Page 22 of Compulsion

Don’t you dare touch yourself. Wait for my permission.

All of my muscles coil tight with the effort of restraining myself, but I still on his command. It’s unnerving that he knows me so well after months of confessing my darkest secrets in the middle of the night, but that disturbing fact only stokes my lust.

GentAnon

If you don’t want to kneel for me, I’ll bind your ankles to your thighs and force you onto your knees. Then you won’t be capable of doing more than crawling for me. I think I’d like to have you as my needy pet. I’ll slip a ring gag between your teeth so that you can’t do anything but whimper and drool for my cock.

My fingers are shaking from the adrenaline coursing through me. My inner thighs are slick with my desire, and I’m aching to touch myself.

But I won’t. I’m enjoying our game too much to deny his control, even if he’s not here to witness any disobedience.

CagedBird

You left my hands free. Your pet still has claws.

GentAnon

Claw at me all you want. It will make taming you all the more satisfying. I can feel your nails sinking into my forearm while I pin your throat. You writhe and whine, but you’re so small and weak. So breakable. Your fingers soften as your vision tunnels. You can’t breathe unless I allow it. You’re trapped on your bound legs, and you melt into my arms. It’s almost too easy to wrap the rope around your wrists. Do you hear me laughing, little dove? It’s no effort at all to subdue you. You’re my tame pet now, and there’s nothing you can do about it. I’m your master. I own you.

Green eyes flash through my mind, and sensual lips curve in a cruel smirk. My core contracts, desperate to be filled.

CagedBird

Please. I need to come. I need to touch myself.

GentAnon

Naughty thing. Pets don’t talk. You’ll take my cock in your mouth and moan around my dick if you want to beg me for an orgasm.

CagedBird

I love how your cock tastes, Master. I love when you use me for your own pleasure.

GentAnon

Sweet little pet. You feel so good when I’m fucking your mouth. I know you’re trembling for release. Your cunt must be aching, but you aren’t allowed to come yet. This is your punishment. You earned it. Show me how sorry you are.

CagedBird

Deeper, please. I don’t want to breathe unless you allow it. Make me suffer for you, Master.

My lungs are burning. I’m not breathing, my body bending to his will even though he’s nothing more than words on a screen.

GentAnon

Swallow everything I give you, and come for me. Now, little dove.

I shatter at the barest brush of my fingers over my swollen clit. Ecstasy crashes through me in vicious waves, and I bite down on my other fist to hold back a scream.

In this moment of cruel bliss, I’m stripped down to my most primal, perverted self. Tears slip down my cheeks as I sob my release. Deep in my soul, I know that this is where I belong: alone in the dark with my shameful secrets.

10

DANE

It isn’t difficult to learn how to pick a lock; all the information is readily available on the internet, including practice kits. It only takes a bit of time and concentration to acquire the necessary skillset.

The lock on Abigail’s aged front door is simple enough. It clicks softly, permitting me entry. The rusty hinges squeak as I push my way inside her private space, but I’m not concerned about the noise.

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