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To say you were nervous was an understatement. I mean, this was Trent Reznor after all! From sneakily listening to Closer on your mom’s boombox while she wasn’t home when you were younger to now somehow ending up working at an arena where he just finished an awesome concert?!

You couldn’t hide your excitement from him when you and your coworkers were lucky enough to meet him and his crew earlier in the day, much to your coworkers annoyance. As you head down the now empty halls towards the green room, you remember one saying: “He’s old enough to be your dad, you know?! The man’s washed up and we’re going to have to deal with rowdy, stinky goths tonight!”

They were right about the first part at least, but you didn’t care. He was still alive in spite of it all. Still handsome with those striking green eyes and long nose, except now he smiled more. He even laughed with you! Or because of you…you did your best to make sure he was fully taken care of, perhaps being a little overbearing at times. But, if the older man was upset by it, he didn’t show it. In fact, he had even asked you to come meet with him alone after the concert!

You practically glided down the halls you knew so well. A chance to actually talk with Trent…let him know how much he means to you…maybe even more-you quickly shake your head, trying to force those thoughts out once again. He was married with multiple kids! How could you think of being a homewrecker?!

…The idea was very appealing to you, but you could never act upon it. Besides, why would he ever want to be with a woman like you?

As you reached the door, you tried to compose yourself. Tried to ignore how wet you were. Tried to calm your breathing. You take another deep breath, and knock on the door.

Kind eyes meet your gaze as Trent opens the door. “There you are, I’ve been wondering when you’d show up.” You chuckle as he lets you in. “A couple coworkers were trying to drag me out to a bar; they thought I was lying to them again!”

He guides you over to a couch as he sits on another adjacent to you. So close, yet so far. “Do you often tell them that you’re meeting with musicians to get out of partying?”

“Nooo, but I’ve made up a bunch of fake, silly emergencies to get out of drinking with them. Don’t really like getting drunk-I’m sure you know the feeling!” Oh god, why’d you bring up that? But, he chuckles! “That I do, kid. Speaking of, how about I get you something to drink?”

“Oh, sure! Anything’s fine with me!”

“Good!” He pats his lap as he gets up. “Maybe it’s good you took as long as you did, I was able to brew some tea for us.” He made tea for you two! You giggle as he walks over to a kettle. You look over him as he’s turned away from you; even had enough time to change into some more comfortable clothes, still clad in all black even after all these years. As your eyes trace up the soft sweater, you wonder how it would feel against your bare chest. Rubbing your eyes, you dismiss the thought. Married man. Married man. Married-“Are you okay?”

You quickly regain your senses as you realize he’s standing in front of you, eyebrows and mouth downturned in concern.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m sorry…it’s been a long day.”

“If you wanna go home-“”No!” Your voice startles you more than him. “No, I mean..” You sigh, composing yourself. “This is like a dream come true, and I’ve been nothing but an idiot around you all day. I’m surprised you even want me to be around you, Mr. Reznor. I’ve been annoying you all day.” You stare a hole into the ground. He’ll kick you out any moment now. A couple tears form in your eyes and slowly glide down your face.

You hear a soft breath, him setting the cups down, and brace yourself.

Thin, aged fingers glide under your chin and he gently guides your head up. Your face grows warm as your eyes meet. His rugged yet soft voice caresses your ears “Why would I ever ask you to come here if you were annoying me?”

You shrug, hoping he doesn’t notice you involuntarily pressing your thighs together. The closest you’ll ever get to kneeling in front of him. This image will be burned into your mind for the rest of your life.

“You’re a sweet kid. A lovely woman.” His thumb absentmindedly pets your chin, and you think the tour’s caught up to him; he must be so tired, not realizing what he’s doing to you! Your heart skips a beat as you feel yourself clench. How empty you felt… “I think you should get something you deserve, okay?” He smiles, and you smile back. He’s really softened in his old age…while you wish you could have met him in his prime (and hopefully carnally), this is still lovely. It’ll be years before you wash your chin again. He lets go as you keep your head up. Trent reaches back, finally giving you your tea, and settles on the couch to your side, retrieving his own.

