Well, here's the last part of this story. Enjoy!
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My reentry into the waking world is slow. My eyes open and I watch the dust motes swirling in the filtered sun coming through the darkened windows. I hear a soft, low thrumming sound besides me and I can't figure out why a motor would be running in here. I look up at my arms and they are still attached to the bed with chains only a few inches long. I lift my head and try to find whatever is making that noise. Off to my side, where Dustin slept last night, is a sleek grey ball of fur. The head moves slightly and a single large green eye sleepily opens and focuses on me for a second before closing and drifting off to sleep again. The cat never stops purring. Great, Dustin is a shape-shifter. That wouldn't surprise me.
I need to pee.
I look around for Dustin, or even Harper, but no one is around. I try to pull at the chains again, but that just adds pressure on my bladder. The cuffs look like they are just secured with a belt buckle. I scoot up closer to the headboard, ignoring the throbbing coming from my back and everywhere else. Using my teeth, I pry the leather strap out of the buckle. It sounds easy, but it actually took several minutes. When I get it out I take it in my teeth and pull, trying to dislodge the prong from the small hole in the belt. A strong final tug and the prong pops out. Success! It's at that moment that I glance around and see Dustin standing just outside the bathroom door. I check to see if the cat is still there. It is, so my shape-shifter theory is crap. I really need to stop reading science fiction stories.
Dustin just stands there, wrapped in a towel, staring at me. "Can you give me a hand? I need to use the bathroom." I start working on my other wrist, which is much easier with the use of my free hand. By the time Dustin gets to the bed, both my wrists are free and he helps me sit up in the bed. I get a better look at the tattoo on his arm. It's a phoenix from his elbow to his shoulder. He hasn't spoken to me yet, but he does help me to the bathroom and then leaves. I don't know if this is his natural personality, or if something happened, but he seems very cold toward me today.
When I get up to wash my hands is the first time I notice the rather large black cloth covering the mirror. I look at it for a minute before I realize that it's there so I can't see myself. Dustin has returned and is standing in the doorway. He's dressed casually in khakis and a t-shirt. He doesn't look happy. I point at the cloth over the mirror. "Is that for me? So I can't see what you did to my back. How bad is it? What do I look like?"
Dustin walks up to me, grabs a handful of my hair, and forces me to bend over the counter. He presses down and holds me there, the faucet from the sink digging into my shoulder. His voice is dark and commanding when he finally speaks to me. "You look like a well used submissive. My marks are shining against your pale white skin. My cum is drying on you cheek and lips." This last line is said as a very dangerous growl. "And my restraints were on your wrists when I left you."
I can feel my body trembling. Through everything last night, Dustin was never angry at me. But now I can tell he's livid. He shakes me a little to emphasize his point. "You NEVER release bonds you've been placed in. Never!"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"You will be. You were prefect last night. Why? Why did you think you could just remove your cuffs?" He's still holding me down, waiting for an answer.
It never even occurred to me that I couldn't take them off. "I just...I had to pee. I looked, but didn't see you or Harper. I didn't know it was bad. I just had to pee." Even to my ears that sounded lame.
"I was going to go easy on you today. But it seems like I have to re-establish who is in charge here. Make sure you know who owns you. Make sure you know that pleasing me is your only concern."
Dustin releases me, but I don't move an inch. He steps out of the bathroom and returns quickly with a small case and puts it on the counter next to me. He opens it and I see four silver bulbs, each one has a stem and a base. Each of the four bulbs gets progressively bigger. Fuck. Those are anal plugs. Hell no.
I try to stand, but Dustin is quicker. He leans his body on top of mine and grabs the smallest of the butt plugs. "Stop. Stay put."
"Please. I said I was sorry."
"Too little, too late, girl. Stay put." He lifts off me and takes the smallest plug out of the case. I watch; part fascinated part fearful, as he spreads lube over the bulb. Without any other warning, he places the plug against my star and starts pressing it into me. He doesn't shove it in me, but the pressure constantly increases. He doesn't say a word, and I automatically clench my ass trying to keep it out. Eventually the pressure gets too much and the silver plugs slips past my sphincter and lodges itself in my ass. With a grunt I try to push it out, but it's stuck. Dustin twists it a few times, just to watch my reaction.
