Role Playing Sessions

Gary's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets the first day Tracy came in to work. He'd been grumbling about a lack of eye candy around the office for some time. He made it a point to swing by the reception desk as often as possible to check her out until he finally got up the nerve to talk to her.

"Well, aren't you just the cutest? Welcome to the company. I'm Gary. I work in accounting. So if you need any beans counted... Ha ha. That's an accounting joke since everybody calls us the bean counters. Anyway. You have a pretty smile. Okay. Calc-you-later. Ha ha. That's another accounting joke. Okay. Bye."

Every day he was taken aback by what the cute little college girl was wearing. 5'7" tall with a nice tan, blue eyes and blonde hair, she was the finest thing he'd seen in the office since they'd hired a group of interns back in 1992.

"Why hello there," he said as he walked up to her reception desk the next week. "Say, do your parents know you go out dressed like that? There oughta be a law against it, you're trying to give old men like me a heart attack, aren't ya? Don't worry though, I won't tell. If you ever get bored up here, I'm always free to hang out with. Cubicle C3, it's got my name posted up, you can't miss it. Swing on by any time."

Tracy brushed it off at first, thinking if she basically ignored him that he would go away, but Gary was nothing if not persistent.

"Cute shoes. Where did you get those? Can I take a picture of them? I... uh... would like to buy my wife a pair like that. Great. Thanks. Oh, yeah, it came out perfect."

Persistent and cliche.

"Your legs must be tired, sweetie... because you've been running around in my head all day. You should wear skirts like that all the time, they really make your legs stand out. They're gorgeous, by the way -- your legs."

Tracy knew any of her classmates would've filed a sexual harassment complaint against the pervish old creep, but her parents would've been furious if they'd found out. They raised her to be tough, and persistent, and not to go crying when things got tough. So, each day she tolerated his sexist comments.

"Mmmm, mmmm," she heard him say as she dropped off a stack of letters in his box. "I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you walk away."

The next morning, he stopped by her receptionist station. "Good morning. I noticed it was a bit chilly out this morning, and I know you hate to cover those legs up...not to mention those arms and what's in between them... Anyway, I got you a coffee from the machine. I heard you ordering yesterday, so I got it just the way you like it."

Gary, even though he had been married for almost as long as he'd been working there, never failed to come by each day to check in with her. It was alright as long as he was just asking about her weekend, "Bet a gorgeous girl like you gets plenty of action, huh?" But when it started to get physical, it really creeped her out.

One day, while she was collating papers for her boss in the conference room, he noticed her rubbing her neck. So he stopped in to offer her a backrub. When she said that wasn't necessary, he replied with, "Nonsense. I insist. You work hard for this company."

Despite the fact that he had some skill at it, she was creeped out that he would just touch her like that. Then came the lewd comments of "God, the view from here is incredible," when she realized that he was looking right down her blouse.

"Gary, that's enough," she said, and she shrugged him off. Then he pulled her spaghetti straps down off her shoulders to "really get in there with the muscles" and she started worrying that he was going to push it farther. But after working her shoulder blades a bit, he patted her on the back and said, "See? Doesn't that feel better? I do this all the time for my wife. Anytime you need a back rub, just stop by my cubicle."

Despite the fact that it had just been a shoulder rub, it left her feeling violated. But once contact had been made, there was no going back.

She knew his wife must've been happy not getting touched at all, because Gary seemed to spend each day feeling her. What started with her shoulders soon seemed to be a challenge to him to see how far he could push the bounds.

As she sat at her desk one day, filing papers in the cabinet, he leaned onto the desk and patted her on the thigh, causing her to jump from the touch.

"Eaaaasy," he said with a laugh. "Why are you so skittish? It's just me, Hon. You've gotta relax. You're too young to be this uptight." As he said that, he reached down to rub her thigh, sliding his hand further up to the hem of her dress.

"Gary!" she hissed, pushing his hand off and pulling her dress lower.

"What? It's not like I haven't ever touched a woman before. I'm over twice your age, you know. I've had plenty of experience. But I've got to say, I couldn't help but notice you had some tan lines when I was giving you that shoulder massage the other day. I know girls your age hate those things, so I was thinking, why don't you come over to my place? My wife's visiting her friends so it would just be me and you. My backyard is totally fenced in and you'd have absolute privacy. I mean, I'd be there of course, but you don't have to worry about me; like I said, i've seen plenty of women."

