Emily Gives You A Choice

After a few seconds of staring straight into Emily’s eyes and seeing her smirk and joy, your brain finally adjusts and you start realizing the situation you’re in.

You feel two ice cubes inside your underwear, one shrinking your weenie and the other one located between your two butt cheeks. The cold and wet feeling instantly causes you to jump, but you notice you’re pulled down by your neck. She has a collar around you with a leash attached to it, wrapped around her little pinky finger, ensuring you can’t go very far. You had already started to notice the handcuffs a little bit before as she tightened them around your wrists, but now they’re very apparent as you can’t move your hands or wrists or bring your arms in front of you. You try and remove the ice from the front of your underwear but the handcuffs keeping your arms behind you prevent you from doing so, as you dance around stupidly trying to get the ice out, but you only end up lowering the cube slightly down closer to your balls instead, which leads to you grimacing as Emily giggles as if she knew what happened. She maintains a tight grip on your collar through the leash, making sure you know she has control over your movement and if you try and resist her pull your efforts will be futile and she will win that battle.

Eventually, after a couple minutes of you looking like a total and complete idiot, you finally stop dancing around and calm down enough to where you can stay focused on Emily long enough for her to continue.

“Well, hello there, Lucas. I’m Emily. If you didn’t already know that.” She says smiling. “I’m the leader of the girls. Obviously. You probably already knew that. But now, I’m also the leader of you. I control you. Do you understand me?” She asks. You nod slowly not knowing what else to do. She jerks slightly on the leash in response. “A nod is not an answer, boy. Do you understand that I control you now?” You reply to her with a soft Yes. “Good boy.” She shows you a little tiny brown cracker like object in the shape of a bone. It says “Boy Treat” engraved into it. “Catch. With your mouth.” She orders calmly, as she tosses it to you.

You catch it and eat it. It’s actually very good, nothing like the dog treat you were expecting. It tastes like a mixture of Cinnamon Sugar and Honey with a soft crunchy texture similar to a Graham Cracker or Saltine but in the shape of a bone. “Do you like it?” She asks, genuinely curious. You finish it, before responding that Yes, you indeed enjoyed it. She smiles, happy with her Boy Snack reward formula. “Good Boy. Any time you listen to me and behave and do as I say, you will have the opportunity to earn one. These are your boy treats. My advisors and I came up with the formula in Chemistry. They’re specially designed to appeal to a boys taste flavor and what he desires at that particular time. So if you desire spicy food it will taste like spicy food. If you desire dessert, it will taste like desert, etc. I am glad it works as intended.”

She begins walking around you in a circle, like a shark hunting it’s prey. You try and turn around to face her. “No. Bad boy. Face forward.” She quips, as you immediately return your head back to where it was. She stands behind you for a second, smirking at the image of you facing away from her as she ordered, you obeying her command. She begins walking back around to be in front of you again.

“Now, Lucas I need you to understand something. For real. Fully understand it. You have no power over yourself any more. I do. Me. I control you. I lead you. You obey me. You do as I say. Your choice is no longer a choice of what you can and can’t do. The only choice you have now is good boy or bad boy. Good boys get rewards. Good boys get to be treated nicer. Bad boys get punished. Bad boys get hurt. Bad boys become sad. You can choose to be a good boy, or you can choose to be a bad boy. Every time I ask you to do something you have that choice. Just know that every time you choose bad things will get worse for you, and every time you choose good, things will eventually get better for you. Is this clear?” She asks. You once again manage to say Yes weakly. To which she nods.

“Good. Now, because you have been cooperative and understanding with your new position and the new life with which you have to live for the rest of Summer, I will be nice to you and give you a choice since you have been a good boy so far.” She looks at you seriously, as you somehow know this “choice” isn’t going to give you any good options even if you do get to pick.

