Saturday March 09, 2024

The broach hadn’t made Alice into a slut, she had always been that, but it had bound her in a way that she wasn’t very happy with.

She’d been traipsing around Europe for almost a year when she met Sven, going from city to city, hooking up with someone that could afford her, and then moving on.

Sven had been different, and she’d avoid him for quite a while, but two things had changed her mind. The first was he was clearly interested in her, the second was that he was one of the richest men in the city.

Really only the second had been important to her, but the first just made it easier.

Their deal was easy enough, she hung off his arm, sucked his dick, fucked him whenever he wanted, and he provided her with gifts and an allowance. They both had held up their ends of the bargain for a few months, but Alice had started to feel the need to move on again and had started to drop hints to Sven about it.

Perhaps she should have been suspicious when he gave her the broach, it wasn’t really her style nor was it like the other gifts he’d given her, but a gift was a gift and she could aways sell it. So she’d smiled and let him put it around her neck, she knew it was a mistake the instant the cold metal touched her skin and she gasped.

Some kind of power flowed through her and her whole body shivered as her eyes went wide. Then, Sven smiled and continued on as if nothing had happened.

The last few weeks had been so strange, he hadn’t fucked her, he hadn’t let her suck his dick, he hadn’t even suggested anything sexual in any way!

“How’s my Alice doing today?” Sven asked as he walked over and placed his hand on her knee.

Her whole body shivered at his touch and she managed not to moan out loud, “Fine you bastard!” she shot back at him.

He chuckled and patted her knee, “I can see that.” he replied and stared at her tits and pussy for a moment, sending even more pleasure through her.

“Why… why won’t you fuck me?” she managed to get out in frustration.

He reached up and tapped the broach with his index finger, “You know why.” he said.

She let out a little whimper, “Please… please, just bend me over this table and fuck me! I need to cum so badly…” she replied, trailing off hoping he’d relent.

He shook his head and just walked away from her.

She hadn’t been able to orgasm since the broach touched her skin, even though she’d been trying every night since them. Fingers, dildos, vibrators, nothing worked.

She knew what would, but she knew also what he wanted. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh, then parted her lips.

“I’ll be your fuck toy!” she cried out to him, “I’ll be your fuck toy for as long as you want. You can own me, use me, fuck me, any way you want! Please…” she started to trail off a little, “…please just fuck me and let me cum.”

He stopped walking away and came back to her, his hand coming to rest on her cheek as he turned her head towards him.

“You understand what that means?” he asked.

“Yes.” she replied.

“If I want to dress you up and show you off?”

“Yes.” she replied.

“No more silly talk about leaving?”

“Yes.” she replied.

“If I want you to play a role; the horny slut, the dirty whore, the innocent student?”

“Yes.” she replied.

“If I want to bend you over and fuck that sweet little ass you have denied me?

She hesitated on a moment, “Yes.”

He smiled and let his hand fall down to her breast and squeeze it, she let out a moan like she had not been touched in years.

Then he was bending her over the table, fucking her needy, slutty little pussy, and she knew she would be cumming soon and she wondered if there would be anything left of her old self she did.