agreement

The woman knew she couldn’t push Lucy too far all at once or she’d realize what was going on and/or completely snap out of it. She couldn’t handle the truth this early, thought the woman. She and everyone else would have to do this slowly to get Lucy to accept her true self.

“Yes, when you’re with Max,” she said. Lucy noticed she sounded almost disappointed.

“You... you think he would like that?” asked Lucy almost moaning as the woman had abandoned petting her lower back and now was rubbing her ass and the lower part of her tummy. Lower...lower... she kept thinking but couldn’t say it. Lucy was not a lesbian and was not into older men let alone an older woman but she was so turned on that she wanted the woman’s hands to start moving towards her nearly sopping vagina or at the very least to start playing with her nipples. Lucy was in such a fog she hadn’t even noticed that the woman was not really paying attention to the road to see if Max was coming.

“I don’t know if he will and honestly he might freak out a little but I know that if he loves you and if you like this he’ll want to help you. Plus if I remember correctly he put the collar on you to begin with so it sounds like he’s the perfect person to try opening up to about this.”

Lucy was not consciously sure why she was even entertaining this thought. The logical part of her mind that was entirely drowned out by arousal knew it was her **** need to cum, but logic left some time between getting out of a cop car naked and discussing her pussy with a stranger. She knew she didn’t really like this but she also knew she’d be willing to try just about any sort of sexually deviant behavior just to experience the clarity of being post orgasm. Her inner thighs were soaked and her vaginal lips were completely parted. She was moaning loudly not at all realizing they had left any form of normal human interaction behind.

The woman knew that she had to keep her on edge. She also knew that if she came she might clear her head and then they’d have to start this process all over. It was a delicate balance to maintain and Lucy was so close to orgasm the woman knew she needed to stop teasing her and cool for a little bit.

“Is that his truck?” said the woman and Lucy, who was now starting to drool a bit, became slightly aware and poked her head up. The woman knew it wasn’t but needed an interruption to pull her hands away.

“No... this... I mean... that is green. His... Max’s car... I mean truck... is red,” She was still moaning as her body chased the woman’s hands as she pulled away. She however stayed on all fours, naked, collared, and more turned on than she had ever been.

“Oh I’m sorry. I don’t know why I was thinking green. Anyway what were we talking about? Oh yeah. Your boyfriend. If he truly loves you he’ll support you. I know it’s not the most modern thing to say but there’s nothing wrong with a woman being submissive and it seems like that might be part of who you are. Sometimes part of a submissive fantasy is being treated as less than human. A play thing. A...”

“A... pet?”

The woman paused. She wasn’t sure if Lucy was asking defensively, meaning the game was up, or out of curiosity. The look in Lucy’s eyes said curiosity and the woman trusted her instincts.

“Sure... maybe. It’s different for everyone. It’s not bad. You don’t have to think or make tough decisions, You’re taken care of, even pampered.”

“You mean when we’re playing the fantasy?” Lucy had calmed down a little but was still incredibly aroused.

The woman was trying to be realistic but when the whole world was trying to get Lucy to accept her role she wanted to be the one who finally got her to accept the truth. Full time. Patience is a virtue, The woman reminded herself.

“Sure, just when you’re doing the fantasy. You can be normal when not in the fantasy but who doesn’t want to be pampered all the time?” She said trying to sound facetious but really meaning it.

Lucy did like the idea of being pampered. She also knew she got so stressed out making decisions but as her arousal got lower the feelings of guilt and shame returned. Tears started to well. Lucy remembered she was naked outside, collared, on all fours. She had been seen by so many people. She let the woman touch her. The tears were rolling down her face.

Max still wasn’t there. The woman didn’t even know if he was coming since it was not part of the original plan, she was never supposed to have access to a phone. The woman had to act quickly otherwise Lucy would backslide into a panic attack.