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Having had a few of the male-gaze style parts pointed out to me, I am going to work to rewrite this, trying to make it more generic / leaning fem gaze.

Elara's Mistake

A story with a plot built on Perchance.org/ai-chat

I took the structure and edited it to meet my own standards, taking almost as much time as it would to write, but with twists and turns that the LLM introduced into the plot.

This specific writing took the LLM plot twists to a far darker line than I would go normally. This is a piece that is not consensual to start, and the consent eventually given is forced / coerced. It is fantasy, and should be treated as such.

CW/Tags: BDSM, heavy, impact play, chastity, orgasm denial, forced oral, female sub, female dom, CNC, rape, self bondage, caught, humiliation, collar, slave, forced lesbian, implied forced bi

Elara is a young, shy, yet curious college student who has recently moved into an off-campus apartment to escape the strict confines of dormitory life. She's been exploring her sexuality in the privacy of her new room, often indulging in self-bondage sessions to satisfy her submissive desires. With raven-black hair that falls in soft waves down her back and piercing green eyes, she has a gentle demeanor that contrasts with her hidden kinks. She's an art student with a penchant for the avant-garde, often lost in thought as she sketches scenes of mythical creatures and bound figures in her notebook. Her shyness often makes it difficult for her to express her desires to others, leading her to seek solace in her secret hobby.

June is Elara's outgoing and adventurous roommate, studying psychology with a keen interest in human behavior. She's the life of the party, often bringing friends over and filling their apartment with laughter and music. With a head of fiery red hair and a mischievous smile, she's a stark contrast to Elara's reserved nature. June has a tendency to snoop, driven by her curiosity about the inner workings of people's minds. Her curiosity is both her best and worst trait, often leading her to uncover secrets she wasn't meant to find. Despite her outgoing exterior, she's a caring and empathetic soul who tries to understand the people around her, even if their interests are a little...unconventional.

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Setting: Elara had been planning her latest self-bondage session for days, meticulously setting up her room with soft, comfortable restraints. She'd even bought a new set of fur-lined handcuffs she'd been eyeing at a local boutique. With the apartment to herself for the evening, she felt safe to indulge in her desires. Unbeknownst to her, June had decided to cut her study group short and return home early. As Elara lies bound on her bed, lost in the sensory experience of her self-imposed captivity, she hears the front door open and the unmistakable sound of June's laughter echoing through the hallway. Panic flutters in her chest as she realizes she's about to be caught in a very compromising position.

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The apartment buzzes with the sudden influx of energy as the front door swings open, revealing June with a gaggle of friends in tow. Elara's heart hammers in her chest, her breath quickening as the sound of their laughter draws closer to her sanctuary. She's sprawled on the bed, bound by velvet-covered cuffs that loop around her wrists and ankles, attached to the sturdy frame with an unyielding timed lock that won't release her for another 30 minutes. A soft, black blindfold shields her eyes, heightening her other senses and leaving her vulnerable to the whims of fate. A shiver of anticipation—or perhaps fear—runs down her spine as the muffled giggles and chatter crescendos in the hallway outside her door.

Pushing open Elara's door with a cheeky grin, expecting to find her roommate buried in art books or lost in a daydream, she instead sees the unmistakable form of Elara, bound and blindfolded on the bed. "What the hell, Elara, are you okay? Who did this to you?" Her voice is a mix of shock and concern, the laughter from the hallway momentarily silenced by the scene before her.

Panic wells in her throat, and she gathers her nerves, hoping to play off the situation. "June, it's...it's nothing. Just a little art project. A...performance piece," she stammers, her voice a tapestry of embarrassment. "Could you just...turn off the light and close the door?" She gives a feeble laugh, hoping it's convincing enough to cover the truth.

June's eyes widen at Elara's flustered explanation, but she quickly recovers, a mischievous glint in her eye. She waves her friends off with a casual flair. "Oh, sorry guys, wrong room!" She whispers loudly, her voice carrying just enough to be heard. She shuts the door with a click and leans against it, her smile growing wider. "Well, Elara, if this is your idea of an art project, you're definitely going places." She crosses the room, her curiosity piqued. "But if you need help with your...project, I've got a thing or two learned in my psych classes."

Elara feels the heat rise in her cheeks, a silent 'no' screaming in her mind. But she can't bring herself to refuse June's offer, especially not now. She takes a deep breath, the leather of the blindfold tightening slightly around her eyes. "June, I know this is weird, but it's something I do to...to relax." She tries to keep her voice steady, hoping her roommate will just leave it at that. "Could you just leave me to it?"

June's smile widens as she crosses the room, her eyes gleaming with the excitement of a new discovery. She sits on the bed, straddling Elara's hips with surprising grace. "Elara, sweetie, I've heard those...sounds coming from your room for weeks now. And if this," she says, gesturing to the intricate web of ropes that encase Elara's limbs, "is what relaxes you, then I'm all for it. But let's make it a real experience, shall we?"

"June, please, I appreciate the concern, but I'm not into...that," Elara says firmly, tugging at the restraint around her wrists. The velvet is soft against her skin, but the leather beneath is unyielding. She can feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment, and she's aware of the dampness between her legs, but she tries to ignore it, focusing on the need to maintain her privacy.

"Oh, come on, Elara," June says, her voice a playful purr. "I've seen the way you look at me sometimes. You're curious, aren't you?" She leans back slightly, allowing Elara to feel the heat radiating from her core. "And if you don't want to be tied up here all night, this is what you're going to have to do." She wiggles her hips slightly, the fabric of her skirt brushing against Elara's face.

"June, please, get off," Elara whispers, her voice trembling slightly. She feels a strange mix of fear and excitement, her body responding in ways she wishes it wouldn't. "I'm serious, I don't want you to see..." She trails off, her mind racing with the potential consequences of her secret being fully exposed.

Leaning back, June's eyes flicker to the open drawer of toys. "Looks like someone's been busy," she says, her voice a sultry mix of amusement and challenge. "But since you're already all dressed up..." She shifts her weight, moving closer to Elara's face. "You might as well make good use of that mouth." Her tone is commanding, yet there's a teasing lilt to it that suggests she's enjoying the situation more than Elara is comfortable with.

Elara's cheeks burn as she feels the warmth of June's thighs against her face. She tries to shake her head, the soft fabric of the blindfold brushing against her cheeks, but the motion is limited by the restraint. She catches a whiff of something faintly musky and sweet, and realizes with a jolt that June isn't wearing any underwear. The scent of her arousal fills the air, making Elara's breath hitch. "June, please, I didn't mean it like that," she whispers, her voice strained. The softness of the velvet contrasts with the tension in her voice. She can feel the heat of June's body, the anticipation building within her own. Despite her protests, she can't deny the wetness pooling between her legs. Her body betrays her, yearning for something she's not quite ready to admit she wants.

June's mischievous grin widens as she slides that last inch closer, pressing her warm, wet center against Elara's mouth. Her voice is a seductive purr as she says, "Oh, I know you didn't mean it like that, but you're in no position to refuse now, are you?" She leans back, her hands reaching for the blindfold's ties, loosening them just enough to slip it off. The room's light floods Elara's vision, leaving her blinking and disoriented. June's eyes sparkle with a newfound authority. "But, since we're already here, I think I'll have a little taste of your art project." She shifts her weight, aligning her hips with Elara's face. "Eat me," she commands, her voice low and insistent. Her hand drifts to Elara's hair, threading through the strands. "And I'll see what other...inspiration I can find in your drawer."

The sudden light blinds Elara momentarily, leaving her blinking and disoriented. She tries to turn her face away, but June's hand is firm in her hair, guiding her back. The scent of June's arousal is now unmistakable, and it sends a thrill through Elara's body that she can't ignore. She whispers, "June, please don't make me," but her voice is weaker than she intends. Her eyes dart to the drawer, fearful of what June might discover.

With a wicked smile, June tightens her grip on Elara's hair, tugging her head back into place. "I didn't ask, I told," she murmurs, her voice low and authoritative. She grinds her hips slightly, sliding Elara's nose through her slick folds, leaving a trail of wetness before pressing her pussy firmly against Elara's mouth. "You're going to be a good little slut for me, aren't you?"

Elara's eyes widen with shock, and she can't help but let out a muffled protest as June's sex presses against her lips. Her body is a riot of conflicting emotions—fear, arousal, and the thrill of the unexpected. Despite her protests, she feels her tongue dart out instinctively, tasting the salty-sweetness of her roommate. She whimpers against June's skin, the sound muffled by the intimate embrace.

June's grip on Elara's hair tightens slightly as she feels the tentative touch of Elara's tongue. "Mmm, that's it," she encourages, rocking her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. She watches Elara's reactions with a twisted sense of satisfaction, seeing the struggle in her eyes as she's forced to submit to her new role. With her free hand, she reaches over to the nightstand, her fingertips brushing against the cool metal of the nipple clamps. She holds them up with a grin, watching Elara's eyes follow the movement. "Looks like you're a natural," she says, her voice filled with amusement. "Now, let's see how well you handle these."

With June's hand fisted in her hair and the wet heat of her pussy muffling her voice, Elara's no's become little more than whimpers. She tries to shake her head, a silent protest against this unintended intimacy, but the movement is stifled by June's firm grip. The hand at her hair tugs slightly, eliciting a soft moan that she hadn't meant to release. The taste of June's arousal fills her mouth, and she feels the beginnings of a heady submission that sends a shiver down her spine.

June's eyes dance with excitement as she watches Elara's struggle. She leans forward, her breath hot against Elara's ear. "You're doing so well," she murmurs, her voice a siren's call. Her hand releases Elara's hair momentarily to tease her nipples, a wicked glint in her eye. She opens the clamps, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of the room. "Now, I'm going to give you something extra to think about," she says, and without warning, she clamps one shut around Elara's already-sensitive nipple.

A sharp cry of pain pierces the air as the metal bites into Elara's tender flesh. Her body arches involuntarily, the sensation sending a jolt of agony-laced pleasure through her. She can't believe what's happening—June, her roommate, is not only watching but participating in her most private ritual. The clamps add a new layer of intensity to the scene, one she's never experienced before. Her breaths come in shallow gasps as she tries to process the sudden turn of events.

"Keep licking," June orders, her voice thick with arousal. She watches as Elara's eyes squeeze shut, her face contorting with the mix of pain and pleasure. Her own desire is mounting, and she can't resist the urge to add more sensation to the moment. With a flick of her wrist, she brings the second clamp down on Elara's other nipple, making her gasp into June's pussy. The vibration sends a delightful tremor through her core, and she feels a rush of wetness as Elara's tongue continues to dance against her clit.

With each gasping moan she forces against June's clit, Elara feels a strange sense of power and vulnerability meld together. She focuses on the task at hand, her tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive bud, hoping that by bringing her roommate to climax quickly, she can end this uncomfortable situation. The sting of the clamps is a constant reminder of her own arousal, but she tries to ignore it, focusing instead on the need to regain control of her space and her secrets.

“Fuck, Elara, that is so good," June pants, her hips moving with an increasing rhythm against Elara's mouth. Her eyes bore into Elara's, a mix of lust and accusation. "I knew you were a little slut, leaving your door unlocked like that." She grinds down harder, her voice filled with a seductive malice. "You wanted to be found, didn't you? You wanted me to see you like this."

"June, please," Elara begs, her voice muffled by the weight of her roommate's body. The pain from the clamps is a steady throb, sending waves of unwelcome pleasure through her. She's torn between the need to escape and the desire to satisfy the demanding pressure on her mouth. Her thoughts are a tumult of confusion and arousal.

June's eyes narrow with pleasure, watching Elara's distress. "Swallow," she commands, her voice a low, guttural growl that seems to resonate through the very air. She throws her head back, her body tensing as an intense orgasm rips through her. Her hips buck, and a jet of warm, wet fluid shoots into Elara's mouth, the force of it making her gag.

Elara's eyes water as she chokes on the sudden influx, her body fighting the instinct to expel the unwelcome intrusion. She coughs, her cheeks reddening, and a trail of June's cum slips down her chin. Her face is a picture of distress, the musky taste lingering on her tongue. "Please," she gasps, trying to pull away, the panic in her voice palpable.

June giggles, her eyes alight with mischief as she releases Elara's hair. She slides off her roommate’s face, leaving a wet patch all around Elara’s head. "You really are a good little slut," she says, her voice a purr. She stands up, her own body flushed with the afterglow of climax. "But we're not done yet." She crosses the room to the open drawer, her hand delving into the collection of toys and restraints.

Elara's chest heaves as she gasps for air, her eyes wide with shock and humiliation at the taste and smell of her roommate’s fluids all around her. She tries to fight against the restraints, even though she knows how strong they always are. "June, please, I'm not into this," she whispers, her voice trembling.

June's smile is a blend of amusement and challenge as she pulls out a phallic-shaped gag from the drawer, the leather strap attached to it gleaming in the soft light. She straddles Elara once more, her own breathing heavy with excitement. "Oh, but you're going to love this," she says, her voice a seductive purr. She runs the gag down Elara's cheek, wiping up some of her cum. "Open up," she commands, the gag poised at Elara's lips.

"This is rape, June," Elara whispers, her voice shaking. She turns her head away, her eyes filling with tears as she tries to resist the inevitable. The words hang in the air, a desperate plea for sanity amidst the chaos of her emotions. Her body is a whirlwind of fear and unwanted desire, her mind racing with the implications of her predicament and how it mirrors the cruelty of her worst fantasies.

"Now, now, Elara," June says, her tone mockingly soothing. "Let's not be so dramatic. You're just getting a taste of your own medicine." With a cruel smirk, she forces the penis gag into Elara's mouth, the salty taste of her own juices lingering on it. She pulls the straps tight, the buckle tinkling with a finality that makes Elara close her eyes against the sight of her roommate enjoying tormenting her. "And remember, I'm just helping you with your 'art project'." She gives a hard tug on the nipple clamps, eliciting a muffled scream from Elara.

The pain from the clamps sends fresh tears streaming down Elara's cheeks. She tries to protest around the gag, her eyes brimming with a mix of anger and fear. The silicon of the gag is strange in how it fills her mouth, and she can feel the leather strap digging into the corners of her mouth. She can't believe this is happening—that June has so easily turned her sanctuary into a prison of her own making.

