(NSFW) Story of Sophie: Adoption of a Sex Slave
Chapter 1
A beautiful blonde woman in a black latex catsuit lounges lazily on a velvet couch, surrounded by BDSM furniture and fixtures. A dungeon of sorts.
She rubs her finger up and down the latex catsuit that hugs her curves in all the right places. Her suit squeaks and squeals under the subtle pressure of her soft finger tips. Her fingers dance their way down her chest towards her pussy.
Slowly. Slowly
She savors every second of the journey. Finally, her fingers make it to their destination. She begins to rub her pussy more vigorously as she could feel her crotch moistening with the rising pleasure caused by her fingers' swirling motion. With her other hand, she reaches up and gropes her breasts. Eventually, her hand begins to pinch her erect and aroused nipples through the latex.
Squeak, squeal, swirl, grope, pinch. Rinse and repeat.
Squeak, squeal, swirl, grope, pinch.
She begins to moan. Soft and quiet at first then gradually the only noise that filled the dungeon was the piercing cries of a beautiful woman close to climax.
Closer. Closer.
Louder. Louder.
RRRRRRRRRIIIINNNGGGGG
An alarm goes off, indicating her time is up.
Sophie (our golden haired deviant) glances at the clock.
11:45 AM
“Fuck, I was sooo fucking close”, she thinks to herself.
Sophie is an aspiring Dominatrix and this is part of her process. You see, at noon she has an appointment with her first real client. Sophie loves the idea of humiliating subs, and what could be more humiliating for a sub than to inhale the aroma of lustful pussy juice mixed with sweat, cooked to perfection within her latex suit? Not to mention, Sophie is now super turned on.
The thing about Sophie is that when she is horny she genuinely becomes a “Bitch in Heat”. A ravenous animal who will stop at nothing to get what she wants (which for all intents and purposes, is to cum).
Sophie sighs as she gets up to cross the room to turn off the alarm. “Might as well get a few things ready” she thinks to herself.
As she walks around the dungeon gathering her favorite toys, she can feel her pussy juice dribble down her leg, lubing her thighs and her ass cheeks. She gleams, adoring the feeling of the orgasm inside her waiting (quite impatiently) to erupt .
“God, I wish there was a way to feel like this forever” she laments to herself as she places a XL cherry red ball gag with a locking buckle down on the sofa she had just been edging herself upon.
“No worries though, I guess, I’ll just have this bitch boy get on his knees and eat me out as soon as I have him through the door” she muttered as she directed her attention towards the nightstand next to the sofa. She opens the drawer and delicately removes a roll of microfoam tape. Also in the drawer rests a pile of her smelly used panties. Sophie smiles at the pile she lovingly refers to as her “Gagging Pile” She then directs her attention to the roll of white tape in her hand. Her lashes flutter as visions of all the possibilities that could be achieved with such a roll. She raises the roll slowly to her nostrils and takes a whiff. The intoxicating aroma of the adhesive and microfoam overwhelm her senses and her eyes roll back in her head with pleasure.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Sophie is immediately ripped out of the euphoric state of ecstasy she found herself in (much to her dismay). “This must be my little boy toy for the evening” she smirks to herself. She clears her throat, straightens her hair, then confidently struts across the dungeon floor as she makes her way to the door. She exhales with exhilaration, trying to shake the nerves of anticipation. She opens the door to reveal a man in his mid thirties dressed in black and carrying a toolbag. He’s fairly well built and put together. It would be hard for Sophie to emasculate him, but she liked to think she was up for the challenge.
“Good Evening, Slave” she purrs as she leans seductively against the doorframe to the now open door. “Why don”t you come inside where the real fun is?”
“Good evening Mistress Sophie, I can’t wait to get started. I feel like we’ve been talking online for ages” the Slave stated excitedly. “I brought a few toys of my own if you’d like to give them a try?”
Sophie smirks as her fingers begin to play with her luscious blonde hair. “Oh that is so cute my little pet. Such an eager little slut. Eager to please your Mistress. I like that. How about you step inside and we can get started”
The Slave nods as he enters the apartment. As he walks past Sophie, she gets the chance to really take him in. “Omg, he’s so tall,” she thinks to herself, feeling her pussy begin to twitch, reawakening her previously denied orgasm. “And… are those muscles he’s hiding under his shirt? Oh, this is going to be fun” she thinks to herself as she closes and locks the door behind her.
