-And then he said ”do you truly like anal?”. And I was like “whaaaat?”.- Carol covered her mouth in a vain attempt to conceal her laugh.

-What did you do?

-I kept calm and just said “only with the right person, never with a stranger”. I could have said “my friend wrote that in the dating app”, but... What kind of question is that, anyways? Then he called me cock-teaser. I dress almost like a nun! How am I going to tease anybody?

-So you are not seeing him again.

-He's made clear what did he expect. No, thank you.- I shook my head.- Besides, I don't like it, like it. I mean, it's fine, but... You know, from time to time.- She nooded. I took a sip of my beer.- Why wait?- I asked after a pause.

-Wait for what?

-My fortieth birthday, why?

-I want to give you enough time to make the right choice. Don't rush it.- She made a gesture with her hands indicating me to slow down.

-Rush?- I took another gulp.- Except for Simon I haven't done anything sexual with a man in... Twenty years?- I gave it a thought and finally nodded.- Nearly twenty years...- I processed it with more beer.

-Look, I don't...

-It doesn't matter. Make me yours. What does that even mean, by the way?- She shook her head.- No? No what? That is your idea! And the app and the dates. I'm tired, you just do..., that or whatever.

-Look I... Let me explain, ok?- She made a rather long pause.- There were rumors about you in highschool. According to them you were...

-Easy.- I remembered very well those absolutely unfair rumors.

-Yes. Well, in your first date with a guy, for an inexplicable reason, you gave him a blowjob.- I nodded. That was an embarrasing memory.- You promised me that you wouldn't do it again. And you kept your word, except that in the second and third dates you gave them handjobs. Always with the same outcome. They bragged about their conquest and your legend grew. So I told you...

-”You are always dating jerks. You have a terrible taste. The next time someone asks you out come see me first.”- I quoted her. She had protected me always.

-Yes. So I started to give you advises. Not always good ones, I admit.- She rolled her eyes and smiled, as a sign of apology. I nodded and winked my eye.- And you did it. You did all I asked for. You changed your clothes for more conservative stuff. Your hair. Those enormous glasses...- We laughed.- But most important you stopped giving away things.

-And the jerks stopped asking me out.

-Curiously rather nice ones did and you ignored them as well. I just thought that you were tired of guys. Years after that, already in college, a girl asked you out and you accepted. That was fucking confusing!- She shrugged her shoulders and I nodded, still surprised so many years later.- Of course you didn't give her anything and she got bored. But I thought: maybe she is into girls and she loves me.

-You and your ego.- For around five minutes she tickled me, I tickled her back, and we pretended to have a completely harmless fight. We musted look ridiculous, if someone where watching.

-So we started to do..., things, from time to time. You know, kisses, finger each other... All that.- I remembered that vividly.- And we had fun. We did, right?- I nodded.- But you were not into it. I always took the first step and you just followed along.

-That's why we stopped? You thought I didn't like it?

-Yes.- She held my hand, apologizing again for a non existing offense.- No, but listen. I kept thinking, trying to unveil the mistery. And finally, I saw the pattern.- I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing where was that going, and prompted her to go on with a gesture of my hand.- You were constantly..., how can I say... You used to do whatever other people told you to do. A great student, an obedient daughter, a loyal friend, an open minded lover...- We laughed at her witticism.- More than once you asked me permission to go home with your parents!

-Did I?- Incredible.

-Yes, you did, trust me. So I started to read about that until I found an explanation. Thanks to that I knew what I had done right and wrong.- I frowned.- Intending to protect you I controlled you, and because of that you didn't commit the mistakes any young person is supposed to commit. I had made you emotionally dependant.

-I'm what? What's that supposed to mean?

-It's..., hard to explain...- She made a short pause.- The thing is that, unbeknown to me, we had started a path. Yes? So, I've been reading a lot. I know what I must do now. I've known for a long time. But due to my mistakes, I wasn't sure whether if I should take the next step or not.- I shook my head. I wasn't understanding her reasoning.- I have the means to make you happy, instead of this limbo we've been living in. The real thing. But I cannot make that decision on your behalf.

