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Mistress Genevieve had been a dom for many years. She had played with a few different men but nobody was really her style. Her best friend was having a hard time with her young man who seemed to just stay at home all the time and needed someone to teach him something, especially since he wasn't learning anything at home. Genevieve offered to help right away and was quite eager about it all. Her friend seemed to be worried about it but now that the morning had arrived and he was going to be brought over, she was beyond excited.

Of course, she would have to discuss if some sort of a relationship like that could start but she was eager for it. She looked in the mirror and smiled at her reflection as she saw her chestnut hair in a medium wave. She decided to leave it down today, she had pale skin and applied a little rouge to darken her up. She worked at home and these walls on her fifty-acre property was all she ever knew.

She put on a twinge of red lipstick and some gold-like glitter eyeshadow that paired nicely with her dark brown eyes. She heard a knock at the door and ran to open it. She stood at a solid five feet and eight inches and she was of a slim build. Today she had decided to wear a tight and form-fitting pair of leggings with a frilly white lace shirt. Showing a little more than to be modest. "Welcome, come on in."

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Jackson had absolutely no idea why he was being made to do this, or even what he was being made to do for that matter. He looked at his mom and frowned, almost growling at her. "Really mom? I don't wanna come stay with your stupid friend at her stupid house." He said as his black hair fell over his eyes. He dawned an all black attire ensemble with a band t-shirt and black torn jeans. He stood in front of the door to the house and sighed before knocking on it.

When Genevieve opened the door and welcomed him in, he snickered. "Yeah, some fucking welcoming committee. This place feels like a funeral home." He growled as he stood in her presence.

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Genevieve looked at him as he spoke about it looking like a funeral home. "Well, you are the one dressed for a funeral home. Now that's not how you treat me. I am Genevieve you must be Jackson? Your mother has told me a lot about you, why don't you come with me." She asked as she moved out of the way before closing the door.

"Can I get you something to drink or eat? I know your mom said you were going to be here for a while so we better get to know each other better." She said cheerfully.

[Assistant] Jackson scoffed at her comment. "Well, not my fault that you old people don't know what fashion is anymore." He said with a smirk as he sat at a chair on the bar. "Why have i been sent here anyway?" He asked with a scoff.

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Genevieve couldn't help but laugh when he mentioned that the older people didn't know fashion. "I will have you know I like fashion, I am a woman after all. Did I say that you looked bad in the black? No! Now why you are here that is a very good question." She said with a smile as she watched him walk to her bar near her dining room.

"I didn't mean that drink, but you are over age, so why not." She opened a beer and handed it to him. "Your mom told me you have a sour attitude and behave poorly she asked if I could help when she was getting busy with something. That something she didn't disclose." She looked at him for a moment. "Why do you think you are here?" She said popping open a beer and sitting beside him.

[Assistant] Jackson took a sip of his beer and simply smirked at the woman. "Well." He started with a very brash attitude about himself. "I tend to think it's because my mother thinks that I'm a disrespectful little punk that she never wanted in the first place, which I know that's true, and that you can either talk, or beat, whichever she feels is better, some sense into me. When in reality, I'm just being myself and she can't stand who I am or what I do for that matter." He said as he took another sip of beer and just grinned. Obviously his thought of his mother not wanting him was incredibly not true, but he couldn't help the way he felt.

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Genevieve looked at him and took a sip of her beet before shaking her head. "I am certain your mother wants you. If you act like a punk, I understand her need for wanting help. Well, I am alone most of the time anyway. So I liked the idea of sharing my home with someone."

"I am not going to beat you right now anyway. You have to work up to that one." She said with a playful wink, giving him a hint of approval. She was excited to start something with him if he had wanted. She didn't know what he was thinking of her, but whatever it was, she was excited.

[Assistant] "Man this chick is weird." He thought to himself as he adjusted his lip ring with his tongue and tapped his fingers on the bar. "Well, I'm not certain that I share the same sentiment. I'm much more of a loner as you can see. The only reason I'm not tatted from head to toe and living on my own is that mother has called every business in the area and told them not to hire me because I'm Satan." He said as he looked her up and down. He wasn't sure what she wanted with him, but he sure as hell wasn't going to be a slave.

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"Well if you want a job I can try to help you get one. If not you can always help me with my online blogging and website for adults." She took another sip of her beer. "So you want a tattoo? Which is the first place you wanna get? I have a buddy he can come over in a day or two and we can hook you up with one if you want?" She asked looking at him with a smile.

"I'm a piercing gal, I have a few if you haven't noticed. But I see you have a few too."

[Assistant] Jackson tilted his head and raised an eyebrow to her. This all had to be a trap. She was doing this just to put him in a situation to get into more trouble with his mother. He sipped his beer again and sat back once more. "What's the catch?" He asked as he drank the rest of the beer all at once.

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Genevieve looked at him and shook his head. "There is no trap. Your mom wanted you off her hands. I am cooler than your mom and you want a tattoo. I don't have a catch. I want to create a bond with you. Is that so hard to understand? Some damage has been done to you hasn't it?" She asked before finishing off her beer.

"I really am not here to do anything that your mom doesn't want. All I know is she asked me to keep an eye on you. I am trying to create a friendship it all works this way."

[Assistant] Jackson sighed momentarily before letting his guard down slightly. "Alright fine. I'll trust you and believe you for now. But yeah I really do want a tattoo. I want them all over but mostly both sleeves on my arms." He said as he couldn't help but stare a bit at her chest. Her boobs were smaller, but he quickly took a liking to them. "So you said you were cool right? You want to build a bond? Well, I couldn't help but stare at your chest. Mind if I get a better look?" He asked as the alcohol started to settle in.

[User] Genevieve looked at him and noticed him staring at her chest. She heard him talk about sleeves and smiled. "Fine, I'll give the guy a text and see when he can make it. And you should trust me, I have your best intentions at heart." She stood up and went around the bar and grabbed another two beers handing one to him. "If I let you see then, I will have to tie you up." She said whispering in his ear. "You need to be taught how to treat a lady if you want something like that." She said before sitting back down and crossing her legs. "You don't see me saying 'hey we just met I see you have a penis, let's fuck'. No wonder your mom said you needed some help."

[Assistant] "Tied up? What the fuck kind of house are you operating her lady? I wanted to see some titties so I asked to see some titties. What the fuck is the problem? I thought that if you wanted something you were just supposed to ask for it, not be a pussy and dance around the subject." He scoffed, obviously frustrated with not getting what he wanted.

[User] When Genevieve heard his tone she looked at him at first taken aback by his behavior but then realized he would be even more fun to break in. She stood up and began to walk towards the door. "If that's what you want you might want to realize I do things differently. First you gotta know what your getting into. If you like the game then we can play. If not it's best you ignore the player, quickly." She said as she began to leave the room and head up the stairs. "You coming?" She called in a sing-song voice.

[Assistant] "I still stand by the fact that you're nuts." He said as he walked up the stairs and followed her. "Alright then sweets, what the fuck am I getting myself into just to look at some tits?" He asked.

[User] As he followed her, Genevieve turned to him. "I don't appreciate being called nuts. Did I say that in the end, you'd only get to see the tits? I don't remember saying that at all." With that she opened the door to her playroom and looked at him. "If you want to dance, you got to dance the whole way. Some people like things a bit different." She said smiling at him watching how he stood and she wondered what she would do with him.

[Assistant] "I still submit that you're bluffing, and I don't believe you one bit. Seems enough like all a smoke and mirrors show to me. There's no way that within thirty minutes of meeting you in going to get to see any part of you, let alone all of you." He said as he looked around the playroom after she opened the door. He still wasn't buying any of this.

[User] Genevieve walked along the wall as the room was decked from head to toe with toys and lots of things they could do together. She walked closer to him and pressed her lips to his. "I don't bluff, I state the blunt truth. Which you can take it or leave it. That's your choice." She walked towards the bed and sat down.

[Assistant] Jackson was still extremely skeptical of all of this, but he was going to go along with it for now. He walked over to her and smiled. "So, if you're going to tie me up, that means I don't get to touch. How is that any fun for me?" He asked with a smirk.

[User] "There will be other ways, don't worry. If you are into it. I think you may need to be gagged with that tone of voice you continue to give me. Or possibly a spanking as you are behaving very poorly." Genevieve said her tone turned more seductive now.

[Assistant] "Now I don't mind most of that, but not being allowed to touch is a no go. I have to be allowed to touch." Jackson said, ignoring her comments about his tone and the idea of her spanking him.