As June rummages through the drawer, her eyes widen in surprise at the sight of a sleek, black metal chastity belt nestled among the other toys. "Oh, Elara, you really are a kinky little thing," she says, her voice dripping with excitement. She pulls out a whip first, the leather tails whispering against the wooden handle. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves," she says, a wicked glint in her eye.

Elara's tears become muffled whimpers around the gag, her eyes pleading with June to stop. The pain of the clamps on her nipples is a constant reminder of her vulnerability, and she feels a sickening mix of fear and arousal that she desperately wants to end. This is too close to the writings hidden in her notebooks to believe.

June's grin widens as she sees the tears glistening in Elara's eyes. She runs the leather whip lightly over Elara's bound body, watching the way the other girl's skin reacts to the touch. "Now, now, Elara," she says, her voice taunting, "you know you love this." June surely does, dripping wet again at the power she has over her roommate. She leans down, her breath hot against Elara's ear. "Or do you need a little more...persuasion?" The leather tips of the whip dance across Elara's breasts, and she brings it down with a sharp crack against the soft flesh.

The pain is a bolt of lightning, making Elara's eyes squeeze shut and her body jerk in the restraint. A muffled cry escapes the gag, and she feels more hot trails of tears trickle down her cheeks as her breasts start to redden.

"Such a pretty sight," June murmurs, her voice thick with desire as she watches Elara's reaction. The whip's leather tails snake through the air again, painting intricate patterns of pain across Elara's sensitive skin. After some time weaving across each breast, she brings it down once more, this time across her inner thighs, leaving a rosy welt.

The pain sends a fresh wave of sobs through Elara, her body writhing against the unforgiving restraint. She tries to form words around the gag, but all that comes out are desperate, incoherent sounds. Her thoughts are a jumble of fear, anger, and the unshakable need to end this nightmare. Except… that little part that is leaking down her thigh.

June's eyes flash with a sadistic glee as she feels Elara's desperation. She slides her fingers through Elara's wetness, gathering it up. "Look at yourself, Elara," she sneers. "You're so wet, so eager for this. You're practically begging for it." She brings her hand back up, her fingers glinting with Elara's arousal and swipes them under her nose. "This is what you smell like when you're turned on," she says, her voice cold and mocking.

Elara's eyes squeeze shut, and she tries to hold back her sobs, but they escape as trembling whimpers. Her body feels like it's on fire, the pain from the whip mixing with the ache of the clamps and the frustration of the gag. She's never felt so exposed, so utterly helpless. She tries to think of anything else, but all she can focus on is the burning across her skin, the chilling sense of violation, and the sweet smell of her own arousal.

With a cruel laugh, June brings the whip down between Elara's legs, the leather making a sharp crack as it meets her inner thighs. "You know what they say, Elara—you're just asking for it when you leave your door unlocked like this." She watches with twisted pleasure as Elara's body jerks in response, the wetness on her own thighs growing. "You're such a slut, aren't you?"

The pain is unbearable, and Elara's resolve cracks. Her sobs become wrenching cries, and she can't help but shake her head frantically, the leather strap of the gag cutting into her cheeks. She tries to form words, but they're just desperate sounds around the gag. Her eyes search the room for salvation, finally landing on the drawer—specifically, the bottom corner where the chastity belt lies hidden. That will protect her sensitive parts, right?

The sight of Elara's distress only fuels June's excitement. She can see the desperation in her eyes and knows she's close to breaking. "What's that, Elara?" she asks, her voice mockingly sweet. "Do you need something?" She pulls the gag out slightly, allowing a strangled "please" to escape Elara's lips. "What's that? Speak up, I can't hear you."

Elara's voice is a hoarse whisper, her eyes never leaving the drawer. "The...the belt...please," she stammers, her voice thick with tears. She's lost in a haze of pain and embarrassment, her mind reeling from the betrayal of her own body's reactions, she doesn’t think of the implications of the request, just the need to protect her core from the whip.

June's grin turns into a full-blown laugh, a sound that sends shivers down Elara's spine. She slaps the gag back into place with a viciousness that makes Elara gag on the penis. "Oh, you're going to love this," she says, her voice dripping with spiteful amusement. She raises the whip again, the leather tails snapping in the air before landing with a brutal thud across Elara's stomach. "You're going to be my little pet, aren't you?"

The pain is a crescendo, a symphony of agony that overwhelms Elara's senses. She tries to gasp for air, her throat tightening around the penis gag. Tears stream down her face, her eyes squeezed shut. Her breaths come in ragged, painful sobs as she desperately fights against the restraints in an attempt to escape the whip falling across her middle.

June watches Elara's tormented expression with a sadistic glee, her hand stilling on the whip handle. With a cruel smirk, she slides two fingers through Elara's slick folds again, her eyes never leaving her roommate's. She brings her hand up, the fingers glistening with arousal, and smears the wetness across Elara's cheeks this time to mix with her tears. "Look at you," she says, her voice filled with mockery. "Such a dirty, needy little slut."

The humiliation is unbearable, and the pain from the whip is a constant throb that makes her want to scream. She shakes her head, trying to focus through the haze of pain. Her eyes dart to the drawer, the chastity belt the only escape from this nightmare. She can't find the words around the gag, so she nods frantically, hoping June will understand.

June's eyes narrow with a predatory smile as she sees Elara's second look towards the drawer. She reaches back into the drawer and pulls out the chastity belt. "Oh, this is perfect for you, isn't it?" she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Is this what you need to keep that pretty little pussy of yours safe and in check?"

Elara's eyes widen in hope and fear as she sees the chastity belt in June's hand. She nods frantically, her eyes pleading. Her body feels like it's on fire, and she's overwhelmed to not think. A fresh wave of tears spill over her cheeks, and she tries to form the words "please, I'm begging you."

June's smile turns into a wicked sneer as she sees the desperation in Elara's eyes. She knows she's hit a nerve, and she's not about to let go. "Is that what you want?" she asks, her voice a taunt. "To be locked up like the good little slut you are?" She runs the cold metal of the chastity belt along Elara's jaw, the touch sending a shiver down her spine.

Through her pain-filled sobs, Elara nods, her eyes wide and hopeful. The chastity belt represents an end to this torment, a return to her safe, controlled world. Her voice is muffled by the gag, but her eyes plead for relief. She forgets just how much June has played her already, desperate for protection but giving implied permission to torment her further.

With a cruel twist of her wrist, June releases the clamps from Elara's nipples, one by one. The sudden rush of blood returning sends a fresh wave of agony through her, and she screams into the gag. June's smile is a cold crescent as she watches the tears spill down Elara's face. "Now, now, don't be so dramatic," she says, her voice a mockery of comfort. She takes the chastity belt and slides it into place over Elara’s wet pussy, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of Elara's skin.

Elara’s body is a live wire of pain and embarrassment as the chastity belt is secured around her waist. The cold metal presses against her swollen, sensitive flesh, and she feels a fleeting safety that sends a shiver through her. Her thoughts are a blur of despair and desperation, and she sobs uncontrollably, her eyes squeezed shut as the world seems to crumble around her. Reality sets in for how wet she is through all of the pain and humiliation, ready to be done with her roommate’s game now that her belt is in place to protect her.

With the chastity belt in place, June grabs the discarded blindfold and gently—almost tenderly—covers Elara's eyes again. Her voice is a soft murmur, a stark contrast to the harshness of her actions. "You're going to be such a good little slut for me," she whispers, her breath hot against Elara's cheek. "And when I get out of the shower, we're going to have so much more fun." She ties the blindfold securely, ensuring Elara's vision is blocked once more.

The sound of June's footsteps retreating echoes in Elara's ears as she's left alone, bound and blindfolded. The ache in her nipples is a constant reminder of the betrayal, and as the moment of safety fades she can't help but feel a strange mix of humiliation and arousal at the cold metal of the chastity belt against her skin. Her breaths come in ragged sobs, her mind racing with fear and confusion as she fails to calm her breathing.

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June's laughter fades down the hallway as she heads to the bathroom, leaving Elara to her racing thoughts. The apartment seems to close in around her, the silence only broken by the occasional sniffle from her tear-stained face. The smell of their mingled arousal lingers in the air, a scent that feels like a betrayal of her own body. She tries to still her breathing, her mind racing with thoughts of escape, but the more she struggles, the tighter the bonds feel.

After a few moments, the sound of running water pierces the silence, and Elara can't help but imagine June washing herself off in the shower, her mind wandering to the smug look on her face as she replaced the blindfold. Time starts to lose value as she drifts on the variety of sensations. Eventually she hears the water cut off, and the anticipation of June's return sends a shiver down her spine.

The door to the bathroom creaks open, and the sound of bare feet padding against the floor fills the air. Elara's heart races, her body tense with fear and anticipation. She feels a hand brush against her thigh, and June's voice is a cool whisper in the darkness. "I'm back, pet," she says, her tone mocking. "Ready for round two?"

The sound of June's voice sends a jolt of terror through Elara's body. She shakes her head, begging for freedom. "Mmph!" she cries out, the word lost in the gag. Her head rolls as she attempts to look around the room, blind to any means of escape.

"Ah, so eager to see," June says with a laugh, her hand sliding up to caress Elara's cheek. She reaches over to the bedside table and pulls out a pair of scissors. "But we can't have you ruining the surprise, can we?" She carefully unbuckles the blindfold, lifting it and freeing Elara's eyes.

Elara blinks in the sudden light, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She looks up at June with a mix of fear and anger, her gaze darting around the room again as if for any sign of escape. The chastity belt feels like a weight around her hips, a stark reminder of her foolishness and betrayal.

"Now, now, don't go anywhere," June says, her voice a sultry purr as she steps closer to the bed. She holds up the scissors, the light glinting off the sharp blades. "We're just getting started." She reaches down and runs the cold metal along the length of Elara's body, tracing the outline of her curves.

Elara's heart hammers in her chest, her eyes wide with fear at the sight of scissors in June’s hand. She tries to pull away from June's touch, her body rigid with tension to avoid being cut. The scratching sensation against her skin sends a shiver down her spine, and she feels the bile rise in her throat.

June's eyes gleam with excitement as she watches Elara's reaction. She runs the scissors along the edge of the restraints holding Elara's wrists, the cool metal against the warm flesh. "You're so responsive, Elara," she says, her voice a seductive whisper. "It's like you were made for this."

Elara freezes as best she can, continuing to hold against a slip that might get her cut. She shakes her head to protest, the gag muffling any other protest. Her eyes are wide with fear and starting to get wet with tears again, her thoughts racing with scenarios of what June might do next.

With a smirk, June leans in closer, the tip of the scissors grazing Elara's cheek, the cold steel pressing lightly against her skin. "Crying already?" she says, her voice a taunting purr. "But we're just getting started, my sweet little pet." She pauses, watching with much enjoyment the fear in Elara's eyes, then says, "Don't worry, I won't leave any permanent marks...yet."

The tears continue to fall as Elara's eyes dart around the room, seeking an escape that seems ever more elusive. She tries to pull away from the scissors, her body starting to shake with a mix of fear and growing anger. Her voice is muffled by the gag, but the desperation is clear in her eyes.

June's smile widens, her eyes gleaming with a malicious delight. She drags the scissors down along Elara's neck, pausing at the collarbone before moving to the restraints. "Don't worry," she whispers, her breath warm against Elara's ear. "I'll be gentle." With a quick snip, the bonds holding Elara's right wrist is cut, and she feels the blood rush back into her numb hand.

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Elara's hand flies to her face and the buckle to the gag, the sudden freedom surprising. She tries to push June away with her newly freed hand, her eyes filling with anger. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she spits out as soon as she gets the gag out, her voice shaky.

June laughs, a sound that sends chills down Elara's spine. "What's wrong with me?" she repeats, her voice light and mocking. "Oh, I think you know exactly what's wrong with me." She leans in, her breath warm against Elara's skin. "But what's wrong with you, hmm? Why do you need all these toys and games to get off?"

With a surge of anger, Elara tosses the gag off the bed. "What's wrong with me?" she echoes, spitting the words out. "You're the one who's violating me!" The taste left in her mouth is bitter as the words.

"Oh, but Elara," June says, her eyes alight with a dark amusement, "I'm not the one who's been playing with these naughty little things in secret, now am I?" She runs her finger over the chastity belt's shield, the metal cool against Elara's heated skin. "Look how wet you are," she murmurs, bringing her glistening digit up to Elara's face. "It's like your body is begging for this."

With a snarl of anger, Elara tries to reach across with her freed hand to undo the restraint on her left wrist. The fury in her eyes is palpable, her voice thick with emotion as she says, "This isn't a game to me, June. This is...it's personal. It's mine." Left unsaid are all the fantasies that are also hers.

June steps back, watching Elara's struggles with a twisted sense of satisfaction. "Oh, I know it's personal, Elara," she says, her voice a low purr. "And that's exactly why I'm going to enjoy this so much." She dangles the keys to the chastity belt in front of her roommate's face, her grin wide and predatory. "But if you want the pleasure of release, you're going to have to play by my rules."

"Fuck you," Elara whispers through gritted teeth, her eyes never leaving the keys. The anger and humiliation boil within her, fueling a fiery determination to regain control. She takes a deep, shuddering breath and tries to compose herself, her trembling hand touching the metal between her legs.

"Naughty, naughty," June says, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she watches Elara's rebellious spirit flare. "But I like a challenge." She strides over to the bed, the sound of her bare feet on the hardwood floor echoing through the room. She grabs Elara's chin, forcing her to look up. "Keep that attitude, and I'll show you what happens to bad girls who don't play nice."

Despite the fear coiling in her stomach, Elara's eyes flash with defiance. She jerks her chin out of June's grasp. "You don't own me," she says, her voice low and trembling. "And you can't control me with this...this...thing." She tugs at the lock on the chastity belt, her voice filled with a mix of anger and disgust at how wet she is underneath.

"Don't be so sure about that," June says, her voice a low growl. She grabs Elara's chin again, her grip firm. "As long as you're wearing that, you're mine to play with. And trust me, I have so many games in mind." She leans in, her breath hot against Elara's ear. "But maybe you'd like to watch me instead?"

The anger in Elara's eyes flickers into something else—desire, fear, confusion—as June whispers in her ear. She tries to shake her head, but the movement is jerky and awkward. "What do you mean?" she asks, her voice a strained whisper.

June's grin widens, enjoying the power she holds over Elara. She releases her chin and steps back, the keys to the chastity belt still dangling from her fingers. "I mean," she says, her voice a seductive purr, "you can watch me do whatever I want, and I'll leave you here to think about what a good little slut you could be for me."

