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Gabby is truly a master romantic. They've really outdone themselves this time with making something completely perfect. Just like Spike and Tess, Gabby and Ffrances are disgustingly cute together. -
By Wannatripbaby · Posted
Ch.7 Epilogue "Kaity… Wake up, sweetheart…" I stirred and opened my eyes, taking in surroundings that were, at the moment, unfamiliar to me. There was no drab, grey cement or iron bars. I was lying in an actual bed instead of a padded mat on the floor. And instead of being awoken by the clanging of a heavy metal door as Nancy brought me my breakfast, I was being gently coaxed from my slumber by… "Mmmmorning Master…" I yawned. I hadn't even intentionally used that honorific. It just came out naturally, as if I were speaking the name of a friend I'd known for years. A blush formed across my cheeks as I realized what I'd called him instead of his name. "We umm… Did we… last night…?" Connor grinned and nodded, "We most certainly did." Heat pooled in my loins, and I was pretty sure it wasn't because I was peeing myself this time. God, I don't even remember falling asleep! All I knew was that right now I felt more well-rested than I ever had in my entirely life, while simultaneously not wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of my bed. I reached out and grabbed his arm, clutching it to my chest. I wasn't normally so lovey-dovey, especially right after waking up. But after what he did to me last night, I just felt an insatiably need to have him close to me. He let me cuddle his arm for a few moments, stroking my chest with his thumb, almost absent-mindedly, while I basked in his touch. In a single night this man had completely ruined me. I was thoroughly and utterly addicted to his touch, his voice, his scent… Everything about him set every one of my senses on fire. "There's a certain somebody in the kitchen who'd like to make a proper introduction to you, Kaity." I opened my eyes and stared up at him, a sinking feeling settling in my gut. Heather. Connor's wife. The wife of the man who, just a few short hours ago, had his dick buried deep inside of me. Did she know? Would she be upset or jealous? "Oh…" I finally said, trying not to sound as nervous as I felt. He pulled my blankets back and unceremoniously squeezed my diaper between my legs. I let out a gasp as his touch sent electricity coursing up my spine. Apparently I was still very sensitive down there, because that simple, routine diaper check was almost enough to get me to start bucking against his hand in a fit of needy desire for even a fraction of what he did to me last night. "Your diaper should be fine for now." He declared. If he had noticed my sudden fit of horniness, he didn't acknowledge it. "Why don't you go ahead and toss your pants back on and go meet your *other* Owner?" I blinked up at him, "You're… You're not coming with me?" This time I didn't bother masking the fear in my voice. The last thing I wanted right now was a one-on-one with the woman whose husband had just fucked me last night. Seeing the unbridled terror in my eyes, my Master put a hand on my cheek, causing all of my anxieties to melt away instantly. "I know Heather can seem a little intimidating at first, but deep down she's a very kind and gentle soul. Do you trust me?" It felt like he was re-wiring my brain in real-time. I nodded up at him, "Yes Master." "Good girl, now run along. I'm gonna get my computer booted up. My shift starts in an hour." Once the tremors from his praise subsided, I obediently stood up, pulled my discarded pants from last night back up over my soggy diaper, and headed out to the kitchen. I was gonna be a good girl and follow my Master's orders, even if they were a little scary. I reached the doorway to the kitchen from the living room and stopped. There she was, standing at the counter with her back to me. Her long black hair cascaded down the back of a black crop-top. Below that, she wore lavender-colored pajama pants covered in white hearts, which ended in fuzzy pink bunny slippers. I had to admit, she wasn't quite so intimidating in her pajamas as she had been in her professional attire, and for that, I was grateful. She turned her head to glance at me over her shoulder with her icy blue eyes. "Ah, there you are. Come here, Kaity." She said before returning her attention to whatever she was doing on the counter. I obeyed, waddling up behind her, painfully aware of how loud my diaper was crinkling with every step. When I was just about within arm's reach she suddenly whirled on me, almost startling me. "Try this." She said holding out a ceramic cup. Still a little stunned, I took the cup in my hand gingerly and sniffed the steaming liquid. I nearly gasped as the almost-forgotten scent of coffee enveloped my sense! I wasted no time in taking a