Run

So you run. You decide to take his word for it. You decide you're not ready for what he has to offer. You run back to master. You run out of the room, past the beautiful, freckled redhead and out the door. You don't take your **** paraphernalia with you and you know that Master will punish you for that. But the thought turns you on.

And you wonder, if the thought of being punished so turns you on, why are you running?

But you haven't much time to wonder, because you sense a presence. And indeed, there is someone. They're behind you, chasing you, catching up.

And turning your head to see who it is turns out to be a terrible mistake. Because at the pace you're going, you can't possibly stay steady while also staying up.

So you fall.

And the redhead is upon you.

You have no idea what's happening. You feel wet, dirty. You've fallen in a puddle of thick mud, in a grassy space next to the parking lot. And the redhead straddles you.

You don't know why she's chased you. You don't care. She can do anything she wants to you.

"Why?" She asks? "Why did you run away? I sent you back there to him so I could be with you... so we could be objects together."

Your pussy burns with desire. She wants to be with you. Why, you wonder, why has she cast such a spell on you. Her hand brushes up against your thigh. She's doing something.

You have no response for her question. You're not sure yourself why you ran. But you try to eek something out as her hand begins to penetrate your throbbing cunt.

"He... he said I wasn't ready." You say, your voice shaking. You brace for her to slide in a finger, or two, or three.

She pushes in her fist. "You're not. No one is. Come back to him... to us."

Your mouth drops. Her whole hand is inside you. It's amazing. She glares at you with total lust in her eyes. And she pushes deeper. "He said he'd treat me...." you can barely talk. You can barely think. All you feel is **** and pressure in your cunt. "He said I was..." You just can't finish that sentence. The redhead's forearm is inside you.

"Whatever he said... he undersold it. He'll treat you worse than you could possibly imagine. In fact if you come back now, he'll probably punish you extra for not being able to make up your mind."

You just open your trembling mouth. You want to say something, anything. You want to ask how she can be sure, if you return that the two of you will be together. How she doesn't know that he won't separate the two of you as punishment. But maybe it's worth the chance. You want to feel her elbow inside you. Maybe anything is worth this.

But maybe you don't have to go back to the manager to be together. Maybe she can come to your master. Or maybe you need to just shut up, let her arm fill you and do whatever the fuck she wants.