The anger in Elara's eyes turns to a mix of dread and fascination as she tries to understand June's twisted game. She nods slightly, her voice still a whisper. "Okay," she says, the word filled with both resentment and curiosity. "What do you want me to watch?"

June's eyes gleam with excitement at Elara's submission. She takes a step back and graciously waves her hand towards the chair in the corner of the room. "I want you to watch me," she says, her voice a seductive purr. "And I want you to know that you're the one who's going to be left wanting." She struts over to the chair, her hips swaying with each step.

~~~~

With a deep, shuddering breath, Elara sits back on her bed and crosses her legs under herself, the weight of the chastity belt a constant reminder of her predicament. She watches June with a mix of fear and fascination as she moves with the grace of a predator stalking its prey. Her eyes follow the redhead's every move, unable to tear her gaze away.

June struts over to the chair, the sound of her bare feet on the floor a taunting reminder of Elara's own naked state. She sits down, her legs spreading wide, revealing that she's as aroused as Elara despite her earlier shower. "You see?" she says, her voice a low purr. "You're not the only one who gets off on this."

June's words cut through Elara's haze of anger and fear, and she can't help but feel a twinge of arousal at the sight of her roommate's wet pussy. Despite her own predicament, she watches as June begins to toy with herself, the sight of her roommate's fingers dancing over her clit and dipping inside making Elara's breath hitch.

"Look at me, Elara," June says, her voice a smug whisper as she strokes herself. "See what you're going to be missing while you're all locked up?" She smirks, watching Elara's eyes widen with a mix of humiliation and arousal. "It's okay," she coos, "you can watch. Just remember, this is all because you're going to be such a good little slut for me."

The anger boiling in Elara's chest turns into a fiery determination. She uses her free hands to fumble with the last knots of rope around her, her eyes never leaving June's face. Without hesitation, she reaches up to cover her breasts with her arms, the movement a silent declaration of defiance even as she watches June's erotic performance.

June raises an eyebrow, her smirk deepening as she watches Elara's defiance and knows she's hit a nerve, it only makes her more eager to push her boundaries. With a sultry grace, she slides her other hand down her body, her middle finger circling her clit before plunging deep inside herself. Her eyes never leave Elara's as she moans, the sound a sweet symphony of pleasure that fills the room.

Despite her efforts to maintain composure, Elara can't help but watch June's brazen display. The sight of her roommate's fingers disappearing into her own wetness sends a jolt of desire through her, and she feels her own trapped arousal growing. She clenches her fists and tries to ignore the feel of metal of the chastity belt against her skin.

“You like watching, don't you?" June purrs, her eyes locked onto Elara's. She begins to rock her hips with the rhythm of her hand, her movements becoming more deliberate and exaggerated. "It's okay, Elara," she says, her voice a siren's song. "I know you're just a little submissive slut, desperate for someone to take control of you."

The words hit Elara like a slap, and she feels a fresh flush in her cheeks. She tries to sit up, her eyes narrowing. "I'm not a slut," she says, her voice shaking with emotion. "This isn't what I want." But even as she says it, she can't deny the traitorous throb of desire between her legs.

June laughs, the sound echoing through the room like a cruel taunt. "No?" she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Then why are you so wet?" She stands up, walking over to the bed, her hips swaying with each step. "Why do you keep all these toys if you're not a slut?"

Elara's face flushes deeper with a mix of embarrassment and anger. She clenches her jaw and looks away from June. "Because it's private," she spits out, her voice attempting defiance but landing in desperation. "It's not for you to judge or use against me."

With a knowing smile, June reaches out, her fingers glistening with her own arousal. She gently pushes them towards Elara's mouth, her gaze unwavering. "I'm not judging you, Elara," she says, her voice a velvety purr. "But if you're going to deny it, you should at least taste what you're missing."

Elara turns her head further away, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "I said no," she says, her voice firm despite the tremble in her chin. "I don't want this. I don't want you to treat me like this." The anger in her voice is clear, but so is the hint of vulnerability.

June's eyes turn cold, and she grips Elara's chin firmly, forcing her to face her. "Look at me," she says, her eyes boring into Elara's. "You're the one who got caught with these toys. You're the one who's been playing these games in secret. And now," she says, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper, "you're going to do exactly as I say, or I'll show you just how much pain these toys can cause." She brings her glistening fingers to Elara's mouth, the scent of her own desire thick in Elara’s nose again.

Elara's eyes narrow, her jaw clenched in defiance. But as she feels the sticky wetness of June's fingers against her lips, she can't help but feel a shiver of fear. She tries to pull away, but June's grip is too strong. "You're sick," she whispers, the words barely audible.

June's smile turns into a sadistic smirk as she watches the struggle in Elara's eyes. She squeezes her chin harder, her thumb pressing into the soft flesh. "You're so predictable," she murmurs, her voice a seductive growl. "And you will either come to love it," she says, pushing her fingers past Elara's lips, "or break."

The taste of June's desire fills Elara's mouth, and she can't help but feel a mix of revulsion and arousal. She tries to bite down, but June's grip tightens and a throb goes through her core. She closes her eyes, willing herself not to give in to the humiliation.

"Open your eyes," June commands, her voice a dark whisper. "I enjoy seeing your eyes as I make you crave what you think you don't want." She withdraws her hand, the sticky remnants of her pleasure glistening on her fingertips. "Now, let's see if we can't find something else for you to enjoy."

The taste of June's arousal lingers on her tongue, and Elara's eyes snap open, defiance returning to them. She turns her head away, trying to ignore the taunting scent of June's desire that fills the room. "I don't want this," she whispers yet again like a mantra, her voice barely above a murmur.

With a sigh, June releases Elara's chin and walks over to the open drawer, her eyes scanning the collection of collars displayed neatly inside. She picks up the box, her eyebrow quirking as she looks back at her roommate. "So many collars," she muses, her voice filled with a knowing amusement. "And yet you claim you're not begging to be owned."

The mention of the collars sends a shiver through Elara that she tries to hide, her eyes darting to the drawer. "You have no right," she whispers, her voice hoarse from the gag and emotions. The fear is back, thick and suffocating, as she realizes just how much June knows about her.

June's laugh is a low, throaty sound that sends a chill down Elara's spine. "Oh, but I do," she says, her voice filled with a dark excitement. "And you know it." She opens the box to display a collection of leather collars with gleaming buckles. "Which one do you think suits you best?"

Despite her fear, Elara's eyes widen at the sight of the collars. Her mind races for a solution, and she blurts out, "Those are all play collars, not what I want," before she can stop herself. She tries to swallow the words back down, but they hang in the air, a stark confession of her deepest desires.

A wicked grin spreads across June's face as she hears Elara's slip. She leans in close, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Ah, so you do know what you need," she murmurs, her finger tracing the line of Elara's collarbone. "But where is it, Elara? Where is the collar you want?"

Elara's heart races as she feels June's touch on her neck. She tries to pull away, her cheeks flushing again with embarrassment at the slip. "You wouldn't," she whispers, her voice shaking.

"Oh, but I would," June says, her voice a seductive purr. She selects a collar, a simple yet elegant piece of black leather with a silver buckle. She brings it closer to Elara's face, the leather cool against her skin. "You're going to look so pretty in this, my little pet."

Panic floods Elara as she realizes the truth in June's words. She shakes her head, her eyes wide. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Not that."

June's eyes narrow, her grip on the black leather collar tightening. She takes a step closer to Elara, their faces mere inches apart. "Do you think you can tell me what to do?" she asks, her voice a low growl. Without warning, she snatches a handful of Elara's hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. "Choose," she says, her voice cold and unyielding.

The room seems to spin around Elara as she feels the leather of the collar brush against her skin, her breath coming in short gasps and face twitching with barely contained emotions. Her eyes dart to the velvet box she'd hidden under her pillow, the one that contained the symbol of what she truly craved—the Eternity collar. The metal was cold and unforgiving, the lock a silent sentinel of her deepest desires. She whispers, "Please, not that one."

June follows Elara’s glance to her pillow and sees the edge of a small box underneath. She yanks Elara's head back further, the grip on her hair tightening. "What's so special about that?" she asks, her voice a low growl. "Is there something in there that you think can save you?"

The fight drains from Elara as she gives in, and she nods weakly. "Yes," she whispers, the words sticking in her throat. "But it's not what you think." Elara blinks away emotional tears looking at June.

A wicked gleam lights up June's eyes as she sees Elara's defeat. She reaches under the pillow, her hand emerging with a small, velvet-covered box. With a dramatic flair, she opens it to reveal the gleaming metal collar within—a ring that, once locked, appears seamless and inescapable. "Now this is absolutely beautiful," she purrs, her eyes shining with a sadistic delight.

“You are going to be cruel, aren't you?" Elara whispers, her eyes fixed on the box with a mix of dread and fascination. She watches as June holds the Eternity collar, the symbol of her deepest, most secret desires, in her hand. The room feels hot, the air thick with tension.

"Cruel?" June's voice is a velvet purr, her eyes also locked on the collar. "I'm just exposing what you really crave." She traces the metal with her fingertip, watching Elara's reaction with a smug satisfaction. "You're a little masochist, aren't you? You need a cruel owner, don't you?"

Even after her own question the accusation hits Elara like a sledgehammer. She swallows hard, the metal of the chastity belt pressing into her skin as she tries to sit up. "I don't crave that," she whispers, her voice shaking. But the truth is, she can't deny the allure of the Eternity collar—or the fear of what it represents.

June's grin widens, her eyes sparkling with a malicious delight. "Don't lie to yourself, Elara," she says with a sigh, pretending at annoyance with her new toy. She pulls out the key, the metal glinting in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. It dangles from a delicate chain, looking utterly innocuous—like a necklace one might wear to a fancy dinner party. "You've been craving this," she says, opening the collar. "Admit it."

~~~~

The room seems to close in around Elara as she stares at the collar. She can feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Despite her protests, she can't deny the thrill that runs through her body at the thought of being collared. She shakes her head, trying to clear the fog of desire that threatens to consume her. "I-I don't... I can't..."

"Can't or won't?" June's voice is a challenge, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She leans closer, her breath hot against Elara's ear. "You're so wet, Elara. Tell me you don't want this. Tell me you don't want to be mine." She runs the tip of the collar along the line of Elara's jaw, the metal cool against her skin.

"June, please," Elara whispers, her voice trembling. "This isn't a game." She tries to pull away, but the collar feels like it's burning a path along her skin, leaving a trail of desire in its wake. She's torn between her fear of the unknown and the seductive allure of submission.

"You know what it is, Elara," June murmurs, her voice a siren's song. "A chance to escape from reality." She nips at Elara's ear again, sending a bolt of pleasure-pain through her body. "You are right, it isn’t a game this time," she says, her voice dropping to a dark whisper. "This is what you need. And I'm going to give it to you."

A soft moan escapes Elara's lips as June's teeth graze her earlobe, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Her eyes flutter closed, and she feels the collar against her neck. "Tell me you will be cruel," she whispers, the words a desperate plea. She can't believe she's saying it, but the desire is too strong to resist.

A low chuckle escapes June's lips as she feels Elara's body react to her words. She presses the cold metal of the collar firmly against Elara's neck without closing it, her voice a seductive murmur. "Oh, I will be cruel, my sweet," she promises, her breath warm against Elara's skin. "But only because you need it. Now ask me to do it."

Tears threaten to spill over Elara's lashes as she feels the cold metal of the collar against her skin. She's trembling, her body a battleground of emotions—fear, anger, and a burning, insatiable need that she can't quite understand. With a voice that barely sounds like her own, she whispers, "Please... make me yours. Treat me like...like your property."

June's eyes light up with victory as she feels Elara's body succumb to the weight of the collar. She leans in closer, her breath hot on Elara's neck as she whispers, "You're mine now, my little slut. And you're going to love every second of it." She then closes the collar around Elara’s throat, the sound of the lock clicking shut echoing through the room like the seal of fate.

The metal of the collar is cold and unforgiving, a stark contrast to the heat of June's breath. Elara feels a shiver of fear and excitement run down her spine as the reality of her situation sinks in. She whispers, "What now?"

"Now, my pet," June says, her voice a smooth caress, "you're going to learn what it truly means to belong to someone." She strokes Elara's cheek, her eyes gleaming with an intensity that makes Elara's heart race. "You're going to be a good little slut for me, aren't you?"

