A place to belong

‘Under his desk’ was fast becoming one of the few places Sabrina felt safest. It seemed so strange to think that, of this small cramped space and all it’s degrading connotations… Yet she couldn’t help but acknowledge it was true! She could feel her heartbeat slow to a loud but languid thump as she crawled in. Her lungs fill with the scents of expensively varnished wood and the real leather of her collar. Time, and all other outside concerns, just seemed to fade away. From somewhere above came the muffled sound of Master’s voice, but by design you couldn’t really make out any words.

There was no rush for her to begin serving him unless he made one. The whole point of this arrangement was really her continual presence. The unhurried availability of pleasure at any moment. She could take some time getting comfortable, kicking off her shoes and arranging the various cushions provided. A couple of these were a little stained now… but since it had been her who’d made such messes, she hardly felt she could complain. To one side, a small screen set into the woodwork flickered on. Announcing that the regularly-scheduled broadcast had once again begun automatically. Words began appearing already. Messages from beyond. Sabrina ignored them, as always. She glanced at the various beady electronic eyes and knew there was some unknown audience behind them… tuning in each day to observe her from every angle they could: above, below, from behind or in profile. But she wouldn’t act like they mattered. That was the trick: Pretend not to even notice they were there.

She plucked the smallest vibrator from its holster on the wall and began to get warmed up. Switching it on and rolling its small, bean-like shape across the outside of her clothing. Sitting back against a cushion, facing outwards; with her legs nocked at just the right angle so none of the cameras could see anything but shadows between them. She tiptoed the buzzing thing across a shoulderblade and up her neck. Letting its cheerful, little vibrations sink into her skin and wake up the nerves beneath. It was all teasing of course… for her as well as him and them. She knew he would be watching out of the corner of his eye, on the little flip-up screen he had. Yet it was also just nice to feel the electric shivers of the device against places that weren’t overtly sexual. To be able to spare the moments just to wander through the tactile experience of existing in this manner. In this place. To learn how her skin and senses could pick up upon those tender, tickling sensations through walls of thin, white cotton and weaved, black nylon. Beneath, her goosebumps progressed and spread… whispering with idle thoughts of the hours yet to come. Yet there was still no rush. No rush.

That was… until she felt the slightest of tugs upon her neck. Her master having reached down to send instruction through her leash. Sabrina quickly slipped the vibrator into the waistband of her tights, letting it work its way into whatever recesses it might wish to.

“Are you watching? Look how good she is.” Mr Benson stated, his voice becoming clearer as she emerged between his legs. “She’s {mom}’s girl, you remember {mom}? ...from back in the old days.”

“Of course, we all remember {mom}...” Chuckled a tinny voice on the far end of the phone. “Looks like the leaf don’t fall far from the tree, either… she’s a beauty!”

Sabrina squirmed a little, to hear herself and her mother talked about that way… Yet she knew it wouldn’t bother the older woman in the slightest. Her parent had never shown any shame at all in who she was and how she’d made her way in life, nor expected her daughters to either. It was that fierce nonchalance in the face of society’s norms that made Sabrina proud to be her mother’s child, and sure that there was wisdom in her words. Sex was just another skillset to master… not something to hide away and run from.

Her master and his friend were still chatting away about her family, as she crept her hands up his inner leg. Unbuckling his belt and unzipping his flies, as she had done so many times before.

“There’s another one as well: a twin! Almost identical in every way… though a bit more fiery, if you catch my drift. Think she’s headed to some art-college nearer you. Maybe I should give {mom} your number, too. In case you felt like having a few similar adjustments made to that cheap desk, eh?”

Sabrina didn’t think whoever this was would find Katherine quite so amenable to that idea… Fiery was a good descriptor for the sibling she’d shared a womb with. Still, she had her employer’s cock in her hand by now and was fading out from listening to their conversation. It was just old men, showing off and boasting as always. The swelling lump of flesh between her fingers was something worth admiring, however. She wouldn’t have ever got herself in this position, were it not for a deep-down acknowledgement of simple facts: Penises fascinated her, in a primordial and tangible sense. Just like how hypnotic she found the pulse of that small device between her thighs. She was her mother’s daughter. There was no denying it. Sex and submission and sensuality were all that her mind and soul craved. Everything else in the world just seemed… grey… in comparison.