That’s the place for a used sex-toy.

You take a minute to rest under her table.

There’s no word about making you cum too. You are already well-fed with this dinner and her orgasm.

You are wet, sweaty, exhausted. And happy to helped your Owner cum finally.

That’s a pity she doesn’t own you anymore.

“Get out from there, doll” - Linda says in several minutes, when she finally catches her breath.

You crawl from under the table and see her sitting at the same stool and enjoying a glass of wine.

“Oh, sorry for that word. You aren’t my doll anymore. But when you were, several minutes before… that was pretty good. Thank you for… that”

Her voice is almost warm, but you feel out in the cold. Is that… all?

“Do you need a taxi?”

Yeah, that’s all, definitely.

You tell Linda you want to walk a bit, and she takes you to the door.

“Now you learned to love pantyhose, didn’t you?”

You remember the first time you rushed into her store, and smile.

“And mind to sell me your used pantyhose if you want to make some money” - Linda reminds you.

Does she always think about business and pantyhose?

You promise her to drop by, and then leave Linda’s apartment.

The night is dark and warm.

The night is calm as you finally are.

You are free from your debt to Linda. Free from your gangster pursuers.

But not from your fantasies about everything that happened. Or could have happened.

So when finally home, you tie yourself up with all the pantyhose you can find. You lay on the bed, touching yourself and dreaming.

What if you had decided to approach your pursuer instead of running away from him?

What if you had hidden in Linda’s storeroom? Or accepted her job offer?...

This last thought makes you cum. Not as brightly as you did before, but this orgasm is the one you needed.

And then you fall asleep immediately, even not bothering to untie yourself.

The next day you head to your work as if nothing happened.

But it did happen. And the memories of being naked, bound, helpless, humiliated, fucked - they haunt you everywhere.

So just in a week you shut your mouth again with a big red ball-gag, stuff your pussy with a vibrating bullet and cuff your hands.

Being a slave is your higher purpose.

So where will you go?

THE END