Mind bondage-4

“Don’t you see Adele? And that was with no vibrator, no cock, no porn. Embracing my slut nature has given unto me the greatest pleasures that I have ever known. You can have them, too,” Pamela said. She brought her slick fingers up to her lips and licked them clean. I could smell her pleasure. It only made me ache worse.

“Embrace yourself, Adele. Create harmony within yourself. You’ll be able to sleep, and you’ll orgasm more and better than you could even imagine right now. Trust me, Adele.”

Her earnest eyes bore into mine; the smell of her cunt was making me salivate. I no longer questioned my reactions. I was consumed by a lust like none I had ever felt before. I wanted her to touch me. I wanted her to fuck me.

I had, at some point, finished the fruit snack. I wanted to ask her to touch me, but I couldn’t figure out the words. She smiled at me, compassion filling her face.

“Don’t worry, Adele. I understand,” she said. She leaned down, and kissed me, a brief press of pussy scented lips upon mine.

Then she was gone.

The kiss, if anything, had only sharpened my hunger. I licked my lips, but I could only taste the strawberry goo. I lay there, unable to move, and became reacquainted with my body. I began to understand. My body couldn’t be ignored. My body was a slut.

When I thought that word I felt a spike of pleasure that momentarily relieved the ache in my cunt. Yes, that was the way. I had to … submit to my body. Another spike of pleasure.

“I can see that you have begun to understand, Adele,” Hector’s voice broke into my thoughts. “Tell me your thoughts.”

“My body is a slut,” I replied, speaking slowly. I paused at the jag of pleasure those words brought me before continuing. “I have to submit to my slut-body.” Another shudder of pleasure rocked me.

“Very good, Adele,” Hector told me, and I felt yet more pleasure at his praise. He removed the strap across my hips. “So, Adele, aren’t you your body? When I touch your body, am I not touching you?”

He laid a hand on my arm. His hand was hot, and his touch electric. He was right. Touching my body, he was touching me.

“Yes,” I sighed. “I am my body.”

“What does that make you, Adele?” he asked.

I sighed again happily. Everything was starting to make sense. The ache in my cunt to be filled made perfect sense, because my body was a slut. And I was my body.

“I am a slut,” I said proudly. The words brought my hips up as I felt yet more pleasure encompass my being. It was right. He was right. I was a slut. My body needed to be fucked.

Hector undid the strap across my shoulders, leaving only my wrists and ankles restrained. He stepped between my legs and I craned my head up to look at what he was doing. I saw his penis, no, his cock, standing out from his pants, nearly touching me. He began to speak and while some part of me thought that I should look at his face as he spoke, most of me couldn’t contemplate looking away from his gorgeous cock. It was a light brown in color, at least 9 inches long, strainingly erect and ready to fuck a slut. A slut like me. I could feel myself get wetter and wetter as my body began to beg for penetration.

“You are different from the other girls, Adele,” he told me. “They drank the tea and did not resist the call of their bodies. Though they are sluts as well, you are actually a deeper sort of slut. You can’t control your lust once it is released. So you resisted. You have tried for so many years not to give in to your body, but now the call of lust has become stronger than your will to resist.”

His hands hovered over my skin as he spoke. I knew I had to listen to the words, that listening would eventually lead to my being fucked. It was hard to concentrate but I knew I had to. Focus. I could feel a heat and a spark where his hands almost touched me, especially when they glided over my cunt.

“Once you completely give in to your slut-self, you won’t be able to turn back. More than that, you won’t be able to control yourself. This,” he finally put his hand over my cunt, cupping it, and my breath shuddered out in a low moan, “will control you utterly.”

His hand blocked my view of his cock, so my gaze drifted up to his face. Those trustworthy brown eyes were brimming over with sincerity.

“You won’t be safe, Adele. This will lead you to die young and unpleasantly if you totally give yourself over to it.” He moved his hand and turned away. “I can’t let that happen to you, Adele,” he said mournfully. “It would be wrong of me to lead you down that path.”

I felt a confused sort of panic bubbling up at the sight of his back. He couldn’t leave now. I hadn’t been fucked. Sluts should be fucked.

“Help?” I said. I didn’t want him to leave. I didn’t want to go back to the way I was before. I was a slut now, and I wanted it, craved it, needed to be fucked and filled. “Please?”