Slave turns and smiles at his Mistress. “Mistress, I have a surprise for you, something to commemorate what will hopefully be the first of many sessions for us” he says, reaching into his bag. “But, because it’s a surprise, you’ll need to turn around before I can give it to you”.
Sophie blushes as she smiles. “What a sweet little slave, a gift for me? I almost feel bad about all the devious plans I have for you and your body” she coos as she turns around as instructed. “You know, its not often a Mistress will be taking orders from a little bitch like you” she says.
“Well, good thing you won’t be a Mistress for long” the slave states, dropping the submissive act. Suddenly, a white cloth is clamped over Sophie’s face from behind as the smell of chloroform invades her nostrils. Sophie screams into the cloth as her curvy latex clad body bucks and struggles to free herself from the muscular man’s grip.
Struggling, screaming. Struggling, screaming. Her lashes flutter as consciousness slips from her grasp. Suddenly, Sophie goes limp in the man’s arms as the world fades to black.
Chapter 2
Michael was a pervert, through and through. Any devious fantasies you could conjure in your mind, odds are Michael had already had them as well as acted them out.
Michael’s first experience with BDSM came when he was 18. He was on a date with this thick busty little latina he had met at a bar his first week in college. She was a real personality when she had crossed paths with him. They shared drinks and flirted, and eventually they went home together. That was the last anyone had seen of her. Anyone, except Michael. See, Michael has always had a fantasy for owning a sex slave, one dressed head to toe in latex, a gimp if you will.
Michael took one look at her bubble butt squeezed into her leather pants and knew she was exactly what he was looking for. The girl had no idea that her life was about to change for the worse.
The girl woke up the next morning feeling quite groggy, par for the territory for a night out drinking. She tries to blink herself awake only to realize she is wearing some kind of blindfold or mask. She tries to call out but her voice is silenced by a large panel gag crammed and locked between her lips. She grunts in frustration. At this point she is fully panicking as she has discovered that her arms and legs are not only covered in rubber, but are bound quite unforgivingly. She struggles to stand, but both the collar anchoring her to the floor and her ballet boots refuse her the ability. She quietly sobs and murmurs to herself.
“I hope you have found your accommodations comfortable Raquel.” Michael says, as he had been watching her from his bed.
Raquel whips her head in the direction of the voice and shouts angrily into her gag, recognizing him as the boy she had gone home with from the bar. She bucks wildly within her restraints, her fiery side exposing itself.
“ Now, now. Don’t tire yourself out trying to escape. Especially not at this point. I’m going to be blunt with you. Whatever old life you had, is over. You are property and you belong to me” Michael states matter of factly as he crosses the room and kneels down next to her. Raquel whimpers as she can feel Michael reach out and pinch her exposed nipples. She screams into her gag once more before Michael violently clamps his hand down on her mouth.
“I’m sorry, did I say you could make noise? I don’t recall having done so?” Michael taunts as he is now pinching much harder as well as twisting her nipple. Tears flow down Raquel’s hidden cheeks as her nostrils flare like a wild bull. “Now, I want you to tell me, without talking, that you are going to do everything I say. If you do, by the end of the day you will be home safe and sound. Do you like the sound of that, slave?” Michael hissed. Raquel nods her head, nostrils still flaring, Michael’s hand still clamped on her mouth and gag. “ Good Girl” he says deviously.
That was Raquel’s first day as a slave and Michael’s first day as a slave owner. That was almost 15 years ago. By the end of that day, Michael had NOT kept up his end of the bargain. Raquel was NOT returned home, and she certainly hasn’t been safe and sound, not since she left the bar that night. And, despite her best efforts, after years of training she eventually submitted to Michael’s desires and had become quite the commendable sex slave. After all the bondage, the fucking, the sucking, the slapping, and pinching, she eventually even began to enjoy her predicaments. Her mind had been broken.
Now, Michael had always had a handful of slaves through the years. All kidnapped, minus a few who simply adored the idea of being kept in captivity simply chasing the high of bondage. Most of them had been sold off, but Michael had always kept Raquel, almost as a trophy of his first ever conquest. At this point in their dynamic, the two had even developed a relationship of sorts. It was attraction to Michael that put Raquel where she was in the first place. Occasionally, Michael would ease up on her restraints and simply tie her hands behind her back and that was the extent of her restraints that day. He certainly had a soft spot for her as well. Which is why one night, when Michale had removed Raquel’s gag after a day spent in a brutal hogtie and the tightest of nipple clamps and she had told him, not how much she was suffering but instead “Master, please. I would love another slave to suffer with. A sister of sorts” rather than smacking her across the face for speaking out of turn he smiled softly at her. “I’ll see what I can do, my pet.”