“Atticus helped me find this blend a while ago. I only brew it on special occasions.” He says as you start drinking. Your tired mind tries to think of what flavor it could be but can’t figure it out. It’s still delicious, whatever it is.

“This is lovely! What’s in it?” “It’s a secret blend-it’s best if you drink it quickly, before it cools too much.” And you oblige him for a moment, before your excitement gets the best of you again.

“I’m sorry about getting emotional and all that.” “It’s okay, kid. Just finish your tea.”You bring the cup back to your mouth, half of it left before lowering it again. “I just, you mean so much to me, and-“ “I know, I know.” He chuckles, holding his hand up. “Just finish this first.” Once again the cup goes up then down. “I mean I’ve loved you since I was a kid and especially as a teen and now-“ He tips your cup up with his and it pours quickly into your mouth. You swallow it all down, not letting a drop go to waste.

“Oops. I meant to cheers you.” He grins with a flicker of something sinister in his eyes, but you’re too calm to care. He probably just wanted to prank you or something-maybe end up with the tea on your shirt, being forced to sit in front of him with just your bra on. Unless the tea soaked into that too. You set your emptied cup on the coffee table, trying to ignore how fast your heart was starting to beat, as he takes a slow sip of his. “As you were saying?”

“Yeah, yeah, um…you and your music have been a constant in my life. I mean The Fragile and With Teeth got me through some very dark times. Hell, you were my first crush.” You wonder why you’re just letting this slip out, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“I was?” He leans back, lazily crossing his legs.

“Yeah…March of the Pigs, Closer, Starfuckers Inc, Into The Void, even Deep; I replayed those music videos on YouTube more than I should have.”

He tilts his head, and for a split second, you can’t help but feel like prey. Just a little pawn in front of a king. “Do you still like me now?”

Your face grows even warmer as you nod. “You’re still so handsome. It was amazing to see you play live.” You let out a yawn. “I would have done anything for a chance to be here right now, and yet everything just fell into place.”

He leans forward, as amused with you now as he has been all day. “What exactly would you have done?”

“Anything if you told me to. Absolutely anything.” You yawn again, cursing yourself. You should have gotten some coffee earlier, you think as Trent moves over to your couch.

“Aww, are you getting tired?” He sits beside you as you nod, yawning again. You feel yourself getting wetter as his leg touches yours. “Do you have anyone to take you home?”

You shake your head as you sniffle, not wanting the night to end so soon. “I took the bus here, and I live alone. Don’t really have anyone in my life who’d come get me.”

He coos as he wraps an arm around you. Musky cologne barely masks the smell of sweat that now surrounds you. It feels intoxicating. “You really don’t have anyone?”

You shake your head again as you feel his stubble against your forehead, his head resting on yours. It feels like a dream come true and you’re barely even here for it. “My coworkers don’t even like me. They hate how excited I get, how peppy I am. Everyone hates that about me.”

“I don’t.” You try looking up at him but his head is heavy against yours. You’re trapped. “You’re very entertaining, lady.” “My name’s-“ “Not that important. It’s really not.” You feel his smile grow as your eyes get heavier. Those thin fingers glide under your chin again, and you look up at him. His smile soon gets more toothy and threatening as you feel his eyes grow sinister. “You’re a very silly girl. Very silly.” He gently kisses your forehead. “I’m going to have a lot of fun doing this.”

Before you can question him, your eyes close, then you feel soft lips against yours.

And everything goes dark.

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You feel like you’re floating when you can notice things again. Carried like a princess. A soft bed greets you and everything fades away for a while.

You can just barely notice being lifted up carefully, slowly being undressed. A soft chuckle when your work pants and underwear are removed, a content sigh when your work shirt goes off, and long fingers caressing your breasts when your bra is gone. You let out a moan when he pinches a nipple and he shushes you.

The bed dips around you as you hear Trent whisper “It’s okay. Just go back to sleep…you’re in good hands with me.”

You give a half nod, all the movement you can muster as he retreats.

It all feels so blissful. You could barely sleep this past week, too excited for tonight. How kind of Trent to let you rest as he watches over you! But, in your sleepy state, you can’t seem to remember if the green room housed a bed.

The next time any movement registers in your brain, you feel something soft wrap around your wrists and ankles. Gently they’re pulled up and into place.