When she challenged him about being married, even that didn't shut him down.

"What would your wife think about you having a young girl sunbathing in your backyard?"

"She'll never find out," he replied.

"She will if I tell her," Tracy threatened. But the threat didn't even seem to register with him.

"Oh, wanting to get into a threesome are we? Well, if you insist."

"I'm not coming to your house, Gary," she told him, trying to be as blunt as possible.

"Okay, okay," he laughed. "I just figured with skin as nice as yours that you'd want it to look as good as possible. Besides, I have a pool too. That's right, being an accountant really pays off. Get it?"

He walked away without pushing the issue further at that moment, but he became more and more frisky each day. Her morning would start with him bringing her coffee. Then sometime before lunch he would comment on her clothes or lack thereof. At lunch, he would offer to buy her something to eat which she always refused. In the afternoon, he would make some attempt to touch her body -- pressing against her walking through the hall, holding her waist when she had to use the stepladder to put up office supplies, dropping ice cubes down her back.

When he slapped her on the ass one day, telling her that "those pants were doing her all kinds of favors," she'd decided that she'd had enough. She went to her boss, the executive director, to complain. She figured with her boss being a woman, that she would immediately come to her defense.

"Who Gary? Oh, that's just Gary being Gary," the older woman replied with a wave of her hand. "It's just his way of complimenting you. It proves that you're fulfilling at least part of what I hired you for which is to turn guys -(TM) heads. Just relax. Let him take you to lunch or something. I promise he's all bark and no bite."

Tracy felt betrayed as she left her boss's office. She felt violated and helpless. Since it was already 5 o'clock, she vowed the very next day to confront Gary. But her morning coffee never came. And nobody stopped by to talk about how good she looked in her barely-appropriate clothes. She checked her desk phone and saw that his light was on, so she knew that he was there. She decided to march down to his cubicle and get it over with.

As she reached his cubicle, she felt let down. She'd been rehearsing her response all night in her head. The fact that he'd failed to perform his usual routine meant that she hadn't been able to light in to him as she'd wanted. In fact, she almost felt robbed. It didn't matter, though. She was going to put an end to his misogynistic harassment once and for all.

As she reached his cubicle, she found him in a state of dishevelment. His out-of-style collared shirt was barely tucked in, and she realized he was wearing the same clothes as the day before. Rather than working at his computer, he was staring at a picture of his wife in his lap.

"Gary," she said curtly, not wanting to be denied her opportunity to stand up for herself.

When he failed to look up, she reached and over and pushed him on the shoulder. "Gary!" she said more harshly.

When he finally looked up at her, she was at a loss. He hadn't been crying, but the devastated look on his face was unlike anything she'd ever seen. Since the first day she'd worked there, he'd always had a smile, or a hungry lear, but he -(TM)d never looked unhappy. Seeing him so disheveled and disheartened gave her pause for the first time that morning. Her anger faded and she stepped closer.

"What's wrong?"

He sighed as he looked back down at the picture of the woman in her mid-40's. She wasn't particularly attractive, but she was at least two ranks higher than Gary himself.

"She left me," he said in a deadpan tone. "I got home last night and everything that she'd liked was gone. She just left a note, saying she'd met someone new. Someone 'hotter.' What does that even mean? I didn't think she married me for my looks. I've been good to her. I loved her."

Tracy couldn't believe it. She found herself actually feeling...bad. Bad that she'd gone there to ambush him when he was so broken hearted. And she couldn't believe that he was brokenhearted. She'd always assumed that he'd been nothing more than a callous, sexist pig, but she'd been wrong. The more she thought about it, the more she realized it was just his personality, she suspected. As creepy as it might've been, she hated to see him so broken.

"I'm...I'm sorry," she said as she put a hand on his shoulder. "Is there anything I can do?"

She'd actually touched him for the first time, but he only sighed and turned back to his desk.

"Thanks, Tracy, but I'll be fine. I'm just going to try to get some work done. It keeps my mind off of it."

"Oh....well, ok," she said softly as she stepped back and walked back to her station.

For the rest of the day, she found herself feeling worse and worse. And to her utter amazement, she found herself missing the doting and obsessive interaction.

