Mind bondage-4

“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.