[User] "I have a way you might just be allowed to touch and be tied up." Genevieve walked closer to him and pulled at her shirt taking it off. "Do you trust me?" She asked looking at him wanting things to happen between them, she didn't know this soon, but she understood that men could be men. Only thinking with their dick half the time.

[Assistant] Jackson nodded to her as she took his shirt off. "Alright. I trust you. Let's just see how this goes before I agree to anything else." He said as he went to reach out to try to touch her breasts through her shirt.

[User] Genevieve took his hand and smiled. "Now I know you like to touch but I am not hearing any asking. If you left here do you think some random woman just wants you reaching out to touch?" She unclasped her bra and smiled looking at him. "I think more of your clothes need to come off too."

[Assistant] "Well, I suppose you're right. So may I please touch your tits?" Jackson asked as he looked at her. "W- what do you want to see?" He asked as a retort to her statement, basically already knowing what the answer would be.

[User] Genevieve looked at him, smiling she nodded her head. "Yes you may." She said as she walked closer to him. "You, I want to see you. Show me what hides under here." She said placing a hand on his crotch.

[Assistant] Jackson all of a sudden got a bit nervous. She was touching his crotch. This was really going to happen. He wasn't worried about his size or anything, but he was still nervous nonetheless. "Okay." He said as used one of his hands to her breast to squeeze it lightly while his other hand moved to pull his pants and underwear down, his soft cock popped out with a cock ring on the tip.


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Bri raised an eyebrow as she listened to Amara. Oh, fun. A maid, and a cook for her mistress? That sounded absolutely miserable. Was this what Amara had done with her last slave? And if so, how on earth did the other woman fall in love with Amara? None of this appealed to Bri in the slightest. Basically, she was a servant, right down to a sexual servant for Amara. Bri simply followed after Amara silently, no longer really caring anymore.

Bri could definitely fake it for a while, but at some point, if escape truly wasn't possible, Bri might need to kill herself. It didn't seem worth it, living to literally be a slave and cook and clean for another. Like, clearly the woman was rich enough to hire maids and cooks, but instead, she was going to make Bri live as a slave, completely and totally miserable, cleaning and cooking in this massive house that felt like it was a giant cage. But now was not the time to have a panic attack.

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Amara looked at her. "You seem upset. You need to communicate with me how you feel Bri." She explained looking at her. With that she motioned her body and continued to head in front of her before taking her face into her hands.

"Bri, darling. You seem worried about what I just said. Talk to me. Its a lot of change at once. I give you what you can handle. I do what I know you can take on. Don't worry about chores or things like that. First we need to see how we work together, get to know each other's bodies and how we are as people." She leaned down a bit and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "Focus on us, think of one goal at a time."

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Bri narrowed her eyes as she heard Amara claiming she needed to tell her how she felt. That was not going to happen. Amara continued, and Bri finally laughed. "That's not what this is. I'm not worried." Bri pointed out coldly. "It's one thing if I'm a damn sex slave." Bri pointed out. "I'm not a fucking maid, nor do I cook. You paid for the purpose of making me your sex slave. If you want someone cooking and cleaning for you, hire a damn chef and a maid. I'm not doing it." Bri said coldly.

Bri didn't kiss back, simply let it happen. "Go ahead, make my life hell, try to break me and make me do that. You may eventually get your way, but I will never love you. And trust me, forcing me to be your maid and cook for you? Never going to work in your favor. It will get to a point where you're either going to have to kill me or let me go because I'm going to fucking hate your guts. I'm a sex slave, I am not a maid or a cook." Bri was obviously already annoyed at it, and she was probably going to get hurt because she didn't want to do this shit. Sex was literally all she was required to give Amara, not a damn thing more, and Amara knew it too.

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Amara looked at her, and couldn't help but laugh. "You aren't my maid or chef. My last slave, it kept her busy during the day if I was working on something. She was bored so she liked doing it. Now I know some beautiful positions if you prefer to be an on display slave. But don't worry you are as you said foremost a sex slave. Everything you do will have a sexual desire to it. My last slave while cooking had to do it naked and with clamps or some pain thing, Anal training was her favorite when cleaning."

She looked at her again and pat her head. "Don't worry you will find this to be something you might enjoy, just give it a try. How hard can it be? Things are more fun if you pretend like you are having fun!"

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Bri was officially at a point where she no longer cared about anything Amara said. "I'm not your last slave. Don't compare us." Bri pointed out cold. "I spent a lot of my time working, damn near constantly. I never cooked for myself. Most of the time, if I didn't pass out from exhaustion when I got home, I was binge watching something. If you're going to put me in poses, at least let me binge things." Bri said.

She already knew it was pointless to even request such a thing, but Bri also stopped caring. At some point, she was going to find a way out of here. Not a damn clue how yet, but in time, an idea would come to her. Worst case, Bri would work her ass off for years until she could pay Amara back if that was what it took. Actually, that wasn't the worst idea. But she wouldn't bring it up so soon.

"Whatever." Bri said at Amara's words. It wasn't like she had a say, and honestly, none of this mattered to Bri anymore. Bri's entire purpose was to tolerate whatever Amara dished out until such a time that Bri could find a way out. Slaves escaped all the time because well, no one wanted to be one. There was practically an underground network they had. Bri didn't know much about it, but she was willing to try just about anything now. She finally understood the lengths people went to to escape. It wasn't a joke, losing your freedom to someone else. Bri hated this. More than she could put into words. But this was horrifying, and making Bri desperate.

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Amara shook her head and crossed her arms. "I am sorry, you're right. I shouldn't do that. Well, we will have to work together to make sure we are both satisfied. How does that sound?" She knew that she wanted this to work, she knew there were things in this world that was dark and twisted and she may have been one of the problems but things in her past made her come this way, she wouldn't apologize for who she was.

"I told you we can do this the easy or hard way, you seemed eager before but now it's like something has changed. What's got you triggered?" She asked the girl wanting to make sure she was content and happy. She was trying here and it was very difficult if someone was being stubborn.

[User] Honestly? Bri didn't like feeling so powerless, unable to do anything for herself. All of her wanted to run away from Amara, but for now, she couldn't exactly escape. She just had to keep tolerating it until she could find an escape. Amara clearly had work to do, she couldn't exactly watch her all the time. "Oh yeah, so eager to fuck some woman who paid money to make me be stuck here." Bri said coldly. "I don't really care anymore what you do."

[Assistant] Listening to the girl, Amara ran her fingers through her hair. "What did you do before me? Are you straight is that the problem? I can bring you back if you want if you wish for your orientation. Believe me if someone forced me whit a man I'd gag. So I would assume the same from you." She said softly as she looked carefully her eyes trying to determine what she could do. "How about I start by pleasuring you?"

[User] Bri was starting to get annoyed with Amara at this point. She was too prodding and annoying, like any of this were her business. "You do not need to know a damn thing about me. I am your sex slave, that's literally it. It'll never be more than that. Think of me more as a living sex doll." Bri pointed out, refusing to talk to Amara about anything.

[Assistant] "Bri don't be a bed girl I will punish you. I'm not above anything and I can and will make you do lots of things. I know very well how sex slaves work. How about you come with me." She said taking her steps to the playroom before sitting down on her bench. "You stay in here when you aren't needed elsewhere. Most nights you are in my bed unless you've been bad you get the cage. I will use force in all manors."

[User] Bri just glared at Amara even as she followed her. "I'd rather be in the damn cage than sleep in a bed with you, Bitch." Bri said, words laced with venom. "I really don't care what you do. You're never going to break me. You'll either have to release me or kill me, but I will always hate you. Love is never going to happen."

[Assistant] Amara looked at her. "They always say that, but the truth of the matter is, once you realize I am it. You don't have anyone else, it breaks you down. It does to them all. Now Bri, get on the bed, I want to show you that i own the good and bad when it comes to you. Lay down darling."

[User] Listening to Amara, Bri laughed out loud. "What about this?" Bri asked softly. "I'll try for three months. If I can't feel anything but hate for you at the end of that time, let me work off what you paid for me and set me free?" Bri asked, hoping she could get that compromise. "I don't want a bad person, and I don't think you're capable of being a good person."

[Assistant] "Listen, darling, of course, you would think like that. I am not here to be a pain. I want us to try this, but you aren't wanting that. Regardless I accept your deal but you would be working it off for a long time. I paid over a million for you." She said with a smirk and looked at her with a smile. "Now get on the bed, I want to show you how much you will enjoy it with me."

