Consolations

Callie lowers her skirt, before sitting down. Her tears still flow, but now it is less active sobbing and more a continuous stream with small sniffling whimpers. There is silence for a bit, as both parties sit trying to process what is going on, how the other is thinking in that moment.

"How?" Ben's sentence is squeezed out through a wave of confusion, fear, and abject shock. But as the word breaks the surface, the rest continue. "I thought... I thought the purpose of this whole thing was to get me to sleep with women. And you..." His words stopped. Would it hurt her, would it make her cry more if he said, 'and you were designed to be the easiest of them all'? It was a cruel irony, making somebody crave this place, only to rob them of it, to make them starve, giving them the invitation to the buffet, then ripping it from their hands and tearing it to pieces in front of them.

"It must be... a contestant. Somebody doesn't want me to be with you." Callie says this through tears, but the thought process starts to dry them, as she starts to get annoyed, almost angry. "But I've been friends with all of them or at least cool with all of them for a long time... Although... Maybe it was Wendy?" Callie wasn't accusing her with no evidence, it is more a postulation. Who wouldn't want Callie to sleep with Ben? Wendy had told Callie, not even a few hours ago, that she wasn't interested in sharing. And almost immediately that belt had shown itself. The timing was suspicious.

"Now, we can't know that. And even if she did, I, I'm not sure what she hoped to gain by it." But even as Ben says it, the clues point to her. Callie and her are both submissive, was she afraid that Callie would steal her thunder, replace her? That and her words when they broke up, when she said he wasn't a real man. Was this so that he'd be **** to have sex with her, to drive up the stakes before the two of them met on their own date?

"Well, that doesn't matter now. We need to decide... what to do about tonight." Ben says this, but he can see that she is already brushing the tears from her eyes with the napkin that the table had been set with. Though part of him can't help but notice that her makeup is not quite as ruined as it should be. She doesn't look like a raccoon, but it had just the slightest smudge. A look that almost seems like she had just been fucked.

Callie looks at him, her doe eyes piercing whatever counterarguments he might've made. "I want to sleep in the same bed as you. I can't offer myself to you like I wanted, but I can at least make it pleasurable for you." She doesn't say it explicitly, but Ben knows that after last night, even if he did demand she sleep on the couch, there was no escaping it.

"Fine. But I'm not your master." Callie, despite crying earlier, giggles, and it makes Ben feel like the world lightened by many magnitudes. "That's ok. I guess that we can put off swearing my lifelong submission until the second date." It's clearly a joke, but Ben can't help but join in her laughter in a wry way. Gotta save that big moment for the second date. Although...

"Callie, you have Bonus Points right? Maybe you can fix this in the morning?" Callie looks at Ben, before nodding. "Still, it sort of sucks the fun out of tonight though." Ben reaches forward, grabbing her hand and holding it in his. "It does. But the date before it was pretty great." Callie looks him in the eyes, and he sees a bit of determination in her eyes. "Well, I won't let it be a complete write-off. Go to bed, I'll join you in a bit."

Ben looks at her, before nodding. He stands up, walking from the table, leaving his date where she had been crying. Knowing he might regret not putting his foot down now, but not having it in his heart to crush her hopes a second or third time.

Ben takes off his clothes when he gets into the room, before putting on a light pair of pajama pants. He could put on a top too, but part of him knows its useless. And even he can somehow resist whatever is coming, he knows that he wants to feel their skin rubbing against one another. She deserves at least that much. Ben doesn't know what he is going to do other than that. His resistance, that he had built up over the course of this whole stay, was like a teetering tower.

And with a gust of wind, Callie enters the room. She is wearing a black bra and a garterbelt with stockings. The bra has no material in the cup, leaving her nipples exposed. And for all of how it felt like the end of the world half an hour ago, the chastity belt almost feels like one more piece of her outfit, framed by the garterbelt and stockings. Her beautiful pale skin is on display and Ben feels himself grow hard. But unlike last night, there is no harsh look. She looks at him, at his muscled chest, and he sees her bite her lip in arousal.