You can just barely make out the sound of a camera. The jingle of a belt. Then someone slowly climbs between your legs.

Sleep takes over you once again until you feel gentle kisses, surrounded by stubble, gliding down from your forehead to your lips.

You open your eyes, still so heavy, to see his green eyes gazing down upon you.

“There’s my sweet, silly girl.” He practically purrs out. “You’re just barely here, aren’t you?”

Again, a half nod is all you can muster.

“You remember what you said to me this morning? How you’d do anything for me?”

Another half nod.

"Help me take care of this problem you made."

Your eyes grow wide in shock as you feel your pussy being stretched open. He groans as you whine. You feel his tip settle in you as he chuckles, taking in your reaction. “I didn’t even need to do any fucking prep work on you!” He gloats as he slides in even deeper. You want to throw your head back, yelling in ecstasy but feel the clutches of sleep trying to drag you back in. You try to wrap your arms around him, never letting him leave you, but find that even if you could move them, you’re strapped down. Trapped. You smile as you realize you’re trapped.

As he bottoms out, completely filling you, kissing your cervix, sleep drags you back into its warm arms once again.

This has to all be a dream, right? None of this made sense to you. It was a perfect, beautiful dream, but still a dream.

You fade back in to his hips slamming into yours, animalistic. Chasing his need to cum and using you for it. You already felt more blissful and slick than before. You must have came while unconscious. His strong arms are wrapped around you, head next to your ear as he pants. You try turning your head towards his and Trent grabs your chin, stopping you. “Shhh, go back to sleep. Master just needs to take care of this.” He kisses you; chaste at first before devolving into making out. You wish you could suck on his tongue as you fade back into sleep.

You can barely make out his grunts as he fills you up with his cum. Marking you.

You fade back in to his warmth and length leaving you. Soon you hear the sound of a camera again as you drift off.

Eventually you feel him settle again between your legs, strong arms under your hips as you feel his tongue slowly lick your pussy. He kisses and briefly sucks on your clit before continuing to eat you out. You fade back out as you feel a finger enter you.

Fading in, you feel his bare chest against your breasts. He’s inside you again, slowly thrusting. Dragging himself out before shoving his length back in. He’s almost savoring you this time. You feel him pepper kisses against your neck. You move your head against his, wishing you could kiss him back. “Shhh, shhh baby. Go back to sleep. Let Master have his fun.” He gives another kiss to your lips, salty and sweet as you fade back out.

You hear him moan out your name as he fills you once more, and you feel yourself clench around him. Joining him in his orgasm.

“Good girl.” A kiss below your ear. “Such a good girl for me.” A kiss on your jawline. “You did so well.” A kiss on your cheek. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.” A kiss on your lips as he pulls out, and you fade away again.

You feel yourself clench and cum around his fingers one last time.

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When you finally wake up, you find yourself being held by Trent. Wrists and ankles restrained together like his little prisoner, but held. You feel warm, not just from the afterglow of several orgasms, but tucked in alongside him. He looks so peaceful, as if he hadn’t just drugged and kidnapped you. But you forgive Trent. You would’ve let him do it if he had asked. As you gaze upon him, you give him a gentle kiss. He smiles as he opens his eyes.

“Good morning, my lovely slave. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life.”

You tilt your head, still too tired to speak.

He chuckles. “Don’t act like you really wanna go home. You said you didn’t have anyone. I’m giving you a warm place to stay, food to eat, and all the sex toys you could want. You just have to be my little stress reliever. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

It takes you a moment, but you finally answer “Yes, Master.”

He smiles, so warm it makes you melt. As he kisses you again, you feel like you made the right choice.

Oh how happy you will be.

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You still feel like you’re in a dream.

Here you lie on your new bed, so far from the place you had called home. On the journey over to your new home, you had explained to Trent your situation: you weren’t close with your family nor did you have any close friends. Your work had a high turnover rate so no one would be surprised if you just didn’t come in. Your lease was month to month and you had no pets. If you disappeared, no one would go looking for you.

“Then most of my work is taken care of.” He said with a grin. You gave him your phone and address, giving him complete control over you.

