A Sybian

I started to tear up in fear. The doorbell rang again and she took out her phone and sent a quick text. My star pattern bindings felt too tight around my chest and arms as did my collar. I whined a little.

"Hush, it's not gonna be that bad. I just want you a little more malleable when I introduce the new you."

'The new me'. The only me there'd ever be because I sold her my life. Not even sold it, I just gave it away. I heard footsteps and talking in the kitchen so I knew everyone else was here. They were going to hear whatever she did to me if there was any noise.

"Promise?" I asked.

She chuckled.

"Yes, Dyke. I don't think you'll mind it at all actually, given your nature."

My nature? She meant because I was such a **** to my heart and also my pussy I made myself an actual ****.

She reached into the filing cabinet and pulled out a strange box with a plug attached to give it power. I recognized it after a few moments; it was a sybian. They were insanely expensive and I felt special that she would spend so much money just to toy with me. She then took out what looked like a rubber mat and put it on the ground.

“Don’t want a mess in my office.”

I understood, I was already quite wet and this was definitely going to make me much much wetter. I felt myself getting more turned on as she readied the device.

"I got a few different attachments but given your experience as you discussed with me earlier I think I have the perfect one."

She pulled out a rubber or silicon looking attachment for the sybian. It had a phallus in the middle and two bumps in front and back, I'm guessing for my clit and anus. She attached them and plugged it in before putting the sybian down on the mat.

"Do you like it?" She was asking for reassurance or maybe she was looking to toy with me if I said no.

"I love it, master."

I would do anything she wanted. I'd hope she'd watch me, that at some level she was already wet and would get wetter. Then maybe she could give into maybe not love, passion, or attraction but just raw sexual need and take me. With my bindings I would be unable to stop her from doing anything she wanted but I’d happily let her.

"Good. I don't want to break you, just yet."

She smirked again.

"So you're going to ride this until you cum twice. Then you're going to come to dinner."

I took a deep breath as I felt so controlled and so turned on. I was going to be a mess, rubbed raw, and turned untamed. I was supposed to have dinner, all tied up, probably covered in sweat and my own cum. I couldn’t wait to put on a show for her. The part of my head that was telling me how my friends would react was getting quieter and quieter as I got more and more turned on.

“Why don’t you use your mouth to lube it up?”

Despite my overall arousal I frowned. If I wanted to suck dick, I’d like men. I never sucked a strap on or toy either it’s just not something I do.

Still it was what my master wanted. I got down on my knees and approached the phallus putting my mouth out and closed my eyes.

“Wait, are you not into that?”

I wondered if this was a test. She knew she couldn’t get me to have sex with men because of the contract so she thought she’d get around it with acts like this.

“Um, if it’s what you want master, I can...”

She frowned and seemed pissed but then kind of tilted her head like she realized it wasn’t a big deal.

“Oh shut it, Dyke. Give me a second.”

She pulled out a bottle from the cabinet. It was lube and she was taking mercy on me. She squirted some into her hand and rubbed it all up the phallus and over the bumps. I smiled, she didn’t want this to be as bad as she could make it and she actually getting it ready for me when I had no use of my hands to help myself.

“Be quick. I’m going to close the door so you’ll have to use your foot or something to get out.”

I was awkwardly guiding myself down without hands to stabilize myself to mount the phallus when I heard what she said.

“Wait, you’re not going to watch?”

I paused holding myself right over the tip as I waited for her to answer me.

“Oh, Dyke, that’s precious. Lower yourself, I’ll watch that much.”

I lowered myself slowly, moaning, and let out a small grunt as the phallus entered me. I bent my knees to floor as I lowered myself fully. I stared into her eyes the whole time and she let me. My pussy felt so full and the bumps were excellent teases for my clit and ass. I would ride it to completion on my own but she had other plans and I needed to follow them.

The two bumps pressed into my clit and anus and they both felt amazing. The bump pressed into my anus but didn’t quite penetrate it. I felt myself working my knees up and down already starting to work myself towards my first orgasm. She pressed a button and it began to vibrate and holy shit, I never wanted to leave it. I moaned deeply and closed my eyes as all of my pleasure centers were worked at once. I felt my arms moving with the pleasure and the binding creates more pressure on my breasts and I loved that too.

I started to lose myself in the pleasure and I lost focus of her as I closed my eyes working my knees to increase the stimulation. The phallus inside me was taking me to a level I had never felt before. The bumps pressing against my butthole and clit vibrated with such intensity that I felt I my first cum about to happen.

I opened my eyes and she started walking towards the door and despite it all I felt such longing. I couldn’t stop myself. In between moans I found myself begging for her to keep me company. Cumming in the same room as her felt like it was the best I was ever going to get and I would take it.

“Please... please stay.”

I felt sweat pouring out of me as I moved up and down and around as I let the dildo fuck me. I felt my anus contracting around the bump like it was trying to take it inside and the clit stimulation alone was more pleasure than any of my toys at home had ever given me. She opened the door and I sobbed in between moans.

“Please...”

She closed the door and walked back to me. She got down on a knee and placed her hand on my face rubbing my cheek as I spasmed barely able to hold eye contact.

“It’s gonna be okay. When you’re done we’ll be right out there. I imagine you’ll have worked up an appetite.”