She walks forward, before getting in the opposite side of the bed, before scooting over. Her hand finds his chest, rubbing along the hair there. "So now what? I want to give you whatever you want. So what do you want?" Ben looks at her, before he finds the words he wants. "How about we cuddle and see where the night takes us?"

Callie smiles at that. "God, I think even if I wasn't submissive, you'd win me over. Yuki must have done her R and D." Ben stays silent at this, trying to will away the circumstances surrounding them. Instead, he looks at her. Really looks at her. His hand traces along her collarbone, where there is a black heart tattooed just above her breast. "This might sound stupid, but I've never really looked at your tattoos before. I've always been distracted by, well you know." Callie can't help but laugh at this. "Yeah, you couldn't keep your eyes off me or the other girls. Given that, I imagine you must have the self control of a saint as well. That, and I'm not a full sleeves type girl, only a few small ones here and there."

"So how about I give you a tour." Her hand takes his, making his fingers rub along her collarbone. "This is a black heart. I actually got it after my previous boyfriend left. He was a jerk, and I thought that if he really liked me, and not just my goth clothes, he'd be real sad about missing this tattoo. He loved my breasts most of all." Her hand drags Ben's down to her thigh. There Ben sees a rose, high up on the inside of her thigh. "And this was one of the first tattoos that I got when I decided to live it up. Nobody but my lovers will see this one after all." Her hand moves again, taking it to her arm. There Ben sees a string of letters. "It's programming. It's dumb, it means open heart, execute love function. Still, I find it funny and I sort of have a fondness for it, though I will admit that I got it while I was drunk."

Then his hand moves to her upper bicep. There, he finds a blue butterfly. "Have you ever played a game series called Persona before? Blue butterflies feature prominently, and it has an underlying meaning of finding yourself, your place in life. In overcoming great odds and becoming your true self. It doesn't quite go with my other ones, and I got it before I embraced being a goth, back when I was just the little forgettable nerd. Maybe I should dye it black so it goes with the rest."

Ben looks at her, and he feels himself falling in love. The sheer innocence in the statement, the way she doesn't even think before telling him that silly reason that is so quintessentially her. A genuineness more sexy than 1000 pleas of submission ever could be.

"I'm ready." The words fall from his lips, like they mean the world, like this is part of some grand ritual. "Ready for what?" Callie says, looking at him, confused. "Ready to say what you said before. I want to give you what you want. If you want to swear your eternal submission to me, you can do that. If you want me to lick your breasts until you cum, I'll do that too. I want to love you like we're not in the middle of some spooky place. I want to love you completely."

"Oh, and keep it blue. I did first notice you when you were goth and I like it, but I also have a bit of a soft spot for nerdy girls too."

After a second to process, Callie makes her first move, kissing Ben like the very world rests on the moment, her tongue dancing with his, moving, begging for his affection, getting it, basking in it. It was a kiss that was a statement of love, submission, worship, and countless indescribable emotions all in one.

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Emma knew something was wrong the second it happened. One moment she was laying on her bed, thinking about the next couple of rounds, trying to game out how they would go, and then her thoughts were invaded by a thought, utterly foreign.

I should apologize to Ben for putting Callie in a chastity belt.

She had thought this might happen. She was the one who had told Maricela to buy the chastity belt after all. Though she hoped her hired gun approach would shield her from the consequences. She was the one who did the research, looked through the catalog. That knew they had the points.

I should apologize to Ben for putting Callie in a chastity belt.

But just because she wasn't the one that pulled the trigger, didn't mean she was innocent. Even those who watch from the outside knows that even a person who employs a hitman can be charged with ****. Maybe if the others also had Justice Served, they would also feel the bite of it, or maybe the magic knew that she was the mastermind of this scheme.

I should apologize to Ben for putting Callie in a chastity belt.

She tries to relax, thinking through that reasoning that had made her go through with this plan anyways. Emma was used to analyzing body language. And Ben was clearly uncomfortable with just how enthusiastic Callie was about the whole **** thing. The belt was more to protect Ben from Callie seducing him in the night. Or for the possibility that Emma was wrong, that Ben would fall to Callie's charms.

I should apologize to Ben for putting Callie in a chastity belt.

That leaves her with one consolation. At least when she asks in the morning, Ben should just brush it off and forgive her. Right?