ng Ep. 07
CONTENT WARNING: This is a story about an abusive relationship between two men. It involves elements of blackmail, gender play, domination, elements of DD/lg, emotional dependency, image theft, long sessions of anal sex, and an itchy leather collar. The story is entirely imaginary and although abusive relationships are a fun concept to play with in fiction, they are not fun at all in reality. Escape abusive relationships in your lives and stay slutty!
***
I woke up late on Saturday morning and Mister was already gone. My bed was in the terrible state we had left it before exhaustion made us fall asleep. I was feeling sore and tired, but a bath would put me back in shape. I crawled out of bed, moaning, and grabbed my thong on the floor, sliding into it. The G-string fit between my butt cheeks nicely. I felt more comfortable wearing these than my old boxers and shorties. Besides, it's not like Mister gave me lots of choice, and they were more practical with the cage. Leaving the spacey room, I found my way into the vast bathroom and its mirrored walls. I turned on the water as hot as possible and while the bath was filling up threw my bedsheets in the laundry. I had to wash my sheets often when Mister's wife was on holiday, as she was now. We had met once. She had been very nice to me, but her eyes had remained cold. It must be tough to meet all of your husband's girlfriends, boyfriends, and toys, I had thought.
I slipped into the burning bath, seeing my reflexion all around: I wasn't used to my longer hair yet, but I liked the looks Mister had chosen for me very much. I had always been a girly boy, but I was never bimbo-ish until I got to live with him: he wanted me to keep thin and to work out, especially to keep a round bubble butt, and I had gotten used to makeup and lipstick, as well as being hairless. And I did the feminising voice exercises that he had gotten me. But right now, what looked at me in the mirror was a tired face: black tears from my ruined mascara, undone hair and traces of dried cum and saliva on my face. 'You look like a cheap bitch,' my reflexion told me, and immerged myself.
An hour later I was more presentable and feeling a new... whatever it was I was. Person. I slipped out of the bathroom naked and went to grab some clothes, settling for a white laced crop top and bright pink pum-pum shorts over another G-string. No reason to be formal, I didn't plan on going out today, and the shorts' colour matched my new nails pretty well. Finally dressed, and having changed my bedsheets, I went for breakfast.
Ever since Mister had convinced me to settle into this weird relationship, he had housed me very comfortably. I now lived in a fancy little apartment in a luxury block right in the booming centre of the city. I still went to college, but working shifts and money issues were behind me. Mister saw to my needs, and I saw to his.
The flat was very cosy, for the style someone dating Mister had to have: it was all soft cushions and sweet fabrics, mirrors, cute little decorations, bright colours, candles, perfumed foams and plush little comforters. Of course, there also were handcuffs, paddles and many many sex toys hidden around, and Mister had decided to frame some of his favourite pictures of me around the flat, rotating them occasionally. The apartment itself had a kitchen, living room, two bedrooms and a bathroom, but the building also had a spa and a gym. I was living like a princess.
***
I fell onto the couch and turned on my phone. Mel had been texting me. She was my age, and the girlfriend of one of Mister's group of deviant older dom daddies. But while I had found myself with Mister through a weird succession of harassment and games, she had just been on the prowl for a rich dom to have fun with. We went along very well, and Mister often took me on double dates with them. I ringed her.
'Heyyyyy bitch!' she always talked in a slow, slightly nasal, bimbo-ish voice. I could hear some noise behind her, as if she was in a crowded room. 'Took you long enough to call back!'
'Hi Mel,' I mumbled in a sleepy voice. 'What's up? I thought after last night you wouldn't be up so early...' Cocktails and a night out with her sugar daddy usually meant she would be in bed until the afternoon, not necessarily sleeping.
'I know... but there was an important phone call and a meeting... he had to leave right when we came back.'
I flipped on my back, looking at the ceiling, trying to figure out what the noise was. Like muffled voices? 'Poor you, no fun last night then?''
'Who said that I didn't have fun?' she giggled. Before I had the time to ask what she meant, she activated voice chat.
'Holy f...' I gasped.
Mel's face was occupying most of the screen, looking up at it. She was wearing a very pretty laced bodysuit which I had seen her wear several times before. It made her tits look awesome (which was easy). And she was riding a guy, slowly moaning under the pillow she had put on his face, arched and sweaty, and very clearly balls deep inside of her.
'Mel! What the fuck!'
She giggled again, casually grinding on the guy, 'What, you've never seen a cock before?' She clawed gently with her other hand at the muscular torso of the guy, who moaned even louder. 'You should baby girl, it's delicious. We've been at it since yesterday. He's very prolific.' She winked.
'It's not that... that's... that's not him!...'
'I know it's not babe, so what? Oh no take it slow daddy... calm down... I don't want you to come yet.' She had said that last sentence to whoever was under the pillow, slowing down her grinding.
'You cheat on your sugar daddy?' I had almost yelled that one.