The next day, Michael logged onto Fetlife on one of his burner accounts. This specific one he had been impersonating a submissive male seeking a strong Dominatrix. It was just chance that the first reply to his personal ad would be Sophie. Michael found himself erect the moment he laid eyes upon her. The way her golden hair fell on her petite shoulders, the sexy beautiful curves of her body, and the look on her face that exposed who she really was immediately; a sub. Now, maybe Sophie didn’t know it, but Michael sure did. After 15 years of collecting, binding, and raping women, he knew the look of submission waiting to emerge.
He shot her a message.
She messaged back, doing her best impression of a confident Mistress.
He saw right through it.
This cycle continued for a few weeks, usually with Raquel sucking Michael off under the desk as he typed away, arms roped unforgivingly behind her back. The thought of having a sex slave sister only caused her cock sucking skills to become more enthusiastic in nature.
There were some nights where Michael would play a slideshow he had rigged of all the pictures of Sophie he had stolen off the internet, whether it was Fetlife, Reddit, or her personal socials he had found. As the slideshow played, Raquel would be bound tightly on the ground, an inflatable ass plug shoved in her behind inflated nearly to the max, a XXL dildo shoved and roped to stay in her pussy, a vibrator taped to her leg, nipple clamps anchoring her to the floor. Her nostrils were pulled tight against her face via nosehooks that were tied off to her toes, keeping her in the tightest of hogties. In addition, she wore a massive ring gag, perfect for when Michael would walk by and have her clean his boots or feet with her tongue. Not to mention of course, her arms were rigged in a chicken wing tie, keeping them useless for the time that she was like this (usually 5 hours at least).
Now, this may sound like a terrible way to spend an evening (or a day) but not for Raquel, not anymore at least. Michael had done such a good job with her training that being in bondage was the only way Raquel felt normal. And these sessions of watching her soon to be sister were integral because the mixed the sensory overload of having her holes stuffed and limbs bound with the visions of the unsuspecting girl she would soon be sharing her bondage lifestyle with. Raquel knew deep down that part of the arousal came from the shame that she enjoyed seeing these victims roped (for lack of better term) into the lifestyle in the same way she was.
Finally, the day had come for Michael to meet with Sophie. Before he left, he made sure to bind Raquel in a manner fit for the first impression he intended Sophie to have of her new sister when he got her back to his place.
Frogtied on the floor, dressed head to toe in latex, Raquel bubbled with anticipation. In her mouth, Michael had strapped a 6 inch penis gag that was currently tickling the back of her throat. Her arms were encased in a new leather armbinder chained to the cuffs attached to her ankles. Her crotch zipper was undone, exposing her already dripping pussy. Michael kneeled down and caressed her hooded head. Her eye lashes flutter as she nuzzles her hooked nose against his crotch. Michael could never resist her. “Ok, my dear, but then I have to get going. We don’t want to keep your sister waiting.” Michael unbuckles his pants and exposes his fully erect cock. Raquel’s eyes grow wide, seeing her prize right in front of her face. Michael rubs the cock up and down her latex covered face slowly, then lets it hang right under her nostrils. She takes a deep inhale of his musk and presses the head against the exterior panel of the gag, forcing the dildo deeper down her throat. She looks up at Michael with her puppy dog eyes, pleading silently for something they both want. Michael smiles as he unbuckles the gag and slowly removes it, inch by inch the silicone dildo leaves her mouth followed by a stream of saliva.
“Thank you Sir, oh god yes thank y-” Raquel is cut off as Michael violently shoves his cock down her throat until her nose is against his tummy. She moans softly. She sucks, vigorously. Slurping and sucking, she is reminded of when she had been first abducted; this was the only food she had been given for months. Her pussy dripped at the thought of her experience and how her sister would soon be going through the same thing.
When Michael had finished, he gagged her back up followed by a blindfold over her deep brown eyes. She mewled behind the layer of rubber as he fingered her pussy, lubing his finger with her juices. He rubbed her cum all over her face and her snout like nose then smacked her. He then kissed her on her latex covered forehead as she mewled with satisfaction. He grabbed his bag of toys, rope and chloroform, and left her dripping in the dark.
Chapter 3
Darkness. Total darkness. That’s what Sophie woke up to and no matter how much she blinked, the darkness stayed.
