Gretchen’s fulfillment

GRETCHEN

I think I lost my sanity that day.

I wonder at which point?

When he made me cum in front of dozens of people in that gym?

When that one woman spit on me?

When he made me get that tattoo, that would forever be etched in my skin?

The spankings and the food stuff with Lana?

The… mouse? The… bathroom?

No. It was none of those.

It was the moment he asked me how I felt about doing all of that. And ordered me to answer honestly.

There was no way I was lying at that point. I wouldn’t dare to disobey him.

“I fucking loved it”. That’s what I said.

The moment he gave me a chance to break free, and tell him how horrible and soul-crushing everything had been.

Apparently, that wasn’t how I really felt.

It’s a weird fucking feeling having your subconscious burst out of your mouth like that. The feelings I was still desperately trying to suppress…

No point now. It was over. Time to embrace the madness.

I fucking loved it. All of this. For some fucking reason, I fucking loved it.

I felt the tough, metallic collar squeeze around my neck. I put my hand on it and sighed.

It was so sturdy. It was so final. It was so… unambiguous.

He owned me. Every part of me. Completely.

And I couldn’t stop smiling.

In just three weeks my life had changed completely. Goodbye independence. Goodbye normality. Goodbye equality. There was no “me” anymore. There was just Him.

He was sleeping already. I could hear him snore.

Just the sound of that powerful, manly wheeze made my pussy long for him.

I had to rub myself. I knew it was pointless. I couldn’t get off without him. But it wasn’t like I could control myself. Maybe I was just a feral animal at this point. Only following the desires of my body.

That’s what I said, right? I gave up my right as a human being. So what did it matter? I could **** myself as much as I wanted. Nothing really mattered anymore. Only him. Only his pleasure.

I was bucking my hips against the cold bedroom floor. I tried to be as quiet as possible, I wouldn’t want to wake up master.

Yeah, I was sleeping on the floor. The master wanted the bed all to himself.

Understandable. That huge cock needed room to breathe.

Oh God. Why did I edge myself like this? I only made it worse. If I didn’t stop now, I might start moaning, and… No no! I didn’t want to see master waking up angry! He had a really long day, he needed to sleep!

I slowly removed my fingers from my cunt. They were already wet and sticky.

I began licking them clean.

I didn’t have to do that. But I knew master liked seeing me do that. And if there was the smallest chance that he woke up right now and saw me doing this… He might smile.

…Lick.

No, I still don’t like the taste. But not the point.

Lick. Slurp.

I’d seen documentaries about dangerous cults all my life. How people in them just couldn’t see how ridiculous they looked. How they gave themselves over to some “master” who just took advantage of them and ruined their lives.

Lick. Lick.

The precum was swirling on my tongue now. It left a long, sticky trail to my fingers.

I… I finally understood those people.

You felt whole. And that was the greatest feeling on Earth. Like you where home. You where you were meant to be.

I was never meant to be a magazine editor. I was meant to be a good little **** for my master. I just never knew that my master would be the pathetic writer who I berated for years. Who I actually was planning to fire.

How could I have been so mean to him? Now I wanted to go back in time and slap that Gretchen in the face.

And **** her. Like the dirty little slut she actually is.

My unclean hand was traveling south again.

No please no. Please just try to sleep, Gretch. No more hanky panky with my palm. I needed to wake up early so I could give my master a nice, lovely blowjob.

I wanted to become an expert in those. I wanted him to wake up every day with a huge smile as he saw his goo on my face, and in my mouth. His voluminous, sticky goo.

Just the stench alone…

Sigh. I wasn’t going to get any sleep, was I?

I think he liked my wakeup blowjob?

I mean he didn’t criticize it… He just pushed my face down further and held me in place as he filled my mouth with his delicious cum.

Should I ask him? Like what I could do better? Areas of improvement?

“Take special care of the nutsack. It gets real dirty.”