As he returned from lunch, he didn't even look at her as he walked by, and as crazy as it seemed, she knew it was up to her to do something. Sure, he might've come across as a creep and a stalker, but he had always had a kind heart, and she couldn't stand to see him hurting like that. She needed to do something to help him out of his slump.

As soon as she thought of it, she knew what she had to do, but the thought sent a shiver down her spine. Still though, at 3:45 she stood up, took a deep breath and walked down to his cubicle.

"Hi Gary," she said with a knock on his wall.

"Oh, hey, Tracy," he said with the same deadpan tone as he looked back at his computer.

"Um, so I was thinking...I've got to go to Mexico with some friends for spring break in like a month, and my tan lines really have gotten terrible. I wear like these modest bikinis because there are kids at my apartment's pool and my body has gotten so pale. Do you...do you think I could swing by today to take up your offer to tan by your pool? I mean it's Friday, and the sun doesn't set until so late now anyway."

Rather than leaping at the opportunity, he sighed. "Um, maybe not now, Tracy. It's just not really a good time."

She was stunned. She'd thought for sure that would bring him out of the slump. But she, herself, was nothing if not persistent.

"Pleaseee," she said as she stepped closer, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I really need to get started on evening it out. Look at how bad it is," she said as she glanced at the cubicle entrance to make sure the coast was clear, then turned her back to him.

As she lifted her dress up in the back and over her thong-clad ass, she fully revealed the contrast of her darkened outer cheeks with the milky white portions that had been covered by her bikini.

Gary's heart skipped a beat when he turned to look at her. She was standing there with her dress pulled up over her ass, nothing but the gusset of her g-string stood between him and her pussy.

"You can even feel the difference in the skin where it's tanned and where it's not," she said, looking over her shoulder at him. She reached down at took one of his hands and put it right on her ass. "See?"

"Uhm," was all Gary could say as he held his hand stock still where she had placed it.

"You can't feel it like that, Gary. Rub it. Rub my ass. You'll feel how different it is."

She moved his hand over her body, and watched him gulp.

"I really need to get it looking better before my trip. I know you'll help me, won't you? You've always been such a nice guy."

She let go of his hand, and he kept rubbing her, almost mindlessly.

"Tracy, I..." was all he could say.

Instead of waiting for him to find his words, she decided to just assume the answer.

"Perfect," she said, pulling her skirt back down. She bent over, giving him a good look down her blouse if he wanted it, and she kissed him on the cheek. "I'll come by at 5 to make sure you don't forget me."

She tapped his nose with her finger and spun out of his cubicle, letting her skirt billow out as she did. Gary sat there dumbfounded for a moment, staring after her.

"What?" was all he could muster.

Tracy went back to her desk and all of the sudden thought to herself, "What the fuck am I doing?"

But when she remembered the look on his face, she felt assured in her plan.

"I'll just let him ogle my body. He can jack off to me if he want's. It's not like that ever hurt anybody. I'm sure he's been jerking off to me this whole time anyway," she thought.

But there was a part of her that knew that it was going to be more than that. Something about the way he had said, "I've been good to her. I loved he," broke Tracy -(TM)s heart heart. She knew that she wanted to give him something more. So, she concocted a plan.

At 5pm she went by his cubicle. He was packing his Jansport backpack with his lunchbox and water bottle. He looked like an overgrown elementary school student.

"I'm ready when you are, big guy," she said.

Gary paused in stuffing his backpack in order to stare at his wife's picture for a minute. Tracy felt like she was competing with a ghost. She reached over and set his photo face down on the desk, breaking his stare.

"There's a hot twenty-one-year-old who wants you to take her to your house so she can get naked in your backyard just like you've always wanted," she said with a smile. "So stop dallying and take me home, Mister."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his chair, leading him down the hall. She ignored the stares of people watching her lead him out of the building. When she got to the parking lot she turned to him.

"Shit," she said, letting go of his hand to run her fingers through her hair. "I forgot I let my girlfriend Tammy borrow my car today."

"Oh," Gary responded, dazed but at least focused on her.

"So, I'll just have to ride with you," she said. "I'll text Tammy your address so she can pick me up later."

"Okay," Gary said, and he walked to his car.

When he unlocked the passenger door for her and held it open, Tracy felt like that was a good sign. His misogyny was kicking in, offering to open the door for the poor, defenseless woman. But instead of feeling insulted like she usually would, she actually thought it was a sweet gesture.