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Bri sighed, listening to Amara. "How can I try to be in a happy relationship with you when I have no freedom? At least when I was working, I could be lazy and watch TV or play video games with my spare time. Now you say my only purpose is to be bored out of my mind when you can't focus on me. How is that even fair?" Bri said. "I just want to be content. I want to be able to watch TV, and drink as much as I want. If you'd let me be lazy like that except when you want me, I could be happy here..." Bri suggested with a sigh.

Finally, Bri just got on the bed, deciding she couldn't get Amara to let her have some basic freedoms. It wasn't like she was asking much, just to watch TV and keep her mind occupied, and to drink.

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Amara looked at her. "But maybe I will let you do that. Just wait and see, right now. Be here, be with me and let me show you." With that, she watched as she got on the bed. Her naked body was beautiful. Climbing onto the bed she pulled her burgundy dress over her head, leaving her D breasts in their black lace bra with matching panties.

"I want to have you now Bri. Just feel, don't worry about tomorrow or what is next, worry about now." She said softly as she ran a hand across her cheek. "I am going to kiss you now." Leaning down she pressed her lips to the woman's lips and held her softly in position. The way her heart was racing as she continued to kiss her showing her tender love and admiration.

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Bri listened to Amara, but she didn't really believe the woman claiming she might let her do what she wanted. It had seemed like her last slave had been a literal slave, cooking and cleaning for Amara, which was not a thing Bri wanted to do. Hell, she barely cleaned her apartment that often. Usually, she would pay a neighbor kid to clean her apartment for her. Bri wasn't really the cooking and cleaning type. She ordered a lot of delivery for herself, and it was a miracle she was even skinny, honestly. All of Bri's previous thoughts went away as she stared up at Amara, who had now taken off her dress and huge tits were the only thing Bri could focus on. Honestly, even if Bri weren't bi, she had always loved breasts. Her own, and any other woman's as long as they weren't flat chested.

Bri kissed back happily, if only because she was suddenly very distracted by the way Amara's body on top of hers felt. It was weird, Amara was not generally a nice person, it had seemed to Bri, but her kisses were tender and almost loving. Amara was just... confusing in a lot of ways.

[Assistant] Amara felt the woman's eyes upon her, she was used to the admiration from those who saw her appearance. As the woman kissed her back she found that the girl would be easy. Someone who would accept the things she had to give, and the things she wanted from the girl. Looking at her as she broke the kiss she ran her hand over the girl's hair. "You are very beautiful, Bri." She stated before leaning and kissing her neck. "Now how much work up do I have to make you." She muttered before running kisses down her to her breasts taking the nipples in her mouth and sucking.

[User] Bri tried to ignore the compliment, but she still wound up blushing as she looked at Amara. "I don't know... I haven't done much with another woman. I was barely experimenting with it."

[Assistant] Amara looked at the woman and watched as she blushed. Looking at the woman she leaned down and kissed her chest, her body pressing against her as she did. "I am wet because of you, Bri." She responded as she kissed the woman's breasts and began to fondle them. "Beautiful, you are."

[User] Bri didn't know how to react to Amara's statement. After all, Amara had to have been attracted to her, why else would she have bought her as a sex slave? That was an obvious fact. Bri let out a soft moan at the feel of Amara's soft hands on her breasts, but admittedly was kind of scared at the moment. What if she didn't like sex with a woman? After all, Bri had only ever kissed another woman and gotten a little handsy. She hadn't really explored bisexuality much, so it was more bi curious, and now Amara wasn't giving her a choice.

[Assistant] Amara looked at her and smiled. "What's wrong, Bri? Communication is key. You need to tell me what's messing with you?" She explained as she continued to place a few kisses before trailing them downward. "I'm going to touch you now. Just feel and tell me how you feel." She exclaimed as she moved above her clit and began to trail kisses around her body, going around and away from her, teasing her at every chance she got. "Fuck, Bri." She said softly before running her tongue along her nether region, wanting to taste all of her.

[User] Bri looked up and glared as she heard Amara. "Am I just... not allowed to fucking feel anything you don't like?" Bri pointed out softly. "Let me feel things. I don't need to explain how I feel to you." Bri pointed out softly. Suddenly, Amara's tongue was pleasuring her, making Bri moan softly. She couldn't tell if she liked it or hated it, but so far, it wasn't... that bad.

[Assistant] Amara looked at her, the expression on her face wasn't that of joy with the way she commented. "I will address this later." She explained before looking at her lower body. Grasping her legs she pushed them onto her shoulder as she played with her flesh, running her tongue along her clit as she went to work with her fingers on her pussy. "I want you cumming soon darling."

[User] Bri glared as Amara insisted on talking about it later on. Bri didn't want to think about it, or deal with it. It was more in Bri's nature to avoid feeling things in general. Despite their predicament, Bri was still unsure of how she felt about what Amara was doing. Small moans escaped her lips, but it wasn't like Bri was anywhere near cumming, despite Amara's claim she wanted her to.

[Assistant] Amara ran her fingers again along her body before kissing and sucking her clit making sure to give it the pleasure she deserved. She looked up once in a while to see how she was feeling. She wanted the woman and her to connect, it wasn't her old lover but she wanted to try all she could, to make her happy she continued to lick her flesh before inserting another finger into her inner walls.

[User] Bri's moaning got louder as Amara seemed to work harder. This was all so new to Bri, she had no idea one could experience pleasure like this. It wasn't even much longer before Bri reached her orgasm and screamed in pleasure. She'd never known that much pleasure in her life. It was kind of insane, and Bri was having a hard time coming down from it. She might not like Amara all that much, but at the very least, Bri wanted to experience more orgasms like this.

[Assistant] Amara continued to pleasure the girl before feeling her body tense when it came to her orgasm. As she slowly came down from it she rolled beside the girl and pulled her body close to hers. "How was that darling?" She asked with a smile before running a hand through her hair, "I'm glad you are here Bri, I am excited to start this with you." She said giving the girl a moment before asking if she would like to try her.


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Ned woke up 5 hours before his first class began. He got dressed, ate breakfast, and brushed his teeth before hurrying back to his room and pulling a hoodie on over his T-shirt and putting on his backpack.

He went downstairs, and was surprised to see a new car and a U-Haul attachment parked in the driveway of the house next door, which used to have a for sale sign.

He must have a new neighbor, he decided to go over and say hello before heading to class. As he passed the vehicle he noticed some a few boxes left inside the U-Haul container. He went over onto the porch and knocked on the door and rang the door bell.

[Assistant] Suzuya the new neighbor was in the home opening up the boxes before hearing the doorbell, she let out a sigh as she pushed the loose strand of hair behind her ear. She looked down at her wrist seeing the time, she wasn't expecting anyone at this time. She made her way to the door opening it to see a young boy. "Oh hello," She said her eyes examined him. He was much younger than her, she glanced at his backpack, making the assumption he was a student. Which reminded her that she needed to start heading to the school soon too. She looked back down at her watch to see how much time she had

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"G-Good morning M-Ma'am, s-sorry for bothering you s-so early in the morning. I-I'm Ned, y-your next door neighbor," he introduced himself in his natural stutter which was often mistaken for him being cold.

"I-I noticed t-that you still had a few b-boxes left in y-your U-Haul, and was w-wondering if you needed help bringing them inside." He said, gesturing towards the U-Haul in the driveway behind him, not knowing that the remaining boxes were filled to the brim with winter clothes that his neighbor's male relatives had outgrown and were too lazy to donate them themselves, so they dropped the responsibility onto her.

[Assistant] Suzuya tilted her head as she noticed his stutter, "Ah, good to meet you," She took another glance at her watch "If you have the time I'd love the help, though I wouldn't want to keep you from getting where you need to be in time, plus you must be freezing so I don't want to keep you out in this cold." She mentioned as she noticed just how chilly it was today. She wore a casual white shirt with a black pencil skirt. She looked back into her house at the boxes she had already brought in, she could have sworn she had some winter clothes.

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"O-Oh um I-I'm fine really," Ned stuttered. "I-I didn't mean to make y-you worry. I-I just have a natural stutter. I-I have 5 hours before my first class starts, so that should be more than enough t- time you lend you a h-hand." He smiled awkwardly, before going to the U-Haul to bring in the boxes.

After a few trips, he set down the 50th box in a neat pile in the living room. "T-There we go. T-That's the last one." He had 4 and a half hours until classes start. "Well... I-I should get going now. I-It was really nice meeting you M-Ma'am." He waved and started to walk towards the front door to leave.