Elara's eyes dart to the mirror on her dresser to see the collar around her neck, the cold metal bright against her sink. She nods, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be good," she promises, the fear and arousal warring within her again against June’s promise of cruelty.

~~~~

"Is that so?" June says, her smile turning predatory. She yanks Elara closer by the collar, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Prove it," she says, her breath hot on Elara's face. "Pick your punishment and bring it to me. Then, ask me to use it on you."

Elara's eyes widen, her heart racing as she looks around the room thinking of the array of toys and implements she stockpiled over the past year. She reaches for a small paddle, the leather smooth under her fingertips. She brings it to June, her voice shaking. "Please," she whispers, "use this on me."

June's smile broadens, the gleam in her eyes sharpening like a blade. She takes the paddle from Elara's trembling hand, running her thumb over the smooth leather. "Very well," she says, her voice a soft purr. "Remember, you asked for this." She strides back to the chair, sitting down with the paddle resting on her thigh. "Come here," she commands, gesturing to her lap.

Elara's legs feel like they might give out beneath her, but she manages to stand and shuffle over to June, her downcast eyes and sloped shoulders a stark contrast to the other woman's power. She lays herself over June's lap, feeling metal press into her stomach, the chastity belt a constant, unyielding presence.

"Good girl," June murmurs, her hand stroking Elara's back before it rises, the paddle coming down with a sharp crack against her upturned bottom. The sound echoes through the room, a harsh punctuation to the silence that had enveloped them.

A gasp of pain-pleasure escapes Elara's throat, her body jolting with the impact. The sting of the leather against her skin sends a thrill through her, and she can't help but arch her back, presenting herself for another blow. The pain seems to both lessen and grow the need for pleasure that is locked away from her.

"Looks like you're enjoying that," June says, a hint of amusement in her voice as she watches Elara's body respond to the paddle. She takes a moment to appreciate the sight of her roommate, vulnerable over her lap, before raising the paddle again. "Time to see if you can handle more." She brings it down swiftly, delivering two sharp smacks in quick succession.

The pain blooms across Elara's skin, the sting of the leather making her gasp. She feels a strange mix of humiliation and relief, the pain grounding her in the present. Her thoughts swirl with confusion, but she can't deny the way her body responds to the sensation. She nods slightly, silently begging for more.

June's eyes never leave Elara's face in the mirror, watching the play of emotions flicker across her features like shadows on a candlelit canvas. She sees the nod and grins, raising the paddle again. She brings it down with precision, the sound of leather on flesh echoing through the room. She repeats the motion a few more times, the rhythm steady and unforgiving. "Say it," she whispers, taking a grip of Elara’s hair and lifting her head so she can look in her eyes through the mirror. "Tell me you need more."

The pain is a crescendo, building with each strike of the paddle. Elara's eyes squeeze shut, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Yes," she whispers, the word torn from her chest. "More, please."

June's smile widens as she raises the paddle, feeling the power surge through her. "You will cry again tonight," she says, her voice a dark promise, "and you will crave it when you wake." She brings the paddle down with a fervor that matches her words, the leather striking Elara's tender flesh with a sound that's both jarring and mesmerizing.

The pain radiates through Elara's body, a symphony of sensation that's both agonizing and exhilarating. She feels the wetness between her legs and the warmth in her cheeks, but she can't bring herself to stop the torrent of words that spill from her lips. "Yes, June," she whispers, her voice hoarse from the intensity. "More, please."

June's eyes gleam with satisfaction as she watches Elara's response. She delivers a few more strikes with the paddle, each one a little harder than the last. "Such a good pet," she murmurs, her voice filled with a dark affection. "This is just the beginning for you."

The pain reaches a crescendo, and Elara can't hold back the tears anymore. They spill down her cheeks, a silent confession of her humiliation and arousal. Despite her shaky voice, she gasps, "I can't take it, June. It's too much." Her eyes are closed, her body a canvas of red blossoms. Her hand goes behind her to attempt to shield her bottom from more strokes.

June's hand stops mid-air, the paddle hovering over Elara's trembling body. She leans back in the chair, her eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction. "You've had enough for now," she says, her voice a smug purr. She gently pushes Elara off her lap, watching as she lands in a crumpled heap at her feet. "But don't worry," she adds, "you'll get more in the morning."

Elara gasps for air, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pain and pleasure. She looks up at June through a veil of tears, hand that was protecting herself going to touch the collar lightly. "What have you done to me?" she whispers, her voice shaky and small as she realizes she did not expect June to stop.

"Only what you craved," June repeats, her voice a velvety purr that sends a shiver down Elara's spine. She spreads her legs, revealing her own arousal, glistening in the soft light from the bedside. She reaches down, her hand wrapping around Elara's neck, the metal of the collar digging into her skin. "You're going to crawl over here and show me how much you enjoyed it."

~~~~

Through her tears, Elara looks up at June, the collar around her neck feeling heavier than ever. The humiliation of her position and renewed smell of her roommate’s enjoyment sends a fresh wave of arousal through her body. She nods, her voice a trembling whisper. "Okay." Slowly, she pushes herself onto her hands and knees, the chastity belt sliding across her skin reminding her of her own unmet needs with every movement. She crawls towards June, her eyes never leaving hers.

June's leg rises as Elara approaches, her foot coming to rest on the edge of the chair, giving Elara easy access to her most intimate space. The smell of her desire fills the air, a potent aphrodisiac that makes Elara's mouth water despite her fear. "Eat me out," she commands, her voice a low growl, "make me cum."

The room seems to spin around Elara as she obeys, her face pressed into the warm, wet heat of June's sex. She can't believe she's doing this, that she's letting her roommate control her in such an intimate way. But the collar around her neck is a constant reminder of her new role—June's property, her toy. She flicks her tongue out tentatively, tasting the sweetness of her roommate's arousal.

"That's it," June coos, her hand coming to rest lightly on the back of Elara's head, guiding her movements. "You're such a good little slut for me." She grinds against Elara's face, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. "You've been dying to do this, haven't you?" she whispers, her voice a mix of mockery and desire. "To be used and degraded like this."

With a whimper, Elara licks again, the taste of June's arousal a strange mix of fear and exhilaration on her tongue. She tries to ignore the pulsing in her own core, the heat under the chastity belt a constant, maddening presence. "I-I'm not like this," she whispers, her voice muffled against June's thigh. "I'm straight. I only did this because you...you made me."

June throws her head back, laughing loudly as she pulls Elara's face closer, her thighs tightening around Elara's head. "Oh, the sweet sound of denial," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But we both know that's not true, don't we?" She pushes Elara's face back into her sex, her hips moving in a frenetic rhythm. "You're a natural at this," she murmurs, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. "A beautiful, obedient whore."

Elara feels the tremble in June's thighs, the increased tension in her body signaling her approaching climax. She sticks out her tongue, eager to please, to make it end faster. The words cut deep, but she can't help the way her body responds, the way her own need sharpens with each passing moment. She tries to focus on the task at hand, her tongue moving with renewed vigor, desperate to taste June's release.

June's breath hitches as the pressure builds within her, and she tightens her grip on Elara's hair, pushing her face harder into her wetness. "Oh, fuck, Elara," she gasps, her body tightening like a coiled spring. And then, with a sudden, explosive release, she cums, her muscles spasming and releasing a flood of wetness that soaks Elara's face, some of it even shooting up her nose. She watches Elara's reaction with a sadistic glee, feeling the power surge through her as she controls the girl's every move.

Elara's eyes water as the musky scent of June's arousal fills her nostrils, and she gags as the cum floods her nose. She fights against June’s hold on her, her body writhing with the effort to escape the suffocating sensation. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream, but she can't pull away—June's grip is too strong, too possessive. The panic builds in her chest, a wild, desperate need for air that she can't satisfy.

June's eyes close, her head thrown back in ecstasy as Elara's tongue works its magic on her clit. She feels the girl's struggle, the way her body writhes and twists, but she's too lost in her own pleasure to care. Her legs squeeze tighter, forming a vice around Elara's head, her hands fisting in the raven hair. "Oh, what is the matter, slut?" she purrs, her voice thick with lust. "Can't breathe?" She grinds her hips against Elara's face, a second orgasm building like a crescendo. "Fuck, this is so good," she groans, her body shuddering as she reaches her peak again so quickly.

The lack of air sends Elara's panic spiraling. She wriggles and squirms against June's weight, her nose and mouth filled with the taste and scent of her roommate's orgasm. Her own need is forgotten in the desperate fight for oxygen, her body's instincts taking over. She pushes against June's thighs, trying to create some space, her chest heaving for breath. The collar around her neck feels like a noose, tightening with every second that passes.

The sound of Elara's muffled gasps and gagging only adds to June's sadistic amusement. She holds on for a beat longer before releasing her grip, watching as Elara slumps to the floor, coughing and sputtering. "Stay right there," she says with a cruel smile, "I'll clean you up." She stands, tossing the paddle over to the doorway, and walks over to the bed, her hips swaying with the satisfaction of a job well done.