sip, reveling in the flavors that exploded across my tongue, "Oh God, I haven't had coffee in so long!" I practically moaned, "And is that… is that peppermint!?" Heather smiled, "I somehow knew you were a girl with good taste." Between the coffee and her praise, my brain was buzzing enough to cause me to do a little happy dance in place. "Thank you so much!" Why was I afraid of this woman thirty seconds ago? She's so nice! I tried handing the cup back to her, but instead she held up a hand and said, "That one's yours. Why don't you go have a seat while I finish making mine?" I was practically vibrating with so much joy, it's a miracle I didn't spill my coffee. "Okay!" I said, taking a seat as instructed, letting myself get lost in my drink and doing a little happy wiggle with every sip. Eventually Heather came over and sat down across from me with her own mug, "You and my husband had sex last night." I nearly spewed my mouthful of coffee all over the kitchen at that blunt statement. It wasn't even spoken as a question, but rather as an objectively true observation without emotion or pretense, as if commenting on the weather. I briefly considered lying to her about it, but immediately thought better of it. She's probably talked to Connor already. "Y-yes?" "How was it?" I blinked. Of all the questions I would've expected from her, that was NOT one of them. "How was… the sex?" "Yes. How was it?" She repeats, staring me down with those piercing, almost hypnotic blue eyes of hers. How was I supposed to answer a question like that? Was this some kind of trap? Her body language didn't seem particularly mad or upset, but maybe she just has a good poker face? Realizing I still hadn't responded to her question which she had asked twice now, I cleared my throat, "It was umm…" My face started to heat up as flashbacks of last night started replaying in my head. I didn't have much in the line of *visual* memories, since I spent most of the act with my face buried in the bedsheets, but god, even the memories of those sensations were almost overwhelming… I couldn't fight it. Any amount of shame I had left in my body had been thoroughly fucked out of me the night prior. I slumped a bit in my seat, sighing dreamily "It was life-changing…" "Life-changing…" Heather echoed, taking a long, slow drink of her coffee. "Good." The unexpectedness of that response was enough to shock me out of my stupor, "Good!?" "Yes. I'm glad you both enjoyed it." I blinked several times, "You're not, like, mad or anything?" "Not at all." She set her coffee mug to the side and steepled her fingers together in front of her, "Can I be brutally honest with you? Just between us?" "Umm… I guess? Yeah?" She was wanting me to keep secrets now? From her husband? From my Master? I wasn't sure if I could do that… But I didn't want to disobey her first real request from me. She took a deep breath, "I love Connor more than words could ever express, and I know he feels the same way towards me. But…" She glanced about the room, casting her icy gaze anywhere other than towards me. "We've been having some issues… In the bedroom." "Oh?" I tilted my head, confused. Part of me struggled to comprehend how anyone could struggle with the treatment he gave me last night. "It's not him; it's me. I've always struggled to fully relax and give myself over to him in the heat of the moment. I've tried making every excuse for myself--Maybe a different position will feel better; maybe we need longer foreplay; perhaps some toys could help improve my experience; or maybe sex is just an acquired taste for me and I need to just keep trying until it feels right?" I nodded along to her story, "But nothing worked?" She shook her head. "No. Nothing worked. In fact, it only seemed to get worse for me the harder we tried. Connor is such a sweet and gentle man, and he's been so very accommodating… But I'm not blind to his ever-growing frustrations, and I know he can sense mine as well." I leaned in, enraptured by her story, my own cup of coffee practically forgotten, "So what are you two doing about it now?" She finally turned her attention back towards me, "That's where you come in." I reeled back a bit, "I'm confused, how can I help with your…bedroom problems?" "It's simple," She began, "I'm hoping that, by giving my husband an alternative outlet to satisfy his needs, that it will take the pressure to perform 'wifely duties' off of my shoulders, and that maybe that will finally allow me to relax and enjoy it." "And… If that doesn't work?" "Then I will finally accept that I'm simply not built for sex and will focus on finding other ways to be intimate with my husband, without feeling like I'd be depriving him of what he needs." This had to be a top contender for the most-bizarre conversation I've ever had. This woman *wants* me to have sex with her husband, to save their