Finding Normalcy

You stumble out of the room, your head spinning, images of women being tied, teased, punished, humiliated, pleasured, and every combination of those. Your hand finds the obsidian wall, as you try to breath, as you try to stop your mind from drowning in a sea of lust.

Your head won't stop pounding, as the images fade. It is only after a few minutes, that you feel it. Rebecca is hugging you from behind.

Her breasts are against your back, her face buried in your neck. Her words finally reach you. "It's ok, it's ok. Breath, breath, breath." Over and over, until you feel yourself returning to normal.

You whisper to her that you're feeling better. Only for her to ask what happened. You... you have to lie.

"I don't know, I just looked in there, and I... I tried to understand everything, but it just felt like so much, too much." Rebecca answers immediately. "You might've had a panic attack. I mean, it's a physical sensation of being overwhelmed, causing your body to sort of freak out. I guess... I guess that it would be a lot for you."

Rebecca the pre-med student strikes again, trying to explain everything. But just as quickly you feel guilty again. Rebecca the pet, trying to act like the world hasn't changed into a sick mockery of a game.

You need to keep up the lie though. "That might be it. I'd still like to lay down." Rebecca lets go of you. "Yeah, that would be what I'd suggest too. At the very least, I'll close the door, but try not to think about it anymore." The door shuts behind you. Rebecca waits, until you begin to move up the stairs. Probably doesn't want you to fall down them and break your neck.

You reach the apartment. Only for Rebecca to go back on her hands and knees. The warm feeling you'd had in the black room is a distant memory, as you walk back to your room. It had felt right then, but now, now it felt like you had jumped off a cliff and only after a few moments did you understand just how deep the gorge was. That the impact of what you had done was now inevitable.

You walked to your room, stopping, looking at Sephora's room. What was she thinking? Rebecca had been a good friend of hers, and now she was a pet. How would you react to that? What would happen now? You open your door and walk to your bed, laying down. Rebecca climbs up onto the bed.

It's silent for a moment. Then, Rebecca speaks. "I'm sorry. This must be a lot for you. We finally figure out how to say we love each other. Only for this to happen. I've had this fantasy, of you collaring me and making me yours for... I don't even know how long. But to you, this is the first day. I threw you at light speed into a kink that you didn't understand and expected you to be like, Oh hell yes, yes please."

Her hand guides yours to her face. "But I just want you to know, this isn't some terrible trial for me. Treat me like your pet, it's what I've always wanted. I've always wanted to be a pet, and I've always wanted you to be my master."

"But if that's too much for you, we can just act as a normal boyfriend and girlfriend. Though I guess I have to follow orders and not walk on two feet. And no dates going to the movies. Unless you want to watch porn with me, as that's the only movies we have. Although, I actually do have a couple of games that work on my computer. That might be a nice date, considering our options. Although, you might need to be the one playing. I don't want to ruin the material on the chair..."

Right, she'd be dripping all over the chair... Wait a minute.

You sit up, before you stand up. "I'm going to check for flowers. They might've come back over night. If you don't have to worry about those, maybe we could have a sort of normal date."

You go to the closet, turning on the light to see 6 flowers. You quickly tear them apart, before you go and look under your desk. Nothing, only to find two more flowers in your drawers. The flowers seem to like the dark, so you look, finding them in many places. Finally, you feel like you got them all, as you walk to the bed. Only to see something.

You go to the hole in the wall you made yesterday. You turn, looking into the wall as much as you can. Only to see many flowers. Turning, you see more on the other side.

The flowers are in the walls. You could tear down every wall, but then who knows if they'd find a way under your floors, above your ceilings. You could tear apart everything, and never be sure. So you come to the conclusion you don't want to make.

There is no normalcy. You can't escape the flowers, you can't escape the app. This is the new normal.