She stopped her grinding for a moment, 'It's not really cheating if he doesn't know, is it?'
'Of course it is!' I gasped, not entirely sure if I was annoyed, shocked, or jealous. This guy seemed jacked. She started grinding on him a bit quicker, letting a little moan out. She wasn't listening to me. 'Mel... Mel...?' she just moaned a bit louder and grinded faster. She was incredibly sexy, I thought to myself. Suddenly she just tilted her head back and let out something between a moan and a chuckle, stopping dead while the guy under her was arching even more and yelling through the pillow. They were silent for a few seconds, and she started breathing again.
'Sorry baby... you were saying?' she asked lowering the phone to her face. I sighed.
'You really are terrible... did you do all that just to mess with me and make me horny? You know I have Mister's pills for that...'
She smiled. 'Did it work? I could introduce you to my friend here if you wanted... or to my new strap-on...' Mel knew I found her attractive and she knew only Mister had a key to the cage.
'Just... stay out of trouble, Mel. I'd hate to stop seeing you.'
'Oh you won't... and you'll call me Daddy too someday.' That was her catchphrase. But she knew Mister and I had a very binding agreement.
'Talk to you later, silly.' I blew the phone a kiss and hung up.
***
I put the phone down and sighed. She and my now usual diet of fuzzy brains pills had gotten me excited again, and my mind drifted to last night, coming back from the bar with Mister, his arm lying on my shoulders in the car while we were driving home, me riding on his lap and the long making out session we had while the chauffeur - the same who had picked me up to drive me to the hotel that first night - utterly ignored us. I could feel him getting hard between my leg and against my own constrained excitement. His lips against mine, his tongue in my mouth. His taste of whisky and tobacco mixing with my flavour of red berries and wine. His hand in my hair, crawling down my back, down my spine, down my thigh and up my dress. His middle finger finding their way in my panties, following their rim, pinching them aside in a moment, rubbing gently between my cheeks while I was sighing in a half-demanding, half-complaining voice, and gently but surely pop-popping softly inside me. Like everything with Mister, his fingers were big.
'There there. Good girl.' he had gently told, while I gasped on his lap, holding me against him. 'You know you'd better relax and let me.'
'B... but you're so...' I had moaned, swooning.
He giggled, 'You never get used to anything.' another knuckle had entered me, rubbing dangerously close to my sweet spot, which was becoming extremely sensitive since the cage.
'It's not my fault...' I couldn't help but rub gently against him, getting hornier.
'I know,' he had grinned, 'that's why you're fun, you never stop reacting like a virgin. Now hush, or we'll need the gag at home.'
On the couch, I was now kneeling and swinging my hips gently, remembering that night. As usual I felt my body wanting to get hard, but unable to. If I had known just months earlier that simply logging in to a dirty chat room would lead me to be grabbing onto a man's shoulders, moaning loudly while he fingered me in his fancy car on our way back to my flat, or thinking about him on the couch he had bought because he thought fucking me doggystyle on it would look nice, would I have done it? Probably, to be honest. I thought about going back to my room and taking a cold shower. That would be the sensible thing to do. Or I could text Mister...
'Hola babydoll. Working. Still alive after yesterday? ;)' his reply came after a minute.
'Cheeky. I was thinking about you. Will you be home later?'
'Wish I could, but I'm seeing my in-laws.'
I turned on the TV's camera and took a couple of pics using my phone. On one of them, a very horny young slut was looking desperately at the camera, their round butt pushing against the fabric of their pink shorts and their curly black hair begging to be pulled. They had pulled their thong way above the shorts' upper rim. I sent him the pic: 'Pretty please? I'll suck your dick.'
'Isn't that yummy... but I really can't. I got to be with my family.'
I resisted the urge of telling him I could be his family. I knew when he wasn't in the mood to play. 'Too bad... I love you!'
'Attagirl.'
I sighed again. Now I was thinking about arriving home and pulling Mister to my bed, and the sweet hours that had followed, feeling him weight on me, his hands grabbing my hips, his cock ravaging me from within, his thumb sliding between my lips to get sucked, his balls in my mouth and the taste of his cum on my tongue. And always, minutes after he came on or in me, feeling him hard again against my butt, and complaining, 'Again???' while he started flipping me on my back, or on his lap, or pushing my face down the pillows.
Now I was all red-faced and puffy cheeked, hot and bothered. I went to the room and grabbed my biggest, thickest dildo.
https://www.lecremedelacrumb.com/slow-cooker-creamy-beef-stroganoff/comment-page-24/
https://www.longisland.com/profile/haqihise
https://localwiki.org/Users/fudufuri
https://www.lumberjocks.com/muduqode
https://www.loverslab.com/topic/808-animated-gifs/page/470/
https://www.lolhentai.net/picture?/18101-lulu2/tags/45-gif
https://www.livingwellspendingless.com/turn-breakdowns-into-breakthroughs/