Emily Thonged to Submission(Recap POV)

Duncan was a great friend to have. While she could easily stand up for herself, it was just easier to have a guy to hang out with that didn’t expect something from her. A guy that didn’t see her body, just her. Of course, her mom had been planning their wedding since they held hands on the playground when she was two, but things just weren’t like that with Duncan and her. He was like her brother, and always would be. Which would make her smile, except that she was starting to get annoyed that Duncan was making her wait. For what, she had no idea, but she was starting to think a rematch on Smash was not the reason. Whatever it was, she hoped she could help.

“Hey Em, I need some advice. There’s this girl I’m seeing online...”

Emily was equal parts surprised, excited, and concerned. Duncan never had much of an interest in dating before, but on the rare occasions he was interested in a girl, Emily was the one to decipher the situation and see if he had a chance. Still...she felt like Duncan wasn’t being truthful. So she was going to give him a hard time. She smiled “You? Seeing a girl? No way Dunk, I call BS.”

She expected a retort, or for him to be defensive in some way, but he just took a deep breath and sighed. Maybe this was real, and he was being truthful. Did she misread the situation?

“Yeah, it’s not something I wanted to tell you until I was sure about her. And I’m a little...embarrassed to ask this, but can you tell me what you think of these, as a gift?” Before she could ask, she saw him drop something into her hands. She looked down and her mind went blank. Then she felt rage. She was too mad to be grossed out. A thong?! What...was he thinking?!

“What the hell, Duncan? This is a thong! Why would you...” she heads something whisper, indecipherable. “consider this...” it grew louder, clearer, “as...a gift...?” It was hard to make out but it was undeniable what she heard.

“Wear me. Obey master. ” That’s what the voice in her head was saying, over and over. What the hell was going on? Did this...garment, have a small speaker? No, that was coming from in her head. Was she going crazy? She fussed at herself to get it together. She was probably still in shock from this... “gift”. Even though she didn’t own any, I t’s not like she thought thongs were slutty or anything. THIS one was, at least. And as gift, so early in the relationship? What the hell did they talk about “online”? No one used that term anymore, not really, so she was feeling even more like he was lying. Which meant this was a gift for someone he had met. And why the hell did he think she was going to be calm about this, or think this was a good idea?

All the while, the voice grew louder and louder, penetrating deeper into her thoughts. At first it was like a gentle buzzing, but now it was almost like a swarm. At the same time, it was gentle, but insistent. Like a mother waking her child.

“Yeah, I know. It’s kinda weird as a gift, but she said to be spontaneous and sexy. Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I’m asking you to try it on, I just wanted to get your opin...” that snapped her out of it. Out of all the things he would have asked her, this felt the most like a betrayal. Don’t worry about it? He wanted her opinion? Yeah right! And why the hell would he think she would want to try it on? What kind of girl did he think she was? Like she would ever wear something so racy!

“Duncan! This is kinda perverted! We are like family! Have I ever come to you about boy-stuff before?”

Duncan looked like he was panicking. Good. “No, but we are friends, and I would think we could talk to each other about anything...” he looked like he was starting to sweat and was staring at her with wide eyes.

“Yeah, but this? This is weird! And you have seen my underwear drawer, thank you very much. You know I don’t wear things like this.” Why would he think she would want to wear this? Like she could ever imagine wearing something so revealing, so silky and frilly. The buzzing was back, but she couldn’t be deterred from her thoughts now. She couldn’t even begin to think about how it would feel, sliding up her smooth legs, the gentle fabric pressed against her skin before finally tightly covering her modest sex. Like she would ever allow this fabric to rub against her pussy, clearly outlining her mound, her perfect hips, and her firm but pliable ass. How dare he think that! Like she would ever want to...

“Um, Em?...Then why are you wearing it?”

She just stared at him, utterly disgusted and annoyed. “What the hell are you talking about? It’s right here in my...” She went to hold up her hand but when she looked at it, it was empty. That’s strange...she knew she had it in her hand...she looked down to see if it was on the ground when she noticed her pants, and underwear, on the ground...

And the thong gripping firmly to her skin. Her mind blanked again, the voice still firm and insistent in her head. Then she freaked out.

“What the hell is going on?!” Her voice squeaked higher than she thought possible. How in the hell was she wearing them? She knew she didn’t put them on, but she knew she wasn’t going crazy. Or was she? Did Duncan...do something to her? The scenarios started racing through her head.

“Em, I can explain...”

“Did you...**** me? Knock me out? Hypnotize me?” She felt like she was going to shake apart. She felt violated, utterly betrayed and full of rage. “Why would you do this to me? I thought I was your-“

‘****’

She blinked. “um...I am your-“

‘****’

She knew she heard something clearly that time. It threw her off, and something in her mind shifted. “Did you hear that?”