-I don't know...

-I love you.- She kissed the back of my hand. That statement scared me a bit.- As a friend.- Better.- I won't fail. I assure you that.

-I don't get it. What's the problem?

-The problem is that you've never had a real relationship. I wanted you to experience things without my involvement. I wanted you to choose me over others, as long as you can still choose.

-I'm an adult.- That was quite offensive.- You think I'm a child or what?

-I... I wanted you to have a boyfriend at least. A good one, not a jerk.- I was going to talk but she stopped me.- But then I saw you with that guy at the costume party.

-In the fourth chapter, yes.

-The fourth chapter? What the f...?- I shurgged my shoulders, she scratched her head.- Okey... I saw you with that guy, and thought: No.

-No?- No?

-No. You're mine. I'm not going to wait any longer.- I smiled assuming that she was kidding.- No, don't. You've been following my instructions since we were seven years old, one way or another. Admit it.- I nodded hestangtly.- No, admit it.

-Well, yes, we are friends, I trust you. I don't really know which mistakes are you talking about. I'm fine.

-Exactly. You are smart, you are healthy, you are awesome.- I blushed.- We are great together.- I nodded.- We can be better. Trust me, I'm familiar with this shit, I'm going to make you happy.- She made a pause. When she talked again she used a different tone, slightly more authoritarian.- Six years. I won't wait any longer.- She came closer and whispered to my ear.- You are mine.- She made a dramatic pause.- I know which mistakes I made, it won't happen again.- She nibbled softly my ear.

-But...- I gulped. The last part of her speech had made me feel something that could only be described as a weird, yet intense, arousal.- If I'm yours, and you are going to sabotage any possible relationship...- She looked at my eyes, her nose almost touching mine. I rubbed my cheek with hers and whispered to her ear.- Why wait..., Mistress?- She gazed at my eyes and raised an eyebrow.- If you are going to make me happy...

She got up and went to my bedroom. A few minutes later she came back naked from the waist down with the dildo harness firmly strapped against her crotch. She placed a chair in front of mine and sat down. Then she lifted my skirt and removed the chastity belt.

-Ok... Last chance.- Grabbing my hands she brought me closer to her. She lifted my skirt and made me straddle her thighs. Then grabbing my buttocks she brought me closer until the girth of the dildo touched my labia. My heart pumped so fast that I thought it would explode.- If we do this there is no going back. I will do what I must. You will do what I say.- I didn't move so she kept talking.- You think you are frigid. You think sex is not for you. We will check that.- She kept staring at my eyes, reaching into my soul.- Yes? No?

I nodded but didn't move, so nervous I was. She pushed under my buttocks, lifting me and giding my entrance to the tip of the dildo. It was slick, she had couted it in lube. I closed my eyes and let myself go. I went down slowly, the dildo entering me with zero resistance. I kept going until I felt the skin of her thighs touching on my buttocks and then a bit more. My pussy throbbed, surprised by the unexpected intruder. I opened my eyes and met her gaze. Then she closed hers, smiled and hugged me tightly, the dildo entering a bit more.



The new egg had a few interesting features. First, it was noteably bigger. Second, it had ten levels of intensity where the lowest one was barely perceptible. Third and worst, through an array of carefully calibrated sensors it could know when was I about to peak. In general, the “release-0” option used to be activated, meaning that regardless of any other functioning parameter the vibrations would stop just before I reached the finish line.

Four months after I choose not to choose ever again, I knew without a doubt two things about myself: first, I was about a 10 to 20 percent less sensitive than a normal person, and, second, thanks to my Mistress' games, it didn't matter at all. For being precise, I guess we were spending 10 to 20 percent more of battery.

