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The toy in front of Mistress now panted pathetically. It was completely nude, apart from the permanent metal collar, cuffs on its wrists, biceps, ankles, thighs and a chastity cage controlling its clit. Its soft breasts,c cups, heaved gently in need. Its long brown hair gently brushed the tops, where thin lines showed off the tit caining it had gotten recently (a maitnaince punishment to ensure it understood its place) It hadn't been allowed any touch at all to its desperately denied clit, and it was so needy.
It knelt, legs open, displaying its its self. Hands palm up on its thighs.
It hadn't started like this. Denied clothed, orgasams tightly controlled, total in thrall to its owner. It had had a name once, and a room mate. But a series of desperate choices had driven it here, the room mate, Sarah, now Mistress, and it had been called…emma? ember? emily?…well its old name didn't matter now. It was just a toy and toys don't really have names, not even in the past..
Mistress smiled. Toy didn't appreciate how many of its choices had been forced, really. The job it had lost, the desperation to find a new rent arrangement, the way its stopped being able to cum without asking. It made it easier for the choices, the accepting of house work, the taking of its things, the locking of its clit. The piercings of its tits, its tongue. The ownership tattoos. All ensure it was walked steadily down the path of choices it couldn't make any other way to total dependency and ownership
“speek”. It had knelt for an hour waiting, it had to have permission. As per the strict protocol that ruled its life,it moved its hands to its head, displaying its tits more
“Plese, mistress, its so desperate. Please can this toy have permission to hump…anything”
The mistress smiled a cat like grin. “Oh? And what do i get out of this bargain toy?”
“This toy will…will…” what did it have to give, it owned nothing, what did it have to take away, its owner possessed it total
“How about…” Mistress looked at her note book. “I did say you could come in a week”. It had been 5 months so the toy last orgasamed. “What about, either you stick with your 5 minutes a day, or i let you hump my boot for 20 minutes, and the orgasm gets moved back…to December”
The toy didn't know what month it was. In truth, it didn't entirely matter. Mistress would offer it an orgasam when she wanted and say it was December. She had long since taken away all sense of time from the toy.
She real was going to get it cum in a week though. Thats why she was playing the game.
“Mistress…it’ll..this toy will wait to hump”
Mistress smiled. “Of course. So close. Turn around toy”.
It turned, the large TV facing it. Mistress slipped over a headphone set, and then used clips on its legs, ankle to tight, and kept them open with chains to the floor. The toys arms, cuffed wrist to wrist and bicep to bicep.
The video started. Some of it was of the toy, being used, teased, whipped, begging. Some of it was commercial porn, all of it was kinky. The noises began. Underneath, in perceptible, whispering, reminding it of its place (below others) what it was (a toy) and what it could never have (freedom, from its place, to cum, todo anything other then what its Mistress wanted) and how it should always be found (obedient and in desperate, needy heat) She lifted the head set “i feel you maty change your mind, so I'll leave you here for an hour or two and see how you feel”.
She left it, confident that when it returned, it would make the right choice. Just as she always made sure it did.