I can’t be his

Cara kneeling up naked in the sunlight on a red carpet

I’ve been here for ten weeks. The calendar above my cage marks the days with little hearts. I spent the first week of my time here staring at that calendar, mouth taped shut so no one could hear me scream, waiting for the next time he’d come to use me.

My motions are methodical, careful as I make his food. He trusts me not to run away now, having broken me of that habit with a cane and a shock collar.

He’s trained me to be ready for him, too. I divorce my mind from my body so that obedience becomes desire.

The training is working. I glance at the clock and see he’ll be home soon. My heart is not racing in fear so much as sick anticipation, and my cunt wakens to join the party.

I hate him for the way he’s changing me. Or I think I do at least.

Dinner is nearly ready.

Fried chicken, fluffy potatoes I mashed myself, fresh rolls, green beans I picked from the garden this morning. It’s what he likes and I find making his favorite things puts him in a good mood.

A wet cunt puts him in a good mood as well. I’m required to edge myself throughout the day. Stopping after I clean, between cooking, before I went to the bathroom. I have to fuck myself on the dildo mounted on the floor of the shower. I have to be wet and trembling for him when he comes home.

I have to be the girl he created.

The door opens and he enters, stepping over the threshold into the kitchen. He looks smart with his suit on, the picture of a good business man, but he was vile underneath. His eyes meet mine and I gasp before I drop to the ground, my bare ass facing him so he can see my holes.

“Were you a good girl while I was gone?”

Without warm up, two thick fingers spear my cunt. I bow my back and barely contain my moan.

“Good girl wants to get fucked, doesn’t she?” He finger fucks me hard, but I know not to move. “I’ll have my dinner before you get any cock.”

He removes his fingers and wipes them on my ass before smacking one cheek.

“Serve me, girl.”

I know what he wants. Plenty of chicken, a mound of mashed potatoes, some green beans, and a few biscuits. He also wants me at my place.

While he eats, I position myself under the table, his cock deep in my throat. Loud slurping, my saliva dribbling down his hard shaft to wet his trousers. My throat tight around him so he groans between bites.

I’m so wet. My hands are held behind my back so I can’t touch, but the wetness leaks from my body in strings that connect to the floor.

He enjoys this; his food prepared for him perfectly and his eager hole servicing him. I know the plans he has for me after he’s come down my throat and they make me suck him faster.

There’s a sound above me. He reaches beneath the table to grasp my head and hold me down on his cock. The sound comes again, a groan that morphs into a gurgle. His thighs tense and I feel a jerk as he shoots come into my belly.

He doesn’t release me. Instead I hear the loud thud of something hard hitting the table above. The wet squish and rattle that accompanies it is so satisfying I almost come.

His hand twitches reflexively before it relaxes and I’m free. I sit for a moment, listening to the last whistles of his breathing as he dies.

I’m still his perfect girl he created, my brain rewired for him, but I can’t be his any longer. I can’t be his.

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  1. O

    This was mightily powerful, excellent writing. Briefly sexy, then thrilling, then harrowing. Finally relief for the poor sub. Great stuff.

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  2. Christy

    Holy shit! (I don’t mean to offend with language). That was amazing. I read it over and over and each time found something new I had missed before, or maybe my perception changed. This was beautiful, gripping, surprising, and amazing. Thank you for sharing!

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      Cara Thereon

      I love curse words so definitely not offended. Thank you for reading (many times). This is a story I started with the end in my head but it took a while to finish.

  3. missy

    This is incredible. I was completely drawn in and felt so on edge. Horrified but also in awe of her. I didn’t see the ending coming and it was a huge relief, sort of releasing me at the same time she was released herself. So very clever. Wow

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      Cara Thereon

      Thank you for your comment, Missy! It was interesting to write as I had similar feelings. Arousal tinged horror, maybe. It was a relief at the end

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  4. Floss

    Oh Cara, I love this so much! There is such erotic joy in getting all the feels for something that I think I shouldn’t and you have catered to that perfectly with this tale x

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  5. Posy Churchgate

    Oh you really had me there, I did not see THAT ending coming, I thought her training was making her enjoy her ordeal. So clever of her and so well written by you. Despite the taboo nature of it all, it had some elements which gave me a flutter! Well done Cara – wicked!

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  6. blue

    I’m so glad she got him in the end! I loved the sound of him dying in his mashed potatoes, lol. Really good all around – sexy and twisted!

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  7. Kayla Lords

    I. FUCKING. LOVE. THIS!

    So after first, I’m feeling that uncomfortable desire of knowing this is “wrong” but also enjoying the fantasy of it. But that ending? That’s the PERFECT ending. That’s exactly what he fucking deserves.

    As always, a WONDERFULLY written story. So fucking good.

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