fucktoy fantasy

"I want her to be mine." you answer harshly. "I want her to submit to me and my every desire, permanently. I want to be able to fuck her whenever I want and to decide wether or not she can have sex with anybody else."

Carrie hesitates. "Soooo... Like me?"

"No. She has to be ****. She should hate it, at least at first. It wouldn't be a **** without it. I want her to suffer for all the pain she caused to our family. And to repay my parents, while we're at it."

"Ooooooh... Kinky." your girlfriend says with a smile. "I like it."

"You... You have no problem with that?" you ask reluctantly. "I mean, we're basically talking about ****." You're suddenly wondering if you didn't misinterpret her questions. Maybe it was all hypothetical, to get ideas for roleplaying scenarii or something.

"Yeah, so what? Remember what I told you? When it comes to sex, I will do anything. Non consensual sex is sex, and that's your fantasy so I will help you fulfill it." She doesn't even flinch a little.

"You mean... You will pretend to be Joannah and..."

She closes her eyes and sighs in exasperation. "No, silly, I mean I will help you coerce the real Joannah into becoming your sextoy." She's dead serious. It frightens you a little, but it's also exciting. The feeling of power when you realise she actually meant all her words and could do anything you asked her is dwarfed only by the realisation that she may get bored and go see somewhere else if you prove too timid for her. Hell, maybe she will offer her services to your sister.

"Okay, so... Do you have a plan?" you finally ask.