Good Girlfriends Squirm

Chapter 23 - Good Girlfriend Protocols - Good Girlfriends Squirm

Emma lies on the bed in her maid outfit, hog tied and gagged, stewing in her own soaking wet arousal as the belt gradually lowers the intensity of its fucking back to slow deep strokes and its vibrations down to low intensity pulses, with its objective of wrapping Emma now complete.

Its slow intensity reduction torturously drags Emma's arousal from its peak, leaving just enough casual licks and low vibrations to stop her from losing sensitivity or being able to rest. it does however, allow her foggy mind time to slowly clear.

As she wiggles about in her bound and gagged state with slow licks on her clit continuing, her predicament becomes clear. Her helpless and aroused state highlights just how deep her depravity has become, she realizes that she let this happen, was complicit in the predicament she finds herself in, even if it was through a haze of deep arousal and a naughty small part of her mind cheers with excitement in the background as a small twinge of arousal accompanies the thought.

Emma struggles in her bonds slightlyt but it doesn't help; she's bound tight, and her struggling only winds the cuffs tighter, forcing her elbows closer together. She is well and truly bound, her body tied and gagged, helpless to stop anyone from using her, helpless to stop Evan from using her and for as long as he pleases. Her body clenches powerfully at the thought as several mantras cascade through her head, overwhelming her with need ('goodgirlfriend,please,suck,obey,present,listen.obey,fuck'). It takes several moments for the deluge of mantras to slow down and for her mind to return back to clarity, her pussy still tingling from all those thoughts. Oh god, her own mind is complicit, she can't even think about what will happen next without being filled with ecstasy and excitement, the part of her that wants this is clearly a lot larger than she ever realized, these last 2 days its growing into a voice she is struggling to ignore. It repeats her mantras and tells her it wants to be tied and helpless for Evan, wants to be his little fucktoy, wants for him to use her as much as he wants ('goodgirlfriend,please,suck,obey,present,listen.obey,fuck') her mind lost in the whirling sensation of her thoughts and her fantasies of what Evan will do when he finds her. That part of her mind wants Evan to do more, punish her, shape her, fuck her while he fills her head with more thoughts of service and obedience, of being a Good Girlfriend, why does it have to sound so good? her squirming pulls her arms tighter and makes her drool through her gag more as he body helplessly stews while her mind jumps between arousal and worry.

She can see her other toys in front of her and suddenly wishes she had put them away first. Evan will see them all, he might use them, and she won't be able to stop him. The thought sends an embarrassing gush of wetness through her pussy, thinking about Evan tying her further with the rope or restraints, or punishing her with the paddle or harsher clamps, or even using the plugs to train her, she thinks with a hot flush of arousal and shame.

She's so lost in her thoughts and worries and arousal that she only now notices the sound of a bang as the front door of the house closes, and the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs.