasing my hand in the process.

Just me and my master in a flower field.

I can’t look at him, im so scared of losing this when I just got it. I don’t want to go back. How could I? Especially after that spectacle in front of my boyfriend.

He held me close and shushed me. “Tell me, darling, do you wish for me to keep you?”

I nod without hesitation, sniffling and rubbing my eyes with my coat sleeves, clutching onto the flower he gave me.

“Then I will. I think I finally found a toy to train beyond what I’ve been able to previously. I want to push my flowers limits. But first, I need to find them, don’t I?”

I feel my pussy clench hard to which I let out another soft moan.

“Your sweet cunt can’t lie to me. I should speak to her instead.”

His words made me lightheaded as the sadness turned back into excitement. I bite my lip and close my eyes.

“That’s it.. slip back into it. I control you. I make your decisions. I’ll keep you here and break you over and over just to soothe you before breaking you again.”

His words were getting to me and pushing me deep into subspace. But small soft moans left me over and over.

“My perfect girl. Let’s get you some icecream, yeah? You’ve been doing so well for me.” His thumb brushed the tears under my eyes and I looked up at him.

I misread the situation. He was saying he wanted me. He wanted me to lose control and push me. He actually wanted to take care of me. Have I been that starved, I immediately thought he would toss me aside after all this?

Suddenly, I screamed and pressed my face into his chest. The vibrator on my clit started rumbling with maddening speed.

After a few seconds it stopped and I caught my breath.

“You were looking off into space, darling. I had to bring you back to me.” A hint of possessiveness plagues his tone and I blushed, looking back up at him.

I finally appreciated him. How beautiful he was.

“Let’s get you a little something. Up we go.”

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