Dustin pulls me by the hair till I'm standing and leads me back to the bed. He pushes me down and climbs on top of me, sitting on my chest. There is an uncomfortable pressure in my ass. From the nightstand he grabs a new set of cuffs and attaches them to my wrists. He takes one wrist and lifts it above my head and padlocks it to the chain. He does them same with the other wrist. He sits back and watches me inspect the new accruements.
I look back at him. "I'm really sorry, Dustin. Please don't do this."
"Shhh, girl. This is going to happen, just accept it. It's Saturday, and I'm going to go play some golf. Harper will take care of you until I get back. You are in enough trouble already, so be nice and do everything Harper tells you to." He places his hands on either side of my face and looks into my eyes. "When I get back, you are going to beg me to fuck your ass. Do you understand?"
Trembling, I look for some hint of softness in his face, there is none. He's completely serious. "Yes, Dustin, I understand."
He looks at me for a while longer, then without a word, gets up and leaves. He didn't even pull the covers over me.
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I lay there for maybe 45 minutes before Harper comes into the room. He walks toward the bed, not saying a word. He stops along side and looks me over from head to foot. "I hear you were a very bad girl. And you were doing so well yesterday. You know you can't release your bonds. Why would you do something like that?"
"I just had to use the bathroom. No one was around. I looked. Please I didn't mean it. Please don't let him fuck my ass. Please."
Harper runs his hands over my chest. "That's not my call. I just have to prep you for Dustin." He reaches up and with a small key unlocks my wrist cuffs. He helps me stand and walks me around the large apartment before sitting me down at the kitchen table. The plug in my ass is still noticeable, but it's not so very uncomfortable anymore. That being said, I still didn't want to walk with it inside me, but Harper said walking would keep me from cramping up.
Harper is actually conversational again today as he fixes me breakfast. He doesn't seem mad at me, not like Dustin is anyway. He asks me a bunch of questions, mostly about sex, but some were about what I know of submission. When I'm done eating he gets me back on the bed and locks my wrists to the headboard again. He heads into the bathroom and comes out with the small case and some chains.
"Please. Please don't do this. I can explain it to Dustin." Harper taps two fingers against my nose and tells me to shush. He takes one of the chains and clips it to my ankle cuff then pulls my leg up toward my head and clips the chain to the headboard. He repeats the procedure with the other leg.
I'm laying on my back, bent in half, with my feet chained up near my head, but out to the side. My ass is lifted up off the bed. I hear the case opening and then silence for a minute. I can only assume he is putting lube on the second anal plug. How the hell did I get myself into this mess? I was curious, that's how. Curiosity killed the cat. Where is that grey cat, anyway? All thoughts of cats disappear as Harper starts pulling the first plug out of my ass. It's just as bad coming out as going in, but eventually it pops out. Harper quickly places the second plug against my ass and presses it inside me. Like the first one, it's not shoved in, but a constantly building pressure until it slips in with another grunt from me.
Harper is sitting on the bed; he has a perfect view of my exposed ass and pussy. His hand slaps the base of the plug a few times; jiggling it inside of me. Then he slips his fingers through the folds of my sex. "Nice and slick, girl. I can feel the heat pouring from you." He strokes my slit a few more times before kneeling up behind me. I watch him from between my wide spread legs. He sucks his fingers clean before opening his pants and taking out his cock. I watch as he strokes his cock a few times before laying it between my legs. He doesn't enter my pussy, but slides inside the folds of my sex and starts rocking back and forth.
"What are you, girl?" He's still sliding himself along my slit as he asks the questions.
"I'm a fuck toy. I'm yours to use." The words come out automatically now.
"Who do you belong to?" He pinches my clit with one hand and pressing his cock harder into me. I grunt and my hips lift toward him.
"I belong to you. I'm yours to use." SLAP! He hits my tits hard. Leaning forward between my legs all motion stops. Now he looks pissed. What the hell is going on today? "You don't belong to me, girl. Never say that again. Now, who do you belong to?" This isn't a question answer thing, it's a teaching thing.
"I belong to Dustin." My voice sounds empty and life-less. Am I a slut? It doesn't matter anymore.
"Good girl. Much better." Harper starts fake-fucking me again. I don't know what else to call it. He doesn't enter me, just thrusts his cock along my slit and between the moist folds of my sex. His cock slides along my clit, and soon my pussy begin throbbing from the sensations. Soon after that I'm begging him to make me cum.