The place was small, hidden in a building on his property. What most everyone thinks is just an outdoor recording studio/office hides a secret “studio apartment esq.” room behind a hidden door. The only window you have now is a skylight in the middle of the celling. There’s a small kitchenette and bathroom with a shower at one end, a large bed in the middle of the room with two nightstands, a dresser right across from the bed, and a loveseat couch at the other end, close to the door out.

“As you behave well for me, I can get you some more things.” The old man stated just before he left. “I just need to trust you more first.”

You’re guessing that was a few hours ago. The sun has started to set. You had bathed earlier as soon as he left and ended up napping in the bathrobe he left for you. As the golden remains of sunlight trickle down into your new home, you wonder how on Earth you’ve gotten into this mess. I mean, you certainly weren’t enjoying your current life but this felt extreme. You’re sure if you really wanted to say no that Trent would have let you leave this morning, after signing a NDA or something…but you didn’t.

You’re here now. It didn’t feel real.

As you’re wondering if it ever will, you hear a knock at the door. You sit up as it unlocks, and Trent comes in, carrying a box. You see a familiar stuffed friend sitting on top of it.

“Hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.” He sets the box on the loveseat. The old man snaps his fingers, pointing down to the floor in front of it. You climb off the bed, walking over to the spot as he sits down beside the box.

His intense green eyes stare up at you as you wait in front of him, unsure of what to do. He sighs, rubbing his head. “You’re gonna need a lot of training, kid.”

“Wh-what should I do?” you stutter out. “I don’t know what you want of me…Mr. Reznor.”

He huffs, slamming his hand down on the armrest. You jump back out of fright.

“Kid. Take the damn robe off.”

You fling the robe off, Trent huffs again. “Not like that!” He gets up and you cower, hiding your head in your hands.

You expect a hit but feel the soft robe on your back. “Put it back on.” You feel Trent’s breath against your ear. You do as he says quickly. He returns to his seat.

“Slower this time. Give me a good show. One of the reasons I picked you was for your body…why wouldn’t I want you to show it off?” His tone’s much softer now. Puts you at ease.

You untie the robe, letting it fall just past your shoulders. Slowly you let it slide off of you, fabric pooling at your feet. Trent’s eyes follow it down, then trace back up your form, stalling for a moment at your breasts before meeting your gaze again.

“Better. Good girl.” You feel your face grow warm as you smile at his compliment.

He taps his foot at the floor just below him, his eyes flicking between the spot and you. “What do you think I want you to do now, sweet girl?”

You step over to the spot, hoping you’re guessing correctly. He smiles up at you. “That’s part of it! There’s one more thing you need to do, and I’ll give you a hint: what am I doing right now?”

Being sweet and condescending? Treating you like a dumb whore he needs to train? He’s sitting, obviously. You kneel in front of him and get rewarded with a clap, a smile, and a pet on the head. “There’s my good girl~” He practically purrs out. You giggle, enjoying the praise.

“I got some gifts for you, but you’ll have to earn them.”

Your eyes flick up to your favorite stuffed animal sitting on top of the box, staring down at you. Trent grabs the plushie, turning it away from the two of you. “You won’t have to deal with an audience for a long time, don’t worry. I’ll have you broken in better before that.” He says it so casually that you can’t help but let out a small laugh.

“An audience? What do you have planned for me?” You can’t help but ask.

His gaze turns into a glare for a moment and suddenly you wish you didn’t speak out of turn at all.

“You’ll find out in due time. At this rate, it’ll be a long fucking time before that can happen.” He combs his fingers through your hair. “So much you need to learn, my little slave.” He grips your hair. “So much…” And pulls your head up, making you stare up at him. You try holding back a whimper but can’t.

“Aww, there’s no need for you to hold it in here.” Trent leans in “No one but me is gonna hear you scream.”

“I’m sorRY!” You cry out as he pulls on your hair harder.

“Sorry who?” That sickeningly sweet tone is back. “Does my stupid little slave need to be reminded of who I am?”

Your tear coated face and lack of response tell him all he needs to know. He rolls his eyes, shifting his hand to your chin.