"Thank you, sir," she said, happily. "You're always so kind."

When Gary came around to his door, she leaned over and unlocked it herself, making sure to give him a good view of her cleavage. When she saw him pause and stare, she felt like things were getting back to normal for him.

"Do you really think I'm kind?" he asked as they pulled out of the parking lot. "I always figured you were kind of creeped out by me or something." He laughed nervously.

Instead of answering immediately, she took his hand off the gear shift and put it on her thigh.

"You've always been nothing but nice to me, Gary. I'm sorry if I wasn't always receptive to that. I think you're a really nice guy."

He smiled weakly.

"Well, unfortunately, nice guys always finish last," he said dejectedly.

"You can finish first with me," she said. moving his hand up her skirt for him. She reached over and touched his thigh as well.

Gary seemed to drive more quickly after that, and it made Tracy smile.

She let him open the door for her when they got to his house. He led her inside.

"Uhm you can change in there if you want," he said, gesturing to the hall bathroom. "There's a towel you can use to cover up with until you get out back. I'll go make us some sandwiches."

"No," she said, pushing him off balance until he fell down with his butt in his recliner. "I'm going to undress right here, and then I'm going to make you a sandwich."

She couldn't believe how much her mind had shifted since that morning, but as she looked at him, she no longer saw the chauvinist pig, but instead an old man who was just out of his usual time.

Further, his ill-fitting clothes and weight made him seem more like a giant man-baby than a mature, sophisticated adult. It gave her a thrill to feel like he was both simple and innocent deep down, but also twice her age.

"So," she said nonchalantly as she slid the straps off of her shoulder. "What kind of sandwich would you like?"

Gary was speechless as the sexy 21 year old, who hadn't given him the time of day for the last year, pushed her dress down, revealing her small yet perky breasts topped with hard, dark nipples.

He stammered as his mind raced. "Uh, um, I like bologna a lot."

"Bologna, huh?" she remarked as she stood there in just her thong. "Well, I think I can fix one of those up. Let me just finish stripping for you really quick."

She gripped the thong and slid it down and off too, standing up to reveal a smooth, hairless pussy that looked so neat and tidy compared to the messy one his wife had.

"Go ahead and start jerking off," Tracy said as she went to the kitchen and began to make his sandwich. "I need a protein snack as well. I'm meeting my friends at the gym tonight, and I heard that cum is really healthy for working out."

Gary was dumbfounded, speechless, but his throbbing cock ached in his tight underwear, and without further prompting he unzipped his khaki pants and pulled out his 5 1/2" member. It was throbbing and red, with the bulbous head already leaking pre-cum.

When she returned with a plate and a glass of soda, he'd finally regained his voice. He spread his legs wider, presenting himself to her, hoping for approval.

"It, it's ready. I think you'll have a big snack. My wife says it tastes gross, though, so I don't know if you'll really want to swallow it."

Tracy stared at the cock which looked so different than the ones she'd seen before. There were splotches all over it, mixed with a messy patch of grey hair, but her heart raced all the same.

"Nonsense. I made a snack for you, and you made a snack for me. I'd be a bad guest if I didn't eat it all, right?"

"Th-that's right," Gary said with a smile as his confidence began to grow. "I worked hard to make sure there's plenty for you. Don't want you getting fatigued during your workout. You know, a girl's got to have energy to keep a body like yours."

"Awww, thanks, Gary!" she said as she got down on her knees between his legs. Without ceremony or hesitation, she lowered her mouth onto his cock and began to suck.

Gary moaned as his head rolled back. Her wet slurping noises filled the small room as he began to eat his sandwich. It was nothing like he'd ever experienced before, and the fond memories of his wife were quickly slipping away. She'd never made him a sandwich then sucked his cock.

On her knees, Tracy's heart swelled. She loved the feeling that coursed through her. She felt it when she helped the homeless and the underprivileged. That day, though, it was mixed with a twinge of a thrill. She was being charitable and terrible at the same time, and she loved it.

She was going to make this the best day of Gary's life, even if it was gross. His pre-cum was spreading a metallic, pungent taste in her mouth, and his lack of showering over the last two days was emitting a foul sweaty smell as she blew him.

