CW: Abduction fantasy, nonconsent, D/s, humiliation, bondage, toys.
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The cameras in the attic I'd converted into her study showed her thrash and wriggle in her padded desk chair. An orgasm maybe, or perhaps she was just overstimulated. I'd taken the wheels off her chair. That's how accidents happen.
I'd been watching the screen off and on for nearly an hour and her pace had slowed. I'd decided to give her a break. Well, a break from writing, anyway. I soaked a washcloth in warm water and filled a bottle with water and ice.
Meg had been writing since dawn. I woke her up when I got up, from foam-lined kennel I kept near my bed. It had been an adjustment for her I knew but she was adapting. On her blog she'd posted how scared she was that her abusive ex-boyfriend was released last week and that she planning to go into hiding. An indefinite hiatus from her erotica, she'd said. I'd solved both problems for her.
My cock stiffened against the rough fabric of my jeans and I pictured the walk I would take her on tonight. We were in a warm snap and I decided she needed the exercise. I'd leash her and show her around treed-in yard. There were no other houses around but even so I might keep the cuffs on her ankles chained in case she saw fit to run. She'd only get lost and hurt herself, the very thing she was trying to avoid now that Bryan was out of prison.
I passed the bookshelf I'd dedicated to Meg. I'd formatted and printed every one of her stories, over a hundred, sewn the pages and covered them with black kid leather. I'd read each a dozen times or more and knew Meg better than anyone.
At the top of two floors I unlocked the attic door and saw her, my perfect Meg. I'd tied her long dark hair out of her face. I'd shaved her pussy bald after I brought her home, knowing she would have done it herself if she had the time. All the heroines in her story had bald pussys so as to increase physical sensation. I'd fitted her wrists and ankles with cuffs. The ankle cuffs were attached to the chair legs to keep her knees apart. The wrist cuffs were padlocked to the desk to keep her hands in position to write. Her desk faced the window so she could enjoy the natural light, with the added benefit that she quickly realized there was no cars, no houses, no traffic here. Bryan wouldn't find her but neither would anyone else.
I'd fitted her with a small buttplug and a chastity belt with a vibrating dildo inside. She couldn't touch herself but her body was stuffed full. I knew she liked chastity belts and dildos, and that she always longed to have her ass trained and I was happy to do it, though she whimpered bitterly into the cock gag she slept in when it came time to insert or remove it. Another couple days at that size and maybe and she'd start to crave something more challenging. The thought of fucking her ass and plugging her back up with my cum still deep inside made my cock throb against my jeans. I had to be patient. I had already pushed her hard, but I couldn't risk hurting her.
Her eyes found mine. Unlike yesterday and the day before, she didn't look frightened. Tired and overwhelmed perhaps, but not frightened. When she'd felt me enter the room she'd stifled her grunts and moans because she knew if I ungagged her I'd want silence.
I peeled the tape off her lips and stroked her face. I carried chapstick with me everywhere and applied it to her dry lips as I rubbed the sweat from her face, then her neck and shoulders, her petite breasts and her tummy and the small of her back. When I was done I checked her word count. She'd struggled to make half of the quota I set for her yesterday but today she was more on task, nearly three quarters finished and it was only ten in the morning.
"Good girl, Meg," I whispered, stroking her cheek again. Her stomach growled and I smirked. "You know you don't get to eat solid food until I decide you're ready or you make your quota, don't you?"
She nodded. The vibrator inside her buzzed loudly.
"But I'll give you your snack and then some water and soon you'll be done in no time," I assured her, unzipping my jeans. My cock sprang out, thick and impossibly hard. Yesterday Meg had resisted and gotten her face fucked roughly but today she opened her mouth wide.
"Good little slut," I stroked her hair and pressed the tip of my cock past her full, parted lips and into the exquisite wetness of her mouth. She licked and sucked without being told. I spun the chair towards me so I could press the chastity belt against her body with my knee as I pushed deeper into her mouth, whispering gentle praise as Meg swirled her tongue up and down my shaft.