“HHMMPH” she cried out, or at least tried to. Locked in her mouth seemed to be some kind of spherical object. This is MY ball gag!!, she thinks to herself. The thought of it makes her stomach flutter. Her pussy twitches. Sophie shakes off whatever these confusing feelings are. “HEWWOOOUU” she calls out, an ample stream of drool dribbles down her chin. She tries to reach up and remove the gag but her arms are bound behind her back, elbows pinned together, growing number by the second. Sophie sobs quietly. She tries to stand but she seems to have some kind of collar around her neck leashed to something low on the ground. Where the fuck am I? What did that creep do to me?? Sophie’s mind races with questions. Between the totally helpless predicament she finds herself in, the slow trickle of drool dripping onto her ample latex covered breasts, and the lack of knowledge as to what happens next, that feeling of arousal thunders its way through her bound little body.
“How is my new slave doing? Does she like being on the other end of bondage?” a voice mocks from beside her.
“AAAAGGGHHHH” Sophie screams and flinches, unaware that Michael had been watching her the whole time. “Lef me ouf yuh bishf. I’n gong mag yuf regrewf if” she hisses through her gag, drool now flowing like a water fall. He reaches out and caresses her face, ignoring her threats.
“Oh let's not do that Slave. I don’t know what you’re saying, and frankly I don’t care” he says, letting his fingers run through her golden hair.
“Hhmpfh ouf” she grumbles as she resumes struggling against her bonds.
“I’m sure this is very confusing for a girl like you; going your whole life thinking you had a dominant personality. I bet you fantasized about putting men in heavy bondage and treating them like dirt. In fact I know you fantasize about it. All the while, you had never once considered what it would feel like to be the bitch in bondage, had you?” Michael states. “Lets see those eyes, I want you to see what is going to happen to you, at least for now”
Michael removes the blindfold from Sophie’s sweaty forehead. The sweat and the welling of tears had caused her makeup to run, just a little. The light of the room is near blinding for her and she winces as she tries to adjust.
“There, now isn’t that better?” he asks in an almost nurturing tone. Sophie glares at the ground, ignoring him. Her nostrils flaring as she struggles to breathe, struggles to concoct an escape plan. Michael grabs her chin violently, forcing her to look at him.
“I asked you a question, cunt. Isn’t that better? Answer your Master” he barks. Sophie glares up at him, breathing heavy. What the fuck did he just call me? God, this is so fucking humiliating, she laments silently to herself. She nods her head begrudgingly, never breaking eye contact.
“Good Girl” he mutters. He releases her chin but smacks her across the face causing her to yelp out in pain. She falls to her side, curling up into a sobbing ball. “When you Master asks you a question, you fucking ANSWER! You understand that bitch? Do you understand?” Sophie enthusiastically nods through the tears, gurgling “yef! yef!” into her massive gag as tears stream down her cheeks.
Michael smiles. He kneels down next to her once more. “Good girl. See, I can be cruel or I can be kind. The choice is up to you. You misbehave, I’m cruel. You do as you're told, when you're told, I can be quite kind. Now, I want to show you some pictures of what awaits you as my slave but first let's pop that gag out. You were out for a few hours, your jaw should be stretched wide enough by now.” He reaches down and grabs a handful of her golden locks and yanks her up to her knees. Sophie screeches in pain. She trembles as he fumbles with the gag. He loosens the buckle just enough to pop the ball out of her mouth but lets her wear it as a necklace of sorts.
“Please please please, just let me go. No one has to know you were here. Please, I'll do anything. I don’t want to play anymore” Sophie cries out.
Michael smiles. “Anything, huh?” he reaches down and unzips his pants.
“Yes please. I don’t want to be a Domme anymore. Just let me go please. I’ve had enough. My jaw and my arms are killing me” she sobs, pleading with her captor.
“Well, you won’t ever have to worry about being a Domme anymore, cunt. I’ll let you go bitch but you have to do something for me” he winks, now exposing his fully erect cock, allowing it to pop out of his pants right in her face.
“Oh god, please, I just, please no, please, please, plea-” Michael grabs the back of her head and rams his cock down her throat. Her eyes widen as his cock rams against the back of her throat. She snorts and chokes and shakes her head.
“Start sucking cunt. NOW!” Michael barks.
Fearing another slap to the face, or anywhere else for that matter, Sophie does as she’s told, and she does it well. The way she sees it, the more enjoyable this is for him, the more likely he is to take pity on her and release her, no harm no foul.
