***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I never explain in my CNC stories how consent was garnered. I have a post named “How I approach stories about CNC/R**p*ay” pinned on my page explaining why. CNC relationships come in all forms, including scenes that may seem/feel too real. I can assure you that since the stories are always starring me as the prey, I consent. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***
I get in the shower, the hot beads of water pricking my back as I absorb the heat and move my head under too. It’s been a long day. After I had used her twice more, I left her to get cleaned up and with a list of chores. We used a lot of objects in the room and it wouldn’t be me who would be picking up after us. That would be a waste a resources, wouldn’t it? After showering, I turn off the water and open the curtain. I grab my towel and dry off, wrapping the towel around my waist. I make my way into the bedroom, sit on the bed, and pull up the rooms cameras on my phone.
She hasn’t moved from where I left her. She is still laying down on the floor, in the fetal position. I closed the app and put on some comfortable clothes to sleep in. Not exactly tired yet, I turned on the tv and checked the news. Nothing yet it seems but it’s only been one evening. She lives alone so she won’t be missed until tomorrow, well now today, when she misses work. I pull the camera back up, noticing she is no longer on the floor. She’s not in the main room at all. I swipe to the bathroom and see that she is in the bathroom, turning on the water for the bath.
Once the bath was full, she stepped in and slowly dipped in the rest of her body. As the various bruises and lacerations entered the water, her face grimaced in pain. Quiet pained groans escaped her as she continued. Now sitting with her legs out in front of her, she held the sides of the tub and leaned back. Exhaling and closing her eyes. Sinking into the water, she plugged her nose with her hands and submerged her entire body and head. She remained there for over 30 seconds, seeming to meditate for a moment. Suddenly her head came out of the water and she sat up. Her hands coming to her face to wipe the water away. Her eyes opened and she stared blankly at the wall. I continue watching her, intrigued that she isn’t crying. Trying to escape. Yelling. She seems almost calm. I closed the app and laid down for the night.
The next morning I woke up excited. Before I fell asleep last night, an ad online was showing Halloween costumes. I hadn’t thought much of it but apparently my subconscious did. I had a dream with my new pet in a maid outfit & now I needed to see it in real life. Today was the football game as well. I had a fun idea on how to mix the two but I would need to run out to the store. I pulled the cameras up, seeing that she fell asleep at some point and was still sleeping. She once again caught me by surprise though because she was sleeping in the dog kennel I put down there for her. I knew her natural instincts were to lean into submission. Admittedly there is a dog bed in there and she hadn’t earned a mattress yet. However, should could have taken the dog bed out of the cage but didn’t.
I got dressed and left the house, heading to the local Halloween store. I went inside and walked around, looking at all the different costumes. A sexy pirate and sexy cop hung next to one another, other professions and fictional characters surrounding them as well. I almost got the prisoner outfit, trying to focus in on the irony but it was for men only. The look on her face would have been funny but I digress. I get to the end of the large wall and find the maid costume, grabbing a medium. I look at the back and notice that it doesn’t come with stockings. Just as I did, a store clerk approached me “good morning, anything you need help finding?” At first I was nervous, overthinking what this clerk would think about my purchase.
I got over it quickly though, realizing that he doesn’t get paid enough to care and it’s 2022. I can wear a maid costume if I want to. “Actually yes, I need the stockings that go with this outfit.” He begin to walk away, waving at me to follow as he led me down a new isle. The isle full of various stocking types & colors. “Thank you!” I told the clerk. I sifted through, grabbing a few fishnets just to have laying around. I grabbed the sheer & lace ones that matched the costume, checking out and heading back.
Once back home, I took my new purchases & the food for the game down to the basement. I got the room ready to go and then checked the camera in the room. She was awake now, doing yoga on the floor. I don’t think she knew about the cameras. I watched as her body very methodically moved through each pose. I hadn’t given her clothes back either so I could see everything. The growth in my pants became slightly uncomfortable so I closed the app and went into the bathroom and unlocked the door to the room.
I entered the room, seeing her on the floor now frozen, just staring at me. “Good morning” I said to her. She stayed silent, just staring at me. “Hmm, well okay.” I said to her, disappointed in her manners. “You’re being rude. And to think, I got you a gift.” She rolled her eyes at me, seemingly unimpressed. I walked towards her. She responded by crab-crawling backwards trying to keep distance between us. She could only go so far though, her head and back hitting the wall behind her. I reached her, now towering over her and trapping her between me and the wall. I crouched down, showing her the outfit.