[Assistant] Suzuya gave him a smile "Well natural stutter or not you seem cold, so please do your best and hurry with those boxes" She said as she walked off leaving the door open for him to come in with the boxes. She looked around the room making sure she had everything she needed for the day, _paperwork, certificates, supplies..._ she thought to herself as she rummaged through her briefcase and purse. Once she did that she made her way to the kitchen, she opened her fridge to see she had some milk. she grabbed it and poured some into a cup, she warmed it up a little before walking to the boy. She handed him the cup before looking at the boxes he brought in "Just what i needed"

[User] "O-Oh um thanks," Ned hesitated before drinking the warm milk since he was much of a fan of plain milk as he much preferred chocolate. He didn't want to be rude, so he drank every last drop from the cup as fast as he could so the taste wouldn't linger in his mouth too long. "W-Well um... I-I should get going now. I-I don't want to overstay my welcome." He awkwardly handed his neighbor the empty cup, thinking it would be rude to walk to her kitchen without asking.

[Assistant] "Yes you should get going before you do." Suzuya took the cup and placed it on a coffee table. She grabbed two of the jackets in the boxes and dusted them off. "HERE." she insisted and put the jackets on the boy. "A skinny man like you will freeze in such weather." She said as she zipped them up "Don't worry so much take these, you see they were given to me from my relatives so I have no use for them, well up until now."

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"B-But I-I'm not cold M-Ma'am," Ned stuttered as his neighbor ignored him, piling on tons of sweaters, sweatshirts, fleeces, hoodies, jackets and coats onto him, humming all the while. He could hardly move his arms or even lift them as he struggled to reach for the outermost coat zipper after it had been zipped up all the way to his chin.

The next thing he knew he was wedgied into tons of sweatpants and snowpants which were pulled over his jeans, and helped to even out his ball link appearance. "M-M-M-Ma'am..." He stuttered as he was being bounced was and down while being wedgied into the last few pairs of snowpants.


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Lilith was kept very busy with her traveling. She had been told she had a gypsy soul and liked the feeling of living in different places. She lived in a motorhome that could house her biggest desires. After what seemed like a long drive she parked her motorhome that housed many of her different kinks and things she could set up when she so desired and parked in her best friend's driveway.

They had decided they would be going to Florida for the winter and their daughter was a troublesome girl who needed to be set in her place and even is watched over and taken care of. When she arrived she watched as her friend stood in the doorway. "Well, I am glad you are here. She is upstairs and might be a pain. We have tried everything with her. That girl is over 18 and acts like she is a child still. Good luck with her, and thank you."

She nodded and smiled. "No problem." With that she watched them walk away and smiled gently looking at the house. It was a nice enough house and hopefully depending on what happened, she hoped all would go okay with the girl. Walking up the stairs she knocked gently on the only door that was closed, assuming she was in there.

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They didn't fool her, when her parents told her they were heading for Florida. They said it was to celebrate their anniversary, a long winter away together to make up for the honeymoon they never had. The one they never had because her mother was already pregnant with Cassandra when the couple married. But the nineteen-year old Cassandra knew it was as much to get away from her as it was to spend time together that her parents fled to a friend's condo down south.

That would have been fine with Cassandra, she was looking forward to not having them looming and lording over her all the time. They still treated her like a child, because they didn't agree with the choices she made as an adult. But she was not going to be left free to live her life as she wished while her parents fled. No, she would have a babysitter.

She liked Lilith. Her mom's best friend was nothing like Cassandra's mom. Carefree and eccentric, Aunt Lilith lived her life free and as she wanted. But she was also a rather direct woman. Cassandra knew Lilith would not pussy-foot around things. No, when it came to Lilith, she told you what she thought and everything was out in the open and dealt with. Maybe that was why her mom called her friend in to keep an eye on Cassandra in her absence. Maybe she was sent to 'set the daughter straight.'

She had seen the motor home pull in from her window, saw the exchange between her parents and Lilith, and watched her parents pull away. Soon, there was the anticipated knock on the door.

Cassandra went to the door with a sigh. The babysitter had arrived. Cassandra swept a long, black lock from her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. The raven-haired teen wore a pair of black, snug leggings and a cropped blue top. She opened the door. "Hello Lilith." She offered halfheartedly.

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Lilith wondered how today would go. When she realized how badly she wanted to mull things over. She wondered if it was a good idea to come right up to the door and talk to her. From past experience, Lilith and Cassandra got along. Lilith liked the fact that she was a bit carefree, but her mother wanted her to help and make the girl realize that they had a better future if she was able to actually act like an adult.

Maybe Lilith liked Cassandra cause she was a lot like Lilith. Smiling as the door opened she looked at the young girl with black hair and leggings with a crop top. "Hello, Cassandra." She walked into the room gently pushing past her and sat down on the floor crossing her legs. As her flowy green skirt pooled around her as she sat, her ginger hair flowing down her shoulders as she felt like a hippie from the seventies.

"Well, is that all I get. Your parents leave the two of us alone for winter and that's what we get. Hell, I have the RV we don't even have to stay here if you don't want too." She said looking at her gently patting the floor in front of her.

"Talk to your Lilith. Come on, why are your parents freaking on me that you haven't grown up yet? Your parents just haven't learned to chill yet have they?"

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Cassandra stepped back to make way for Lilith as the older woman let herself into the room. Light hazel eyes followed as the woman in her hippie dress sat, not on the bed or the chair by the desk, but on the floor. That was typical Lilith. At the woman's direction, Cassandra plopped onto the floor across from Lilith, sitting cross-legged. Her shoulders slumped, but she straightened as Lilith started to speak.

"We can?" Cassandra asked with some excitement at the news that they could go somewhere in the RV and not be stuck in the house. But when more questions came, the girl shrugged.

"They are pissy because I don't do everything the way they think I should. I'm nineteen now, I think I can make my own decisions on what I wear, or who I hang with, or whether I go to college or not. And I am looking for work, so they can't say that they buy everything for me." She started to complain, finding a sympathetic ear with her mom's redheaded friend.

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Lilith looked at her and smiled. Leaning forward she grabbed her chin and tried to lift it up a bit. "Of course we can. I think your mom asked the wrong friend. I may be totally strict in my own way but I am totally badass don't let the hippie clothes fool you. I think your mother forgot what I was like partying with me when were teens. Let's just say your mom wasn't all that of a goodie two shoes she makes herself out to be." She laughed for a moment and glanced at her as she spoke about her mom and all the things she wanted to do.

"Well do you have a plan? Anything at all? A guy or girl if that floats your boat. In the end, I am sure that's what your mom wants. But how can you know what you want till you live a little?"

She couldn't help but look at her trying to understand how she could help her friend's daughter. Things were coming to mind. Her parents left and would be gone for the next five months. That was a lot of time to help her in any way she could want to do. Her BDSM tendencies wanted to offer support with Lilith's love for both males and females she could see herself having fun with Cassandra.

But she was young, and her best friend's daughter. She was a bit older and in her thirties, wrinkles were starting to form and skin sagging where she wished it wouldn't.

"What do you want? Because we have five months together. If you have nothing tying you down here, I can take you and we can go do some traveling. But we would have to do things my way. You would have to listen to me. And there is no calling the shots, let me show you the possibilities you could have and when the five months are over, you can be improved a bit for your mom, fake it till you freaking leave the house. Or you could tell your mom you're coming with me and you will continue to see the world and live vicariously!"

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At the gentle touch on her chin, Cassandra lifted her eyes to her mom's friend. Lilith was a few years younger than Cassandra's mom, and it showed. Lilith was only beginning to show signs of aging, and was still a rather attractive woman. That was one of the things Cassandra hadn't dared to bring up to her parents. Her sexual experimentation. She had found that she felt attraction to women.

"Well, I was thinking about becoming a tattoo artist. I am pretty good at sketching and painting." Cassandra shrugged again. "And there isn't anyone I am really interested in." Her parents had continually discouraged her about the idea of being a tattoo artist, or getting involved with anyone from the acquaintances with whom she socialized, also unapproved by her parents.

But when Lilith made her offer, Cassandra's eyes brightened. "Really, leave here and travel?" She asked, as if not believing it. She paid little heed to Lilith's caveat that the older woman would be in charge, call the shots and make the rules. Lilith had to be infinitely better, more relaxed and less strict than her mother.

"I would like that very much!" The teen declared with a gleam of excitement.


