Crawl to Ling

You drop to your hands and knees - this is getting to be a habit, you think - and crawl slowly from the vestibule entrance to Mr. Ling, until you're directly in front of his polished shoes.

You let your gaze wander upward from his shoes to his pressed trousers, and find yourself comparing your situation to his - he's a man, and you're not; he can do anything he likes, whereas you must do as you're commanded.

These thoughts should mortify you - and they do - but they also make your cunt wet. And, oddly, the thing that's affecting you the most is his trousers.

The fact that they're neatly pressed, professional.

You steal a glance upward and see that Mr. Ling is dressed in a tailored gray suit with a maroon tie to complete the ensemble. Seeing this, and comparing his professional, masculine attire to your feminine, chained nakedness, you catch yourself thinking that not only would his clothes not fit you - they're not meant for you.

That's whats turning you on, you realize. You're naked and helpless in a room with two powerful men, and you've been thinking of them as belonging to another gender entirely.

They're men. And you're not.

You haven't exactly forgotten who you are - if that's TRAINER's milestone for releasing you, you're a good long way away from that - but you're beginning to look at men as something foreign, powerful and mysterious.

Mr. Ling undoes the buttons of his trousers and pulls out his stiff, thick cock. You had one of these once.

“I believe you forgot to attend to this last night, O,” he says quietly.