Mistress was talking with a guy in the parking lot of grocery store. They talked about many topics without deepening. The guy was more interested on my legs where half of the thigh bands of the chastity belt were visible under my denim cut-offs. Then his gaze went to my tummy where half of the waist band also showed over the shorts. After that he found that my halter top didn't cover up the U-bars hanging from my nipples, also because of the lack of bra. The fact that Mistres had asked me to put my hands on my back and open my legs, thrusting slightly my hips forward didn't help either. Then he looked briefly to the person who was talking to him and returned to my legs completing another full circle.

-Doll? Could you please put the bags on the trunk and sit in the car?- Mistress used to call me “doll” even in public. She lifted her keys to my face. Blushing I took them with my mouth. When I turned around and moved my hands with the bags to my sides she slapped softly my buttock.

When I sat in the car on the passenger's side, I noticed that the egg was buzzing on a very low setting, but I didn't know exactly for how long, so focused I was on all the stares I was getting. As usual, the controller device was inside my leather pouch, on my waist. If had known earlier how easy meeting men would be.

-How much time has been this thing buzzing?- I asked her as soon as she entered in the car.

-I don't know. I've put it on random. Is funny that you are asking me.- She laughed.

-I was distracted, shut up.- I blushed a bit more. Being publicly paraded was very embarrassing, and hot, and fun and embarrassing.

-Sure you were. The guy wants to ask you out, by the way. Interested?

-I don't know, Mistress. Am I?- One of the main rules stated that I couldn't touch any erogenous zone of any person without her permission, including mine, so any date would be pointless.

-Of course not, doll. You are mine.

-Then I'm not.- I shrugged my shoulders.

-Cool. Belt.- I fitted the security belt.- Cuffs.- I opened the glove compartment, took the metal handcuffs and locked my hands on my back. In the meantime she connected her cell phone to the egg controller inside the pouch with a wire and tipped something. Immediately the egg started to vibrate at a very hight intensity.

-What the...?- I squirmed on my seat trying my best to not disobey her when she ordered me to sit down.

-Isn't it fun, doll? The controller program is connected to the phone's GPS, the slower goes the car the stronger gets the vibration.- She placed the phone over my thigh forcing me to stay immobile, and patted on my knees to indicate to open my legs a bit more.- You still cannot control your orgasms, so the “release-0” command remains.

-Mmmmm...- I moaned loudly.- Thank you?

-You are welcome, doll.- She started the engine and we left. Along the way, the egg stopped suddenly a couple of times, thanks to which I knew that I was about to peak. From my perspective I couldn't know exactly when was I more or less ready. I was there, just there. Traffic was slow, a lot of cars. I was in a daze, just there. The third time, I gasped and clenched my teeth she reached the phone and stopped the program. The car wasn't moving, we were waiting for the traffic light.- Do you have any particular emergency right now?

-I'm..., ready..., Mistress.- I managed to say with a tiny voice. Another one of the main rules was that I couldn't ask, demand, beg or bargain for an orgasm. I only had permission to inform her about my uneasiness in a civilised way. She would decide how to proceed and I would accept the decission stoically, although I would have permission to express my disagreement in a civilised way as well. That was related to a third main rule: I had not permission to lie to her. Never.

-Very well, doll. When was the last time, by the way?- She tipped something and the egg vibrated for a pair of seconds.- Oh, yes. Saturday, five days ago.- She snapped her fingers, a wicked smile on her lips.- So let's do this, I'm going to change the “release” parameter from zero to one, but the time expires the moment I park the car. One orgasm allowed.

-My street is around the corner, Mistress.

-Is it?- She looked around pretending to be surprised.- Oh, my..., it's true! Well, fortunately you are non-sexual. Right, my beautiful doll?

-I hate you.- No, I didn't. Was that a lie? Yes. Was that true in the exact moment I said it? Kind of, yes. We had already had that discussion, no big deal.

-No, you don't.- She grabbed my hand and kissed it on the back. Then she activated again the sequence just before the light changed to green.