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Benjamin was waiting for his date to arrive at the local pizzeria. He met Gloria on this online website his friend had suggested if he wanted to get a girlfriend. She was much older than him, about ten years apart where she was 35 and he was 25. But that wasn't a problem as he loved older women. And she was muscular as hell. Two of his favorite things. But to get her interest in him, he had to write some false things on his profile account. With the exception of his name. From his picture to his age to his bio, he thought it was the only way to get an older woman to have some interest in him. It did work and the two of them chat online that eventually led him to date her in person.

It may have been wrong for him to lie to her but he was desperate. If he could not find a woman that was close to his age, he would try his hand dating an older woman. It was very risky but he was willing to pull it off if it meant he would get a date and eventually laid. After all, she would be talking to someone who wasn't as muscular as her, as old as her, and not as tall as her. Hopefully she would give him a chance even though he had lied to her at every corner.

It was fifteen minutes till nine and she still wasn't here. Was she running late or was he being played like how he played her? He took out his smartphone and began to text her. I am here, where are you Gloria? He sent the message to her. He was desperate for a date that he had hoped that he wasn't talking to a guy who was masquerading as a woman to troll desperate guys like him online.

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Gloria sat in her truck, watching the little pizzeria across the street attentively. She was waiting for a specific individual. Benjamin. She'd found him on some online dating site. She'd been interested in the person behind the account from the picture initially, but as she had gotten to know him a bit better her interest grew enough to take the risk of meeting in person. Needless to say, her hopes for this date were perhaps a little high. However, as she watched a particular individual walk into the pizzeria, a kind of familiar individual at that, she found herself almost getting distracted from her original intentions. She managed to shake herself from that and continue to sit in her car, even shift to change the song on the radio that was playing.

Eventually, a text came through on her phone. "Hm?" She murmured to herself before she picked up the phone and went to her texts. Reading the message from Benjamin, she produced a half-smile.

She hit send then waited for the confirmation that it went through before moving to step out of the truck. It was a pair of boots that met the asphalt of the parking lot. Up from there was a pair of shorts and a tank top that accentuated both the chest augmentations and the well-developed musculature of the arms just as the shorts showed off the muscle definition in her bulked up legs. With confidence, she strode up to the pizzeria and pushed the door open. For a moment, her eyes landed on that kind of familiar individual before going around the rest of the restaurant for the one she's expecting to meet.

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As Benjamin entered the pizzeria he took a seat that was near a window so he could watch for his date. When he texted Gloria he saw a big black, truck pull up to the parking lot.Only a large person would drive such a large truck. He put two and two together as he realized it was Gloria in that truck as she texted him she had just pulled up into the parking lot. He was both excited and nervous he was going to see her in the flesh. He kept staring out the window as he watched Gloria step out of the truck. She was as large in real life as she was in her profile picture. He stopped peeking out the window as his mind was rushing. His heart pounding. This was going to be his first date with a much older and larger woman, one that had he lied to her. He took a deep breath and grabbed the glass of water the waitress poured for him to stop his anxiety.

He watched the front door of the pizzeria open. It was Gloria. His eyes were locked on her as her eyes were locked on him. Did she know he was her date? Couldn’t be as he used a fake profile picture on his account. He stood up from his seat and approached the broad woman, passing by the other patrons.

The way Gloria dressed looked like she had just stepped out of the gym. Or perhaps she did it for him to show her muscular body to him. As he mentioned he wanted to date a muscular woman like her. His heart continued to pound the closer and closer he got to his date.His heart continued to pound the closer and closer he got to his date until they were practically inches apart from each other. He had to look up at her as his head was leveled to her chest. She was a giant when he got close to her.

"Gloria..." he said, twirling his index fingers as he still looked up at his date. "I am Benjamin. Your date." he cleared his throat. "I lied to you."he felt his stomach twisting and knotting his stomach when he said those words. But they had to come out. "I hope you can forgive me as to why I had to lie. I was worried you may not have interest in me."

[Assistant] Gloria's gaze turned down when she heard her name in an unfamiliar voice then blinked when she realized the one speaking was the kind of familiar boy she'd watched enter come up to her. She allowed a look of surprise to come over her features then scoffed. "Lied? That's kind of an understatement," she replied before closing her eyes and letting out a breath. Well, Gloria, at least it's not a complete loss. It really could be him... She thought to herself before opening her eyes and looking back down to Benjamin. "Alright. Convince me you're worth my time with this date." She said producing a half smile. "It's your one chance so make it count."

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_Well at least she didn't hit me. Maybe I do have a chance with her._ Benjamin thought completely sweating from the forehead when he told her the truth that he had lied to her on the dating website. After all she didn't walked away or even punched him in the face when he told Gloria did the truth he wasn't as muscular or as old her as. Perhaps she might really give him a chance to the point where she would find him wanting as he thought of her... He was into this kind of woman who was big and strong.

Benjamin nodded his head led Gloria to their table. He took a seat and took a deep breath to regain control of himself. _Okay here I go._ "Well I lied to you because I wasn't sure you would date a guy who wasn't as big as you." he said to her date as he scanned her body from top to bottom. _God she is hot, I hope she will be my girlfriend._ This was his first time seeing a woman with muscles up close as he always dream what they could do to him. _What she could do to me._

"You're so hot that I love everything about you." he gave off a shyly smile to his date. "Your height, your big arms, large thighs. And even that deep, manly voice of yours." he look around to see if anyone was close by and then he lowered his voice." I was even hoping you to be the one to wear the pants if you know what I mean." he said winking at her.

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Gloria followed Benjamin over to the table and took her seat opposite him where she shifted to cross her ankles under the table before leaning to put her elbows on the flat surface, one arm laying on the table while the other formed a cup for her chin. As the younger man spoke, she listened then sighed. "That's a heavy word---love," she commented then tilted her head a little as Benjamin continued to speak, this time tossing compliments at her freely. It was a little funny, really. Had she really changed so much over the years that her little brother could no longer recognize her? Then again... maybe she had. She had been Benjamin's older brother, not sister back then. Of course, that was all on the assumption that this familiar face across from her was actually her little brother.

"So, why not a man if you're attracted to such masculine features?" She asked pointedly.


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Meredith looked at her new friend and smiled. "I am glad to hear your version of fun." She said with an eager tone. She walked into his studio apartment, her eyes taking in the sight of it before the door was closed and she was pressed against it. Slamming it shut and had his body so pressed to hers. He again returned with the word fun and what he liked to do was unconventional. She looked him up and down carefully, noticing the excited smile on his face. He wanted this, but did he want the same thing like her?

"Before, I say 'Yes sir' I will but... will you explain to me what you plan to do with me? The rules of your fun, and the words for safety?" Obviously they were strangers and she didn't want to be hurt by some serial killer, even though this was a young boy who for some reason unbeknownst to her had a lot of money. "But I do plan to say... yes, sir." She said making it clear, but she wanted to know the safety or if soon she would be tied to his basement and not come out anymore.

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Jacob found himself smirking at her questions, "I think we'll get along just fine... you clearly know what you're talking about." He pressed a light kiss to her hairline. "If I told you specifically, I don't think it'd be a surprise. I'll just say... if you wanna be tied up, I'll tie you up. If you want to be an absolute mess from cumming so much, I'll get you there."

His hand by her head wandered down to her chest, his eyes on her larger breasts. "As for a safe word, we'll go with 'melon' if that's fine with you?" He didn't want to scare her away after all. "If you do end up being gagged though, I want you to blink rapidly if you're not blindfolded."

Jacob stroked his thumb against her bottom lip. "For rules, I have none for myself personally, but I'll do anything that doesn't make you uncomfortable. I may push you, but I won't force myself on you." His eyes searched hers for a moment before smirking as she repeated the title. "Now, if you're amenable to that, get on your knees and put that pretty mouth to work on my cock, it'd like some attention."

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Meredith looked at him and nodded. A small squeak came as he kissed her hairline. She was melting and pooling at his feet. She listened as he spoke, melon was the safe word. She was going to be gagged? Or blindfolded? The whole idea of it all made her excited, her tongue had to run around her lip for a moment. To make them wet and not so dry. She needed something to drink, her throat was dry from excitement. When he spoke of rules and making her be pushed she nodded. "Yes, sir."

She then sunk to her knees, opening his pants and pulling down any other material that was in the way. She opened her mouth and licked his cock, running her tongue along the sides. She then grabbed the tip, starting slow and teasing, dragging her tongue in swirls along his tip before going a bit further, taking in more of him as she wiped her tongue around the cock, licking and bobbing her head as she could. She couldn't believe that this was happening. She was going to have some fun with something kinky.