“I’m your Master now. I claimed you.” He gives a little squeeze with a smile. “I say jump, you say ‘how high?’ I say sit, you sit. I say speak, you speak. I come in, you’re waiting for me naked, on your knees. I unzip my pants, you blow me! You do as I tell you to do and soon, I won’t have to tell you anything at all! You’ll just know what to do, because you’re a good girl. An obedient slave.” He grips your chin. “Right?”

“Yes, Master!” You blurt out.

He slowly lets go as he leans back, a smile returning to his face. You keep your head up, wishing you would stop shaking.

“As long as you do as I say, there’s nothing to worry about.” Back to being casual.

You nod, trying to steady your breathing.

“Now.” Your eyes follow his hands down to his crotch. “We’ll get started on your training.” You watch, mouth starting to water as he takes his belt off and unzips his jeans. On reflex, you lean in and as your hands hover over him, your Master speaks “Take it slow this time, just like with the robe.”

You wonder just how slow he means, so instead of pulling him out, you start kissing him over his boxers.

You’re rewarded with a content chuckle. He’s already half hard. It’s not long before Trent’s cock is straining to get out. You peel his boxers down, so happy to finally see his cock instead of just feeling it. It’s so heavy in your hands as you start to kiss up his shaft. He tangles a hand in your hair and you look up at him. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was looking down at you lovingly. Deep down you know you haven’t earned that yet, and somehow that makes you press your legs together even tighter. You wanted to earn it. More than anything. You start kissing his tip, eyes locked on his.

Under his breath, you hear him say “I knew I made the right choice.”

You feel your pussy getting wetter with his words. He’s happy he chose you.

You open your mouth, resting him on your tongue, waiting for permission.

“Go on.” His breath hitches. “You’ve earned it.”

You close your eyes, slowly taking him in. You feel him throb against your tongue, a small bit of pre-cum now mixing with your saliva. He’s heavy and warm, thick and long, and you feel you may cum already when he hits the back of your throat. Not sure if it’s due to your Master’s cock or lack of oxygen (or a mix of both), but your head starts feeling wonderfully fuzzy. Just barely able to hear him let out a moan.

You try to push your head back up when his hand stops you. You stay down then, enjoying having him fully inside you. For that, he pets your head in return.

Your body fights against you; needing to breathe, you start to choke. You can feel his chuckles through out your body as he keeps you down just a moment longer. But, soon, your Master pulls your head fully up, letting you breathe. You pant, hoping you did well for him. Can’t quite see Trent yet through your tears.

“See, my lovely slave? Training won’t be so bad. You tried to resist but gave in to me.” He wipes away tears from one of your eyes, patting your cheek after.

He lets go, and you end up resting your head on his lap, face barely an inch away from his erect cock.

“Just do what feels natural to you now. Let me see what I’m working with here.”

Instantly your mouth’s back on his shaft, kissing and licking your way up to the tip. You slowly drag him back in before finding a steady rhythm.

“Ohhh, that’s nice.” He groans out as you bob up and down. You feel him rest a hand on the back of your neck, and decide to speed up.

“There’s my naughty girl.” He purrs out. “Daddy’s gettin’ close, baby. Doin’ so well for me.” You do as he says, so dizzy with all the praise.

You hope he slams your head against him as he cums, but as he gets close, he pulls your head off of him. You quickly wrap your hands around his cock, jacking him off before he has a chance to. You aim his dick at your open mouth and close your eyes, desperate for his load. You hear him moan, then feel his seed shoot all over your face. So warm and musky, you start to smile. You wipe your eyes clean with your fingers, sucking on them after. When you finally open them, you see Trent recording you with your old phone. You feel like a deer in headlights as you drag your eyes up from the camera lens to his smiling, flushed face. Not wanting to disappoint him, you clean the rest of your face off the same way. Looking up at him like a doe. The hunter’s most valuable prize.

Once you’re clean, he taps on the phone then puts it back in his leather jacket. You go to lick his cock clean, but he rests his hand against your head. “Not this time, it’s okay.”

He gives a gentle push, and you scooch back a bit, giving him space. He grabs a couple tissues out from his jacket, cleans himself before putting himself away.

Standing up, Trent hands you your stuffed animal.

You hug them as you stare up at him, still a bit dumbfounded and very fuzzy.

