“Felicia! What are you doing?” Richard hissed. “You mean
“Felicia! What are you doing?” Richard hissed. “You mean you left home just wearing your fur! Put it back on!” Felicia smirked at the girl to its right before slowly turning to an infuriated Richard, its fiancee. “Richard, is that really what you want me to do?” Felicia responded calmly to His outrage. “Because if this is really what you want me to do, I will obey. But I will also know you aren’t really the Man for me, for this girl.” “This girl?” Richard remarked puzzled, momentarily ignoring Felicia’s continued nudity. “You speak as if you are some kind of object or thing.” “Aren’t I,” Felicia responded truthfully. “True, I am alive, but I am an object, or a thing if you want to call me that. From the very beginning of our relationship I was your trophy, and I know you probably didn’t know it, but I loved that you looked at me and treated me as your trophy, as something that belonged to you, as something that you owned. It is how any truly feminine normal girl wants to be treated as.” Felicia turned its body toward Richard, uncrossing its arms so that He had full view of its tits, and, for the last time in its life, uncrossed its legs. “When you first saw me you looked at me honestly, you looked at me as something you wanted to possess, yes, to own. I want a Man that will always look at me that way, and, most important, treat me that way. If you love me as much as you have say you do, then you will love me enough to own me, and always make me feel owned. I am giving to you the hidden secret that every girl has but is denied to every girl by this fucked-up society we live in. I refuse to live in a world that denies a girl’s true nature to be literally a slave to a Man. I can’t live, much less marry, a Man that will not make me His slave.” Felicia leaned back in its chair, pulling its shoulders back to thrust its tits out. “That night we met, in this restaurant, afterwards when I got home I took out my favorite dildo and bent over my kitchen table and fucked myself while imagining that after you spotted me here in the restaurant that you calmly walked up to me, not saying a word, stepped behind me, grabbed my arms, and then bent me over and proceeded to rape me. I have never had as intense orgasm with my dildo as I did that night. Richard, isn’t that what you really wanted to do to me that night when you came up to speak to me?” “Sir! Ma’am!” the maitre d’ whispered as loudly as He could so it could still be counted as a whisper. “Mr. Fairley, you are causing a scene. I know you are one of our best…” Richard’s outstretched one hundred dollar bill stopped the interruption but not Richard’s continued lustful stare at His girl. He paused for a few moments and then slightly grinned. “Of course I did. What normal Man wouldn’t have?” He said. “But I didn’t have that right, did I?” Felicia coyly smiled. “But shouldn’t you have that right?” Suddenly it hit Richard. “You know I am a member of the Natural Order Party, don’t you?” “Yes!” Felicia whispered, its chest beginning to heave. “And if the opinion of a girl mattered in the least about such things, you approve of it?” He asked. “Oh yes!” its chest rising at a ever-quickening pace. “You do know what the Party stands for?” Richard continued the interrogation. “Yes,” Felicia said firmly as it tried to regain its composure. “Yes, what?” Richard paused for what seemed like was the proverbial eternity. “slave girl.” Felicia’s body started to shiver. Its lips moved into position to say the words it had fantasized about saying to a Man since it entered puberty. It heard the words in a manner in which it seemed a girl sitting next to it said the words. “Yes, Master.” Richard calmly shifted the plate and glass in front of Felicia to the opposite side of the table from it. “I hope you didn’t think a slave would be allowed to eat and drink such things.” “No, Master,” Felicia responded, knowing He was absolutely right and also knowing that the response it just made was never to be said to a His commands. Richard stared at what, if not yet by any legal law, was by natural law His new property. “Also, I would hope that you wouldn’t think it was appropriate for you to sit in a chair.” Felicia showed its intelligence by correctly taken Richard’s statement to be a command by immediately sliding out of the last chair it would ever sit in to the floor underneath the table. Unbidden, it crawled to Richard’s feet, kissed both of them before sitting up to hug one of His legs. Hugging His extended leg as if it was hugging the teddy bear of its youth, it began to hump the dripping wet cunt between its legs onto Richard’s leg. Richard reached down to pat His new property’s head. “Stay still. I will take care of that need when I take you home.” “Yes, Master,” Felicia moaned from below. Richard and the maitre d’ exchanged knowing looks that at least for now all was as it should be at the table. It would take about two decades for it to be as it should be in the world. Richard and Felicia celebrated this night exactly two years later, after the Reawakening had begun, at the same table when Richard led Felicia into the restaurant by a leash and fucked Felicia in the manner it had hoped Richard would have done the first time they met. -- source link
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