Her eyes squinted angrily asking “what the fuck is that?” I gave her a warning look, making my disappointment clear “what did I tell you about using nasty language, young lady?” She moved her gaze away from mine. Her tongue instinctively ran along the split in her lip from the last time I had to teach her not to do so. “Okay, whatever” she muttered sheepishly, “I’m not wearing that.” I let out a small giggle, unable to help myself. “That’s cute, I’m not asking. I’m not sure what about this situation told you that you get the option.” She kept her head down, not moving or responding. “Let’s go, stand up and put it on.” She didn’t move for a few seconds, but then stood and crossed her arms.
I opened the packaging and took out the black and white costume, handing it to her. She begrudgingly grabbed it out of my hands, unzipping the back and stepping into the skirt part of the dress. Pulling down on it and fixing the top to fit better. The v-neck cut revealed much less cleavage than the woman on the packaging. “I think I should take it back and get my money, my model didn’t come with those breasts.” I said, laughing at her. She snapped back, “then I guess you should have picked a different model.”
I grabbed her face, getting sick of her attitude. She grimaced in pain of my grip. “How about you apologize for not having better tits?” She pulled away slightly, unable to get anywhere. I gripped harder, shaking her head “well?” She looked at me, then tried speaking through my hold on her “um sowy.” I let get go, pushing her back “say it again slut.” She repeated herself “I’m sorry.” I wasn’t satisfied with this though. I wanted to embarrass and degrade her. “Sorry for what?” She flashed me a dirty look, clearly not wanting to say it out loud. I waited. Her face begin to redden as she quietly said “I’m sorry for not having better tits.” She looked at the ground silently fuming.
“Turn around” I told her. She turned around. I moved the zipper up and closed the dress. I then grabbed her shoulders and returned her to face me. “Here, some stockings to match” I said excitedly. She grabbed them from my hands angrily and slid the first one on. It reached right above her knees, leaving some skin peeking through between the dress and the lace on the stocking. She repeated the motion with the other side, then stood straight up “there, you happy?” I smiled “yes, very.” My dream hadn’t done it justice, I felt like a kid on Christmas morning. Excited and ready to play with my new toy.
I left her standing there and walked to a cabinet, where I found a collar and a leash. Returning to her, I placed the collar around her neck and attached the leash. She just stood there, no reaction. I tugged on the leash, pulling her to the exit door and into the bathroom where I entered. She looked around, surprised to see a different bathroom than the one she had used I’m sure. I felt the leash tighten and a slight tug when I was continuing but she had stopped to look around. She stumbled into the entertainment room, seeing the huge tv, bar and lounging area. I sat on the couch, “come sit on the floor next to me.” She took too long for my liking so I tugged on the leash, her neck being pulled down towards the ground. I patted her head condescendingly.
I ignored her, putting on the tv. The screen flashing, as I turned to the football channel. Leaning back, I let go of the leash and told her to “walk to the bar and poor me a glass of whiskey.” She stood up, her ass cheeks peeking through below the skirt line. I reached out and spanked her, receiving a satisfying yelp and jump in response.
She continued to the bar, looking around and familiarizing herself with the area. She reached up and grabbed a whiskey glass, seeming to know the difference between that and other types. She looked around at the alcohol, noticing that there was more than one type of whiskey. “What kind of whiskey are you wanting?” I responded back “dealers choice.” She grabbed the bottle closest to her, pouring into the glass.
She seemed to have a heavy hand because when she came around the bar, the glass was almost full. Whiskey is like wine, you don’t pour an entire glass. She brought it over to me, handing it to me. “You filled it a little high” I told her. She looked at me, annoyed “makes it so you don’t have to get up as much” she responded. “I’m not getting up though, you are” I said. She didn’t respond. I spoke again. “One might think you’re trying to get me drunk so you can run away.” I was only joking but the surprised look of contempt ran along her face telling me that I wasn’t off the mark. I handed the drink back to her “drink it.”
Her eyes widened, the fear peering through. “I can’t drink all that. I need food. I haven’t had food since you took me. That would kill me.” She pleaded with me. I knew she would be drunk but I didn’t care. “I said, drink it.” She took a sip and gestured it back towards me “okay there you go” she said. “Ha! No no, finish it.” She put the glass back up to her lips, taking another sip. She went to stop again but I held the bottom of the glass in place and begin pouring it into her mouth. She tried swallowing it, the look on her face making it clear that she wasn’t used to it. I grinned, the glass emptying into her mouth finally as she coughed and held her stomach. I handed her the glass again “good, now go pour me a proper glass.”
