Maggie’s Slutty Reality Ch. 1.2

It was like staring at candy at a store and it was there for the taking, but I had a strange feeling that was exactly what they wanted. Almost as if this was one final test, that if I couldn’t stop myself from indulging in this desire, I would be there’s once again with no way out and this was in a way, accepting what I was and what they wanted me to become. So, I had to once and for all stop myself before I fell further into their grasp, just as I had gotten out of it.

“This is the correct address, right Ms.?”

“Um, yes.”

He got out of the way holding the door open and reaching a hand out to help me out of the car. I took it and felt his firm grasp around my tiny hand as he pulled me out of the car and onto my feet. I walked back to the front door, but worried that it was locked and I didn’t have my keys on me and wasn’t sure what to tell my parents about the man and the car outside.

“A key was left under the mat Ms.” Were the last words the driver said as he walked around to get back to the other side of the car, I looked back to see him giving me one last look before he opened the door and got back inside.

I looked under the mat to see the key he had talked about and heard the car start and looked back in time to see it drive off. Something felt different, like a great weight was lifted off of me as I watched it drive away and unlocked the door, walking into my home. I was relieved to see no one was home and figured my parents were out running an errand or out seeing a movie, whatever it was, they weren’t home and I was thankful.

When I got to my room, I was shocked to see it was back to the way it used to be before this whole thing began, the curtains, my bed, the dresser, even how messy it was. It was like someone had hit a big undo button and it instantly turned back to normal. I decided the normal cleansing shower wasn’t going to be enough and a hot bath was needed instead and began filling the tub as I undressed and looked at myself clearly in the mirror.

“Is it finally all over,” I said to myself in the mirror.

“It is if you want it to be,” I imagined myself responding.

“What do you mean if I want it to be?”

“You saw Benjamin, you saw what could have been, you could have taken that girl’s place in an instant and they would have let you.”

“But it would have cost me everything, my friends, my family, and even my future, I would have been their little sex toy and nothing else, that would have been my whole life,” I began tearing up at the idea that I would have thrown my life away just for pleasure.

“Maybe, but now you’ll never know, I guess it’s just back to normal now, like before you went to that store.”

“Yeah, just like before I went to that store.”

“Good luck with that, we saw how that turned out.”

I heard water start to spill onto the floor and jumped to stop the faucet from running anymore and pulled the plug to drain some of the water out before I completely flooded my bathroom. Letting out a deep sigh, seeing that the bath was now just right I slowly stepped in and sat down, bringing my knees to my chest and hugging my legs, like a child trying to comfort herself. The warm water felt nice and I always loved being in water, the feeling was almost weightlessness, both physically and mentally, like I was floating on clouds. I didn’t know what I meant by good luck with that. It was me who said it but I started growing annoyed at the thought of that response, good luck with that.

I mean I knew I was getting hornier and hornier each day thinking about the time I walked into that store and ran out like a coward. What it was, how it would have felt, the fantasy growing and manifesting into what it had finally become the day I lived it. I worried that it was going to happen again, maybe that’s what I meant by good luck with that, that with each day, those feelings were going to grow again until they ran out of control and I needed to find the release of reality once again.

I knew now the consequences though of being so naïve of doing that without worrying about someone finding out. That if the wrong person knew, that would mean that they would now have control over me like the previous people did, that I would again be at the mercy of someone else and the risk of losing everything once again. I couldn’t let that happen, not again, I couldn’t let myself get that out of control that I couldn’t get it back or worse, not just hurt my reputation but myself as well in the process. The idea of course greatly scared me but at the same time, it also brought back that arousal I felt when I was on the edge of getting caught. Like the intensity of the emotion itself was making my arousal that much stronger. What was wrong with me that fear was turning me on?

I lowered my legs completely into the water, letting the warmth rush over my skin and I looked down to see myself, naked, pale and vulnerable and the tingling sensation started to come back between my legs, the arousal, the desire, the need. I needed to cum so badly and maybe that’s what I needed to do to ease my desire.