Stories and chapters tagged: consensual

Lexi's feet moved with a mind of their own. Not too fast, not too slow, she walked with a confidence totally at odds with her internal state.

Violet curled her legs up onto the big armchair and sipped from the big mug she held in both hands. She had a window seat in one of the chain coffee shops overlooking the city's busiest tourist square. Hundreds of people, mostly visitors, milled around in the summer heat below her: taking pictures, buying street food and planning the rest of their day.

"Sit, pet."

Sitting down on the bench, Mark looked down from the crowded city square to his phone. The main screen of Override was simple. The avatar his mistress always used was displayed at the top in a big circle, with time controls underneath. There were more settings hidden behind a little cog icon, but they weren't available on his subscription.

My heart pounded. I stood behind Luna as they bought us our tickets and snacks, taking what felt like forever to browse the options. I kept telling myself what I must look like to everybody else: just a girl in a dress, hands in pockets, wearing her mask. The problem was that it was so hard to reconcile with how my body felt: arms and shoulders aching from my elbows being bound tightly to my back, mouth stuffed to bursting with a gag, and my cock strapped up and yanked back between my legs.

Luna had got the idea from something they'd seen online. It was kind of insane, if they'd asked me, but they hadn't. In fact, before they even told me the idea they'd stripped me off and gagged me.

Where the hell were they? They'd led me somewhere, I thought the living room, tied my legs and wrists and then... nothing. I hadn't got a clue how long it had been. I knew I'd cum three times now and my dick was on fire with the overstimulation.

Shit, she was beautiful. There was something almost laughable to me in seeing Cass's head all wrapped up in black plastic tape, a massive black dick hanging out from where her mouth normally was. Objectively, it looked silly. But seeing what it was doing to her made me melt. Her soft body was visibly shaking with the effect of having her senses taken away. That usually strong person, much bigger than myself, reduced to an aroused, edgy mess with a few earphones and some leather straps.

I looked up at Luna, spoon halfway to my mouth. They'd glanced up too: the morning post had thudded onto the hallway floor. They wiggled their eyebrows playfully as I finished my mouthful of cereal and hopped up from the kitchen table to get the package. I began to tear the top off the fat padded envelope as I walked back in and sat down, Luna's piercing eyes watching with more excitement than their relaxed pose let on.

I lay in bed, feeling the tiny movements through the mattress and covers that told me Luna was still next to me, breathing gently in their sleep. They'd used me and then dumped me into the bed next to them for some rest. I was so fucking turned on and they knew it. There was no chance I was going to sleep.

Luna had that big grin on their face as they wiggled my pyjama shorts up my legs, daintily tying off the bow and running their hands round to my hold my bum. They moved in close.