Collaborative sex stories let us write the plot together
(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Anne_Nony_Mouse...)
You hurriedly type up an email, saying you’ll buy Rachel back, but will need a couple days to get that amount of money from the bank, since you have a maximum amount for daily withdrawals, and they are insisting on cash.
You get a reply the next day, saying they understand, and are sorry you hadn’t spent it all, that they’d have loved to get to keep her. This is followed by a “winky face” emoji, and multiple eggplant emojis, showing they are teasing, but also that they enjoyed her. Which you can understand. You’ve missed her terribly. Your cock has especially.
A few days later, you have the money, and are waiting at the pre-arranged meeting spot. It is mid-afternoon, in the parking lot of the local shopping plaza. You have the money in a backpack, and were told to wait for a red sports car to pull up.
Ten minutes pass from the designated meet time… fifteen… you are starting to get nervous. Finally, you see a car driving up that matches the description you were given.
“Needed one last fuck for the road. And to give her a souvenir of the best cock she’ll ever have had!” The driver opens the door, and Rachel gets out, blushing intensely, almost matching his car’s paint job. You hand him the backpack of money, and he counts it, then nods in satisfaction, and drives off.
Rachel gets in the car without saying a word, and looks at you, waiting for you to get in. Not sure what to say, you get in, and start to drive towards home.
Finally, half a block from home, you stop the car, and pull over to the side of the road.
You turn to your girlfriend and ask her, “Are… are you okay? Do you regret doing this? Did you enjoy it? I have so many questions, sweetheart, but first and foremost, I need to know. Are you okay?”
Rachel inhales sharply, blinks a couple times, sighs, and opens her mouth, then closes it, looks around, like she is trying to… sort through her thoughts maybe?
After a couple more false starts (you are waiting patiently throughout this, not saying a word) she finally says, in a faint voice, barely above a whisper, “I… I loved it. I loved being treated like a slave, a whore, a fuckdoll. But then you took me away from it. But you did buy me. So that means you own me now, Master.”
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