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When she said it again, Jacob hummed a bit as he watched her sink to her knees. "Good to know follow directions so well, Meredith." Jacob smiled to himself, knowing that would be the last time he'd use her name tonight.

He let her open him up, deeply amused at how fast and eagerly she got to work with his cock. "Look at me." He ordered, his thumb gently stroking along her cheek in an affectionate way, although his words were far from it. "You make such a good cock slut, you know that?" Some women liked being called as such, others didn't, he wondered which she would be.

His large hands gathered her long hair to be held as a pony tail at the back of her head as he began to move her along his cock, pushing her head towards him to see how much she could take. "Don't worry if you drool, or make any sort of mess, okay?" And while he said it like a question, it was more of a statement as he hoped to see how dirty she could get.

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Meredith wasn't used to such words. The idea of following an order used to be just a day dream. Now she was obeying and behaving like he wanted her too. She moaned continuing to bob her head.

The way he held her hair was dream like. She continued to slurp on his cock. She went with each motion trying to make it a bit messier for him. She was glad she could help him that way.

She felt his hold and bobbed her head. Slurping and moaning. Her eyes trailing upward as he spoke. She tried to be sexy like but the desire of making someone happy was raging through her.

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The way she sucked Meredith made him groan his head lolling to the side a bit as he looked down at her, loving how well she seemed to listen. Especially given how she seemed to be dazed and moaning---showing how much she was enjoying it herself. "Fuck, you're like a dream..." Jacob breathed out, his hand holding her hair pushing her head down further on his cock, enjoying the way her throat felt.

"Breathe through your nose." He said, noting the bit of struggle she had as she took his length fully into her mouth. When he knew Meredith couldn't take it anymore, he pulled her off, loving the sight of drool connect her swollen lips to his cock. "That's a beautiful sight." He hummed as he took his hand and wrapped it around the base of his member and stroking up to collect the excess saliva.

Jacob pulled Meredith up by her hair, nudging her to stand as his hand dove between her legs once more, his wet hand wrapping around her throat before spreading it down her chest, loving the way it glistened. "Now, I'll tell you what's going to happen," his hand dove between her legs once more, noting that it was practically dripping at this point, "I'm going to take you to my favorite room," he slipped two and then quickly another finger into her sobbing hole, "and you're going to become my plaything for the night," his hand quickly sped up to pump in and out of her as the wet noise filled the room, "understand?"

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Meredith stared at him as she pushed further, breathing through her nose as he directed, sucking and bobbing her head. Her tongue moving around hoping it was doing well enough for him. He stated she was a dream. Was she powerful enough to keep the dream going for him?

She groaned at the feeling of his hands pulling her up, standing on two feet as she looked at him. Her hands were eager on her side as they clenched in fists by her. His finger probed her body. She was just willing to do about anything at this point. "Yes, sir. Anything, sir." She knew the word.

Melon was the word to say when she couldn't so just anything anymore. She was at his willing mercy and she wanted it bad. His command over her was intense.

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"Mmm, good girl." Jacob purred, happy that she was so willing for him. The woman clearly needed it bad, and he had to wonder if she had truly been able to be with someone like him before. Based on the near desperation, he guessed not.

His hands went around her dress and full unzipped it, watching as it fell away from her shoulders and pooled at her feet. "My god you're beautiful..." He breathed out, his hands wandering up to her breath and rubbing his thumbs over them, watching in amusement as they quickly perked up. Giving one of them a light slap, he took her hand and began pulling her towards the smaller room he had on the first floor.

Inside was a deep purple room that clearly looked like someone's collection of toys and amusement---things that the normal kinky person only dreamed off. "We're going to go a bit slow, to see where your limit is at." He explained, walking her over to an open spot in the corner of the room that had mirrored panels and a chain above it. He placed her in front of it as he went to grab some black rope.

"I don't mind suspension, it helps with displaying you," He said, finding what he was looking for and walking back with it, "But I don't believe in a position that for an extended amount of time would cause pain." Jacob moves her arms to be behind her back, laying on top of one another. "Being uncomfortable is fine, but pain can lead to long term damage," He begins to expertly bind her arms and wrists together before looping them around her front. "I think we both can agree on that." He chuckled, tying a knot to lay between her breasts before wrapping under her collarbone and back around from her armpits.


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"Good, I'll find someone else to bring home and you can prove that to me. I'll film it too~ If I have something on you then you'll behave better won't you," Andrew snickered tapping Landon's nose. "Maybe we'll shoot a little porno too and if you aren't good I'll release them online." He liked that idea, if he was going to keep Landon around he needed reason's that he couldn't leave or run away.

"Eager now aren't we," he snickered, shifting to sit between Landon's legs, palming his crotch through his pants. "Alright if you insist~" Andrew undid Landon's pants and started to tug them down and off. "As long as you're good I'll help you get dressed again after, or I'll leave you naked. Not like you really need them here, though I suppose it would be cold for you without anything on," he mused half to himself. He sort of liked the idea of keeping Landon naked and completely vulnerable to him but he could be a little nice, when it was earned.

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Land on face paled. Shit. Filming it? That would be dirt on him if he ever wanted to leave. How could he leave if he knew those sorts of things would be released? His life would never go back to normal. Andrew was trying to ensure he wasn't going anywhere unless he wanted to die, and he was doing it well. It was clear on Landon's face he didn't like that idea, but arguing would be useless. Andrew is just going to do whatever he wants anyway. His gaze lowered and he nodded. "OK." The killing being filmed can't be avoided, but he can sure try to be good enough right now so Andrew doesn't film a "porno" as he says.

Landon flinched and bit the inside of his cheek as Andrew palmed his crotch. It was enough to start getting blood rushing between his legs. He lifted his legs as Andrew started to pull his pants down. They slipped off and left him in just his underwear. Landon avoided looking at Andrew now that stuff was starting to happen.

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Andrew smirked when Landon lifted his hips to make it easier for him to pull off the other man's pants and toss them aside, it seemed like what he'd said had scared the bitch into behaving for now at least. The problem was that he wanted to hurt Landon more, but that would make him less likely to behave later wouldn't it? So he left the knife aside and just sort of hoped that Landon would do something he didn't like later so that Andrew could hurt him.

He went back to palming Landon through his underwear, this time till he could feel him starting to get hard before tugging down his boxers as well. "Have you ever had sex with a man before?" He asked cocking his head to the side as he slipped a hand under Landon to squeeze his ass. He should probably get up to get lube but he didn't want to, he'd much rather use blood, that would be very hot to him but he would go for second best.

Once Landon had answered Andrew pressed his fingers against the other lips. "Get them wet," he murmured, "It'll be better then going in completely dry right~"

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The sudden invasive question made his face flush and feel hot. "Um... no. Not yet." Landon could admit he was attracted to men, but he never had sex with one. If he wanted to he could've but he never found a partner he wanted to try it with. They always seemed too aggressive and it scared him off. He didn't want aggressive, not for the first time. Now it seems like that's happening anyway though. He frowned as Andrew started to reach below. Their hands came over him and squeezed his ass. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling but not a welcomed one. He didn't want to be touched. He just wanted to be left alone.

Andrew pressed their fingers against his lips and Landon's brows furrowed momentary. He stared at Andrew as if he was crazy- well he probably is- and gingerly parted his lips. This was so... weird. He hesitated but took their fingers into his mouth to start sucking on them. Landon looked down as he used his tongue to get Andrew's fingers wet. When he thought they were wet enough he pulled back I'm an effort to get their fingers back out of his mouth.

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"That's a shame," Andrew commented. He sort of liked being the first person to fuck Landon but it was a shame for him, if he'd let others fuck him before this wouldn't hurt as much and maybe wouldn't be quite so traumatic because at least he'd have had a good first time. He'd have to go get the lube before properly fucking Landon then, there was no way he'd be able to fit in a virgin without it.

"Good boy," he purred as Landon started to lick and suck his fingers making Andrew shiver slightly, it felt good for him and he could imagine how that hot mouth and soft tongue would feel against his cock too. It made his cock throb and he made up his mind he'd have to fuck Landon's mouth later.

When Landon pulled back Andrew pulled his fingers out and reached down to quickly push a finger inside the other man's ass before the saliva on his fingers could dry. "Relax," he crooned as he wiggled and curled his finger inside Landon, rubbing against his insides.

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Yeah, it was a shame. Land on first time with a man would be this experience. After this would Landon even be able to be with men? Well, if he survives then maybe not. He wouldn't see himself getting past this. His first time, which should be a good experience, was being taken from him. Landon took the praise lightly. If it wasn't for the threat of being killed he would've bitten Andrew by now. Since he valued his life he was behaving so far, but it wasn't guaranteed he would the whole time. As things got closer to the inevitable he found himself wanted to get away.