Right right. Get your head back into the game, Gretch! This wasn’t the blowjob anymore. We were in his shower and it was my job to make sure he was clean.

I gently sucked on his testicles, taking extra precise sure that there was no stains on his precious family jewels. And even if they were already as clean as they could be… It didn’t hurt clean them twice. Or thrice. Or as many times as he wanted.

The water kept dropping over both of us. I guess I was getting clean in the process as well, but that was more of an afterthought. A bonus effect. This was his morning procedure. His shower. And I was his ****, making sure he was clean for the day ahead.

This was it, right?

Doing this… was going to be the rest of my life?

…I’d have to get really good at it. I really, really did.

…What if he made Lana do this next time? And she was better?

I increased my sucking. I didn’t just want to be precise, I needed to be sensual too. I could make every shower he’d ever have to take fun! I just needed to put my head in the game. The same drive and effort that took me from nothing to become the editor of a major fashion magazine… If I’d use that drive here, I was going to be the best **** ever!

Damn, why did I fuck up in the test he gave me yesterday? He was right. I was dreaming about him fucking some other woman while he choked me almost constantly. It was selfish! This wasn’t about me! This was about him! I needed to understand his fantasies, not mine! Honestly… I wanted to hit myself over the head. What a failure!

Even if he allowed me to cum during the next week, I should refuse.

I hadn’t deserved it yet!

I increased the area of my licking to the underside of his shaft and his taint. But he didn’t seem to notice. His mind was elsewhere.

There was a subtle change in him yesterday night.

It was around the time that I finally locked this collar around my neck. The most meaningful moment of my entire life. Then he looked at his phone, and turned really contemplative.

Then he wanted to know about my history.

Which was more surprising than anything else that had happened that day.

I sort of really didn’t get very far. I told him about my origins, hometown, family… and my sister, Mimi.

I knew that part would be a shock to him. It was to most people.

Identical twins are usually inseparable, right? They stick through everything together, no matter what life throws at them.

Not me and Mimi.

Things got off bad during our teens. Before that, we were the cliché version of identical twins. Always together everywhere. Dressing exactly alike.

Then I wanted to try for some individuality.

First it was just a different color for shirt. Which was apparently a big problem for her.

Which really began annoying me. So then it was different shoes. Different earrings. Different makeup. And finally, without warning… One day… I cut my hair short.

I know. What a nightmare.

She never got over that. We weren’t a unit after that. We wanted to be our separate selves. Well, I at least wanted to be. She just had to do it too.

Somehow our relationship just grew worse and worse. It didn’t help that we had such awful parents, they definitely didn’t help the matters in any shape. I needed to get away.

There were several fights. Several awful fights.

And one day I just left.

I struggled to get my career started, but hey. Maria took me under her wing. And here I fucking was. Almost at the top of the totem pole in the fashion magazine industry. Well… I mean, here I was cleaning my master’s dick, and loving it! The me from three weeks ago thought she had reached the top… But the true apex was right here. Being on my knees, in front of Him, tasting His precious sweat.

Fashion was my big passion. That’s why I needed to try different styles from my twin. As similar as we were on the outside, inside we had different interests. Hers was being a lawyer, I guess.

Apparently she was quite good at it nowadays. I didn’t keep track. Not since the incident. Two years ago. I didn’t want to even think about it.

But master did. And asked about my whole history with Mimi, and that event specifically. After I told him everything, he seemed oddly satisfied. I had no idea why.

He suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled me up to his face.

“We are going to go see your sister.”

The next 3 hours… Nothing to really tell.

It was just driving. Across a few states.

Back to my hometown.

Master was just checking his phone the entire journey. He barely said anything.

He didn’t even play with my tits. Or grab my crotch.

…

W-Was this really going to happen? I was just suddenly going to meet my twin sister? After all this time? And not only that, we were going to give her a surprise visit?

And the most harrowing thought…

What was master going to make me do, once we got there?