Relaxation

The nondescript blaring of the cartoons on the TV did little to assuage your fear. Crystal, in all her helpfulness, had just permanently changed the trajectory of your life, for better or worse.

The sounds echoed in the background as your mind wrestled with thought after thought; what would happen with Lisa? How could you live like this? Why is the back of my neck still ice cold? Your hands, deciding to take initiative as the first body part to freak out, turned clammy as a thought of Lisa returning in a mindless frenzy. The thought shot across your mind like a rocket. The night you two had shared before, enraptured in a blissful, erotic fervor - was now tainted with your own version of a scarlet letter - the flood of cum that caressed your bottom in the morning, the smoking gun.

A forlorn buzz served to stir you from whatever ruminations that occupied your poor brain. As you looked towards the source of the sound - your phone - you noticed a message from Lisa.

Your heart sank, as the facial recognition opened up a preview of her text.

"Almost done. Coming straight home." A fairly innocuous text made deafeningly ominous by the period at the end. You threw your phone onto the sofa and sunk your hands in your face, the familiar feeling of fear spreading across your body with an insidious creep, as if the tendrils had grabbed hold of your every nerve. Your stomach twisted and turned, as you grappled with the unknown.

As if on cue, another message from Lisa served to deliver you from the obscure.

"On the bike ;)." Lisa appended a selfie to the message; she was flush with sweat, and her neon pink sports bra was made into a dark burgundy after her long workout, with her soft, pudgy stomach glistening in the dry light of the gym. Her light grey pair of leggings suffered a similar fate, rendered nearly black by the amount of sweat that was on her, with a thick package nearly bursting the legging seams around her crotch.

Every pixel of that picture further sank the pit in your stomach - even before the binding, Lisa became a different person after working out; you recalled times where she'd go straight to her room after the gym for a few hours and come out looking just as disheveled as when she arrived. Coupled with the bomb that Crystal dropped on you, a small violin might as well have appeared above you to play a farewell to arms.

In a feeble attempt to quell whatever fearful core was gnawing away at your insides, you decided to go into the fridge and have a beer in an attempt to clear your mind. Sauntering over to the fridge, you grabbed a bottle and opened the cap with a satisfying *pop*, before downing the golden liquid. The slightly bitter ale materialized on your tongue, giving you a moment of respite in the flavor and warmth, before settling in your empty stomach. Resigning yourself to sit on the couch, you tuned back into the cartoons, beer in hand, as you awaited Lisa's return.

Your phone buzzed once more - this time, Crystal's name popped up onto the screen.

"Everything okay, Doug? I'm worried."

"Yeah, just sat down and having a beer."

"Ok, you know I'm a moment away if you need anything. Just text SOS and I'll come straight home :)."

The listless conversation between you and your sister served to pass the time, as you downed the rest of the beer, before getting another. The liquid went down easier this time, and the warmth began to spread across your body, leaving you happily content to laugh at the shitty animations on the TV.

*Buzz*

You looked at your phone with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, slowly feeding off of one another as your hand shakily reached for the ph- oh, it was just Tania. Aunt Abby had introduced you two when she made you go to the gym with her a few weeks ago; you two had gotten on well enough for her to ask for your phone number to help you train, nothing out of the ordinary, as she was fairly kind and straightforward.

"Hey Doug! You up to go to the gym tomorrow morning with me? We can work on your form :)"

"Sure, how about 10ish? Trying to sleep in as much as I can."

"You lazy ass! Of course, 10 sounds great. I'll see you there."

You put your phone down and went to the bathroom, the second beer content to hijack your bladder and turn you into a racehorse. Walking back up the stairs, you passed your bedroom, and the familiar scent of Lisa's conquest last night wafted under your nostrils, sending a jolt through your spine, and causing your ass to slightly pucker. Shaking the thoughts out of your head, you finished your business in the bathroom and returned to the sofa, splaying out over the cushions and sinking into a relief. Until your phone buzzed once more - this time, a different cadence, signifying quick messages in succession.

Lisa's name flashed across the screen.

"On my way back."

"For you. When I'm home."

An unloaded image pinged onto your messages; damn Lisa and her high-quality futaPhone. An countdown presented itself on your screen, as your shitty WiFi slowly chipped away at the file, each tick increasing your heart rate.

Suddenly, the massive image flared on your screen. Your heart crept up into your throat, and nearly evaporated.

A soft, chubby belly gave way to a beercan thick, engorged, porcelain cock that stared back at you through the screen. Thick strands of red pubic hair caked around the base of the member, with veins running all the way up to the end of the thick foreskin, revealing a reddened head peeking out from the skin. A clear river of precum leaked from the opening of her cock, down her freckled hand, and onto the forest of pubes. Lisa had taken the initiative, and sent you a picture of her cock. You put your phone down, your hands in your face once more, as Crystal's ominous words exploded in your head.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

You brought yourself to pick the phone up to look at the message previews, but your fear prevented you from opening them further.

"I can see that you viewed the message."

"You're going to take it."

"Doug, answer me. I need you."

The final message had two emojis followed by a question mark; a pair of lips and a peach burned an image onto the screen, and into your retinas. Lisa was presenting you with a choice. An unavoidable, animalistic choice. Even through the phone, you felt the lecherous drive of the binding influencing her every breath, each minute away from you like a small dose of gasoline being added to a fire. The similar pang of fear ripped across the front of your brain like a punch to the face, as your living room suddenly felt as if it had turned into an ice box. Nearly shaking, you picked up your phone and opened your messages.