He jumped as Andrew pushed a finger inside him without warning. The feeling was strange and he found himself flushing. Andrew curled his finger and Landon involuntary shivered. Immediately he was trying to push away, to escape what was happening. "Stop, it feels weird-" he protested as he tried to use his legs to scoot back. If a finger felt odd he didn't want to imagine what a dick was like.

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"Of course it feels weird, it's your first time." Andrew chuckled, gripping Landon's throat with his free hand, pinning him back against the mattress. "Now stop squirming, I am going to fuck you and you should be glad that I'm taking the time to prepare you or it would feel far worse then 'weird' if I'm not thorough, so don't test my patients."

He followed Landon as he tried to push away, half laying on top of him to keep him still as Andrew worked his finger in and out of the fair haired man. If he kept squirming Andrew would force a second finger into him to soon to try and force him to stay still, shock him into it at least. He leaned down and kissed Landon's cheek teasingly, "I'll try to be nice since it's your first time~"

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Landon winced as Andrew's hand wrapped around his throat and pinned him down to the mattress. It would make him want to move and fight more if the squeezing of his throat wasn't so threatening. He was afraid to push his luck. Andrew would probably choke him if provoked. He gulped against their hand and reached up to try and loosen their grip. While doing so Andrew was putting his weight on him to restrict his movement. Their finger still pumped in and out, steadily working to get him ready for a second one. Soon he'd be prepped and ready to take on more than fingers, as much as he didn't want to be. He wanted to cry, kick, and scream for Andrew to get off of him, but quite frankly he was scared. He was scared that resistance would get him killed.

Landon tried to move his head away but Andrew was already kissing his cheek. "You---you call forcing your finger inside me nice?" He wanted to cry but no tears were coming. Right now he just felt too shocked. After this was said and done with reality would sink in. He looked down and shame set over him. He was really getting hard over this. Even if he didn't want it his body has its natural reactions. Even so he still felt humiliated.

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It seemed like holding Landon's neck was enough to keep the man still so he left that be and didn't add a second finger until he thought that the other man was loose enough. He hummed and started to scissor his fingers, stretching the other man out. He chuckled as the accusation. "Oh yes I do consider this nice, I could be forcing a number of much worse things inside you, I'm going slow an sure it feels weird but it could hurt, a lot."

He let go of Landon's throat, still leaning on him to help keep him down Andrew reached down between his legs and wrapped a hand around his cock. "You're getting hard already so it can't be that bad~ I'll make you cum while I'm fucking you don't you worry, and that means I'm being nice."

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Even though it felt less painful Landon flinched when he felt a second finger being pushed inside. His face flushed as Andrew started to move his fingers in a scissoring motion, stretching him out. The more Andrew did the more his body wanted react. It was making him ashamed. How could he get hard by this? There was nothing enjoyable about a man forcing their fingers in his ass! The chains clinged together as he lifted his hand up to his mouth to cover it. He didn't want Andrew to hear him as his body started to get more excited.

His shoulders jumped and he shivered when Andrew wrapped his hand around him. His eyes closed as his brows furrowed. He involuntarily bucked his hips into the touch.

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Landon could be behaving better in Andrew's opinion, he didn't like how the other man covered his mouth to muffle himself. Still Landon couldn't be expected to be perfect the first time and Andrew wasn't completely unreasonable just mostly so, so he just kept going. "You know you should tell me when it feels good or I might accidentally hurt you," he commented, it was a lie but it sounded pretty reasonable didn't it?

He liked the way Landon thrust up into his hand, even when he was trying to hold back he was still pretty responsive which was nice. To encourage that he squeezed Landon's cock and stroked just a little faster, forcing him to feel even better as he was stretched open. When Andrew was pretty sure the other was stretched enough he pulled his fingers out and pulled back. "Don't get excited, I'm just going to get the lube," he said before Landon could really start hoping.

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Although he was a virgin he wondered if Andrew was feeding him a load of shit. He had to tell him he was feeling good or Andrew might hurt him? It was hard to believe or disbelieve. Damn it! Why did he have to be inexperienced? Andrew squeezed him and he groaned past his fingers. His reactions were done more freely now, despite the buried feeling of shame and humiliation. He opened his eyes and his hand dropped down. Andrew was already letting him go. Maybe...? Nope. Andrew's comment immediately dispelled that thought. Andrew wasn't done yet.

So, Andrew still intended to go all the way. He sat up a little whenever Andrew left to go grab lube. Now that Andrew was grabbing lube he knew it was time. He'd close his legs at the thought. Honestly, he was scared. He has no clue what this was going to be like. Would it be painful? Would Andrew purposely try to hurt him? Landon swallowed in an effort to suppress his anxiety.

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Andrew grabbed a bottle of lube from his desk drawer and brought it back over to the bed in the middle of the room, kneeling down on it he put the bottle down within reach and nudged Landon's thigh. "Spread your legs again pet," he ordered more gently then he really felt like he should need to because he really didn't give a shit, but Landon was scared and might respond better to gentleness.

"If you behave yourself and give me what I want I'll give you a blanket when I'm done," he encouraged, just a little reward. The default here was having nothing, as Landon had already noted, so if he wanted anything he'd have to earn it. Maybe next time he could ask for some coffee is he wanted that bad enough.

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A blanket. It never seemed like such a luxury until now. Landon wants a blanket. It was rather cold in the basement and a blanket would definitely help him stay warm. God... he really had to give himself up for something as basic as a blanket. This man definitely knows how to get what he wants. It took clever manipulation and promises of rewards, and it works. Landon knew what what happening but he wants that blanket. So, he found himself timidly opening his legs again.

He looked away to avoid making eye contact as he did so. Now he kept his legs spread. "Will you really give me a blanket?" He had to hope Andrew wouldn't go back on what he said just because he already got what he wanted. If that happened then he couldn't comply with this again. He was doing it because of the rewards being dangled out in front of him. If he didn't even get those then why would he let Andrew use his body? Landon finally glanced between his own legs and at Andrew. This whole thing... it made him wonder if Andrew really was going to keep him alive just to use him for his pleasure.


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Jackson was getting on Carrie's last nerve, and if she'd had the ability to move, she might have punched him by now. "Fucking take the damn hint you idiot! You're not my type! I don't want you!" Carrie pointed out coldly. His grip on her tightened so much so that Carrie expected to wind up with bruises. "I don't want you!" Carrie said a second time. Jackson seemed like a baby, unable to accept the word no.

Before she knew it, Carrie was shoved back into that small room and locked in. She simply screamed out in annoyance. Carrie screamed for as long as she possibly could. Hopefully, at the very least, she was annoying the hell out of Jackson. Screaming might be pointless because no one would save her, but at least it might annoy Jackson. God, she really didn't like him. One way or another, Carrie was going to have to kill herself or Jackson. That was the only escape she could see here.

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Jackson couldn't take it anymore and he didn't want to hurt her anymore. He brought her to her room and closed the door in front of her. He didn't want to slam his fists at her. So he went to the workout room and began to hit the boxing bag that he worked hard on when he was upset. He came inside with dents in his knuckles and a bit of blood trickling down. He came to hear her screaming again and he felt a twinge at his heart.

He hated that she wouldn't even try, she hadn't given him a chance then and she wasn't giving him a chance now either. He grabbed a big red ball gag and walked over to her. Opening the door and closing behind him the blood on his hands more noticeable now he looked at her. "Woman, I am going to gag you, if you don't stop. More and more of your freedom will be taken away to the point I will have you hogtied and hanging in every room i am in. Eventually, you will become a docile thing if you don't understand, I am trying, but you are not."

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Carrie was still screaming when Jackson came back in with a big ball gag in his hands. Those hands were bloody, and Carrie had the feeling that Jackson would probably start to hit her because he seemed so violent to her. Carrie kept screaming, even as Jackson threatened her and told her she would lose all of her freedom if she kept this up. Carrie scoffed and stared at him. "Fuck you!" Carrie hissed out.

"You've already taken away all of my fucking freedom. You might as well hogtie me, because I'm not fucking you. I hate you Jackson! No amount of your bullshit or intimidation and mean attitude is going to change that. You're going to have to release me eventually, and I will have you arrested and sent to jail for this." Carrie said coldly, before she went right back to screaming at the top of her lungs. No one could hear her or save her, but it was pissing Jackson off. He deserved to be reminded how much she hated him every damn day.

