bakerstreet | A Master/Slave Meme

A Master/Slave Meme

Congratulations! You are now a slave/master.

Master:
What kind of master are you?
What brought you into possession of a slave?
What will you have your slave do for you?

Slave:
Why are you a slave?
How easily will you adjust to this new situation in life? ie, what kind of slave are you?

Run wild and have fun! RNG is not needed~

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"Nghh-- don't! I'm-- I'll kill you!!" A pointless threat to someone like Chloe, she was sure. But it was the first thing to spring to mind. This was bad. If Chloe told her to bounce up and down or thrust her hips she couldn't say no for fear of the electricity. "I-- I'll do anything! Just don't do it!"

It hovered there, the tip spreading her cheeks. Her body leaned forward over that pretty little thing and she purred. "Anything?" she whispered softly, giggling. "Are you sure you want to say that? Is your rear's first time really that important?"

The immortal whimpered quietly as her cheeks were spread so easily, and she tensed up completely, waiting for penetration that never happened. Another noise of something almost like panic left her as Chloe started whispering.

"Just-- it's not that, alright?" It was sex at all. The idea still, months after arriving, concerned her. She didn't want to get too close to anyone, after all. It was, perhaps, her biggest fear while she was there. "And I-- anything is fine, alright?"

She considered and grinned before pulling back a pace. "Then be a good girl and turn around. If you're not going to let me do that, let's put that pretty mouth of yours to good use," she said, giving it one quick wipe and sneering down at her while she waited to see if Mokou was that desperate.

She had to know she'd be in danger of choking, after all...

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. She should've seen that coming. She hoped Chloe would hit her with a new option altogether. It was a risky gamble but it didn't pay off. Typical.

"I can't do it if you have that thing around your hips." She spat back, accepting what she hoped Chloe meant as her fate. "Take it off first."

If not... well, she could always beg some more for a new option.

God. That sounded less pathetic before she heard herself think it.

"Too much work," she said, stepping around to the front and grabbing Mokou by the jawline to try and force her mouth open and push it in. No, Mokou, she wasn't planning to allow for any sort of begging this time. After all, how much pleading could Mokou really manage if she was getting a face-full of strap-on shoved straight for her throat?

...probably not much after the first indignant squawks.

Squawks and spluttering. She gagged audibly, her hands trying to push Chloe away as her throat was fucked so suddenly. Chloe probably felt the beginnings of the next few gagging motions, and she'd at least manage to enjoy Mokou's eyes tearing up from her obvious position of power.

Oh how she was getting off on it. Her strap-on pounded back enough to cause outright discomfort in the back of her throat. Over and over, it pounded at her, silencing all but the gagging she was trying to do. Chloe just grinned down at her, hands pressed to her hair and jamming on her.

"Good dog..."

Mokou let her head be forced back and forward into Chloe's strap-on, the rhythm the sick bitch was moving her head at was at odds with the thrusts of the dildo and she would occasionally hit the back of Mokou's throat, earning her a delightfully sickening groan and gagging sound.

She sobbed heavily and threw her hands out to push Chloe's body back. She couldn't breath like this. She couldn't breathe at all.

And, of course, the collar started working it's wonderfully potent 'training' on her, shocking her whole body and robbing her arms of any real strength.

Every time they pushed, the collar shocked. Over and over, the fighting brought electricity down her throat and twisted her jaw and neck over it. Chloe was giggling down at her, shaking her head. "Be a good little doggy. Suck until you can't take anymore. You wouldn't want it to make this so much worse would you?"

And yet, from the look in her eyes, she wanted her to keep fighting.

She didn't want to make it worse at all, but it was difficult to accept that it was happening. She would hurl at this rate and Chloe had to know it. But if the toy was still in her mouth then... ugh, she didn't even want to think about that.

What did Chloe even mean by that order? Suck until she couldn't take anymore? When was that? When she passed out from exhaustion? Screw that.

She punched at Chloe pathetically, getting more and more furious with every little giggle and taunting look, but she was only aiding the collar's torture.

Just let go of her head, Chloe!

She was well aware, and she seemed quite intent on making sure it happened, going so far as to angle the thrusts down slightly so that it had even less luck getting out when she kept pounding into her. The truth of her meaning would be clearer the more that the woman seemed to be enjoying herself. Every last punch dragged an electric shock from her, one that had her giggling while she kept her hands both on Mokou's head and plowed forward, groaning and panting.

Mokou punched ferociously this time, no doubt using enough force to get Chloe to take a few steps back. She kept punching until she was sure she could breath again, until she was sure her throat wasn't going to be fucked so hard.

"Ghnnaaa!! Get the fuck off of me!! This is humiliating! Take the collar off so I can go home already!"

She was laughing at her, looking down hautily. "I warned Motoko. You're in the forest for the moment," she said, sneering and hauling her up. "Otherwise known as my basement. I'm locking your device up and trapping you there until you learn to behave... so yes. Let's go home!"

"Ghraaa! Let go!" She hissed, trying to shove Chloe away while her body was hauled to it's feet. Normally, if she wasn't wearing this collar and hadn't been suffering this kind of treatment, she would happily fight back. She'd fight back well, too, but her body was in no condition for that. "What does that even mean?!"

"It means," he said, gripping the leash and starting to walk, leaving her to get herself looking decent on her own as they walked. "You are going to be shackled to my basement for a few weeks, your device out of reach like you're in the forest, and I'm going to break you, or you're going to electrocute yourself getting loose."

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A Master/Slave Meme

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