Plastic Pleasure - Michelle Ch. 04

Your task for today is to make it through reading this entire document without coming. Sounds easy, you say. It's just a page. Or two. Do I think you have no control? Of course, I'm going to be stroking your cock as you read. Feel it? My soft hand. Wrapped around your cock. Slippery with the lube I applied just a moment ago? See my pretty polish? Black. My winter color. Such a contrast against your pale cock, although I think that even now as the blood is flowing in, it's turning an ever more solid shade of pink or purple. You can do it. I know you can. You're my good boy. Say it. "I'm your good boy. I can follow directions. I can be obedient." See. I know you. I know you want to make it because I gave you clear instructions, even though part of you knows I don't. Part of me wants you to fail because then I know I have complete control over you. You couldn't do it. You couldn't resist me. Let's see what side wins out. You can look. You ca...

*** Break Down *** Michelle finished washing, following with a mouthful of Listerine. She saw the bottle was nearly empty and hoped one of her caretakers would show up soon to replace it. Three more men used her that day, though none of them matched Dylan's friend's description. As soon as the digital clock reached four zeroes, a compartment opened in the rear corner of the booth, allowing a bed to appear. The redhead ate the paste designed for FACs before laying down and falling asleep immediately. "Michael!" Michelle's eyes shot awake, and when she sat up, she realised her cheeks were wet with tears. Then, she was confused - she had already forgotten the name that left her lips. Once she wiped her cheeks, she saw the digital clock reading eight in the morning and smiled in excitement. Another day of serving men as a convenient relief station. She got up out of bed, causing the mattress to fold back into the wall, before crossing the threshold to the small stall...