But instead of being repulsed, she found herself being turned on by it all: by his age, his hygiene, his weight. She ran her hands up his thigh. She found the edge of his shirt and untucked it. Never letting his cock slip from her mouth, she pushed his shirt up over his hairy, fat belly, and she began to caress it.

"Mmmmm, Tracy," he said, through a mouthful of sandwich, "you're really good at this. I always knew your mouth was made for more than answering the phone."

There it was, that juvenile, misogynist wit that he was so proud of. Yesterday it would have enraged her, but now... she actually liked how degrading it felt as she licked and sucked the sweat from his shaft. She realized his dumb joke had made her wet.

"Of course my mouth was made for sucking cock, I'm a woman," she said, stroking him with a smile.

"You're only 21, sweetheart," he replied. "You're not a woman yet. You're just a girl. But the way you suck cock, you are definitely a good girl."

He put his hand on her head and pushed her back down to his dick as he took another bite of his sandwich.

It was almost like he was petting her on the head and treating her like a dog, calling her "good girl". She should feel enraged, a voice at the back of her head nagged. She should slap him and storm out. She should...take him all the way into her mouth until he's pushing into her throat and she can lick his balls by pushing her tongue past his shaft.

Tracy felt every ounce of feminism leaving her body. His hip bucked up, shoving his dick deeper into her, cutting off her air. She realized that the only thing she cared about was making him feel good.

When he felt the back of her throat, he set his plate down and put both hands on her head.

"That's it, Sugar Tits. You're deepthroating me. I've been waiting my whole life to feel this. Oh my god, it's wonderful. You're throat is so tight."

He held her down, fucking her face. She could feel the urge, the desire in his body, the way he took from her what he wanted.

It's like I'm his bitch, she thought, and the thought made her so incredibly wet.

"I'm going to cum in you, Tracy," he grunted. "I'm so close. It feel so incredible."

She couldn't breathe, and she found that the lack of oxygen heightened the tingling in her body. She put her fingers inside of herself as she let Gary completely control her. It felt so incredible to be used by him, to know that she was sacrificing her very breath to give him something he'd never had before.

"I'm going to cum in you, bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to cum in your pretty little cocksucking mouth, you...beautiful...little...WHORE!!"

His jizz went straight into her throat, gagging her, she was afraid for a second that she was going to die, but her hands never left her pussy. She never tried to push him away. Choking on his cum made her feel complete, whole, good.

He took his hands off her head as his cock went from spurting to drizzling in her mouth.

"Good girl, Tracy. You're a very good girl," he panted.

She took her mouth off of his cock, gasping for air and swallowing the remnants of the pungent cum in her mouth. She'd just debased herself for a fat, juvenile old man, and it felt incredible!

"Mmmm, thank you, Gary!" she said as she licked some cum that was running down her chin. "That was such a good snack."

"Well with a mouth like that, I might just have to feed you some at work some time."

"Mmm, that would be great," she said with a grin as she leaned down to kiss his soft cock.

As he finished the sandwich, he reached down and messed her hair with his hand like he would a kid.

"Why don't you go on out and get started on your tan, Sweetie. I've got to run to the bathroom and drop the kids off at the pool, but I'll be out in a jiff."

The foul humor didn't even make her cringe, and she found herself feeling proud at how far she'd come. I was such a bitch! she thought to herself as she gave him a kiss then went out into the backyard to lay by the pool."

When Gary walked out a few minutes later, he was naked from head to toe, with his heavy belly hanging over his crotch, and hair covering most of his pale, flabby frame.

The sight sent a shiver of twisted pleasure through Tracy who found the unattractive man hotter than any guy she went to school with for some strange reason. The sight of her naked, tanning body soon had an effect, and as she watched, his small 1 1/2" flaccid nub grew to its full 5 1/2" length.

As she leaned up on her elbows, she smiled and spread her legs. There was no need for a pretense. They both knew what she was.

Gary didn't hesitate, he put her legs up over the arms of the deck lounger and got between them.

"I've waited so long to put my cock inside your cunt, you little bitch. I always knew you were a slut just playing hard to get," he said as he rubbed his erection up and down her slit. "You're soaking wet, Sugar. Did you cum while you were sucking me off?"

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I told you. Nice guys finish first with me. But I bet your hard cock is just what I need to get me there."

Gary pushed himself straight into her canal, spreading her open in one swift thrust.

