cynthiabfour:ditzy-dolls:Sidney yawned herself awake. The sunlight through the window shone in h
cynthiabfour: ditzy-dolls: Sidney yawned herself awake. The sunlight through the window shone in her eyes as she opened them. She stretched without sitting up, toes pointing as she extended her calves, elbows pointing out to the sides, the topography of the sheets changing. God, she’d slept well. Like a log. She sat up a little, and that’s when she noticed it. The weight of something on her chest. She looked down, and- No. No way. He wouldn’t have. She had the necklace on. The one Tom had bought for her. The one that she’d worn once, and only once. The one that made her… she didn’t want to think about it. The one she said she’d never wear again. Sidney reached up to pull it off. To throw it out the window, probably. But all the pleasant just-woke-up drowsiness she’d been shaking off came pouring back in, now that she knew it was there. Her hands were reaching for it, but by the time they got near the stone, they’d stopped. She couldn’t move them. It was an odd, lethargic feeling. She knew what she wanted to do, but it just wouldn’t happen. It was like her hands were submerged in something, holding them in place. Moving at all was too much effort, in fact. Sidney’s hands dropped to her sides, thumping against the bed, and it was actually quite pleasant to just let them drop. Her body felt warm and relaxed, her muscles loose and supple. It was not a bad feeling at all. She was still horrified that her husband would slip this thing on her again, without asking, against her will… but that warm, loose feeling was starting to wrap its way around her mind now, too, and keeping up that indignation was hard work. Within a minute, Sidney wasn’t feeling much of anything. She was limp and relaxed, sitting in bed, enjoying the feeling of being warm and calm and placid. Tom stepped into the room. She could hear him, but she didn’t turn her head to look at him. She didn’t react. “Good morning, Sidney,” he said. She didn’t answer. She wanted to say good morning or maybe how dare you put this fucking thing on me again, I told you I didn’t like it, but nothing came out of her mouth. It didn’t feel important. “Come kneel down over here for me, please,” Tom said. Sidney felt herself moving. She felt like drops of rain sliding over glass - smooth and graceful and effortless. She didn’t decide how to move, where to go. It all just sort of happened. She was on the floor, knelt at Tom’s feet, in just a few seconds. The stone hung heavily against her chest. “Take my cock out,” he said. Sidney didn’t want to, not exactly, but the idea of wanting or not wanting was becoming blurry to her. She simply did what she did. What she was told. Everything else was… fuzzy. Opinions, preferences… Sidney didn’t quite understand those ideas right now. “Suck,” Tom told her, once Sidney’s hands finished thoughtlessly obeying. Her mouth opened, and she slid Tom’s cock inside. One hand stayed at the base of his cock, gently stroking, just like she knew Tom liked. Her body was automatic, and it knew exactly what to do. Her head moved slowly, sensually, as she began to bob up and down. “I know we said the necklace would be a one-time thing,” Tom said. “I know you didn’t like how it made you feel. I know you trying it at all was a favor to me, and I should respect that.” Sidney just kept sucking. Her mind felt like it was outside herself now, fully vanished inside of the stone, entrapped, caged. She understood what Tom was saying only intellectually. His words didn’t mean anything to her, not really. “But I decided to try something different. Something to help change your mind.” He ran a hand through her hair. “You’re going to wear it again for a while. Not just while we’re in bed, like before. For a few days. Maybe a week. I’ve already spoken to your work, let them know I’m surprising you with a quick vacation. They aren’t expecting you.” Sidney tried to process that. Tried to turn the words into something she could react to. It didn’t really happen. Tom was telling her about what was going to happen. That’s what was going to happen, then. She couldn’t argue or fight or change it. Didn’t have to. Didn’t want to. “After that time, I think you’ll feel differently. I think you’ll be used to the feeling. I think you’ll grow to like it. Want it. And if not… well, we can try something else eventually. Can you do that for me, Sidney?” Tom pulled his cock out of Sidney’s mouth with a soft pop. She blinked, staring up at him. She felt the necklace rocking between her breasts, holding her thoughts in place, holding her will prisoner. She knew there was only one possible answer. “Yes, Tom.” This sounds so taboo and yet soooo deliciously erotic -- source link
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