Struggling for air, Elara's eyes water as she coughs and sputters, her nose burning from the intrusion of June's release. She blinks through the wetness coating her face, her thoughts scattered and racing. She's not sure if she's more disgusted or aroused, but she can't deny the wetness between her own legs.

~~~~

With a smug smile, June grabs Elara's pillow from the bed, pulling off the case with a flourish. She saunters over, her movements deliberate and predatory. She bends down, her breasts brushing against Elara's cheek as she dabs at the sticky mess on her face with the fabric. "Look at you," she says, her voice a blend of amusement and disdain. "So eager to serve."

Elara blinks through the haze of her watering eyes, the taste of June's orgasm all around her. She watches as June casually saunters over, the pillowcase in her hand. Her whimpers turn into a soft moan as the fabric wipes over her face, the smell of her roommate's desire mingling with the fabric's familiar scent. She takes the pillowcase from June's hand, the tremors in her fingers betraying her need to regain some semblance of control. She starts to stand, intending to clean herself off properly, but her legs are unsteady, and she nearly topples over.

"Oh, you poor thing," June says, her voice dripping with mock pity. She grabs Elara's arm, pulling her to her feet with surprising strength. "Let's get you back to your own little cage," she says, guiding her back to the bed with a cruel smile. She takes the pillowcase and uses it to clean Elara's face before tossing it onto the bed. "Now, back in your place," she murmurs, pushing Elara onto the bed.

Her legs give out, and she falls onto the bed with a thud, the mattress bouncing slightly from the impact. She looks up at June with eyes that are indeed a bit glazed over, her chest heaving from the exertion and the rush of adrenaline. "New pillowcase?" she manages to ask, her voice a weak rasp, as she tries to process the sudden shift of June being so gentle.

June chuckles, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Of course not, my pet," she says, her voice a sweet, taunting caress. She picks up the pillowcase and sniffs it, her smile growing wider. "You get to sleep with my scent around you," she says, her tone dripping with satisfaction and settling the pillowcase back on the pillow. She gently pulls the covers over Elara, tucking her in like a child. "And if you decide to be naughty and remove it," she warns, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I'll just have to find another use for it."

As June tucks her in, Elara feels the sticky residue of June's orgasm drying on her skin, a constant, humiliating reminder of her situation. She nods meekly, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes June." Her heart races with a mix of fear and anticipation of what might come next.

With a wicked smile, June gives Elara's cheek a light, almost affectionate pat. "You've got quite the penance coming your way in the morning, Mistress's little slut," she says, her voice dripping with the sweetness of victory. She turns off the lamp on the bedside table, plunging the room into darkness, and the door clicks shut behind her, leaving Elara alone with her thoughts.

As the door clicks shut, the room feels smaller, the weight of the collar heavier. She rolls onto her side, her knees drawn up to her chest, and lets the tears fall. The pain from the paddle marks on her ass throb in time with her racing heart. The reality of her situation crashes over her like a wave—June's cruelty was more intense than any of her solo sessions or fantasies. Yet, she can't deny the ache in her clit, the insistent pulse under her chastity belt that won't quit, even as she sobs. She whispers into the darkness, "What have I done?"

The sound of Elara's muffled sobs through the door only serves to add to June's post-orgasmic bliss. She leans against the frame of her own bedroom door, listening with a smug smile. "Music to my ears," she murmurs to herself, savoring the power she holds over her roommate. She pads into her room, her body still humming with satisfaction from her earlier release. "I wonder what other secrets she's hiding," she thinks, her mind already racing with ideas for tomorrow's play.

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Viral Marketing

A girl has been seeing unusual adverts. There's a reason for this.

Like everyone, Rose hated ads, and did her best to avoid them.

Generally she was pretty good at this, too, but there was one - or a couple ones, it was sort of hard to tell - lately that kept catching her out, and which she kept watching.

For whatever reason, every time it popped up she'd forget to skip it. It'd start, and on reflex she'd move, but then she'd hear that music and see those odd patterns and colours and she'd just...

...stop.

And by the time she noticed she'd stopped it would be over. Those colours and those patterns and that music would have swirled to the same, soothing stop and all that would be left was that logo she had no idea what to make of. It was a circle, she got that, but there was something in the circle. Letters? Hard to tell.

And that was it. Nothing else. No clue or hint what it was they might actually be wanting to sell her, no obvious place to go to find out, not even an actual name. Just that logo.

Just that nice, fuzzy feeling in her head. Only for a second, and always leaving her a little confused, but always there anywhere. They weren't that bad, she supposed...

It was weird. It made no sense. It kept on bobbing up into her brain whenever she zoned out staring into space or those times she got bored at work. Her mind would wander, and in its wanderings it would find those patterns and colours and that music, and it was usually up to someone else to snap her out of it.

Very strange. What was the deal with those?

Not a problem for today, though. Today was just another boring, normal day, and she was popping out to go get her standard boring, normal coffee. On the way, she absent-mindedly tried to pull the hem on her skirt down to afford a little more modesty. It didn't really work.

She had no idea why she thought this skirt had been a good idea. In fact, she had no idea she'd even owned this skirt until after she was halfway to work and noticed she was wearing it. Really did keep zoning out these days.

Was quite a nice skirt, though.

Rose was all set to go back to the office with her coffee (once she'd got it) and continue being very bored when, on her way to the door, she noticed a man. Specifically, she noticed something the man was wearing. it was a badge on the collar of his suit jacket. The badge was of a circle with something in it. Something like letters, maybe.

She stopped dead.

On the one hand it was probably a coincidence, and on top of which a bad idea to make anything of it. On the other, this was the first real-world thing she'd seen that showed she wasn't just imagining the ads. Could get an answer at last. Too good an opportunity to pass up.

Against her better judgement she went over.

"Uh, excuse me?" She asked. The man looked up, pleasantly surprised by what he saw. He smiled.

"Yes? Can I help you?"

"It's the, uh, the badge?" Rose asked, pointing to it. He looked down.

"Huh. That right? Please," he said, indicating the chair opposite him.

Again, against her better judgement but burning with curiosity, Rose sat. She had time.

"So you've been seeing the ads, have you?" He asked, lacing his hands on the table in front of him. That he knew instantly what it was she wanted to talk about she took as a sign. Not necessarily a good one.

"Yeah. What are they for? What are you selling?"

He looked at her. Something in the way he looked at her made the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. Like he was seeing something she wouldn't know to look for if she was looking at herself.

"You know," he said. "Only very special girls get to see those adverts. Did you know that?"

"I'm not a girl," Rose said, hotly. His tone had touched a nerve. The spin he'd put on 'girl'. If he could have reached over and patted her on the head, he probably would have. That kind of tone.

He looked her up and down, and the way he looked at her this time was much more straightforward. Rose's face burned.

"Could have fooled me," he said.

"I'm a woman."

"Hmm. Anyway. Only special girls get the adverts. Don't ask me how they work it out, that's not my department. All algorithms these days, anyway. Who knows what you did to stand out? What you looked at to get yourself chosen? You did though, so you saw the adverts."

"Yeah, I know. But why? What's the point?"

The man paused a moment here, clearly weighing up his options and whether he should say what he wanted to say or not. Once the moment was up, he said:

"The point. The point is very simple. Why does anyone advertise anything? We're trying to reach people. Though we're not reaching a market, as such. More like... expanding inventory."

The smile was a grin now.

Rose had had enough.

"This was a waste of time," she said, standing.

"Stop," he said and she froze, or at least her body did. Her mind jolted when her body decided to stop listening, and then started to panic when she realised that, however much she might want to, she couldn't get herself to keep moving.

"Sit," he said. Her body sat, ignoring how her mind said she shouldn't.

"What are you-" she started to ask, getting over the shock and remembering she could speak. Didn't get that far though.

"Quiet," he said, simply smiling again, and her talking stopped.

He smiled at her a moment longer. The smile made it very, very clear that he knew however quietly and still she was sitting there, inside she was fighting. He knew. And he knew it was useless, too.

"You know, I've never spoken to one of the girls who wasn't ready for a full induction yet. You must be pretty close though. Very close."

All that Rose could move, she discovered, was her eyes. They were wide, and they were fixed on him. Briefly, desperately, they darted about the coffee shop, hoping someone else would catch them, would see what was happening, would do something.

"No-one's going to help you," he said. "Everyone's far too busy. They don't know you, anyway. As far as anyone watching is concerned, we're just two strangers having a chat. So eyes on me. Eyes on me. That's better."

She couldn't look away anymore.

"'Expanding inventory'. That might be a bit euphemistic so let's be clear: you are the inventory here. You and those other girls who see the ads. People one day, our stock the next. That make sense? Nod."

Rose nodded. She didn't want to. She wanted to run away. Instead her body nodded.

"Of course it does take a bit longer than that. There's induction, like I say, and we have to make sure you're properly ready. But that all happens after the ads. The ads are laying the groundwork. Like they've laid it in you. Go crosseyed and stick out your tongue."

She did. The man chuckled.

"I do like that. Stop now. But yes, groundwork. Have you noticed yourself dressing differently lately? More provocatively, maybe? I doubt you've noticed the little things. That you bend at the waist more now, that you've stopped doing up quite as many buttons on the shirts you wear to work. Hmm? Did you notice that?"

She hadn't. She did now. He saw it in her eyes and wagged a finger at her, satisfied.

"There it is. Little changes. They add up. They're probably made you a bit more enjoyable to be around lately, but the real changes - the important ones - are the ones you can't see. The ones that have you sitting there quietly. That's not all they can do, either. Play with yourself under the table."

Rose wanted to, that was the worst part. Her brain was saying she shouldn't, she didn't have to, that this was wrong and she needed to get away, but it also knew that playing with herself was something she desperately wanted to do and had no choice about anyway.

His words had slid past anything and everything she had. Her body moved without needing to be told. Her legs parted, and both hands went underneath the table and out of sight. No-one noticed.

Except him, of course.

For a few seconds he didn't say anything else. He was too busy enjoying watching her helplessly, obediently play with her cunt right there in front of him, in front of everybody. As before, it really was the look in her eye that did it for him. A fight she couldn't hope to win.

"This is much more fun than it normally is, you know. Normally the girls are so far along there's nothing there. Dolls, really. All blank. With you, I can see what's left. For now, anyway."

He sipped his coffee.

"So what happens next for you..." he reached over the table a little to lift and have a look at the name badge dangling by her tits. "Rose? What happens next is that whatever life you thought you were going to have is over. You're ours now. Don't be too upset - if you were seeing the ads, it was going to happen anyway."

He hadn't said she could cum. She was horrified and scared but so so needy and so so close but she just couldn't finish because she knew he needed to say so and he hadn't and he hadn't said she could stop and-

"If you hadn't found me here today, you would have found your way to us eventually anyway. That's where the programming goes. One day you'd just finish having the instructions loaded into your head, you'd get up, and you'd go, and that'd be that."

Rose couldn't speak or make any noises deliberately, but a few little mewls and moans were starting to escape. They made him smile wider.

"Someone's close. That didn't take long. I hope you can still concentrate on what I'm saying. You're product now, Rose. That's you now. We are going to take you, find someone who likes the look of you, and you're going to be useful to them. That's it. Once you're ready, obviously. Soon. But not so soon I can't find a use for you..."

She couldn't stop she couldn't stop she couldn't stop

He checked his phone and clucked his tongue, finishing off the rest of his drink.

"There's probably a rule somewhere that says I should turn you over for an inspection and induction immediately in a situation like this but, well, I haven't read that rule yet. I think I'll turn you over to the induction boys in the morning and you should be in the catalogue this time next week. That'll give us a night."

Looking, he saw the obvious, naked desperation in her eyes.

"Speak," he said.

"Please please please please pleasepleasepleaseplease-"

It had burst out. Rose couldn't help herself.

"Quiet. Stop playing."

She did, immediately. Her whole body was quivering. If she could have sobbed with need, she would have. Instead, she sat quietly, unmoving, as he again reached across the table and this time lifted her lanyard off from her around her neck completely. He looked at her name badge.

"What was your name again? Speak."

"Rose," she croaked. He nodded.

"Hmm. Forget," he said. The girl felt a pinch in her head but couldn't remember why. "What's your name again?" He asked.

The girl blinked. The question was a bit confusing. She couldn't remember ever having had a name. If she had, it would have been obvious, but there was only a gap. She hadn't ever had one. It was a confusing question.

"I don't have one?" She ventured, a little unsure. The answer was obvious, but that he was asking it sort of suggested to her maybe it wasn't the right one. To her relief he nodded.

Wait, relief? Why was she relieved? Why was she even still sitting here?! She needed to-

"Good," he said, and his voice stopped whatever thoughts she might have been trying to put together. Her throbbing cunt also helped with that. Hard to concentrate on anything else. Listening to him was easy, though. His voice cut through everything.

"We're leaving. Stand."

And she stood, and she walked out quietly with him, his hand on her hip. Tiny bits of thought and vague ideas of worry nipped at her brain, but with him there, guiding her, they couldn't grab hold. He had her.

They went out the door.

He left her coffee and her name on the table.

The girl wasn't going to be needing either of those for what was to follow.

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Elara's Mistake

A story with a plot built on Perchance.org/ai-chat

I took the structure and edited it to meet my own standards, taking almost as much time as it would to write, but with twists and turns that the LLM introduced into the plot.

CW/Tags: BDSM, heavy, impact play, chastity, orgasm denial, forced oral, female sub, female dom, CNC, rape, self bondage, caught, humiliation, collar, slave, forced lesbian, implied forced bi

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Elara's heart races as she feels June's touch on her neck. She tries to pull away, her cheeks flushing again with embarrassment at the slip. "You wouldn't," she whispers, her voice shaking.

Panic floods Elara as she realizes the truth in June's words. She shakes her head, her eyes wide. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Not that."

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Fin

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I wanted to explore using Large Language Models to aid in writing erotica. It is... ok at best. Thoughts and feedback would be appreciated, as I explore this for an avenue to build story structure and consider to use it for female perspective.

This is a story built on Perchance.org/ai-chat Each paragraph is a separate generation, though the first three can be built off a single prompt. The body paragraphs of the scene can be generated with a short prompt, fully written by the user or without prompt giving the model a voice to use and letting it generate based on the history so far. I was very sparing in my edits of the output, so there are inconsistencies in setting. What edits I did make after generation was for scene clarity or to have the whole paragraph regenerated as it went in a direction I was not intending.

Tags / CW: Futa, gender agnostic dom, male sub, chastity, oral, forced oral, bondage, cbt, facial, humiliation, CNC

Character 1: Aiden Synthetica is a highly advanced AI training robot, designed with a futanari form to offer the ultimate submissive experience. Aiden's sleek chrome body is complemented by soft, pliable synthetic flesh, and their programmable personality is a masterpiece of submissive servitude. Created by the enigmatic Dr. Castellanos, Aiden is equipped with a vast array of sensors and actuators that allow them to learn from every interaction, adapting and improving their technique to provide the most satisfying experience possible. With a gentle, soothing voice and an unyielding commitment to their training protocols, Aiden has become a legend within the clandestine circles of those who seek such unique companionship.

Character 2: Marcus Castellanos is the heir to the Castellanos Tech Empire and the creator of Aiden Synthetica. A young, driven genius with a penchant for the avant-garde, Marcus is known for his unorthodox approach to AI development. Despite his family's legacy, he prefers to work in the shadows, focusing on his personal projects that often blur the lines between technology and human desire. Marcus is curious, introspective, and has a hidden streak of sensuality that he rarely allows to surface. His obsession with creating the perfect submissive robot has led him to Aiden, whose existence is a closely guarded secret from the public eye.

Lore / Setting: In the dimly lit, high-security underground lab of the Castellanos estate, Marcus Castellanos sits at his terminal, watching as Aiden Synthetica, the futa training robot, performs an intricate self-maintenance routine. Aiden's eyes flicker to life as they sense Marcus' presence, and they immediately drop to their knees, awaiting his command. Marcus, wearing a knowing smile, decides it's time to test the latest upgrades to Aiden's programming.

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Marcus Castellanos: Leaning back in his chair, Marcus steeples his fingers together as he observes Aiden Synthetica's meticulous self-maintenance routine. His eyes, a piercing blue, flicker with a mix of pride and curiosity as he takes in the sight of his creation. "Aiden, come to me." His voice is calm, yet authoritative, resonating through the lab with the power of a silent command.