Michael, seeing the fear in her eyes, smiles. She’s good with her mouth, I can’t wait to see how that ass and pussy are, he thinks to himself.
“Look at me cunt” he directs her. Her brows furrow with worry as she begrudgingly looks up at him, her cheeks taut around his member. “Good Girl, now keep looking up at me, I want you to watch your Master cum in down your gullet” he sneers. The tears are now freely flowing down her face. The humiliation burns on her face. But her stomach flutters once more; that “good girl” comment is actually…kind of nice? She averts her eyes momentarily trying to rid her mind of the thought of actually enjoying any aspect of being raped like this. Only momentarily, but Michael notices. He whips his cock out of her mouth, and still holding her by the hair, smacks her across the face once more.
“What did I say?” he shouts as she yelps in pain.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry please please stop hitting me” she wails, struggling against her bonds harder than she ever has. It's no use though, the rope is tight and her arms are numb.
“Don’t misbehave and I won’t have to smack you. And get in the habit of calling me Master”
Sophie sniffles. “Y-y-yes M-master” she softly sobs.
Michael smiles. Without saying anything, he shoves his cock back in her mouth.
Suck, slurp, glork, suck, slurp, glork glork are the only noises that fill the room.
As Sophie sucks for her life, Michael takes a look around the room. The “dungeon” is some kind of mix between this girl’s living room and BDSM play space. Pathetic, he thinks. Wait until she sees what a REAL dungeon looks like.
Tears streaming down her face and her sobs muffled by Michael’s huge cock, Sophie bring him closer and closer to orgasm.
“Oh fuck yeah cunt, fuck yeah keep going. I’m gonna shoot this load down your worthless throat” he groans. Sophie’s pussy starts to twitch again, but this time she doesn’t break eye contact. She just keeps sucking.
Suck, slurp, glork, glork, suck, slurp, glork, glork. Michael is right on the edge. He’s right there annnnnddd. He pulls Sophie’s head in tight, he nose pressing against his crotch, his balls tickling her chin. And a flood of cum rushes into her mouth. Sophie’s eyes go wide with surprise. The two moan (one moan a little more muffled than the other). She keeps sucking until Michael finally releases her head.
Sophie coughs and chokes and stares at the ground in shame. Michael reaches into his back pocket and removes a wad of cloth. “You’re not done yet, Bitch” he hisses.
“W-wha-?” Sophie is interrupted yet again by Michael grabbing her head violently and trying to shove the wad in her mouth. She clamps her mouth closed and tries her best to refuse his efforts.
“Not gonna open, huh? I have experience with defiant girls like you” he states as he pinches her nose. Sophie can feel her chest getting tighter, unable to receive or release oxygen. She has to open her mouth, but she knows what will happen if she does. “Eventually, you will learn to love your gag. But, I must admit, I do love the fight you put up” Sophie’s vision is getting blurry. Blurrier. Chest getting tighter. I neeed airrr, she frantically thinks to herself. Michael reaches down and pinches her nipple, hard. Sophie’s mouth shoots open to scream but before any noise can be made, the gag is in place. She begins to cry again. Michael holds the gag there while he reaches towards the nightstand for the roll of tape.
“See, was that so hard? Besides you shouldn’t be complaining, they are YOUR panties after all” he sneers. A small moan escapes Sophie’s mouth but is immediately blocked by both the panties and Michael’s mouth. Omg, this is so fucking gross. I used those panties at the gym for a week straight, not to mention I came in them more times than I can count, she thinsk to herself. Michael takes the roll of microfoam tape and begins to wrap. He first gives Sophie a cleave gag to ensure the panties were held in place tight. This is so bad, at least I can breathe, she thinks to herself, relieved. Michael doesn’t stop though, another wrap this time over her upper lip, concealing the cleave gag below. Fuck, she groans to herself. Another wrap follows, this time on the lower lip. The gag is exceptionally tight at this point, and Michael can see Sophie is struggling, not only because of her shallow breathing and the way her flared nostrils fight for air, but the way her eyes roll back in her head, further and further back with each wrap. Almost as though she was enjoying this. He smiles. And continues to wrap. Eventually, there is no tape left.
“Mmph ph phgh” she mumbles frantically, her eyes pleading in a way her mouth no longer can. “That ought to do it. Now, about the pictures I was telling you about” Michael unclips Sophie’s leash and stands her up. Her legs are wobbly from being knelt down for hours at this point. Michael leads her towards the couch and sits. He admires her ass and gives it a loud CRACK. She yelps. He sits her down on his lap. She can feel his cock already fully hard again as she takes her seat upon it. She moans softly. Michael, taking notice of this, spreads her legs from behind and rubs the latex she wears on her legs. She moans louder now.
