Fuck Sophie

Overcome with the sheer sexiness of Sophie's kinkily submissive posture, you throw her onto her back and climb on top of her. With one hand you guide your cock to her cunt and push in - God, you've never been so hard in your life, and her cunt squeezes you in delicious ways as you drive in up to your balls. With your other hand you pinion her hands over her head.

She looks up at you, eyes soft and wide. Her hair is spread in tangles around her head, and a few strands have fallen over her face, which she can't move. You push them out of the way.

Her whole body is shaking. You've never seen her this aroused before, not this way.

“Things will never be the same, will they?” she whispers to you as you slide in and out of her liesurely. “Us, I mean.”

“No,” you answer. “And you don't have any choice in the matter.”

She closes her eyes and her hips buck up against yours, trying to get you buried even deeper inside her. “Thank you,” she whispers. “Oh God, thank you.”

“‘Thank you, Sir,’ is the correct mode of address, Sophie,” you correct her.

She begins to cry as she whispers, “Thank you, Sir,” her chest racking with sobs as you continue to thrust into her. The sight of her crying, her arms trapped under yours, knowing that this outpouring of emotion is joy for being owned by you, for being your property, is too much, and with one final cluster of thrusts you shoot your sperm into her, your cockhead pressed up against her cervix.

A year later you and Sophie marry in a small non-denominational ceremony - just a few friends and family. Nobody can tell that during the ceremony itself, Sophie is wearing a buttplug and a dildo, held in with a leather belt.

Or that her bra has metal barbs on the inside surface, pricking her.

Or that, instead of the traditional garter, she's wearing a dog's training collar buckled around her right thigh, the kind that gives low-voltage shocks. You've set up the perimeter alarms for the thing around the entrances to the church, so she'll get shocked if she walks away from the altar.

All of these were her ideas, actually. You've taken care of the honeymoon planning - an isolated bungalow on a remote island, where the only servant will be Sophie - but you let Sophie plan the ceremony itself, so she's added little things like these. The marriage contract itself was a collaborative effort, and though it contains clauses that aren't enforceable by law, you both agree it's a good working document to describe your relationship.

Sophie doesn't use IVR any more. She says real life surpasses anything she can get or build for herself in there. You'd have to agree.

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This is one of many possible endings for this game. This game isn't a win/lose proposition, so there's no such thing as winning here, but I hope you've enjoyed playing!

Alyssa S.