Her hand on my cheek was enough. I came and I felt my juices pouring out of me, I closed my eyes, and spasmed all over the sybian. My entire body curled as my arms pulled on my bindings and the only part I felt I could control was keeping my head against her hand. She held my cheek and I felt my sweat getting on her and worried she’d be mad. I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning too loud out of fear our friends could hear us.

As I came down from my first cum she released my cheek. She stood and walked towards the door.

“That’s one, Dyke. One more and then come to dinner.”

I couldn’t help myself I was too deep in pleasure and ecstasy from sharing that moment from her.

“I...love...you.”

I waited for a cruel or callous comment as the vibrator was starting to hurt as I felt very sensitive.

“I know, Dyke. I know.”

It didn’t sound mean, it sounded oddly appreciative. I found myself riding it again despite it rubbing me raw and I pushed myself down harder on it.

She saw I was back into it and left the room. I was alone. All I could think about was her hand on my cheek during that moment. I loved her so much and despite the degradation and humiliation I never wanted to stop being her ****. We’d already shared more intimacy than we ever had or ever would have. I **** myself up and down in pleasure and pain.

I moaned and whispered her name. Her real name not ‘master’ and I prayed she couldn’t hear; that no one could hear me. I felt my toes curling and the image of me riding her while she wore a vibrating strap on filled my mind. I tried to work as hard as I could to cum as quickly as possible again. I needed to be with her again even if it would be horribly embarrassing to see my friends like this.

I bit my lip to keep from moaning. I wished I could play with my nipples but I couldn’t given my restraints. I found myself thinking about the food I had prepared and wondering if she liked it. I wanted to please her in ever way possible. I started spasming again as I felt near my next cum.

I rode it up and down pushing myself forcefully against it as I reached the base feeling my clit and asshole teased while the rod vibrated inside me. I moaned loudly and wanted to cover my mouth but couldn’t.

I heard laughing from the next room. I wondered if she had already told them about me, or even worse they heard me and they were all laughing at me and what I had become. No, she’d want my grand entrance to be a surprise.

Waves of pleasure shot through my body as I felt myself about to cum. I wanted to shout her name to the masses and worship at her pussy for the rest of my life. She didn’t need to love me, all that matter was that I loved her and was her plaything.

I felt my anus contract around the bump as I **** myself down with all my might and the vibrations and thrusting finally pushed me over the edge. I bit my lip so hard it hurt but I didn’t want anyone to know yet. I wanted to do exactly as my master said. I rode in ecstasy as I felt the part of my mind that told me how degrading this was and how I shouldn’t allow people to treat me this way disappear and all the noise in general disappeared. All that was left was my pleasure and images of her in my head. Juices were flowing out of me forcefully as my whole body tensed up. Then it all went to black as I tried to not pass out. What I felt most of all was my collar around my neck telling the whole world I belonged to the greatest, most beautiful, sexiest person I had ever met. I heard myself whispering her name as I tried to find a way to take control of myself and get up.

“Kelly...Kelly...Kelly...master... master... master...”

I was panting heavily as I came down to earth. My pussy was now very sensitive as were my clit and anus. I was sweaty and my thighs and pussy were soaked in cum. I knew I wasn’t allowed a third orgasm so I tried to stand without any arms to help myself. As I stood I slipped on my bare sweaty feet and essentially impaled myself on the rod. It hurt a bit as I took it deeper than I would want but I was still so turned on I didn’t exactly mind. The bump went into my butt and though it wasn’t really able to penetrate it still kind of hurt. The vibrations were intense and I wanted to go another time but I wanted to be in my master’s presence more.

I heard talking in the next room and worried what it was about. My stomach growled and I realized I was hungry. I didn’t know how I would eat all tied up like this. The vibrations were too intense I needed to get up to now or I would end up going for a third.

I tried again to get up. I felt the sweat soaking into my bindings and collar. I felt the phallus slip out of me and my lips were parted obscenely. I could tell my clit was still erect and my nipples were hard. I was a mess but I was her mess. I finally got to a standing position.

My legs were like jelly as I tried to walk, tied up, and the slickness between my thighs made me stretch my legs out widely to stop them from pressing together. I got to the door and tried to raise my foot to turn the lever style door knob. I ended up slipping and falling into the door. With my ear pressed against it I could hear voices.

“What was that?” It sounded like Anne.

“I don’t know. Might be my washing machine.” That was definitely my master.

“This pasta is Emily’s recipe. I’m sure of it.” That might have been Liz.

I had almost forgotten my name was Emily and it had only been a few hours tops. I missed hearing it. Then again, that’s not my real name anymore. My master picked my new one and that’s the one that counts.

As I kept listening the door felt like an entrance to a place of no return. I tried to develop courage but my lust for her felt like a good enough substitute to get me in there.

“Well she should be here any moment.” Said my master.

“It’s nice you finally invited her over. I know her feelings make you uncomfortable but she’s harmless and a good friend.” That was Stephanie.

I managed to step backwards and try opening it again. If my master was expecting me soon I couldn’t disappoint. I reached my left foot out and imagined the view this would give of my pussy if my master could see and let out a low moan trying to balance myself. Finally, I pressed down and pulled back. I managed to get my foot off and press it back to keep from falling. I took a deep breath as I stepped into the hall ready to introduce my friends to the “new me.”