Spiraling out (sub liz route)

<!--StartFragment-->Jimmy put Tiffany into a state where she couldn’t hear anything he said and she felt absolute panic without being able to vocalize it or thrash.

Then he spent 2 hours loudly talking about how perfect and great she was, absolute over the top love bombing her well she couldn’t even perceive it.

But Liz could, she could hear all of it and she desperately wished it was her. Tiffany had told her to shut the fuck up and lick her pussy and the entire conversation before hand was lost in the static.

It had been a nonstop whirlwind of sex and humiliation. This was the first time Liz had a chance to evaluate the choice she had actually made. The collar felt suddenly tighter, the actual weight of it becoming more noticeable.

Liz’s eyes went back to the picture for the hundredth time. This wasn’t even the first time she had cried well fingering herself thinking about that cock.

19 years old and pretty much all of it trauma, her fingers moved faster as memories and fantasies jumped and jumbled, mixing into each other.

Laying on her doggie bed she felt like everything was spinning and despite laying down felt like she would fall.

Nobody needed to tell her that having a loud disruptive orgasm would not be received well but unable to stop the bus in time before rocketing off the cliff, in absolute desperation she opened her mouth and took a big bite of the gross old dog bed, clenching her teeth tightly she managed to muffle the vast majority of the noises she made through one of the most depraved orgasms Liz had ever experienced.

In her wildest dreams she never would have imagined something like this

Liz fell asleep crying well fingering herself as quietly as possible.