He looks in the box before cursing to himself. “Shit, I forgot the groceries. You.” Trent faces you before snapping his fingers at the bed. “Wait for me on there. Don’t look in the box.”

You scramble up, legs a bit weak and quickly sit up on the bed, your stuffed animal the only thing covering you.

“Good girl.” He quickly takes his leave, locking the door behind him.

…how long was he recording you? And was this the first time?

In your hazy, horny memory, you faintly remember hearing a shutter noise during your first night with him. Repeatedly.

You gradually let your hand slip between your thighs as you remember that night. Before you let yourself start rubbing your clit, you hear the door unlock. Wait-he said to wait on the bed, but to wait on the floor when you hear him? Trent opens the door before you can move, but greets you with a smile.

“Good, you stayed there.”

He holds two massive bags of groceries, but manages to get through the door quickly. You keep your eyes on him setting the bags down in the small kitchen, slowly pulling your hand back up and around the plush. Hoping he doesn’t notice. He walks back over, locking the door, then grabbing the box and setting it on the bed.

“You’ve done well today, sweet girl. Lay down for me.”

You do as he says, getting under the sheet. He pulls out two of your old blankets. “With some help, I have all of your old possessions hidden away here. You do well, you’ll get them back.” He covers you with the first blanket. “Granted, you don’t have much need for clothes here, but.” He shrugs, back to being casual. “If you’re bad, I’ll take them away for a bit.” He covers you with the second blanket, resting his hands up by your shoulders. “And you won’t…” Trapping and staring you down. “Do anything to make me have to get rid of them.” Your Master leans in. “And you.”

As you feel his breath against your lips, you quiver. You whisper back “Yes, Master. I won’t do anything so horrible that will make you get rid of me.”

You feel a tear roll down your cheek, and he kisses it away, before kissing you. Gentle and sweet. “Good girl.” He rests his forehead against yours. “You’ve earned an extra treat.”

He slowly leans back up, rubbing his back. “Stay right here as I put the groceries away.” You watch him walk over, pull out a few items from each bag, shove those in the freezer before putting both bags in the fridge. “You can sort it out later.” He quickly walks back over.

Taking your old phone out of his jacket and setting it on the nightstand, he then disrobes. Setting his boots by the door, then his clothes on the loveseat alongside his belt. You gaze up and down your aged Master. Time has been kind to him. You can’t help but linger on his half hard cock.

“You know…” He stands in front of the box. “Maybe if you had more toys…” He slowly pulls out your trusty hitachi wand. “…then you wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place.” He plugs it in, resting it on the nightstand before climbing in on the other side of the bed.

Your Master joins you under the covers. “But, no, you’ve been one of the most sex-starved fans I’ve ever seen!” He takes your plushie away, setting them aside. Your Master wraps an arm around your shoulders, holding you close as he holds his hand out. You hand him your wand. He kisses your cheek. “Good girl.”

You instinctively part your legs, and he chuckles. He kisses your forehead as you lift the blankets up, and he brings the wand in, resting the cold head against your wet pussy.

“Grab your phone.”

You do as he says, and feel your blush getting worse as your phone wakes up. Your lock screen is still the selfie you got with him that fateful morning.

“Go to your photos.”

It’s already unlocked, and all that’s left on your home screen is the photo app. One of the various photos you got of him during the concert when you snuck away from your duties is still your background.

As you tap on the app, he repositions the wand’s head to rest right on your clit.

“Start from the beginning of that day.”

It started normally. Some photos of the morning sky out your window, your work outfit.

“Tell me something, little whore. Is your uniform normally that tight on you?”

“…it had shrunk in the wash. I had…other outfits, but chose that one.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Then a couple of sneaky photos of Trent.

“You really thought you were slick..I guess you were, in a way.” He whispers into your ear.

Then the proper selfie with him. Some shots of the stage as they were setting up.

“You were being so disobedient that day.” As you flick through more shots of the concert itself.

“Do you realize how often you were flaunting yourself to me?”

“No, Master.”

“How eager you were to prove to me that you would take care of my every need?”

“No, Master.”

“How wet you were when you came in the green room that I could practically smell you?”

“No, Master!”

