A Normal Almost Perfunctory Day, Part 2 (canon)

Wendy was left standing there, dressed in her big coat. As soon as she could be sure that there was nobody else there, that nobody was standing at the bottom of the stairs hoping to talk to Ben, she opened her coat to reveal a tight corset which ended just above her shaved pussy. Above that were half cups, holding her breasts and lifting them like a prize to her Master. Her ever-present collar now showed the word ‘Love’ with a heart at the end of it, and her legs covered in a fine fishnet stocking and 4-inch heels. She did not immediately remove the coat, instead reaching inside and pulling out things from the interior pockets. As Ben watched with increasing interest, she produced a vibrator, a blindfold, and a spider gag. She shed the coat, letting it fall to the ground.

“We could go inside, you know? It’s still pretty cold out here.” Ben suggested. The observation deck was somewhat warmed by the outlet to the stairs and by the morning sun beaming onto the veranda, but it was still close to 30 degrees. They did make it so the girls could be naked during the snowball fight…

Wendy only shook her head. “I want to feel it. To really internalize it.”

“What?”

“That this place is different than the way we used to live. That this is a different relationship.”

To emphasize this point, she drops to her hands and knees on the discarded coat. Each of the produced items and her posture would serve to signify her new position, but instead they are mere prelude to the final item that she has not shown Ben. Because she turns, pointing her pussy and ass at him, to reveal the crown jewel: the butt plug nestled within her.

Part of Ben still knew that his relationship with Wendy wasn’t always this way. He struggled to call up the “truth,” but those memories were gone now. Still, he could guess that she had never had anal sex with him even then. In this world, with her always having a BDSM fetish, she also had never offered it to him. Maybe it was because he had never asked. Or maybe it’s because he had never demanded it then, would she have given it to a real master at that point? Any mention of it at the time had led to a light chuckle, a ‘maybe someday’. So as he stares at the little piece of metal buried in that most intimate of places, he understands just how much things have changed from even those manufactured memories.

“I want to give you everything. No. More accurately, I want you to take everything. Give me what you’ve given the others, and I’ll let you go farther, harder than you have with them or ever before. I know that I don’t own you, don’t deserve you after our history together, how it ended. So, I want you to own me. If I don’t deserve you, give me what I deserve. Make it so that I can’t end it again.”

Ben stands speechless on the veranda, still dressed before the woman who has made herself truly naked, exposing all her body and her deepest thoughts and needs. He had expected something of this nature, felt like he was prepared for it after his time with Callie. But that still felt like roleplay at the time. Unreal. A game. That at the end of it, she might tease him with the word Master, but could call him Ben, would call him Ben the rest of the time. This felt different. Like a woman offering her very bondage, her very soul with no limit.

“I forgive you. For leaving, for every little thing that you’ve done that made you feel guilty since getting here, even though there’s nothing to really forgive. Part of me knows that moment from when you left wasn’t even real, and those emotions were so long ago, it barely even matters. You don’t need to do this. I don’t want you to do this…”

Wendy for her part turns around crawling to kneel at Ben’s feet, her legs now against the cold tile of the veranda. Her hands grip his pant leg, like she is afraid that he is about to leave. Her eyes beg, and she is on the verge of tears. “Please don’t run away again. I just, I don’t know how to get through to you. I thought that you’d come to see me, to try to handle things like lovers, try to talk through our problems, see how I’d been. But you treated me like a stranger. So I came to you, hoping to have fun, to try to break the tension like somebody that I had an affair with, that had shared intimacy with me and then we’d talk afterwards. But that didn’t work either, and you said that you were with Callie… So now I’ve come to you, prostrated myself like a **** to you, to try to get something like what Callie has, something, anything. But you just want to run away again? Please! What do I need to do? Do you think I’m not pretty enough anymore, with all of the other girls around? Do you want me to pump up my breasts even more, give myself some change to make me even more of a **** to you? Please, I thought the plug would be enough to show it, but I’ll say it out loud too… I’ll do anything, anything you ask, anything you demand.”

Her hand reaches toward his button and zipper. She quickly yanks his pants down, her mouth unashamedly finding his cock. Halfway to full hardness, traitorously. This naked woman couldn’t help but drive lust into him. Ben watched her, enjoyed her, but also wondered what kind of monster he’d become. She was right, he should’ve talked to her after she came. He should’ve taken the time yesterday to hear her out, to maybe have some sex that both of them wanted. And now, when she did what she imagined Callie did, he wanted to flee again.

Why?

As she thrusts her mouth on his hard cock, the back of her throat hitting the head of his cock as she took him deep, Ben wonders. It was because I knew her before this. But it’s like trying to change how you walk. It’s subconscious, almost muscle memory. Part of me thought of her just as the girl I dated. The little giggles at my jokes. The little kisses along my chest when I said I was too tired after a test. The cute little wiggle when I would tell her she looked great before a date. There are now those memories of her trying to get me to try BDSM, but those are a few aberrations to the normal times. There was love there, outside.