‘You know it’s true, you’ve known since you came here that you were going to give yourself to him. To Master.’

She shuddered internally. That word. She should be disgusted, offended, and all sorts of pissed off. But it gave her a thrill she was not prepared for. Something stirred inside her, something that wasn’t there before.

‘You are wrong, we are friends! He is my M...friend, I came over to play with him...video games!’ She scolded herself. What the hell?

‘You are nothing but his ****, he owns you, he will fuck you, and he will make you his. Master is everything. You must submit to him.’

‘Shut up shut up shut up!’ she screamed at her inner voice.

“...hear anything. Emily, I don’t know why you are wearing that, only that you did it...”

‘You must obey Master. You are his ****. You must do anything to bring him pleasure. You are his fuck toy. You must obey. Obey. Obey Master. You will obey Master. Obedience is pleasure. Submission is pleasure. To have pleasure, you must submit. To submit means to become Master’s ****. You are Master’s ****’

“...would never have **** you into something like that. You are my best...”

“****..” she blurted out, slapping her hand to her mouth, eyes wide. Where the thong covered her skin, she felt instant and unbelievable pleasure. Her skin was alive with sensation, and she had to bite down to keep back a moan. “Friend...friend is what I meant to say. Where the hell did that come from?” There was no way that this...voice...this other her could be having this kind of affect. She stared at Mas...Duncan and started to feel her rage subsiding, replaced by something just as powerful but much hungrier.

“Em...I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

‘Obey. Obey. Obey. Obey. You are a ****. You must submit to Master. Obey. Obey. Obey. Obey.’

Master...Duncan! started to strip, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As he did, she couldn’t help but be drawn to his perfect body. His abs. His broad chest. His strong arms. His giant cock...with a peculiar ring around it. She could barely even focus on that, though, with how hot he was making her. Master...? came closer and motioned to the couch. “You should...”

“Obey.” She felt the pleasure again, this time radiating out from the thong to the rest of her body. It was like a wave that expanded out and then retracted, all the way to her clit, where it exploded like a firework.

‘Yes, ****. Obedience is pleasure. Submission is pleasure. Master demands obedience. You must listen.’ She almost nodded in agreement, and then realized what she was doing. This other ‘her’ was wrong! She was Emily! Emily, not Master’s ****. Not his fuck toy, his to command, to do with what he wanted. She wasn’t...wasn’t...wasn’t a ****.

Right?

“Sit.” He finished, and she instantly sat. She felt the pleasure rebound through her body again and again she had to bite back a moan. She felt like she could have stopped herself, should have stopped herself. But something in her didn’t want to resist. Wanted to obey, to obey Master. To do as he wished, to submit herself to him. It wasn’t the voice, there was no way. It couldn’t affect her. This was...just something she wanted to do. For him.

When he took a deep breath, she snapped out of her thoughts. “How are you feeling? What are you feeling?”

She almost laughed. She was feeling a lot of things, not one she felt like sharing. So she was just going to keep her mouth shut and...“I feel like I’m talking to myself, a weirder and sluttier version of myself. It keeps saying words and I’m trying to ignore it. I feel **** and violated that I’m here half-naked and confused, angry, and frustrated that I am starting to lose control of something inside me.”

She mentally kicked herself. Shut up shut up! It’s like she couldn’t help but answer Master honestly. It scared her, how easily she was obeying Master. How hot and horny she felt with him naked just inches from her. But she couldn’t help but wonder, why was he naked? Did he know he was doing this to her? Or was he oblivious and being manipulated?

“I feel annoyed that maybe I am saying more than I really want to say out loud.” She looked up at Master and paused, “and I feel curious, scared, and unintentionally horny that you are standing naked in front of me.”

Master looked shocked when she told him he was naked, which confirmed some of what she thought.

‘You don’t need to think. You need to obey. To submit. A **** obeys. Master’s **** doesn’t need to think. She needs to please Master. So that Master will fuck her, own her, make her his. Silly thoughts get in the way, you only need to obey...’ and the mantra continued on. What seemed like seconds to anyone else was hours inside Emily’s head as she heard these words over and over, having a harder and harder time protesting them, denying them, until she started to chant them herself, the voice all but stopping and just being replaced with her own.

“Em, I didn’t...I don’t know how...you have to understand, I didn’t do anything! I just needed...”

“To fuck me, own me, and make me yours.” This time, as she said it, her toes curled and she moaned gently. The rebound was stronger this time, and she didn’t stop herself. She felt every feeling, reveling in the pleasure of obeying Master. She shook her head and stood up, pushing Master back as she did. If she didn’t stop and take a stand now, she was going to lose herself. She willed every last ounce of resistance to the surface. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I am going to fuck you...I mean I am going to be your fuck toy...I mean I’m such an obedient **** for you!”