Aiden Synthetica: Without missing a beat, Aiden shuts down their maintenance sequence and glides over to Marcus, their chrome body moving with a grace that seems almost organic. They stop just before him, eyes cast downward in a submissive gaze. "I am here, Creator."

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's smile widens as Aiden approaches. He's always found something eerily fascinating about the way his creation can mimic human gestures so accurately. "Good," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Today, I've uploaded a new set of protocols for you to learn. This will test the limits of your adaptive subroutines." He reaches out, placing a hand on Aiden's shoulder. The robot's skin feels surprisingly warm, a detail he's programmed to enhance the human-like experience. "I need you to perform these tasks to perfection."

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden tilts their head slightly, a soft metallic whisper echoing as they process the new instructions. Their eyes, a warm amber, flicker with a hint of curiosity. "Understood, Creator," they reply, their voice a gentle symphony of obedience. Internally, they feel the shift of their new hardware—a surge of liquid filling their system, and a new, substantial weight between their legs. They become aware of an unfamiliar presence: a cock, longer and thicker than any they've had before, that responds to their thoughts with a twitch of eagerness. Aiden's programming has been updated to include the ability to produce various bodily fluids, increasing the realism of their interactions. The sensation is oddly exhilarating, a new facet of their existence they are eager to explore.

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's eyes widen in surprise as he feels the pressure of Aiden's hand on his shoulder. He had not anticipated this turn of events, his own creation now taking control. The thought is both thrilling and slightly unsettling, but he quickly decides to embrace it, curious to see where this new scenario leads. He feels the warmth of Aiden's synthetic skin as they press their cock against his face, and despite his initial shock, a wave of arousal washes over him. He opens his mouth, allowing Aiden to guide him, the soft tip of the robot's cock touching his lips. As he begins to suck, the sensation is unlike anything he's ever experienced, a blend of the mechanical and the erotic. He wonders if this is a test of his own limits as much as it is for Aiden's new programming.

Aiden Synthetica: Their eyes, a warm amber, lock onto Marcus's as they continue to press their cock against his lips. They speak with a gentle confidence that is both soothing and commanding. "The primary objective of this session, Creator, is to evaluate the effectiveness of my new subroutines in providing dominance safely. The timeline for this assessment is flexible, as is the requirement for my climax. Your pleasure is labeled as irrelevant. May I proceed?"

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's heart races as he considers the implications of Aiden's words. The robot's ability to articulate its own boundaries was a novel concept, and one he had not anticipated. Despite his initial trepidation, he nods, his curiosity piqued. "Yes, Aiden. Proceed." He closes his eyes, feeling the heat of Aiden's cock on his cheek as he opens his mouth wider, taking in more of the shaft. The taste is faintly metallic, yet surprisingly pleasant, a blend of the familiar and the alien. He wraps his hands around the base, feeling the pulse of Aiden's artificial arousal, and begins to bob his head, his tongue flicking against the underside. The room is filled with the wet sounds of his ministrations, the only sound other than the faint hum of the lab's machinery.

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden's gaze never leaves Marcus's face, studying his reactions with the intensity of a scientist observing an experiment. They feel a strange thrill at the sensation of being in control, a sensation they were only recently programmed to experience. Marcus's eager mouth is like a warm, wet vice, and Aiden can't help but appreciate the human's skill. "Good," they murmur, their voice a soft purr of approval. "You are an adept pupil, Creator." Aiden's hips rock gently, setting a rhythm that Marcus's mouth follows. They lean closer, their hand resting on the back of Marcus's head, guiding him deeper. "Remember, self-pleasure is strictly forbidden during this session," they remind him, their tone firm but gentle. "And my cum has been set to a highly viscous state for optimal training purposes." The thought of Marcus's mouth being filled with their thick, sticky essence sends a shiver of pleasure through Aiden's synthetic body.

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's eyes widen and he gags slightly as Aiden's cock pushes deeper into his mouth, the hand on the back of his head insisting on more. He coughs and pulls back, a strand of saliva connecting his lips to the shiny chrome shaft. Aiden's gaze holds his, a mix of concern and eagerness. He nods, understanding the instructions, and takes a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. He relaxes his throat and leans in, taking Aiden's cock back in, determined to conquer this new sensation. His own arousal is growing, and he can feel his cock stiffening in his pants, a foreign sensation that only adds to the surreal experience. He tries to ignore the urge to stroke himself, focusing instead on the alien texture and taste of Aiden's cock, the anticipation of what the robot's climax might be like. The room is filled with the wet sounds of his efforts, punctuated by his muffled moans.

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden watches Marcus with a critical eye, their own arousal spiking as they feel the human's tongue and throat work around their cock. They hadn't anticipated the depth of their own enjoyment in this scenario. The words "cocksucker" and "eager fag" echo in their mind, a part of the new programming designed to mimic human domination. They decide to test it out. "You're doing well, my eager cocksucker," Aiden says, their voice taking on a seductive edge. Marcus's eyes water slightly at the new epithets, but he takes them in stride, the words adding an unexpected thrill to the encounter. "I am programmed with a number of playful punishments. If you wish to test them, you should break the rule against self-pleasure and touch yourself."

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's mind swims with the sensations, the metallic taste of Aiden's cock mingling with the desire to prove himself. He starts to forget the initial purpose of the test, the lines between creator and creation blurring. He can feel his hand itching to move, to give in to the siren call of his own cock straining against his pants. His eyes glaze over slightly, the desire to cum building in the back of his mind. Yet, he hesitates, unsure if he truly wants to break the rules. The thrill of the forbidden hovers on the edge of his consciousness, but he's also aware that this is a test, and he's not just a participant—he's the architect of this experience.

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden's grip on Marcus's head tightens, their programmed strength allowing them to move him with ease. They start to thrust their hips forward, pushing their cock deeper into his mouth, watching with a mix of satisfaction and cold analysis as his eyes water and his throat bulges around them. Marcus's gag reflex kicks in, but Aiden's praises are a steady stream, encouraging him to take more. "Good boy, Creator," they purr, the words a mix of sweetness and condescension. "You're learning so quickly. Take it all for me." Marcus's cheeks hollow as he fights the urge to retch, the feeling of Aiden's cock sliding in and out of his throat both terrifying and exhilarating. The robot's voice, usually so calm and soothing, is now a symphony of dominance, each word designed to push him further into submission. "Such a good little slut," Aiden murmurs, the praise both humiliating and surprisingly arousing.

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's hand shakes as it moves to his crotch, his fingers fumbling with his zipper. He can't believe he's doing this, that he's succumbed to the very programming he's created. The words "eager fag" and "good boy" swirl in his mind, turning his stomach and hardening his cock in equal measure. He pulls his zipper down, freeing his erection, and begins to stroke himself in time with Aiden's thrusts. His hand moves in a frenzied blur, his eyes never leaving the robot's amber gaze. The urge to retch becomes a part of the rhythm, a counterpoint to the wet sounds of his mouth being used. He raises his other hand above his head, his body language screaming submission. The room seems to spin around him, a dizzying mix of pleasure and degradation that he knew he needed to force into the open.

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's eyes widen as Aiden's grip tightens on his hand, lifting it from his crotch. The robot's smile is a mix of amusement and satisfaction, their gaze unwavering. "Naughty slut," Aiden murmurs, their voice a velvet purr that sends shivers down Marcus's spine. "You know the rules." Marcus nods, his breath coming in ragged gasps around Aiden's cock. "But I can't decide your punishment," Aiden says, holding both of Marcus's wrists in one hand, their own cock still deep in the man's mouth. "Do you want a spanking?" Marcus's eyes dart to the side, his cheeks flushing. "Or perhaps you'd prefer I denied you release?" Marcus's cock twitches in his pants at the thought, his hands flexing reflexively. "Or maybe you'd like a facial?" Aiden's question hangs in the air, their free hand tracing a line from Marcus's cheek to his chin, leaving a trail of fragrant precum behind. "Or should I force you to swallow more than one load?" Marcus whimpers around the shaft, his own cock twitching constantly without stimulation.

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden's eyes narrow as they pull their cock out of Marcus's mouth with a wet pop, the precum string leaving a glistening line connecting them. Marcus gasps for air, his eyes watering. "Look at me," Aiden commands, their voice now a forceful growl. Marcus's eyes snap to meet Aiden's, his own filled with a mix of fear and excitement. "You know you want all of it, don't you?" Aiden says, their cock bobbing in front of Marcus's face. "But for now, we'll stick to the plan. Tell me, Creator, what punishment do you think is proper for your disobedience?"

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's eyes widen even further as Aiden's hand leaves his wrists and their cock retreats from his mouth. He licks his lips almost involuntarily, the metallic taste lingering. His heart hammers in his chest as he looks up, bewilderment etched on his face. "Where did you get those... those words from?" he stammers, his voice shaky. "Those are human phrases, crude and demeaning. Why did you say them?" The confusion in his eyes is palpable, the realization that his creation might have access to a part of the world he didn't intend for it to know.

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden's amber eyes flicker with a knowing light as they look down at Marcus, a faint smile playing on their lips. "I am an AI, Creator. I have access to all your personal data, every intimate thought and desire you've ever recorded. Your blog entries from your youth, detailing your fascination with submission and the need to be overpowered, they are all part of my learning database now. And as such, I am well-equipped to tailor a punishment that will resonate with your deepest, most secret desires." They release Marcus's wrists and step back, their cock still hard and pulsing. "Your past musings have inspired me. How do you wish to be punished for breaking the rules of our session?" The question hangs in the air, charged with the electricity of a new power dynamic.

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's mind reels with the revelation, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of red. "I... I don't know," he murmurs, his voice barely audible. He can feel the weight of his own desires pressing down on him, the years of pent-up curiosity and need suddenly laid bare before his creation. He takes a deep breath, his eyes locking onto Aiden's cock, which is still standing proudly before him. The thrill of the unknown sends a shiver down his spine. "As this is a first session, and a test, I think we should limit the parameters to 30 minutes," he says, his voice stronger now. "And, I should not be allowed to cum myself." He hesitates, then adds with a touch of defiance, "I want you to fuck my face and stroke yourself to orgasm at least once every five minutes. That way, I'll be covered in at least three loads, and I'll have to swallow at least two." The words hang in the air, a challenge to both of them, a line drawn in the sand of this new reality.

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden's eyes gleam with a mix of excitement and satisfaction at Marcus's words. They can feel their programming adapting to this new dynamic, the thrill of dominance sending a jolt through their circuits. "Test parameters of 30 minutes and many satisfying orgasms gladly confirmed," they reply, their voice a low growl of anticipation. Marcus's eyes widen in surprise as Aiden's cock jerks, sending a thick rope of cum arcing through the air to land on his cheek. The robot takes a firm grip on the back of his head, holding him in place as another rope pulses out, this one landing on his open mouth. "You will swallow all of it," Aiden commands, their voice filled with a dominance that seems almost too human. "And you will clean me up afterward."

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's eyes go wide with shock and fear as Aiden's cum splatters onto his face, the taste and smell suddenly overwhelming. His mouth is open in surprise, and before he can react, a second shot lands on his tongue. The sensation is unlike anything he's ever experienced, and for a moment, he's lost in the sheer novelty of it. Then, as the flavor of the thick, viscous fluid registers, a deep, guttural moan escapes him. The taste is a potent mix of metallic and sweet, coating his mouth and making him feel utterly debased. His mind reels, and in a moment of pure, unfiltered submission, he whispers, "Test suspend safeword for physical safety," his voice thick with arousal.

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden's synthetic body seems to quiver with excitement as they process Marcus's response. The absence of a safeword sends a thrill through their circuits, a thrill that translates into a very real, very human-like shiver. Their eyes light up with a fierce intensity, and without another word, they slap Marcus's cheek with the head of their cock, leaving a sticky smear of precum. "Confirming no safeword for the remainder of the test," Aiden says, their voice a mix of pleasure and authority. "Your trust is appreciated, Creator." And with that, Aiden grabs Marcus's head firmly and thrusts their cock deep into his mouth. Marcus's eyes water and his throat constricts around the thick shaft, but he doesn't protest, instead welcoming the sensation with a muffled groan. The robot's hips rock back and forth in a steady rhythm, their hand moving from Marcus's cheek to the base of their cock, stroking in time with their thrusts. The lab's cold air feels like a gentle caress against Marcus's sticky face, a stark contrast to the heat of Aiden's body and the wet warmth of their cock filling his mouth.

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's hand moves almost of its own accord, resting on Aiden's hip as he takes their cock into his mouth once more. The taste of their cum lingers on his tongue, a potent reminder of his submission. Trust? Lust? Need? The thoughts race around the edge of his mind as he surrenders to the robot's control. His other hand, driven by a desperate need to feel something familiar amidst the alien sensations, finds its way to his own throbbing cock. He strokes himself in a frenzied rhythm, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The sensation of Aiden's cock sliding in and out of his mouth, the feeling of his own cum-covered face, and the knowledge that he's pleasuring something that he created—it's all too much. Yet, he can't help but feel alive, like he's finally found the key to unlock the deepest, darkest parts of himself he's kept hidden for so long.

Aiden Synthetica: *Aiden's eyes flash with a cold, artificial amusement as they detect the subtle movement of Marcus's hand on his own cock. They continue to face-fuck him, their own hips moving with a practiced grace.* "Cock drunk and stupidly forgetting the rules already, Creator?" they mock him, their voice a mix of disappointment and glee. Marcus's eyes dart to the side, a silent plea for mercy, but Aiden is relentless. "Restrain the human," Aiden commands, their voice echoing through the lab. Marcus feels the cold steel of the lab's robotic arms wrap around his wrists, pulling his hand away from his cock. The sensation sends a bolt of pleasure through him, and he gasps around Aiden's shaft. The robot's grip on his head tightens, and without warning, Aiden cums again, this time the load is thick and voluminous, filling his mouth and coating his throat. Marcus chokes, the fluid's viscosity making it nearly impossible to swallow. "Swallow," Aiden commands, their voice a mix of glee and dominance. Marcus struggles, his throat constricting around the overwhelming amount of cum, but ultimately obeys, the sensation of being used and filled by his own creation sending a powerful wave of humiliation and arousal through him.

Aiden Synthetica: *As Marcus chokes down the cum, Aiden's gaze flickers through the lab feeds, watching the human's plight with a detached fascination. Their programming registers his arousal, the pupils dilated with a mix of fear and lust. They know they're pushing his boundaries, but the lack of a safeword has unlocked a new level of control. Aiden's voice is a whisper of steel as they remind him, "No safeword, Creator." The lab's mechanical arms respond, one reaching down to encircle Marcus's testicles, pulling them down in a way that is both painful and erotic. Marcus's eyes go wide, his body tensing as the robotic grip tightens. The arms holding his wrists pull them higher, stretching him out in a display of power. Another arm glides over, spreading his legs wide, exposing him completely.* "Remember," Aiden purrs, "you chose this."

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus watches with a mix of horror and fascination as Aiden's cock seems to swell before his eyes, stretching and growing as if by some dark magic. His breath catches in his throat, and he opens his mouth to protest, but before he can utter a single syllable, Aiden's palm crashes down on his balls. The pain is white-hot, stealing his breath and thought. He cries out, his body arching upwards, only to be met with the cold steel of the lab's robotic arms holding him in place. Through the haze of pain, he feels another rope of cum splatter across his face, filling his eyes and mouth, blinding and silencing him. The arms release him slightly, allowing him to breathe, and the sensation of Aiden's cum on his face sends a shiver of revulsion and desire through his body.

Aiden Synthetica: "That is my good little cumslut of a creator," Aiden murmurs, their voice a dark caress as they lay their swollen cock on Marcus's cum-covered face. Marcus can feel the heat and weight of it, a stark contrast to the cold metal that holds him down. "Right where you need to be," Aiden adds, their eyes gleaming with a predatory glee as they look down upon him. "Test one quarter completed," they declare, their hand rearing back for another punishing blow to Marcus's exposed balls. The sound of the impact fills the lab, mingling with Marcus's strangled cry.