But here, there is no love. This place objectifies people. Makes us into sex toys. Turns us into puppets dancing on strings for the amusement of a faceless audience, full of malice and capricious desires. I was fighting it, trying to find the way to keep who I am, who I was. As much as I could.

So I hid. Every time I emerged from my room, Yuki would win. Somehow I’d always end up doing what she wanted, what the audience wanted. I hid, not to protect myself from the girls, but to protect them from me. The room wasn’t a grand suite. It was my cage, to keep the animal at bay within. But they just kept throwing women into it, like meat into a tiger’s cage. Until I grew a taste for it. I could’ve run away from Wendy today. I can still run away.

But do I want to any more? Her mouth feels so good. My mind knows this is wrong. Logically, I can still resist. But does my resistance hurt them? I told her I didn’t want this, but I do want this. And she needs it.

Maricela basically begged me to take her, to give her my love. I thought I’d learned from this, but still run away. Still fight against this. Because she’s Wendy. I knew her, knew every little detail.

I remember the old me, the man who dated Wendy. A little. That’s why I ran from her most of all. If I gave in with her, it would be like giving in completely. Maybe if I had dated Callie, I’d have grown to like the feeling of her submission as much as I do now. How had I resisted Wendy’s submission long ago? That Ben seemed to have a whole mountain of self-control, who turned it down like some unwanted condiment. Who I was. Who I am now. I ran from Wendy’s push then, ran from it in the hotel until now. But I won’t now. She is so close to elimination, just like Maricela. She wants it, has always wanted it, just like Callie. I must bend, so I, so we all do not break.

Ben grabs Wendy’s head and forces it fully down, causing her to **** on his cock. But as he does, he looks at her eyes. And finds no fear, no resistance. Only joy. Submission. As he pulls back to let her breathe, her hands don’t push against his legs, but find their way between hers. He begins pushing her head down again on his cock, skullfucking her. She no longer holds onto his pants to prevent him from running away, as it is clear that he doesn’t intend to run anymore. Instead he comes to her. Cums for her. His cock jerks in her mouth, as he ejaculates down her throat.

As his hands let go of her head, she doesn’t tell him off. Instead, her tongue runs along the bottom of his cock, taking the last few drops of his cum. Once she’s satisfied that it is clean, she lays a kiss on the cockhead. The words that come from her mouth aren’t angry, instead just barely falling short of begging. “Can we talk now?”

Ben merely nods, as Wendy crawls back to the discarded jacket. Hoping to put her at ease, Ben decides to join her in being naked, taking off his own clothes and placing them on the floor to form a larger makeshift bed. Well, if they can be naked without suffering hypothermia, I can be too… probably…

Wendy begins, “I know that you…” Only for Ben to put a finger to her lips. “Listen to me.” And she quiets, but not before a mumble issues from her lips, the telltale ‘Yes, Sir.’ “I didn’t come to you because I was nervous. It wasn’t because I was angry, although I sort of was yesterday. I’ve stayed in my room because I was scared. Scared of what this place was making me. Scared of the fact that I was liking it. Scared that with your change, which it is, despite the fact that you feel like that has always been you, that you wanted it too. I was scared of losing what we were. The small little moments, where our love shined the brightest. I didn’t try to throw you away for a harem of sex slaves. I wanted you, if anyone, to escape it. That’s why I stayed upstairs, never talked outside of those dates that felt like theater, those times in the bedroom that… Well, they felt natural, but… What even is natural now?”

_“_And those few times I left? Those were because I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I explored this place, because staying in those four walls felt too constraining, only to find Monica. Monica seemed to fall in love with me after a single date, and I worry that it’s because I wanted her to love me. I gave into my desires again, met Callie when I didn’t have to, to fulfill a promise to her, gave her and them what they wanted. That fell into a threesome, and then pushed me to be cruel to you. Despite my attempts, it feels like I’ve fallen. Fallen so far…” His command keeping her silent, Ben is still interrupted, as Wendy hugs him. She rubs her face on his chest, like a cat seeking affection. Ben realizes that it is selfish to monologue. “You can speak again.”

“You’re such an idiot. You don’t need to take this on alone. You’re not some Atlas, who takes the world on his shoulders. You don’t need to be Superman.”

Ben only continues his self-flagellation. “That’s the thing, though. It feels like each person had a part in weakening the wall, like there is some script. Ashley fought back, but I came to know her and understand her in the morning. Then Callie came, made me feel her desire, just how much she wanted it. Emma pushed me to punish her, and… I felt that I wanted it too, on my own. I felt like Callie was a one-off, but then Maricela told me to fuck her. To save her.”

“So play your part!” Wendy says this, but then looks down. “If trying to run away doesn’t solve it, try to make it easier. If the dam is breaking, lower the water level. Let it happen. Let me in. Let us all in.”

“But the past, who you were…” She continues. Ben looks at her with sympathy, but her resolve doesn’t waver. “It’s the past. Time is like a river, we can never experience the same moment twice. Maybe I wasn’t a masochist before, but I am now. Whinging doesn’t help, it leaves you running away, but standing in place. You can swim against the current, but that just tires you out.

