Hey everyone! I'm really excited to share this chapter with you guys. I admit, this one is a bit longer than usual (about 60% longer, by raw word count). However, there are a lot of pivotal scenes that happen within, so I hope that'll make up for it.
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As always, this story is purely a fantasy. Consent is necessary in real life.
Dave woke up just as the sun was starting to peek through his window, beating his alarm by a solid thirty minutes. As usual, Dave was flying full mast when he turned over in bed, as Lauren laid next to him. She was restrained in the red bondage ropes, with her arms tied behind her back in a box formation. Lauren was a light sleeper, and started to wake as soon as she felt Dave's rustling in the bed.
Sensing an opportunity, Dave reached for the ball-gag and crammed it into Lauren's mouth before she had a chance to react. By the time she had realized what Dave was doing, he had already buckled it behind her head. Dave rolled over on top of her, pinning her to the mattress as he started to lick the side of her face, as if he were marking his territory. He gradually started to work his way downwards and lick her nipples; it had been Lauren's
on button
, no matter how much she had tried to protest.
After a minute or so of the foreplay, Dave decided to insert himself inside of Lauren, despite her muffled pleas. He started his rhythmic fucking slowly at first, as he leaned into her and whispered into her ear
"Don't fight me, honeybear" he said seductively "Just let it happen. You can let me do all of the work, my little red cock-sleeve."
Dave placed one of his hands on Lauren's throat, and the other on the mattress, thus bringing him to within inches of Lauren's gagged and drooling face.
Dave's fucking became harder, plunging deeper into Lauren's now-moistened vagina. Dave could feel Lauren squirm a little bit, though he postured up and slapped her breasts as a punishment.
"Come on, my little cum-dumpster, you know better than that!"
All Lauren could do was plead incoherently as she began to cry. Dave admired the new ball-gag, as it was a bright pink one that had SLAVE printed across the rubber ball, fully displaying Lauren's legal status front-and-center. Dave slapped her breasts again as he continued to pump away, and using his other hand, turned Lauren's head to face him.
"Don't try to look away from me" Dave paused his speech but not his thrusts "Take all of me in."
Whether it was through Dave's insistence or through approaching a climax of her own, Dave could feel that she was resisting less and less. She argued less through the gag and moaned progressively more and more, which was a cacophony to Dave's ears. A few more minutes of the rough fucking went by, and Dave took his hand off of Lauren's throat.
"I'm" he started "I-I'm about to."
Before Dave could even finish his sentence, he deposited a fresh load of warm semen inside of Lauren.
He slowly pulled himself out of Lauren and then helped her sit up in bed. He slowly took of her gag. She coughed a little as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Good morning, my little dove" and kissed her on the cheek. "Did my little red bunny have sweet dreams?"
Lauren nodded "Good, now I'm going to take a shower and get ready to leave for work. Meanwhile, you can be a good little slave girl and make breakfast, okay?".
"Yes master" she said as Dave un-gagged and untied her.
As planned, she sauntered off to the kitchen while Dave took a shower. While he loved the fondle-showers he'd grown accustomed to with Lauren, Dave was a pragmatic man at heart; after all, he couldn't spend
all
day groping Lauren. His shower was over before he knew it, as he had nearly forgotten how little time one actually needs when unaccompanied in the shower stall. He came out and quickly sorted through his limited-selection wardrobe and picked out his clothes for the day.
He came out to the kitchen and found two bowls of oatmeal and two protein shakes. Lauren, still not in the greatest of moods due to the pre-alarm awakening via Dave's schlong, sat across from Dave; stark naked and barefoot. The pair ate in relative peace. When the pair finished, Lauren began to clean up, Dave stopped her.
"Actually, there's something I want you to do first. Stand facing the bathroom mirror, and plug in your hairdryer"
Lauren did as she was instructed by her owner. Dave returned with the pink SLAVE ball-gag and once again stuffed it in her mouth. But this time he had had looked like opaque bronze saran wrap. He wrapped a small piece of it around the buckle of the ball-gag. Once he securely fastened the gag into place, he took the hairdryer, set it to its highest setting and started to heat the back of Lauren's head. Within seconds, the saran wrap had started to soften and then congealed into place, akin to a dense putty. He then placed his hands on her shoulder and turned her around.
Lauren looked pleadingly into Dave's eyes as he lightly gripped her chin with his thumb and forefinger and forced her gaze towards his.
"I've basically made a wax seal. Thus, you're going to wear this gag all day" Dave stated as Lauren's eyes widened, as she wondered what she did to deserve this treatment.
Dave looked into Lauren's eyes "Don't worry, you didn't do anything" Dave reassured "I just love gagged women."
"Needless to say, attempting to remove the gag will both be obvious and have consequences."
He kissed her on the cheek "Alright honeybear, I'm off to make my millions!" as he left the apartment, locking the door behind him.
Dave was practically giddy as he pranced off to his hatchback; his stomach was full and his balls were empty. He eagerly plopped down into the driver's seat and fired up the ignition. After selecting the latest episode of a men's self-improvement podcast, Dave backed out of his spot and then pulled out of the parking lot of his apartment complex.
The forty-five-minute commute went by with Dave hardly noticing it. Dave pulled into the employee parking garage and had to drive only five levels underground in order to find a spot. He gleefully walked past his sullen-looking colleagues as they stuffed themselves into the elevator while Dave took the stairs. Dave walked into the employee entrance to badge himself through the security door, exchanging cheerful
good mornings
with the same familiar security guard manning the desk at MegaCorp.
Dave threw his lunch in the breakroom fridge, strutted to his cubicle, and got to work right away. He quickly got lost in the vortex of time as he started to hammer away at his
To Do
list, all the while his colleagues were content to saunter in, linger over the espresso machine, and hover by the water cooler for the first forty five minutes of their work day.
They must not really want their bonuses
Dave thought.
Dave's flow was interrupted by an instant message from his boss, beckoning him to come to the private office. This time, Dave was all too happy to oblige.
Showtime
Dave remarked to himself.
Dave strolled down the hallway, noting the absolute misery on the faces of his colleagues as he did so. He rounded the corner and knocked on his boss's open door.
"You rang?"
"Yes, please come in. Can you shut the door?" his boss returned.
Dave obliged him, as he knew shutting the door was the first step to a heavy discussion; a heavy discussion Dave was prepared for. His boss motioned for Dave to sit down across from him. As soon as Dave sat down, he began.
"So, have you thought about the vacancy that we discussed recently?"