"Oh god," she murmured, looking into his eyes. "It feels so good inside of me. Fuck me, Gary. Do it hard. I was such a bitch to you before. I didn't realize that you were a real man. I promise I'll be a good girl from now on. Just please, fuck me."

"You'll be my good girl, Tracy," he said, pulling back and hammering into her.

"YES!" she cried.

"I don't think your dad raised you right, otherwise you wouldn't have been such a cold bitch when I was just trying to compliment you and treat you nice."

"You should punish me," she whimpered as he fucked in and out of her pussy. "You're my Daddy now. Teach me how to be a good girl, Daddy."

His hand caught her across the face, and she screamed with delight at the pain.

"I was such a bitch," she cried. "Beat it out of me, Daddy."

Gary had never hit a woman before in his life. His own wife would have returned the slap if he'd tried it on her. But somehow, he knew that it was exactly what Tracy wanted -- exactly what she needed.

"You were a bitch, but now you're my bitch," he said, slapping her again.

"Yes!" she shrieked.

"You were a cunt, but now you're my cunt!"

Slap.

"My cunt belongs to you, Daddy!"

The pain drifted down into Tracy's belly with each slap. She embraced it. She wanted it.

"My pussy is yours. My body is yours. Cum in me, Daddy."

As soon as she said it, she remembered that she'd been off birth control for a couple of months now. Her period was a couple of weeks ago which would mean...Yes, she wanted this. She wanted this man to put a baby inside of her. It would serve her right for how she'd acted -- thinking she could have a job, dress like a slut, and still call herself a feminist. No, she was made for this: for fucking, for being fucked.

"Please, Daddy! I need your cum inside of me!"

She felt his pace quicken. His hips moving wildly, his cock thrusting in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around him, arching her back. She pulled at her nipples. She wanted this. She needed this.

"Tracy," he gasped.

Yes, he's almost there! she thought.

"TRACY! OH FUCK, TRACY! I...ungh...LOVE...you..TRAAAAAACCYYYYYY!!"

She felt his hot cum filling her. Even though he'd already cum down her throat, he shot a huge load into her. She felt it splashing off the walls of her womb.

He loves me, she thought, and then she came.

"DADDY DADDY DADDY!!!!" she whimpered as her orgasm built.

He loves me, it echoed in her head. She never felt more special in her life.

"Tracy, I...I...sorry about that...I don't know what came over me. I...shouldn't have said that I ..."

She cut him off with a kiss, pressing her mouth to his, expecting to taste baloney, but instead she tasted Scope.

He cares about me, she thought. He really is a nice man who...who treats me like a bitch and makes me love it.

"Are you on birth control?" he asked as his cock continued to spurt into her.

She shook her head.

"No. And I think I'm ovulating today."

"Oh, fuck," he muttered. He tried to pull away, but she kept her legs around him.

"Gary. Daddy, please." she said, reaching up to touch his face. "I want this. I want to be your bitch, your slut. I meant what I said. I'm your cunt now. And that means that my whole body belongs to you...to use, to love, to breed."

"Oh, Tracy," he gasped.

"I love you, Gary," she said, and she pulled him down to kiss him deeply.

When her friends picked her up that evening, they teased her when they saw her kissing an overweight old man, but she didn't care. She was his, and it didn't matter what anyone thought.

At work Monday, she smiled when she saw Gary enter the office. She gave him a grin as she spread her legs and lifted her dress, revealing no panties and a wet cunt. When he came to flirt with her, she smiled and flirted back.

Every time she delivered mail to him, he fingered her until she came, biting down to avoid moaning out and giving herself away.They spent lunch in the backseat of his car, making out and fucking, as soon became their daily routine.

He saved up and bought her an engagement ring. Once his divorce was finalized, he got down on one knee and held it out to her.

"You're so sweet, Daddy," she said. "Of course I'll marry you. But I don't want a ring. I want a collar. I want to be reminded day in and day out that I belong to you."

He got up off his knees and put the ring in his pocket.

"I thought you might say that," he said, pulling a thin, pink dog collar out of his back pocket. "But I'm just so old fashioned, I had to try the other way first."

She giggled, delighted at the idea of committing herself to him fully. When he pushed her down to her knees, she was already wet.

"I own you," was all he said as he put it around her neck. "Now and forever more."

"Now and forever more," she returned, beaming to belong to this sweet and sadistic man.