She turned, still clearly hurting from the drink, and walked to the bar. She opened the same bottle and poured me a little bit, returning to me. After she handed me the glass, I had her get me some food. I could tell she wanted to eat it but didn’t. She brought me a plate, her walk already clumsy as an effect of the alcohol. She kneeled automatically on the floor next to me, looking up at me with her large hazel eyes. They were glassy as the alcohol hit her empty stomach quickly and abruptly. I reached my hand out to her face, asking “is someone a little drunk already?” She nodded her head, the weight of it landing in my palm. I removed my hand, grabbing a chip and dipped it into the guacamole.
She wobbled, staring at the plate. “Can I have some?” She asked. I looked at her “I don’t know, you’re not very good yet and food is for good girls.” Her face saddened, the disappointment evident. I continued to eat, until everything on my plate was gone and then handed it to her. “Take this to the trash.” She stumbled, trying to stand up. She walked in a scattered line towards the bar, gripping it to hold herself up as she turned the corner and threw the trash away. She turned back towards me, her vision clearly blurry as she contemplated how to get back over to me.
“It may be easier for you to crawl” I told her, amused by her very low tolerance for alcohol. She held onto the wall as she made her way to the floor and begin to crawl towards me. Her tits hung, peeking through the v-neck of the costume. Her ass moved left to right as she moved towards me. I stood up and took out my cock, sitting back down. She reached me, now noticing what I had done. She giggled, “you’re hard.” I smiled at her, seeing that the intoxication had lightened her mood. “I am.” I asked, “and what are you going to do about that?” She giggled again, finding amusement in my question.
She reached out grabbing it, rubbing it up and down “I’ll do this!” I grunted, my dick getting harder at her drunken state. “I think you should put it in your mouth.” Her eyes widened. I sat up, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her in. She fell forward, my cock right next to her face. I grabbed it and pressed it to her lips, pushing her head down onto me. Her warm mouth slid over my dick and down the shaft. I moaned out, holding her down on me and watching her as she struggled and flailed around. Finally releasing her, she came up and spit spilled out of her mouth and onto the costume. She looked down, “uh oh” she said, looking at me. I reached forward, grabbing her tits and moving them out of the costume. Her pointy nipples hardening in the air.
On her own, she leaned forward and begin to really suck my cock. The game was now on and I tried to focus on that to avoid cumming. Her warm mouth went up and down me, in a rotating motion like when you use a pepper grinder. She came up for air, seeing me watching tv. I looked at her, wondering why she stopped. “I didn’t say stop” I told her. She slurred “you’re not eben paying atteshin.” I slapped her face, the drunk stare remaining as she easily absorbed the slap. “I will tell you when to stop, understand?” She nodded her head and begin licking from the bottom of my dick, all the way up. I tried not to watch the game again but she seemed to be purposefully staring at me as she did so.
I moved my gaze down to hers as she maintained eye contact with my cock in her mouth. I then begin to use her mouth like the fleshlight it is. Holding each side of her head with my hands, I begin to bob her head up and down. I moved my hips in motion with her, hitting the back of her throat and pushing passed it. She held the couch, gripping it to avoid falling over. I could tell she was trying to push away but she was too much of a rag doll to avoid my control of her head. I pushed her all the way onto me and came in the back of her throat. She coughed before I removed my cock. I knew she was about to spit my cum out so I grabbed her hair and yanked her onto her back, covering her mouth and nose.
She continued to cough into my hand but I held it there, “swallow it.” She looked at me her eyes begging for me to stop. She begin to struggle, unable to breathe. “All you have to do is swallow” I told her. She scrunched her eyes shut and gulped, swallowing my cum. I pushed her away from me, releasing her face and watching her land on the floor. She begin to catch her breath. “Come here” I told her. She complied to my order, crawling closer to me.
I pulled her onto my lap, bending her over my knees. Her ass was completely revealed, standing in the air. I slapped it and she yelled out in pain. I slid my hand down to her pussy, feeling how wet she was. “You’re drunk and wet, what a whore you are” I told her. “No I’m not” she said sloppily, still drunk. I slapped her ass again “no, I think you are. I think you’re a dirty fucking whore.” I slapped her again. I knew the pain wasn’t being received in the same way it would be sober. “You know what I think?” I asked her. She didn’t form a full word, only letting out a “hm?” I responded back “I think that every time my team takes a hit of some sort, I’m going to take it out on this ass of yours.” She squirmed, even in her drunken state knowing this won’t be fun. “I don’t fwel good, pleassse ssstop” she slurred again. I slapped her on the ass again, “no, I don’t think I will stop.”
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