marriage? "And I take it that Connor doesn't know about this little plan of yours?" She let out a sigh. "Connor is a sweet, gentle, caring man. I'm afraid of how devastated he'd be if he ever suspected that all of his attempts to be intimate with me over the course of our marriage have actually been very unpleasant, or even harmful to me. It would absolutely destroy him." I knew she was right. Connor was so concerned with my needs and my comfort, that he was willing to deny himself last night until I pushed him. How much stronger would those feelings be towards his own wife? "Your secret is safe with me, ma'am." Heather smiled at me, "Thank you, Kaity. I *will* tell him eventually, but I wanted to be absolutely sure before I do. In the meantime, I expect you to keep doing whatever you need to do to satisfy his needs and make him happy. Can you do that for me?" A blush formed on my cheeks as the reality fully set in that she was explicitly asking me to fuck her husband, as often as he wanted, and that doing so would make *her* happy as well. "I-I think I can do that, ma'am." She reached across the table and squeezed my hand, locking eyes with me. "Good girl." The way she practically purred those oh-so-powerful words, almost musical in quality, sent electricity coursing through my veins. I briefly wondered what it would be like getting praised by both of them at the same time, and that mental image caused me to squirm even more. I squeezed my thighs together involuntarily as neediness flared to life between my legs. The fact that I was already *this* far-gone after not even twenty-four hours here… Oh god. She released her grip on my hand. "Of course that's not the only reason I wanted Connor to adopt a Pet." I tilted my head, "Oh? It isn't?" She took another casual sip of her coffee, "I may not be quite the social butterfly my husband is, but I *do* still desire companionship from time to time, especially on days when Connor works and I'm off. Maybe we can curl up on the couch together and watch a few movies?" I nodded excitedly, "I'd love that!" "Great! Just one more thing…" She looked towards the doorway, as if checking to make sure we were still alone, before speaking in a lowered voice, "Let's leave the diapers for my husband to deal with. That's one area of Pet-ownership that I would rather avoid unless absolutely necessary." I giggled and winked at her, "Leave the dirty job to the man of the house, eh?" We both laughed and drank our coffee. When we were done, she told me I could go back to Connor, as she had to start getting ready for work--Which didn't seem fair since she had a late night last night with her emergency presentation. Either she really *was* a workaholic, or her boss was a serious dick. But it wasn't a Pet's place to question her Owner's work ethics, so I held my tongue and toddled back down the hall to my room. "How'd it go between you two?" Connor asked when I returned. "Great! We're gonna watch movies together when she has a day off." I told him excitedly, coming over to his side and kneeling down on the floor next to his chair. I didn't even really think about doing that, it just came so naturally to want to sit at my Master's feet. He wasted no time in reaching down to pet my hair, and I, of course, completely melted at his touch, resting my head on his lap. I loved this. I loved him. "You have no idea how happy that makes me, Kaity." He said, his words sending ripples of warmth cascading throughout my body. "We have some time before I have to clock in for my job. How about a quick diaper change to start your day off?" "Umm, actually…" I couldn't believe the words that were about to come out of my mouth, "I *did* just drink some coffee, and I'm due for some breakfast, so… Maybe hold off on the diaper change a little longer?" I did want a fresh diaper, but I also did NOT want to end up shitting myself ten minutes after getting changed and then having to spend half the day stinky. Connor nodded in agreement, "Good call. Let's go get you that breakfast then. Maybe I could fry up some bacon as well and share a bit with you?" My mouth was practically watering at the mere mention of bacon. "I'd like that a lot, Master." He smiled down at me. The use of his new honorific seemed to please him, as I saw the briefest flash of that same dark hunger I saw in his eyes last night, and I found myself wondering *just* how much time we had before his shift started? Maybe breakfast could wait… The End -
By spoonchicken · Posted
cash / credit 10-3 6.49 / 6.69 87 octane 6.69 / 6.89 89 octane 6.89 / 7.09 91 octane 9.10 diesel 😡😢🤬👎 -
They're disgustingly cute together that's what they are. It's cute that they have similar emotional cores in a way, they want each other to be happy and they're willing to take on different roles for each other.
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