FK - Submissive

From Amelie’s perspective, there must have been plenty of chances for you to avoid what was coming. She must have thought that you had all these opportunities to make different choices and get away.

But she is probably wrong about that. Ever since you first laid eyes on her at the camp, let alone did interesting things with her, you worshipped Amelie. Not just her beauty, not just the raw sexual attractiveness of her curvaceous body, and not just her graceful, untouchable demeanor. It was all of those things combined.

You spent your whole life having crushes on girls, but Amelie isn’t like them.

You were honest with her that night when you told her that you wanted her.

In the weeks that followed, she started being honest with you. The games continued. She stayed dignified, encouraging you to focus on your team and play well. With Amelie as your motivation, you played your heart out and did extremely well.

But… you still noticed things. Like that case that Amelie received in the middle of the night.

That rifle in her closet, and… other things.

Between those moments, in the times that you found alone with Amelie, she shared a little of herself with you. Not by talking, but with her desires. You started to learn some of the things that she liked. She’s very whimsical. She likes a little of this and a little of that, and it all comes down to her mood on any given night. It fascinates you, because she’s so unpredictable: but whatever she wants, you are there for it.

Julieta hates you. You’ve replaced her completely. Amelie is still sweet to her and supports her in soccer, but Julieta’s never in the bedroom with you two anymore.

Amelie has begun to disappear from the camp, sometimes for days at a time. Every time she comes back, she’s more exhausted, and sometimes injured.

You can tell that she’s grateful to have you waiting for her. You are a source of unconditional affection, and it’s not lost on you that she uses you to relax and relieve her own tension. That might be a problem if you didn’t enjoy it so much.

It’s just you and her. There’s no one else, but you aren’t dating. It’s not even a traditional master-slave relationship. In fact, it starts to feel with her being worn so thin by whatever work she is doing, that you are assuming the role of the master, in a sense. She needs you. Or it would be more accurate to say that she needs someone. She obviously can’t talk about what she’s doing, but she knows inside that if she did tell you, you would be supportive. You don’t just help her unwind and forget about work, you give her someone to hold at night and keep the loneliness away.

That’s what’s on your mind as you stand there in six-inch spikes and a see-through, mesh catsuit that hides nothing about your body. Your erection is constrained by it, pressing against your belly. Your hands are cuffed together and held over your head. Amelie no longer has to chain you up to anything. You know that if you’re standing, your hands are up and not to come down. If you’re on a bed, even if your hands and feet aren’t cuffed to the posts, you have to keep them there as though they are.

It's been six weeks since FUTA began. You won your game today, and now you’re in a hotel room in the city. As you wait, the shower runs. Amelie is in there. She’s been gone for two days, and she met you here at the hotel. She always looks fabulous, but you have learned to spot it when she’s tired or feeling rough.

She’s definitely feeling rough tonight.

You are standing in front of the big windows, and luckily you’re on like the tenth floor, so only someone in another building with a telescope can really see you… but still, you are on display. The city looks pretty at night.

Thunder rumbles and the shower stops.