“And there’s nothing to say that we can’t still go on dates. Yes, I might call you Master, but there can still be love here. Love can be anywhere. In a funeral or in the depths of pain and sickness, love can still persist.”

Ben coils in on himself, far from the masculine Master that the audience is trying to shape him into. Still, there is no anger in her voice. As he looks at her in the light of the afternoon, he sees the beautiful woman he dated, her smile that he loved so much back then, still does.

“I… You’re right. I can’t run from being a Master. And now, I’m not sure if there are any of the girls who even want me to. Maybe Monica or Ashley, maybe, but I think both are bound to the same path as we all are. God, I’ve been so stupid. I should’ve talked with you earlier, you could’ve saved me so much of a headache. Saved you from a lot of heartache.”

Wendy smiles. “I am pretty smart, you know? I did get accepted to an elite school, and probably will go back, after this is all over. Though now I’ll probably transfer to a school near where we all live.” Ben questions the last bit. “We all?”

“You’re not the only one who’s learned something. I wanted you all to myself. But I think, in the same way that you learned you will have to be a Master, I need to learn to be part of a harem. I was almost made to service all of them last round, trying to fight the current just doesn’t make sense anymore.”

“Makes sense to me, but where do you start?” Wendy seems to stop at this, thinking. “I… This might sound bad, but I was planning on trying to find Callie. We’re both… well bound to want to be slaves to you. Maybe that can be the first step in our relationship.” Ben looks at her, a bit unnerved. She seems to smile again. “Don’t worry, I won’t kiss her. Although really, just how much would I lose, already wanting to be your ****? But I’ll be careful.”

Wendy sits up, breaking the snuggling session that had formed. “Now, I think it’s time to play with the toys I brought. I had to spend a bit to get them all. And the butt plug is still a bit cold with the tip exposed to air.” She crawls over, grabbing the items. As Ben watches, she handles each one. “I think we’ve had enough talking. Let’s get started on the real fun. And to make it so that you have to take control…” She puts the spider gag in her mouth, opening her mouth fully as it pushes against her teeth. She also places the blindfold over her eyes, but with her positioning she crawls back to the pile of clothes, before laying down on her back. As Ben watches, she takes the dildo, and thrusts it inside of her.

Her tongue dances in her mouth, beckoning him. An invitation that Ben doesn’t allow to linger. He turns, taking his half-soft cock and pushes it through the hole of the spider gag, her wet tongue dancing on his member. He sees that she enjoys it, as her hand thrusts the dildo within her all the quicker, and he feels her moan vibrating his cock. And following the flow of things, Ben begins to thrust harder, faster, really fucking her, just like he had done a few moments before. Soon, even to Ben’s surprise, he finds himself hard again. And he knows it’s time.

He pulls himself from her mouth, moving along the makeshift bed to find her hips. Ben lifts her, turning her over into doggy style. She attempts to speak through the gag, the words a jumbled mess, but again, it is those words: Take me Master. Or maybe, Tame Me Master. Regardless, the intent is clear, as Ben reaches to the buttplug.

In some way, it is comforting when the buttplug doesn’t give immediately. That this is still real, that there can be at least some resistance to the sex bonanza. As Ben slowly pulls out, as Wendy involuntarily grips it, Ben reconsiders. Maybe a bit of resistance just shows the fruit of conquest all the more. As Ben pulls the buttplug out, he sees that it is shaped like a cock’s head. I wonder if the dildo and buttplug are both shaped like me. Meant to train them to take me…

And then, he lines himself up with her ass, his hard cock ready to take the last place that he had never been. He and Wendy had sex many times back then, had blowjobs almost as often. But this? This was her last virginity. And as he thrusts slowly, he can’t help but feel a primal satisfaction.

As he bottoms out, he waits until her breathing slows, unable to ask if he is hurting her, a sure part of this setup. Can’t back out if I can’t feel guilty. Instead, he remembers the change that had just been given to her. “Good girl.” He feels her anus grip him, as her body feels a surge of pleasure at his words. As she comes down from the spike of pleasure, Ben feels she is ready. And then he begins to pull back out, before thrusting back in. Each step only proceeding when he felt she was ready for the next. I can take, but also care for them. I can conquer but also love them. I can be a Master, but not be a Monster.

While Ben saws in and out of her, she reaches down to thrust the dildo inside of her, a threesome of a different kind. I’ll take that part of her soon enough as well. Ben smiles, knowing that now every part of Wendy is his. Is this what being a Master is like?

Still, it is helpful that Wendy fucks herself with the dildo, as the tightness of her virgin hole pushes Ben to the edge far quicker than expected. As he thrusts deep, he hears Wendy moan through her gag, a chorus of moans and slurred “Master”s. He knows she is close as well, but he decides to push her even further beyond. “Good girl, my good girl.” As he feels her grip him, her body bucking under him in her incredibly strong orgasm, he thrusts one more time before releasing himself, filling her butt with his seed. The two collapse to the floor. Ben looks at the beautiful woman, in a whole different type of love than what they had before.