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Jackson looked at her, he was glad that she didn't seem scared by the blood. He was getting frustrated with her and what to do. He watched her carefully and wondered what she was going to do. He was trying everything he could think of. He wanted her more than anything he ever wanted, yet she denied him and denied till his ears bled. Walking over to her, hearing the screams in his ear he kissed her head and looked. "I will bring food in soon, lacking utensils for fear of your suicidal talk you do." He said leaving the room. He would take her noise, he would take what she tried to give him. Soon someone would have to give in and he wouldn't.

Leaving the room he went and made the pasta she had wanted and brought it to him. She placed it on the table and left it for her, it was a paper plate, no utensils and a paper cup, the injury she could do with that would be interesting.

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Carrie was absolutely livid. Jackson was a horrible person. He didn't end up gagging her, choosing to kiss her head, making Carrie flinch and back away from him. Then, Jackson left her alone, still screaming her heart out. Carrie never wanted this crap, and she was a strong willed woman. She was never going to give in to Jackson's will. As soon as Jackson came back, Carrie glared, and continued to scream. She hated him and was miserable. Jackson deserved to be miserable too for what he had done to her. How could he have thought she would want him if he kidnapped her? The man was absolutely insane! Carrie scoffed at the food, and the general lack of respect Jackson had. What kind of asshole would make her eat with her hands?

Hell no. As soon as Jackson left the room, she was going to throw the plate of food out the window. Her window had bars on them, but enough space she could make this meal disappear. Right now, this was the only way Carrie could avoid eating. Starvation would kill her slowly, but it was the best option she had unless Jackson let her out again. Really, Carrie just wanted to escape and get the hell away from him forever, but she had no idea how to do that. She could swim, but the cold water would probably kill her before she got to another land mass.

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Jackson looked at Carrie, his heart aching with how to help her. A rational part of him told him to let her go but he couldn't do that, he loved her. But seeing her so hurt was breaking him. He got up slowly and gave her a small smile before leaving the room. He hated that room and it was more of a defense if something happened it was a protection room. Nothing could come in, and nothing could go out.

He wanted her in the master bedroom with him. But the way it was going he didn't know how he was going to help her. The way her mind was he didn't know if he could ever get through to her.

[User] Every day for three weeks, Jackson brought her food three times a day. He would stick around to make sure she ate, and spent the entire time talking to her. For the most part, Carrie was silent. She listened, but she was stubborn. But by the third straight week of this, Carrie finally caved, and they actually had conversations that weren't bad. They found things they had in common, even. Her whole deal seemed to soften, and Jackson was sort of growing on her a little bit, not that Carrie would admit it. Honestly, she had only really started responding to him because she was so damn bored. With it, Jackson was slowly open to more freedom, and now, she was on the beach, having a picnic in a bikini with Jackson.

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Jackson continued to bring her food and he should sit with her, at times the silence was unbearable, other times he brought his laptop and worked while she screamed or cried or grew angry with him. Finally she spoke and they talked which gave him a sense of calm, one he was too nervous to trust.

Finally he decided a picnic on the island couldn't be so bad. It had been more than a month and they both needed a well deserved break. "Are you a beach person?"

[User] "Yeah, I guess." Carrie finally said to Jackson. She had softened up a lot with Jackson now, if only because she was so bored without even being able to talk to him. Besides, at this point, she was aching to leave this stupid small room. "I like the water." Carrie said. "I always planned on going to school for marine biology, when I had enough money."

[Assistant] He listened to her, this was something new, an actual conversation and each little one marked up his excitement. With joy he clapped his hands and smiled. "I can give you that. If you like you can tell me which school you want to try to attend and we can get applications for you. I know you want it so you can have it." He said knowing he had more than enough money to help her.

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Carrie couldn't help but giggle as Jackson clapped his hands together. She raised an eyebrow as she listened to him as he said he could make it happen, and that she could have it. She couldn't help thinking that he couldn't mean it, if only because it would mean they would have to move to a beach city, and he would have to give her actual freedom. Carrie finally sighed and moved in closer to Jackson as if wanting to cuddle. It had been a month since she'd had any intimacy, and she really missed just being in someone's lap with their arms wrapped around her.

"It's not that feasible." Carrie mentioned softly. "First of all, I would need actual freedom to go to school. We would need to move to wherever the university is, obviously a beach town." Carrie pointed out. "Besides, I couldn't let you pay for it." Carrie said. "I don't have a passport anyway, which would mean I would lose a lot of the hands on learning I would need." It never really hit her how impossible this dream was, not until that moment. Carrie had barely been surviving and making rent and a little bit of food. There was no way she would have been able to follow her dreams.

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Jackson looked at her laugh and it made him laugh. "I like to see you smile." Watching her crawl over to him and climb in his lap was making his body stir. Getting a taste of her once was barely enough. When she spoke about it not being feasible he couldn't help but laugh. He listened to all of her points and watched her carefully. She seemed disappointed by it. Placing a hand on her cheek he lifted her chin up to face him.

"We may not have gotten off to a great start, but I can give you that. Passport is as easy as snapping my fingers, and for fuck sake. You are my woman if you want this and a thousand dresses made of gold and diamonds I would buy it for you. Damn, I would buy the university for you."

He took a deep breath. "You pick the university, I can buy a house there, move stuff I like and have it within a week. You want this, you would get it. I think you know by now the efforts of my feelings for you."

[User] Carrie sighed as she heard Jackson laugh. He lifted her chin and made her look up at him, before declaring that he'd get her everything she wanted. "Don't you think we should.... work on actually having a relationship?" Carrie pointed out with a smile. "After all, how could you be sure I'm not going to take off?" Carrie pointed out softly. "I could just as easily leave you. You can't exactly let me out and not expect me to." Carrie pointed out. "Uhm, okay, Jackson, cool it a bit." Carrie pointed out softly. "First of all, you do realize that if I were to become a marine biologist, it would mean a lot of traveling for me?" Carrie said. "Besides, let's not just... jump into this. We have like, most of the year to wait. And besides, there's no guarantee I get in. You know how that works, kinda have to apply to a bunch of places and hope for the best." Carrie said softly.

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Jackson looked at her, his eyes filled with hope and admiration. "I work in the tech world is that not explain that where I do my work doesn't matter. You taking off I am not concerned. I will find you and get you again." He said with a playful smirk but he knew he wasn't lying. "I think you may not see it but I do love you. Maybe I suck at showing it but I want you more than I have wanted anything or anyone my entire life."

He looked at her and smiled. "As for you getting in, well honey I just make a call. Pick the school. You get to go. You want it you will be in by the fall semester." He said snapping his finger showing how quick. "Money talks wonders and when the day you tell me you are ready it will all be yours too."

[User] Carrie smirked as she heard Jackson. "Oh, yeah, because you know, having me kidnapped worked out so well for you the first time." Carrie pointed out. "I don't see this as love. Someone who loved me wouldn't have held me captive like this." Carrie pointed out bluntly. Jackson was becoming tolerable, as like a friend, but she wasn't exactly anywhere near wanting to reward him for kidnapping her. Carrie scoffed as Jackson basically said he would make it happen because he had money. "Jackson... no." Carrie said to him softly. "It's not fair to anyone if you use your money to influence decisions." Carrie said.

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Jackson looked at her and was saddened by the fact that he had done something she wouldn't move past. It had only been a short time and he knew that. He looked at her and kissed her forehead. "There isn't a ring on your finger but I want you to know your mine. When I can say that you will say I do. I will marry you. You were meant just for me, I know it. You just have to see it yet." He explained as he liked how soft she was in his arms.

"You want a school you get in the school. I worked my ass off well my father did and that money can be put to use. To pay for something you, my love wants."

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Carrie sighed as she heard Jackson. He was very adamant about his choice, even though Carrie didn't see it that way. "Come on, Jackson. You have to know that holding me captive was a very bad idea." Carrie pointed out. "How am I supposed to see past it and learn to love you, huh?" Carrie said.

"That's not fair to people who are definitely smarter than me and worked a lot harder than me."

[Assistant] Jackson looked at her, placing his hand on her cheek he caressed her. "I had no other options, it may have been a bad idea but it really was the only way I could think of to get you alone. Think of the progress we made already. A while ago you were out to kill me. But listen.. Just give it a chance." He nudged her gently and pressed his head to her neck. "There are not people smarter than you, they may have worked harder but you have done a lot in your life too. Would you have ever been enough to save up for the courses? Just let me get you in. Pick the school. It's yours."