“No, no, no, of course you were oblivious!” He mocks you.

As you flick past a recording of the curtains closing, you see something new.

It’s you. And him. On the couch, after you passed out on him.

He switches the wand on.

You let out a moan as he tells you “Go slow, take in every detail.”

The next one is a video of you resting on him in a car, both in the back seat. He’s smiling, and brushes some hair away from your face.

Then it’s you on the bed.

Then your naked body on the bed. Then you’re restrained.

He pins your legs open with his, then turns the wand up a level. You moan louder than you expected.

“You’re a really beautiful woman. Cute face, pretty tits, and a desperate pussy aching to be filled.” Your Master kisses under your ear.

You swipe, and there’s your pussy after he filled it.

“Do you know how happy I was to find your supply of birth control at your old place? Not that I won’t clean you up again. Not by a long shot.”

He turns it up another level, and you struggle to keep the phone up. Your panting and moaning fill the small room.

“One more, come on good girl.”

And it’s the video he just took. It starts after he gave you some semblance of control. You watch yourself be an absolute whore. As past him gets closer, he turns the wand onto the highest level. You finally cum, screaming as he cums all over your face. But he doesn’t turn the wand off. You cum over and over as you watch yourself realize you’re being recorded.

Then it stops. He turns the wand off and the phone finally drops from your grasp as the aftershocks rip through you. But, he’s not mad. Your Master sets the wand back on the nightstand, kisses you, then takes a photo of you.

Trent shows you right after; your face’s flushed, covered in sweat, eyes glazed over, blissful.

“Good girl.” He pants out. “There’s one last gift for you.” He pulls out your short suction cup dildo from the box before knocking it off the bed. “You know, earlier I debated on just leaving this little guy in you before I left. But,” He pushes the covers back, fully erect as he holds the dildo against his cock. He’s clearly the bigger of the two. “I think my little slave is desperate for something bigger.” He slams the dildo against the nightstand.

He kneels between your legs. “If you ever used that while thinking of me, I hope…” He lifts your hips up and closer to him. “…that you’re pleasantly surprised.” He slams his cock into your pussy.

You moan out “Oh God, yes Master!” as you hold out your arms for him. He leans down, letting you wrap yourself around him. He’s pounding you like an animal again.

“So wet, so hot, all for me…” He trails off as he starts to kiss your neck. You kiss his until he starts to bite. You pant against him “Mark me more, Master. Make sure everyone knows who I belong to.”

You’re rewarded with a harder bite as he speeds up. You long to drag your nails down his back, but you haven’t earned that right. Instead you hold him as his thrusts get faster. He releases and kisses you. He moans out your name along with sweet nothings as he gets closer and closer, until he finally cums. And as you feel his throbbing cock finally fill you, you cum too.

He lays on top of you after, still inside you, and you find yourself dragging a hand up from his back and into his short, black dyed hair.

You pet his head.

He pulls his head up enough to look at you with an eye. Not mad, maybe just confused. You smile at Trent, and he shrugs, plopping his head back down.

You two rest like this for a while, enjoying the afterglow.

Eventually, Trent slowly slinks down until his head’s between your legs. True to his word, he cleans you again with his mouth and fingers. Your over-sensitive pussy gets close to cumming again with all the attention she gets, but he’s quickly done. He kisses your clit before coming back up and kissing you, making you taste the mix of you two.

He then covers you both back up.

“I won’t be here in the morning.” The old man holds you again like he did earlier. “I’ll be leaving you some books and there’s enough groceries in there for a couple weeks. I won’t be gone that long, but I’d rather be prepared.”

Fear bubbles in your chest. “But, what if you are?” Hoping you can be honest for a moment.

Trent shakes his head, back to being casual. “Days like that won’t come for a long while, and you’ll be more prepared before all that. A lot more ways to keep you busy, more supplies, and even a way to contact me…and only me.”

“Yes, Master.” You don’t hesitate, and he rewards you with a kiss.

“Good girl. Now, let’s get some sleep.”

He grabs your stuffed animal, handing them back to you before holding you closer.

He says your name while telling you goodnight.

“Goodnight…Master.”

He gives one last kiss.

“What a good little slave I have.”