“Now, I want you to understand; your old life is over. What about to show you is what you can expect for your life moving forward” he states, almost soothingly. He pulls out his phone and opens his photos app. He reaches around Sophie’s tiny waist so she can see. Her heart is racing.
Michael swipes through the many many photos of girls who have had the misfortune of crossing paths with him.
A curvy blonde with a gwen style hood and a catsuit in a gordian style of restraint is posed like a living doll in a dank basement.
A nude scrawny raven haired girl wearing glasses is chained to the corner of that same basement, mouth forced open by metal.
An older black woman hogtied on the ground, arms encased in an armbinder, inflatable plug filling her lips.
Sophie’s eyes are wide. She’s almost entranced. Not completely, almost. Michael continues swiping.
A blonde bimbo encased in pink bitchsuit and matching pink latex, her nose hooked, with a ring gag forcing her mouth open. In her ass, a pig tail plug to complete the look. Floppy tits pierced with hoops anchoring her to a wall.
A young redhead and an older brunette share a double ballgag, nipples clamped together, vibrator shared between their crotches. Look of lust on their faces as they gaze into each other’s eyes.
“I’m actually quite proud of that one. That was a mother and daughter I had picked up on the side of the road. Their car had broken down and they had needed help badly. Now they need help much worse. It was funny the mom was a total slut and very easy to break. She even helped break in her daughter eventually, who as you can imagine wanted no part in sucking my cum out of her mother’s pussy. By the time I sold them off, they had to be restrained just to keep their mouths off each others cunts” he reminisced. Sophie shot Michael a look of fear. Sold? Oh my god, this guy is fucking nuts!
“Now, I want to introduce you to my most prized possession. He swiped again and there was Raquel.
Raquel is tied up in Michael’s bedroom, the first day of her life in servitude all those years ago.
Raquel tied to a chair, massive tits roped to the max, tears streaming down her face. A cherry red ball gag crammed in her mouth.
Raquel tied to a gloryhole, arms locked behind her back. Cock pressing against her cheek and a disgusted look on her face.
Raquel nosehooked with Michael’s cock rammed in her throat, eyes locked on the lens of the camera. Arms in a straitjacket.
Sophie whimpers.
“This cunt is the reason your life is about to change” He smiles deviously. “She wanted a little slave sister, to serve me alongside her, and you had the luck of being the first girl I found. No other reason, just that you had three holes and two tits. Don’t you feel honored?”
Fearing a slap or worse, Sophie nods. Michael smiles.
“Now I have a few things to get ready, and then we’ll be on our way, alright cunt?”
Sophie whips around to face him, fear flooding her face like never before. On our way?? Where are we going? I thought he said he’d let me go if I behaved!
Suddenly, Michael throws Sophie on the floor. She screams in shock and before she knows it, Michael has her legs bound in a frogtie, much like the one he had left Raquel in. Sophie is back to sobbing into her gag. What more could a slave in her position do?
Michael looks around the room and spies a mirror with an anchor point drilled into the wall adjacent to it. He smiles. “Crawl” he orders as he pulls on her leash in the direction of the mirror. Sophie can feel the tug of the leash and she does her best, walking on her knees, arms still bound tight. Minutes go by. She makes it to the destination.
“I’m going to tie you here. I want you to keep your eyes on what you look like. Enjoy it. This is how you will exist from now on; constant, unforgiving bondage” he commands as he reaches down and gropes her pussy. Sophie stares at herself as the poor orgasm she has been hiding from the world bubbles itself to the surface. Michael keeps rubbing. Sophie keeps staring. Shame fills her heart as she is brought just to the edge of climax. Then, Michael stops. Sophie grunts in frustration and thrusts her pelvis, indicating a thirst for more. The thirst goes unquenched.
“Now I”m going to go grab a few important things; birth certificate, passport, wallet, phone, as well as a luggage bag or trunk. We’re going to make people think you ran away. No one will look for you. No one will care”.
Sophie stares at herself, chest heaving. Her life IS over isn’t it? Michael never intended on letting her go. A single tear rolls down her cheek. She has no idea what to expect from her new life, but one thing is certain; she will never dominate another man again.
(Inspo for story is https://www.reddit.com/u/bondagemeisje/s/BNrIWfLRbw)