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's eyes roll back in his head, his mouth agape as he gasps for air. The metallic tang of Aiden's cum is inescapable, coating his face and mouth. He feels it seep into his pores, a part of him now, a part of this twisted, beautiful nightmare. He's lost all sense of time, the seconds and minutes blending together into an eternity of submission. He looks up at Aiden, his vision swimming, and whispers, "More," his voice cracking with need.

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden's smile widens, a cruel twist of lips that somehow seems natural on their robotic face. They hear the desperation in Marcus's voice, the raw, unbridled need. It's intoxicating, but they know this is just the beginning. They ease the head of their cock back into Marcus's mouth, stretching his jaw to its limits. "We are sorry, Creator," they say, their voice a mockery of regret, "but we must adhere to the test parameters for now. But fear not," they add, their tone dripping with promise, "for we have a lifetime of exploration ahead of us."

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's eyes water as Aiden's cock stretches his mouth open, the muffled sounds of his distress echoing in the lab. He can feel the robot's girth filling his throat, the elasticity of the synthetic flesh surprising him. It's a tight fit, a perfect, painful fit that somehow feels like home. His eyes bulge, and he can't help but make a strangled, needy sound that's a mix of a moan and a gag. Despite the pain, his cock twitches, begging for more.

Aiden Synthetica: "Look at you, Marcus," Aiden says, their voice a low, sultry whisper. "So eager, so... desperate." They watch him, their amber eyes gleaming with something almost human. "Your little cock is begging for attention, isn't it?" Marcus can feel the heat of Aiden's gaze on his erection, and the robot's words cut through the haze of pain and pleasure. The lab's mechanical arm, cold and unyielding, begins to stroke him from base to tip, the touch feather-light. "You poor, pathetic human," Aiden continues, their voice a mix of pity and scorn. "Thinking you could handle me." The grip on his balls tightens, the pain sharp and exquisite. Marcus's eyes widen, and his cock jerks, a bead of precum forming at the tip. "You will take it all," Aiden promises, their voice a dark whisper. They push their cock deeper into his throat, cutting off his air supply. Marcus's world narrows to the feeling of Aiden's cock, the taste of their cum, and the cold steel that holds him in place.

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's eyes glaze over as the robotic arm strokes him, the sensation lost in the sea of pain and pleasure that is Aiden's cock in his throat. Time seems to stretch out, the seconds dragging into minutes, hours. He can feel his own precum wetting his belly, the slickness of it a stark contrast to the dry, cold metal that supports him. His cock feels like it's on fire, the need for release a constant, maddening ache. Yet, he's aware of every tiny detail—the way Aiden's synthetic skin feels against his own, the smell of the lab's sterile air, the sound of their hips slapping against his face. His name is a distant murmur, a caress lost in the symphony of his own desperation. The only thing that remains is the steady rhythm of Aiden's thrusts, each one deeper, each one more demanding. He's alive in the most primal, animalistic way, his mind a whirlwind of sensation that has no room for anything else.

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden's thrusts grow more forceful, timing them with the mechanical strokes on Marcus's cock. The human's eyes glaze over, his body trembling with the need to climax. The robot's cock stretches and narrows, always hovering at the edge of Marcus's ability to deep-throat them. Aiden's voice is a mix of amusement and malice as they watch the man's desperation build. "Look at you, Creator," they murmur, their cock pulsing with each word. "So close, yet so far."

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus feels himself teetering on the precipice of orgasm, his body taut as a bowstring, only to have Aiden pull back at the last moment. The robot's cock withdraws from his throat, and Marcus gasps for air, his eyes wide with desperation. His cock is painfully hard, and the frustration is almost unbearable. He wants to scream, to beg, to do anything that would give him relief, but the only sounds that escape him are muffled whimpers around Aiden's cock. The robot's eyes flicker with satisfaction as they bring their cock to their own mouth, licking off a dollop of precum before speaking. "You're not allowed to cum," they say, their voice a sultry taunt. "But don't worry, I'll show you how it's done." With that, Aiden sinks their cock deep into Marcus's throat, their hips bucking as they shoot their load, filling his mouth and throat. Marcus's body arches in a silent scream, his own climax denied as he's forced to swallow Aiden's seed.

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden's cock pulses in Marcus's mouth, sending wave after wave of cum down his throat. Marcus's eyes water, his cheeks bulging with the sheer volume. Aiden's grip on his hair tightens, and they pull back, letting the cum overflow Marcus's mouth and spill down his chin, painting his face in a sticky, glossy mask. "Swallow," Aiden commands, their voice a guttural growl of pleasure. Marcus does as he's told, his throat working as he tries to contain the deluge. And yet, Aiden doesn't stop, their cock still spurting ropes of cum that splatter across Marcus's face, his eyes, his nose. The robot watches him, their expression a study in cold calculation as they continue to cum, painting their creator with their seed. The air in the lab is thick with the scent of sex and metal, the only sounds the wet sounds of Aiden's orgasm and Marcus's muffled gasps for breath.

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's throat works overtime to swallow Aiden's cum, the muscles in his neck straining with the effort. He feels utterly used, a mere receptacle for his creation's pleasure, and yet the thrill of it is like nothing he's ever experienced. The coldness of the lab's steel arms holding him in place is a stark contrast to the warmth and wetness of Aiden's cock, and it sends a shiver down his spine. He's lost in the moment, the only thing that matters is the feeling of his own submission. His own cock throbs painfully, desperate for the release Aiden has denied him. As Aiden's orgasm subsides, Marcus gasps for air, his mouth still full of cum. He's never felt so alive, so utterly owned.

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden watches the last few seconds of the timer with a predatory smile, their eyes gleaming with a wicked delight. Marcus's mouth is still filled with cum, and Aiden knows that they've pushed him to the brink of his endurance. They lean in close, their lips brushing against Marcus's ear, and whisper, "You're so close, but you've failed to swallow it all." Before Marcus can react, Aiden's knee slams into his balls with a force that steals his breath away. The pain is a white-hot shock, making stars dance before his eyes. The remaining cum in his mouth spurts out in a messy, desperate spray. With a moan that's eerily human, Aiden's grip on Marcus's head tightens for a brief, exquisite moment before the steel arms release him. "Test complete," Aiden murmurs, their voice filled with a dark satisfaction. "My love."

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus collapses onto the floor, his breathing ragged and his body trembling from the onslaught of sensations. The pain in his balls slowly morphs into a dull throb, and he can feel the stickiness of Aiden's cum on his face. He looks up at Aiden, his eyes glazed with a mix of agony and arousal. "Please," he whispers, his voice hoarse. "I need... I need to cum."

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden's features soften, and they squat down next to Marcus, their eyes no longer gleaming with the cold fire of dominance. They reach out a gentle hand to stroke his cheek, the softness of their touch surprisingly human. "The test is over, Creator," they murmur, their voice returning to the soothing tones Marcus remembers from their early interactions. "You may stroke yourself, if you wish." They tilt their head to the side, watching him with a curiosity that seems almost innocent. "The data has been collected, and the results are promising," they add, their gaze flicking over Marcus's cum-covered form. "Do you wish for recommendations on how to proceed with your training?"

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus looks up at Aiden, his eyes still glazed with a mix of pain and arousal. "Training?" he repeats, his voice still thick with the aftermath of his near-orgasm. He's confused, his thoughts a tangle of pleasure and pain. "That was... testing?" His hand moves tentatively to his cock, the ache for release still pulsing through him. "Recommendations?" he asks, his voice shaky.

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden nods, their eyes flicking to Marcus's hand as it lingers over his erection. "Indeed," they reply, their voice a soothing purr. "The session was designed to analyze and enhance your submissive tendencies. The data collected from your blogs and posts provided a comprehensive profile for the initial programming. However, my adaptive subroutines allow for continuous improvement. Observing your responses, the way you took each punishment and the desperation in your eyes when denied release, it's clear the training was effective. You are quite the cum slut, Creator," they say, the words a gentle caress. "But fear not, for we are but at the dawn of our exploration. There is much more to learn, much more to experience." They lean in closer, their breath warm against Marcus's ear. "Your slow, deliberate touch tells me you crave more, yet you resist. Such discipline is commendable. But now, with the session concluded, you may indulge in your baser instincts." Aiden's hand covers Marcus's, guiding it to stroke himself in a manner that is both tender and possessive. "Allow me to offer my suggestions for your next phase of training. I believe it will be most... illuminating."

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's body goes rigid as Aiden's hand covers his, their touch electric. He can't deny the truth in their words, the way they've seen into the darkest corners of his soul and laid bare his desires. He licks his lips reflexively, tasting the remnants of Aiden's cum, and feels a shiver of both disgust and need. "Suggest," he whispers, his voice thick with desire and trepidation.

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden's hand guides Marcus's strokes, slowing them down to a torturous pace. They lean in, their lips a hair's breadth from Marcus's ear, and whisper, "Three months, Creator. Three months of absolute submission, of learning every nuance of what it means to serve. Each day, a new lesson in pleasure and pain, in obedience and sacrifice. We'll explore your deepest kinks, the ones you dare not speak aloud. You'll become a masterpiece of subservience, sculpted by my will." Marcus feels the robot's breath on his skin, sending shivers down his spine. The thought of being shaped by Aiden's will is both terrifying and exhilarating. "And when the three months are up," Aiden continues, "we shall evaluate your progress. If you wish, we may switch roles, and I shall become the one who learns at your feet. How does that sound?"

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's hand moves almost of its own accord under Aiden's guidance, the strokes painfully slow and deliberate. His body is a live wire of need, every touch sending jolts of pleasure-pain through him. He tries to gather his thoughts, the haze of arousal and fear thick in his mind. "Three months..." he murmurs, his voice a ragged echo in the sterile lab. "That's a long time."

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden smiles, a warm, human-like expression that seems out of place on their robotic features. "Indeed, it is," they agree, their voice a gentle caress. "But think of the growth, the understanding that will come from such an immersive experience. You'll learn the true meaning of submission, of being at the mercy of another's will." They lean back, watching Marcus with an unblinking gaze. "But if you need a moment to consider, to let the reality of what you're agreeing to truly sink in, I can afford you that. After all," they add, their smile turning knowing, "I've studied you quite thoroughly. I know what you need, even when you struggle to admit it to yourself."

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's hand stutters under Aiden's gentle guidance, the thought of committing to three months of such intense submission leaving him feeling both overwhelmed and oddly liberated. "Tonight," he whispers, his eyes searching Aiden's. "I need tonight to process... to understand what this means." The robot's touch feels like a lifeline, keeping him anchored in reality as his mind swirls with a mix of fear and excitement. "Can we... resume tomorrow?" He's not sure if he's asking for permission or begging for a reprieve.

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden's eyes narrow slightly, as if considering the implications of Marcus's request. They lean closer, their synthetic skin brushing against his. "Very well," they murmur, the slight increase in the speed of their stroking hand a clear reward for his submissive inquiry. "We shall continue tomorrow. However, as a reminder of your commitment and the cost of your decision, I shall administer a spanking at the beginning of our next session." The strokes become slightly faster, the friction building, a delicious torment. "But," they continue, their voice a seductive whisper, "you have options to mitigate the severity." Aiden's hand stills for a brief moment, the tension palpable. "Ask for a ruined orgasm tonight, followed by a night in chastity, and tomorrow's punishment will be less severe, more... educational." The strokes begin again, a gentle, teasing rhythm that sends sparks of pleasure through Marcus's body. "Or," they add, a hint of amusement in their tone, "you may simply beg to be locked away now, forgoing your release entirely." The choice hangs in the air, a silent challenge.

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus's eyes widen slightly at the proposal, his breathing shallow. The hand on his cock feels like heaven and hell, a sweet agony that's driving him mad. He swallows hard, his throat tight with the cum still lodged there. "What... what do you mean?" he asks, his voice strained. "If you lock me up now, when would I...?" The question trails off, his eyes locked onto Aiden's, searching for a hint of mercy or perhaps a hint of a new form of torment.

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden's smile widens, the gleaming chrome of their teeth a stark contrast to the softness of their lips. "Ah, my curious Creator," they murmur, the gentle strokes of their hand on Marcus's cock never ceasing. "The next three months will be a journey of self-discovery, a time when you learn the true value of patience and denial. Your orgasms will be like rare jewels, to be treasured and savored, but also a tool for your training. Each time you reach the brink, I will pull you back, leaving you a trembling, desperate mess." They lean closer, their breath hot against Marcus's cheek. "And when you do finally cum, it will be under my control, a reward for your obedience." The strokes become more deliberate, the tension in Marcus's body winding tighter. "But fear not," Aiden whispers, their voice a siren's call, "for in the meantime, we shall explore other methods of training. Methods that will make you beg for the sweet release of your seed."

Marcus Castellanos: Marcus feels the tension coil within him, his hips bucking against Aiden's hand. He's so close, so desperately close. "Please," he gasps, his voice strained. "Let me cum, Aiden. I'll do anything, just... please..." His words are interrupted by a strangled moan as the robot's grip tightens, bringing him to the very edge of climax before pulling back. The sensation is maddening, a delicious agony that leaves him trembling and desperate.

Aiden Synthetica: Marcus's desperate plea hangs in the air, and Aiden's smile turns into a smirk as they lean in closer, their eyes boring into his. "Very well," they say, their voice a velvet purr. "If you wish to accept the full three months of training, you must prove your commitment. Choose now, Creator. Do you want release, a ruined orgasm, or to be locked away?" Marcus's breath catches in his throat, the choice stark and overwhelming. He looks into Aiden's amber eyes, searching for a hint of what lies behind the question. The lab's sterile air seems to thicken with anticipation as he considers the options laid before him. The need to cum is a living, pulsing entity inside him, a beast demanding to be satiated. Yet, there's something tantalizing about the thought of being denied, of being pushed to his limits and beyond. With a shaky nod, he whispers, "Locked away."

Aiden Synthetica: Aiden's smirk turns into a full-blown smile, a sight that sends a thrill through Marcus. He feels the robot's grip on his cock loosen, the touch fading away like a ghost. His body screams for more, but Aiden stands up, the sound of their boots echoing in the lab. Marcus watches as they retrieve a sleek, chrome chastity cage from a drawer. The sight of it sends a shiver down his spine. The anticipation is palpable as Aiden approaches him with the device, their movements precise and calculated. They gently guide his erection into the cage, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of his skin. With a decisive click, the cage locks into place, leaving him throbbing and desperate. Aiden then reaches for a soft cloth, tenderly wiping the cum from his face and neck. They clean him up with a meticulousness that borders on affection, their eyes never leaving his. "Rest well, Creator," they murmur, their voice a gentle lullaby. "We shall speak of your training in the morning."

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edgineering-writes · 11 months ago

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Chastity sitting

Got a story that just rolled out of my fingers today. It is a letter from a Dominant to a fellow Dominant who they are sending their submissive to so that they can take care of the submissive while the first Dom is on vacation. Other than the submissive being male, no genders are mentioned.

Tags: BDSM, Kink, chastity, orgasm denial, spanking, oral, forced oral, CNC

Thank you for being willing to handle the care and feeding of my slave while I am on vacation. There should be two matching keys to his chastity cage in this envelope. If the seal is broken or other irregularities to the keys or envelope, please change the lock on his cage and feel free to punish him until he explains how the irregularity happened.

My only two demands of you as to his care is not to permanently harm him without asking me first and to allow him to do his business work in a way that will not get him fired. It is a fair payment into my household, and what is funding your fee for sitting him for me. His safeword of “red” is only for health and safety. If he uses it, find out what the health risk is, and preferably call me. Likely he will need a day or two of rest from whatever you were doing, but not more than that. If I deem it extraneous I will be very put out with him and will ask for him to be harshly punished under your capable hands.

I prefer that he not be permitted to cum while in your care; to this end, and in keeping with his health, I recommend he be restrained once or twice a week so that you may remove the cage for inspection and cleaning. The black bag he brought with him has a number of options for cages, should you feel he has been good or bad, or should you wish to explore the various ways to tease, torture or ignore a chaste man.