He turned back to me, a serious expression on his face now. I could see that his cock had been put away in his pants, but there was a serious bulge hinting at his continuing readiness.

“I can help you, Adele, but you have to really want it. I am going to send Pamela in to explain what we can do for you,” he said and left.

My body was sweating, heated and ready to be fucked and the cock was gone. I couldn’t touch myself, there was nothing touching my cunt to stimulate me at all. I waited for what felt like forever before Pamela entered the room. She entered quietly, without her usual bounce and I saw an echo of Hector’s serious expression in her eyes.

“Adele, I am here to explain your options to you,” she said slowly. “There are only two directions that you will be allowed to take from here, for the sake of your own safety. Your first option is to go back to the way that you were. Mr. Mendoza can arrange for you to get a supply of sleeping pills on a regular basis to treat your insomnia, but there will be no cure.”

My head was shaking already. I didn’t want to be like before. Stressed out and undersexed and not sleeping was not the way I wanted to spend my life, especially now that I knew that I was a slut. She smiled down at me. She was wearing a shapeless shift, which prevented me from seeing the distractions of her breasts. I found myself wanting her to be naked again. Sluts should be naked. And fucked.

“Adele!” her voice broke me from my reverie. “Listen to me. Your second option is to submit to your body, but safely. The only way to submit to your body, your need to be a slut, is to be a slave.”

I was having trouble processing anything beyond submitting to my body. I wanted orgasm. I wanted penetration.

“Adele, focus,” her voice whipped me back into the present. “The cunt between my legs does not belong to me. Because I am like you, I cannot safely be a slut by myself. In order to be happy, to be a slut, I serve Mr. Mendoza. This is his cunt,” she said, touching herself between her legs. “He decides who or what uses it, and when. I am free to be a complete and utter slut, because I don’t have to think. He controls this cunt, and this cunt controls me. That is your second choice, Adele. Join me in being a slut-slave.”

I blinked up at her. I had a flare of clarity and realized that I had been drugged, but the moment passed and I didn’t care anymore. The only thing that I wanted was to be fucked. Just as they had planned, there was only one choice for me.

“Okay,” I said, smiling up at her, the ache in me easing slightly at my decision.

“You have to say it, Adele. Tell me what you want to do,” Pamela crooned, lowering her face towards mine.

“I want to be a slut. I’ll do anything to be a slut,” I assured her.

She kissed me.

Her tongue parted my lips, thrusting hard into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue and licked at her mouth. Being kissed so fiercely as I lay bound on a table made me hotter and hotter. I couldn’t have imagined such an act twenty four hours ago.

Pamela pulled back.

“I am so happy that you’re going to be my sister, Adele,” she said. Then she left, practically skipping to the door. Having watched her exit, I didn’t notice that Hector had entered another way until he spoke.

“I respect your decision, Adele. I understand that it is a great responsibility that you entrust to me in this matter, and I assure you, I will not let you down. You will be safe,” he told me. My hips were thrusting again of their own accord. I just knew that once he fucked me, I would be his slut, and I wanted that so badly now.

He moved to stand between my legs, and I watched hungrily as he pulled out his cock. It was hard, ready and beautiful. I squirmed, trying to reach it, trying to engulf it. He stayed just far enough back to prevent me.

“Be still, Adele,” he told me. I relaxed and waited. He stepped in closer and I felt the first touch of his cock on the cunt between my legs. He brushed it over me, teasingly sliding it over my clit and over my slit. I could feel how his cock got wet with the juices my cunt was making.

He just kept going, teasing me, building the ache inside me to a peak that wouldn’t spill over into orgasm. Finally I had a breakthrough moment.

“Please?” I breathed. “Please fuck me. Please take my cunt as your own. Please take me. Please?” I continued. The words came to me as natural, the only words that I could have said in this situation. A smile blossomed on his face and I felt a spike of pleasure, not orgasm, but close to a release.

He thrust his cock inside me, filling me up completely as he buried it inside my body. I moaned and shuddered and came once, hard, around it.

As my orgasm retreated, he remained. He was completely still inside me, hard and filling me. Then he began to withdraw, pulling almost all the way out before going back inside at a slow and steady rate. In and out, in and out, his rhythm never wavered.