With every word, she grew more flushed and bothered. She grunted in frustration, which, even that, sounded sexier than she intended. She **** herself to calm down, to tamp down the hunger to obey and the desire to submit to his cock that threatened to consume her. “Duncan, help me to understand all of this. Help me to understand what a slutty little **** I am and what I need to do to become yours forever...” she again slapped her hand over her mouth. No! This wasn’t what she wanted to say!...right? Her mind started to get a little fuzzy and she had to stifle a giggle, even as Master looked pained at her admission.

‘That’s right, it’s good to obey. Silly thoughts keep you from being a good little ****. Just submit and obey.’ She felt her thing start to move on its own, pressing against her clit as it repeated its mantra again.

She wanted it to stop...she wanted to put her clothes back on and go home...she wanted...she wanted...

To obey.

“Take off your shirt and bra.”

He barely finished his words before Emily was completely naked in front of him. “Yes sir.” As she said it, she took a sharp intake of breath and let out a long, quiet moan. It felt so good to obey, to let Master command her how he wanted. Even as he stood there, deep in thought, she waited for him to do something, demand something, more. She was ready. A small part of her screamed and twisted and fought, but she was too...fogged to care. It’s as if the pleasure and Master’s words were more than her own thoughts. Silly thoughts.

He strode toward her and grabbed her by the hair. He looked into his eyes and the last of her resistance and rage stared back. But it was finally snuffed out, her new feelings now dominating every part of her mind. She was overwhelmed with a desire to submit to him. To become his and please him forever. She had never felt this strongly about anything before. Did she...ever feel this way? Was it buried, finally brought to the surface? Or was this something inseminated into her brain, to grow bigger than her original self?

Before her other self was able to stop her silly thoughts, he kissed her. He was commanding her with his lips against hers. To let him take them. And she felt nothing but passion behind the kiss. She surrendered her lips. They were his. As he invaded her mouth with his tongue, she felt herself give more ground willingly. She yielded to him with no resistance, small sounds of pleasure humming up her throat. She was never a kisser before, never gave it much thought. But this...surrender was so much sweeter than she thought it would ever be.

He pulled her back and she saw him take a deep breath. She was so surprised at what she saw there. A darkness, something primal and powerful. Something she never saw in Master before. It made her even wetter, that he was so much more than she realized. There was no turning back, no more resistance. She wanted this, wanted him. Wanted to submit. She was ready.

She suddenly got nervous. What if he rejected her? What if he decided he didn’t want her after this whole time as a friend. She had to convince e him! “Please, master, I need you. Take this body as yours. Let me serve you, now and always.”

His whole demeanor changed, looking much like that beast she thought she saw inside him. He threw her on the couch, showing her his answer. Telling her who he was, making her see him as he really was. Her...

“Master”

She wasn’t even sure who said the word, but that didn’t make it any less true. She giggled softly, almost inaudibly, as Master kneeled between her already open legs, already waiting to welcome her conqueror to his new realm. The sensations the thing was giving her were finally starting to show on her face, her mouth parted, her eyes glazed with submissive bliss, a **** to her desires and his.

Even so, she begged him with her eyes, her wetness glistening in the open air. How that happened without her moving the clothing aside she didn’t know, acknowledge, or care. Those were silly thoughts. All that mattered was the man in front of her and the monster attached to him. Which he suddenly thrust into her waiting pussy.

Her mouth jutted open in a perfect, noiseless O. Obedience is pleasure, sweet beautiful pleasure. And suddenly becoming a **** felt so much better than she knew it would be. She ran her nails gently down his back as he stretched her past what she thought was her limit. Still, she wanted, needed more. She begged into his ear, hoping her Master would oblige. Hoping that she was good enough.

Good for her, it seemed he wasn’t about to slow down. When he started to move, she felt like he was taking her slowly, gently. Appreciating his newest acquisition. She moaned and giggled, loving every single inch sliding in and out. She couldn’t imagine her being able to handle more than this. Then he picked up speed, grinding more forcefully, becoming that beast she feared and admired and craved.

Her gentle coos became shorter and a bit higher pitched as she started to pant and moan louder and louder. She grabbed his shoulders, bracing herself from the ****, and wrapped her legs around his back. He grabbed her shoulders and picked up the pace, wildly pounding her without restraint. She threw her head back, one long moan that was growing to a crescendo, warning him that she was close. From how he tended up, he was too.

He thrust in and held her, staring into her eyes as he grunted and moaned, exploding inside of her, his cock releasing more and more seed inside her. She felt his seed fill her, warm and jolting with every spurt. She finally hit her climax and let out a high scream, tensing up and gripping him tightly. After what seemed like an hour, they relaxed and he fell to the floor next to her. They both laid there, trying to catch their breath, with the same question on their mind.