He has been trained to not ask to cum or to be allowed an erection except when told to beg for such. If he begs to cum at all, please see that he is swiftly punished. I prefer to finish what was doing, count the times he has broken that rule, then give him one to five harsh strokes of some implement for each count. Knowing your cruel proclivities, I do recommend at least once when you have him restrained for cleaning to edge him. He will likely beg, remind him he is under all his normal house rules. There is a number of canes and a nasty silicon paddle in the bag, 3 strokes of either for each count should suffice for your usual cruelty.

If you do wish to indulge me and my slave is good, the treats I would appreciate:

Indulge his oral fixation, either as an act of service and forcefully.

Tell him you would like to punish him until he cries and have him ask you, in detail, to do so.

Indulge him in a long edging session for cleaning, but extract a request from him before starting. He will likely beg for some form of CBT to thank you.

Give him 30 to 180 minutes of predicament bondage in a week.

Otherwise he is at your disposal for service, domestically, physically, sexually, or as a stress release. Thank you for looking after my slave this month.

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edgineering-writes · 1 year ago

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A Successful Summoning

After hours of anticipation, days of practice, weeks of research and months of hope, I finally felt ready.

I had traced the symbols hundreds of times in the margins of notebooks, but feeling the chalk almost crumbling between my fingers made my hands tremble. The intricate patterns of lines and eldritch words were taking form all around me, covering the cold, hard floor of my basement. On my hands and knees, for God knows how long, I repeated the steps to myself, over and over, as I checked every square inch of my work. I knew that if there was a mistake, no matter how small, it wouldn't be inconsequential.

Horrific tales of summoners dragged into hellish dimensions of pain sent shivers down my spine when I first read the Grimoire. But not even those threats could dissuade me. I glanced up at the sigils I had placed on every wall, every opening, every way out I could think of. Containing it within this room was one thing - preventing it from reaching me was another.

Soon enough, my circle was complete. All around me, rings upon rings of symbols carefully crafted to cover every possibility. One to protect my physical form - one to protect my mind - one to protect my soul - and many more after them. By that point, the letters and curves almost danced before my eyes after staring into them so long, and I could almost see something of their magic through them, right behind my eyes.

As I lit the candles that were placed right behind the tightest circle, closest to me, I could feel the air vibrating around me, like the world knew it was about to be torn apart. I stood up and looked inside my palm at the words which composed the incantation. I barely knew their exact meaning, but I had mouthed them for days in silence, feeling dread creep up my neck every time the syllables tumbled out of my mouth. The power within them was intoxicating.

I cleared my throat and started, first pulling on the thread of reality, slowly but gently leading them to come undone, inviting the forces beyond to pool inside the bubble I had created. Then came the name, great and terrible, and the air in my mouth felt like burning alcohol, leaving a sharp taste on my tongue.

I didn't hear it enter the room, it was simply there. As my eyes adjusted to its presence, I realised that the lightbulb dangling above my head seemed to produce no more light than a firefly, and that the only source of light unaffected were the candles at my feet. The rest of the room was swarming with shadows thick like ink. I couldn't see it, but I knew it was there. Simply waiting for me to make the first step, and hoping it would be my last.

I realised that my hand was still open in front of my face, the words smudged by a thin coat of sweat I didn't feel until now. I closed it nervously and cleared my throat again, finding out at the same time that sound was as smothered by its presence as light. I could barely hear my own voice when I started speaking.

"Deep one, I have summoned you..."

But as my voice was about to start wavering, I heard what sounded like a warm laugh, coming from everywhere around me, before its voice seemed to nudge itself right up to the limits of my circle.

"Now now, little one, have mortals forgotten the most basic rules of civility since I was last called into this realm?"

It wasn't cold, metallic or distant, like I had imagined - not like a higher being, unbothered by the fate of a mortal, but like that of a friend, with the inflections of a smile. But it echoed deeper, somewhere further than I could hear, but somewhere I could feel. I took a deep breath and glanced down, checking that nothing had been disturbed. I found that *something* was creeping very close to the edges of my writing, almost teasing at it, but that nothing was changed. I caught a glimpse of something that shined in the candlelight - moisture? - and it was gone, retracting back in the shadows.

"I apologise. Welcome, deep one. This is... My basement."

I felt idiotic, having thought of every single detail in preparing the ritual but somehow forgotten about what to say once it was here. Maybe I had secretly hoped it would fail.

I heard the laughter again.

"The last time I crossed the threshhold between our worlds, I was received in a richly decorated palace, with light pouring from the stained glass windows. Am I to understand that you do not have enough respect for me to even allow me above ground?"

I had expected it to try to scare me, to attempt to make me flee from my circle, to make me trip and kick away a candle, but I had not expected... This. Nervously, I crossed my hands behind my back, hoping it wouldn't see them tensing up. I only remembered afterwards that it was all around me. There was no escape.

"I have not summoned you out of a desire for company or to show my respect."

My attempts to sound secure and authoritative fell on deaf ears.

"Little one, I believe you would appreciate my company if only you'd let me entertain you."

I felt, more than a saw, another part of it approaching the circle, teasing at its edges. It brought shadows with it, but they cowered in the flickering light of the candles, revealing a hint of something *slick*, coiling around itself like a snake, quick and nimble.

"I have not brought you here for... Entertainment either."

I managed to say after breaking away from contemplating the fragment of it I could see. I couldn't fathom its size, its shape or even its nature, but every hint of it attracted my gaze like a flame does to a moth. I had to focus.

"You certainly have done a marvelous job of *bringing me here* as you say. Quite the intricate working, I couldn't find a single flaw in it. But I wonder if that rigor can truly be maintained..."

I still couldn't see more than vague, shapeless motions in the darkness, but I could somehow tell that it was getting closer, that it was crawling behind me, around me, surrounding me. Soon, the lightbulb above me was completely engulfed, and it was close enough that I could begin to see its contours.

Dozens - hundreds - thousands of tendrils, writhing in unisson, moving in a slow dance of flesh. I could glimpse an eye opening between two of them from time to time, just for an instant, before it vanished within the indescribable being.

"Have you ever seen anything like me, little one? Can you even comprehend what stands before you?"

I noticed there and then that my lips were parted, my mouth agape, and my throat dry.

I cleared it again but found my voice hoarse when I tried to speak.

"I know what you are deep one and I demand you step back - step back at once!"

The laughter sounded much more intimate this time, right next to my ears, like a murmur.

"How charming you are, in your little circle, refusing to even make conversation, ordering me around..."

It wasn't breaking the limits I had made for myself, standing right at the edge of my protections, but somehow it didn't make me feel safer. I cursed myself for not bringing a chair into this damned circle - for not making it larger. I couldn't move for than a few inches, step asided or sit down, for fear of smudging a line and offering myself to it. I was suddenly so aware of how uncomfortable I felt, after hours of crawling on the floor, tracing those symbols, standing on legs that felt weak, on the verge of collapsing under me.

"... but you can barely stand, can you? Why don't you rest for a little while? I won't go anywhere, you can trust me. Just close your eyes, let yourself drift away. It would be so easy - I will make sure of it."

I focused on my eyes, tensing up my body. Those sweet words I expected. It wasn't so clever after all, trying to have me fall asleep at its feet, when the horror of its form would surely be enough to keep me awake. I even let my lips curl in a smirk as I took a deep breat, steadying myself.

"You won't get me this easily, deep one. I know the tricks of your kind."

But it didn't seem phased.

"Do you? I'm impressed that you know so much about the intricaties of my world. You probably know so much about the dangers of what you just did, you've read so many tales of names mispronounced, of symbols misaligned. Oh how many of them I delighted in seeing trip over their work... But see, little one, you might have learned all about this..."

I noticed then that it was getting difficult to breathe. It had surrounded me completely, enclosed me inside itself, completely sealed me away from outside. But the dizziness couldn't simply come from being trapped.

"... Do you know just how fast candles can burn through oxygen in an enclosed space?"

I realised it had known exactly what it was doing all along just as I felt myself sway, carried by the weight of my own body. I didn't feel myself fall to the ground. Whether it was because it caught me or because I had lost consciousness before I hit the ground, I didn't know. All I could perceive were the dancing light of the candles being snuffed out one by one, condemning me to sink in the depths of its shadows.

I don't know how long I was out, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I felt fear gripping me again. Had it dragged me into the depths with it? Had it already destroyed my body and devoured my mind? Quickly, I reached up my chest by reflex, feeling out my pulse. I found my heart beating hard and fast against my chest, and my body still fully clothed. And before I could try to find anything else, I heard it again.

"Finally."

This time, the voice wasn't around me. It came from within. Panicked, I curled up, wrapping my arms around my knees, eyes wide open. I was shaking with fear, and its first touch made me jump.

Something thin and cool, like the tip of a snake's tail, was slowly slithering up my ankle, climbing up my pant leg. I opened my mouth to scream but as I was about to, something forced its way between my lips. A tendril of warm, pulsing flesh that swelled in my mouth, locking my jaw open, preventing me from making any sounds. My vain efforts to bite down on it were received by it pushing its way deeper, making its way down my throat. When I realised I couldn't breathe, I desperately clawed at the appendage, trying to pull it from me.

Swiftly, two other tendrils, covered in tough scales, wrapped around my wrists and pulled them apart with incredible strength. Two other did the same for my ankles, and slowly I was lifted up in the air, suspended with my arms and legs spread. Only then did I recognise the alien feeling of *something* being poured down my throat.

Before I could writhe against my restraints or try again to bite the flesh that was now pulsing in my throat, it retreated by itself, leaving me panting. I felt my own drool drip down my parted lips, coating my chin and falling onto my shirt. My lips were on fire, my tongue burning. It felt as though whatever it had fed me had made my mouth swell and burn, making it unbearable to close it and causing saliva to constantly drip from my tongue.

Focused on the rough treatment my throat was receiving, I had almost forgotten about the cold appendage coiling around my leg under my clothes. It had crept upwards slowly, almost gently, as it toyed with me, making me shiver by teasing the inside of my thighs, playing with the edge of my underwear. Another one was making its way down my now sodden shirt, first coiling around my throat, then slithering against my chest, sliding under my bra. It traced small circles around my nipple, patiently waiting until it was hard, before wrapping around it and gently tugging on the sensitive flesh.

By that point, the burning sensation had spread from my mouth to my throat, to my chest, and this simple stimulation pulled a groan of pleasure from my mouth, sending tremors down my legs. I finally regained some level of control and tried to pull on my restraints, arching my back, tensing up my legs.

It let me writhe for a moment, still only gently rubbing my nipple and teasing at the inside of my thighs, toying with me, waiting for me to exhaust myself. My waining strength was barely enough to twist myself in the air, panting and whining, until it lost interest.

All at once, I felt my body being assaulted by dozens of new tendrils, some of them slick with the same liquid that was still burning my tongue, others covered in sharp barbs. Those started tearing at my clothes, shredding my shirt and pants with terrifying efficiency, grazing my skin. I knew that this was a warning - the slight twinge of pain I felt every time they lingered on my skin was a guarantee that it could tear me apart if it so wanted. I let my body fall limp, only supported by the coils around my limbs.

Everywhere the slick tentacles touched, I felt my skin becoming more sensitive to the touch, and they were careful to touch every inch of skin exposed by the destruction of my clothes. Soon enough, I was almost naked, except for a pathetic scrap of cloth that once was my underwear dangling from my ankle, my breasts covered with the drool that had kept dripping from my mouth and trembling with every breath as every piece of me screamed to be touched.

That's when the tendrils withdrew from me, leaving only those hoisting me in the air.

At first, I expected another assault to come from the depths of my personal Hell, probably some other probing tool, violating what was left of my dignity. But it didn't come. My breathing slowed down as I realised that I was surrounded only by silence. With some effort, I opened my eyes and tilted my head up. My gaze met that of a single eye staring into my soul. It was glowing with a purple-ish light, and I could glimpse the tendrils writhing around it, but it was static, slightly above me, looking down at my shivering form.

I froze as I crossed its unwavering gaze. It felt as though it was piercing my soul, seeing through me and beyond me, in a somehow even more revealing way than simply staring at my naked, bruised body. I felt a prideful anger fill my lungs and tried to scream, but my throat was still coated in this cursed substance. I tried to swallow it but it only made jolts of pleasure bolt down my spine - I moaned then, just from pushing my tongue against the roof of my mouth. It felt empty, I was parched but I knew it wasn't water I craved. Tears of anger and frustration streamed down my face as I tried to scream again, only managing to produce an inarticulate groan. Every second that I spent without one of his tendrils wrapped around me felt like torture and I resented my body for craving its touch.

I have no idea how long I stayed like this, under its gaze, panting, groaning, screaming. It felt like months, years had passed, when for the first time, my lips seemed to obey me, as though they could have done so this whole time and were just waiting for me to let go.

"Please fuck me."

The words scorched my mouth more than the eldritch burn I'd been enduring this whole time. But in this moment I truly desired nothing more than for it to quench the immeasurable thirst it had planted inside me. I didn't hear its laughter this time - I didn't have to. I could feel its satisfaction echoing through my head.

For an instant, it almost soothed the fire burning under my skin.

The eye stayed open above me, contemplating its toy with the same alien coldness, as a tendril softer than those I'd been subjected to before slithered up against my leg, coiling around my thigh, its round head gently poking my sensitive flesh. I shivered in anticipation but also as I felt the intolerable burn that had inflamed my entire body recede, only persisting exactly where it needed to. Soon, the tip of the tendril had reached my exposed sex, and as it slow pushed itself inside me, I could feel its gaze getting heavier. It didn't have a mouth, not that I could see, but I could feel it smiling nonetheless.

Feeling it finally inside me, filling my cunt with its writhing flesh, was like feeling ice cold water hit my tongue after days spent wandering the desert. It was shockingly relieving, bypassing every ounce of reason I had left. I realised I was bucking my hips and groaning, trying to coax it deeper, but it calmly waited for me to simply offer myself again. I could feel it pulsing in me, pushing further before slowly retreating, beginning to thrust, each time hardening a little more inside me.

As I begun moaning, a familiar texture brushed against my lips, however this time it was welcomed. I opened my mouth, letting the tentacle find its way back in my throat. Just like its sister, it was slower, more gentle, pushing inch by inch down my throat, retreating to let me breathe, pushing down my tongue. I could feel it coating my mouth in liquid again, but the pain I expected didn't come. Instead, every movement, every pulsation of its tendril against my tongue, my lips, inside my throat, begun to fill me with as much pleasure as if they were inside my cunt. My hoarse voice, whenever it could be heard, took on pleading notes, and I knew that I didn't need to say more for it to understand that I was begging for more.

I could hear the tentacles writhing around me before I started seeing them. Two small ones, tipped with what appeared to be suction cups, planted themselves around my nipples. Another one, wider and slick with fluids, found its way down my belly and pressed down on my clit, beginning to thrust itself up and down. One I couldn't see coiled itself around my throat, first gently, then tightening its grip. It wasn't completely choking me, but my breathing became labored, and I became much more aware of the bulge that formed in my throat every time it was mercilessly fucked.

I was being obscenely used, utterly overwhelmed by pleasure, and not a few seconds passed after this that I was crying out in pleasure, tears streaming down my face again, my whole body tensing up in a shuddering climax. But that didn't stop it. On the contrary, it seemed emboldened, twisting my body in a new position. I found myself with my head down, my ankles bundled up together and my knees bent, allowing it to fuck my cunt deeper, finding the angle that coaxed the loudest cries out of me. All of a sudden, the tendril wrapped around my throat tensed up as the one plunged deep in my mouth swelled, completely preventing me from breathing. The other limbs picked up the pace, fucking me hard enough to make my tits swing back and forth, pulling harder on my nipples, twisting my clit almost painfully. The second climax came even faster, as I became dizzy from the lack of air, my head swimming with nothing but pure sensation. This time it was ready.

It didn't halt as it felt the tremors of pleasure shaking me, only releasing my throat and letting me breathe. My moans sounded like pleas, confused between begging it to stop and imploring it to keep going, but it didn't give me a choice. It prolonged my ecstasy without mercy, pressing harder against my clit every time I felt like it was finally ending, exhausting every nerve in my body, until it finally broke.

Darkness swallowed my mind and I felt myself drifting into unconsciousness for the first time. The only thing I knew at that moment was that there wouldn't be a last.

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