“Option One- You become my **** for the summer. You do as I say when I say it. I will be in complete control over you and what you do. You will be powerless, completely under my thumb and under my control and my rule for the entirety of the rest of summer break. Everything I say goes without question, but, the only expectation will be that you listen and obey. You will be with me all the time without any pressure other than immediately obedience when it is required. You will be able to eat what you want, drink what you want, and when you are not doing something for me, so long as I approve it and grant you permission, you may have opportunities to do what you want as well within the confines of the compound with a girl present to watch you.” Emily explains. She gives you a second to think about the ramifications behind being her **** and the power and control she would have over you in that situation.

“Option Two- You become the girls prisoner for the summer. You will not be asked to do very much, but you also won’t be able to do very much either. You will be confined to your cell, and any time a girl whether that’s me or someone else enters, you will be limited in the time you spend socially with the girls, and there may be stretches where you don’t see any of us for more than a couple minutes per week just to deliver you daily food and water. You will be isolated, and alone, but, you won’t have to follow many rules other than staying locked up in the cell alone unless we enter and tell you what to do otherwise.” Emily explains the second option.

“Option Three is a mix between the two. During the day you will be my **** and you will be asked to do things for me and be with me by my side and follow my orders and demands and needs, while at night you will get a break and you will be isolated in the prison cell until I wake you up the next morning to be my **** again. This way you will experience a little bit of both, where you will not be totally isolated like in the prison cell completely and you won’t be with me all 24 hours so that you will get some alone time if you want it. However you also will have to deal with the limitations of being in the cell when you’re not needed at night and you won’t have as much freedom during the day as I will be using you more during the day time since you will only be my **** for a part of the time, so I will ask more challenging things of you more frequently.” Emily explains option three, you feel like this may be the best option, but you’re not sure so far.

“Finally, there’s Option Four. Option Four…” She looks you dead in the eye, completely seriously. “You have to pretend to be my boyfriend.” She says. Your jaw drops. This seems like easily the best option. Having the hottest girl in school as your girlfriend? What a Win! “Now, before you pick this option, know that this is the hardest, toughest and strictest option. There will be no room for error. Any mistake will be amplified. You will be expected to obey perfectly. You must do what I say no exceptions period, or the punishments will be ****. You will have to perform and act as if you are my boyfriend in front of the other girls, and the expectations of you are that you will be the perfect, flawless boyfriend and you will not fail. Failures won’t just be simply mistakes that lead to some light punishments. They will be intolerable acts of defiance that lead to pain and suffering and my full wrath. Anything short of perfection will lead to my fury bearing down on you and seeing the full power and control I can display over you. You may think you have the greatest amount of freedom and all of that, but in reality for the entire duration of the summer, you will simply be my puppet, and I will be the puppet master, and at the end of the summer you will have to live with all of the things you did for me as your supposed girlfriend, knowing that I was never your girlfriend the entire time and you will never have those things back ever again for the entire rest of your life. It may not be permanent physical damage, making it legal under our agreed upon rules, but you will have to permanently live with the choices and decisions you make this summer for the rest of your life forever if you choose this path.” Emily explains seriously. You shiver feeling the weight of the decision you have to make on your shoulders.

“Know that whatever pathway you choose has its strengths and weaknesses, pros and cons. But if you go for the route you think is the easiest now, you may find at the end the sacrifice wasn’t worth it or you may find yourself broken far beyond what you ever imagined. If you are my ****, you simply will be **** to help me with stuff all summer. Then it ends and you are free. If you are my prisoner for the summer, you are stuck in the cell all summer, and then you are released at the end and free. If you are both, then still again, you will be let go and you will go back to your normal school life at the end of the summer just as if this was a wasted summer where you were doing the bidding of the girls. But if you go with the last option… You may never get back the memories you throw away and lose at the end of the summer. And it will all be fake. Fraudulent. A scam. That you yourself choose to invest in. That you fell for yourself. Even with a warning. And I will tell you again 3 months from now that I warned you. That I told you this would happen. And you did it to yourself. It will mean nothing. All gone, blown away in the wind in an instant.” Emily Warns. She’s blunt and not afraid to tell you how it is, that’s for sure, you think for a second, considering the consequences and ramifications for such a decision. Do you go down the **** path, the prison path, the mixed/hybrid path, or take your chances and go down the boyfriend path?