much more explicit this time,
though far more varied. It would start with a fantasy, perhaps the two of them
on the beach, or on a ship. She’d be feeling his chest, enjoying the muscles of
his abs, and then another dream would snap into focus. It was always clear when
her dreams ended and his began. He had several dreams about her, and they were
all much more wild, more animal than they were the other night.
She would start out in charge, keeping him on edge while he was tied
up, but he would always get free. Then, he would take over completely,
dominating her. She hesitated to call it her own rape, since it was clear she
was enjoying it, but she resisted every time. Tracy woke up after every one of
them, moaning and writhing, wet as she had ever been. She masturbated a couple
times that evening, quietly to avoid waking her friend, but every time she fell
back asleep, there was Mr. Hayes, fucking her brains out once again.
***
She woke up around noon. She was exhausted, but she knew there were
things to be done. Her friend offered to be her taxi after hearing her story,
other than the dream parts. She went into work and apologized to her manager,
but claimed that Mr. Hayes had insisted she leave with him and that she felt
that it was best for the restaurant if she went with him. The manager said he
understood, but that she wouldn’t get credit for the hour she had worked prior
to that. He also said that he gave away her shift that evening since he had no
idea if she had quit or not. She could start up again Sunday night.
No worries, she thought, with any luck I won’t be here long enough to
care. As she left the restaurant in her friend’s car, she noticed a black sedan
pull out behind them. She couldn’t be sure, but she figured that there was no
real point in trying to hide from a billionaire anyway. There was no chance he
was in the car himself, he had a business to run. He probably had hired goons
that did a lot of clandestine stuff for him, so tailing her would be a piece of
cake. She had her friend drive her back to her place.
About four blocks away from her apartment, the car made a turn that
would bring it back to the highway. Maybe she was wrong, she thought. The
thought quickly passed when she got home and saw a similar sedan parked
directly across the street from her apartment complex. She sighed, knowing that
it’d be a life without privacy until she gave Mr. Hayes what he wanted.
When she got home, she carefully inspected the door. It looked like it
hadn’t been tampered with, but she decided that she would be careful in this
place for the foreseeable future. She felt like it was on the one hand
impossible for him to try anything considering how much in the public eye he
was in, but on the other hand, with as much money as he had, anything was
possible.
She looked over towards her computer. Who knew what he was capable of?
Her passwords were all really good but what if he had installed something on
her computer? She decided she didn’t really want to stick around here all that
much anyway, so she went down to the local library. The black sedan didn’t
follow, but she had no idea what she’d be looking for if she were being
followed on foot.
When Tracy got to the library, she quickly checked her email. Nothing
suspicious, no “your password has been reset” emails from the various websites
she was a part of, no emails that were marked “read” that should have been
marked “unread”. She breathed a sigh of relief. She may have had to call this
whole thing off if he had proved too obsessive.
While she was at the library, she figured she ought to read up on
exactly what she was doing. As she started to read into domination and
submission culture, she realized something. In almost all cases throughout
history, the rich man was dominated by a woman who he was paying and could cut
off at any time, truly giving him all the power even though the illusion was
there that the dominatrix was in
though far more varied. It would start with a fantasy, perhaps the two of them
on the beach, or on a ship. She’d be feeling his chest, enjoying the muscles of
his abs, and then another dream would snap into focus. It was always clear when
her dreams ended and his began. He had several dreams about her, and they were
all much more wild, more animal than they were the other night.
She would start out in charge, keeping him on edge while he was tied
up, but he would always get free. Then, he would take over completely,
dominating her. She hesitated to call it her own rape, since it was clear she
was enjoying it, but she resisted every time. Tracy woke up after every one of
them, moaning and writhing, wet as she had ever been. She masturbated a couple
times that evening, quietly to avoid waking her friend, but every time she fell
back asleep, there was Mr. Hayes, fucking her brains out once again.
***
She woke up around noon. She was exhausted, but she knew there were
things to be done. Her friend offered to be her taxi after hearing her story,
other than the dream parts. She went into work and apologized to her manager,
but claimed that Mr. Hayes had insisted she leave with him and that she felt
that it was best for the restaurant if she went with him. The manager said he
understood, but that she wouldn’t get credit for the hour she had worked prior
to that. He also said that he gave away her shift that evening since he had no
idea if she had quit or not. She could start up again Sunday night.
No worries, she thought, with any luck I won’t be here long enough to
care. As she left the restaurant in her friend’s car, she noticed a black sedan
pull out behind them. She couldn’t be sure, but she figured that there was no
real point in trying to hide from a billionaire anyway. There was no chance he
was in the car himself, he had a business to run. He probably had hired goons
that did a lot of clandestine stuff for him, so tailing her would be a piece of
cake. She had her friend drive her back to her place.
About four blocks away from her apartment, the car made a turn that
would bring it back to the highway. Maybe she was wrong, she thought. The
thought quickly passed when she got home and saw a similar sedan parked
directly across the street from her apartment complex. She sighed, knowing that
it’d be a life without privacy until she gave Mr. Hayes what he wanted.
When she got home, she carefully inspected the door. It looked like it
hadn’t been tampered with, but she decided that she would be careful in this
place for the foreseeable future. She felt like it was on the one hand
impossible for him to try anything considering how much in the public eye he
was in, but on the other hand, with as much money as he had, anything was
possible.
She looked over towards her computer. Who knew what he was capable of?
Her passwords were all really good but what if he had installed something on
her computer? She decided she didn’t really want to stick around here all that
much anyway, so she went down to the local library. The black sedan didn’t
follow, but she had no idea what she’d be looking for if she were being
followed on foot.
When Tracy got to the library, she quickly checked her email. Nothing
suspicious, no “your password has been reset” emails from the various websites
she was a part of, no emails that were marked “read” that should have been
marked “unread”. She breathed a sigh of relief. She may have had to call this
whole thing off if he had proved too obsessive.
While she was at the library, she figured she ought to read up on
exactly what she was doing. As she started to read into domination and
submission culture, she realized something. In almost all cases throughout
history, the rich man was dominated by a woman who he was paying and could cut
off at any time, truly giving him all the power even though the illusion was
there that the dominatrix was in
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