Spin the Wheel - White's Funhouse

She didn't hear the whisper, probably because she wasn't paying any attention.

But her body registered surprise, as did her face, when the girl's pace changed. Somewhere within her, she knew what was happening. But even if she did know, she couldn't stop herself from at least trying to press back into the girl's hand, to get at least some motion out of the damnable restraints.

Finally, after what seemed to her like an eternity, which was in reality probably just a few moments, she spoke again.

"Please," was the quiet whimper. The funny part about it was that it was rather evident that she didn't even know what it was that she wanted.

"Mmmm." he sounded amused, and caressed her face again. "Considering your situation, my pet, I think its only fair for you to offer me something in return for your... Release."

From how he said it, there was no doubt it had nothing to do with her shackles.

She whimpered again, her mouth open as she spoke, but somehow she sounded so very confused.

"What does Master want?"

She'd already offered him everything. Thus, current situation.

He sounded even more amused. "What can you offer that I don't already have?"

The girl's pace changed again. They were making it clear to her she would not be allowed to release unless they let her.

She sounded both completely amused and completely frustrated. Both whimpering and moaning, as well as looking quite upset. Yes, that's right, upset.

"I don't know ... please ... what can I do?" Yes, that was serious emotional upheaval.

He caressed her cheek again. "Oh, pet. You know I would relent if you begged, I care about you too much not to. But I was hoping you'd use that beautiful mind of yours to think of something more... interesting."

Oh ... oh ... it was easy to see. She was very, very close to tears. Not just from frustration, but there was something else, something hidden, something lurking within that caused her breath to hitch ...

"I don't know," she admitted, and it was hard to admit. Hard, because this ... the proof of her innocence came out in that one blunt, worried statement.

She truly didn't know.

He was whispering in her ear. "Another night." he whispered. "Another night, where you will place yourself in my hands again, like this one. A night of my choosing, to be declared at any time. Do you swear it?"

That was an even bigger risk, and she knew it. But at this point, so much had already been risked. So much had already been put on the line. And really, that was probably the strangest request she had heard yet.

Her head came up, her mouth falling open in surprise. She almost forgot what the woman behind her was doing ...

"Of course, Master. I thought that was established earlier."

He finished the kiss, gently pulling back before giving her lip a tiny bite. She could feel him smiling. The girl, by now, was oiling down Griselda's thighs. White's hands were still on her cheeks.

"How was that, precious?"

The girl's hand left her. Despite all she had said earlier about not having an urge to be with another woman and about being conservative, she whimpered in such a way that was a soft sound of protest.

She whimpered again when she felt his teeth on her lip. Then her lips curved into a smile.

"Very good. Thank you, Master," was her quiet, panting reply.

"You want more, don't you?" his hand caressed her right breast again, giving nipple a gentle pinch.

She made a soft gasping noise when he pinched the sensitive flesh of her nipple. She bit her lip on the noise, moaning softly as she continued to rock back and forth within the restraints.

"Yes, Master," she answered him truthfully, equal parts passion and curiosity in her tone. She was curious what he would do to her, as well as being well and truly heated now.

Meanwhile, the girl had done an excellent job of her legs and feet, and was working up behind her.

He whispered in her ear. "How much contact can your left breast withstand?"

Her head fell forward, and when she spoke, she sounded sad.

"None," she said softly, full of sorrow. "I'm sorry, Master. But any intentional touch, sometimes even unintentional, will trigger it."

"Mmm... tell me what it does to you."

She frowned.

"The trigger is tripped, and it's like I am trapped. I don't have any control of myself, other than to become what is, essentially, a walking, talking blow-up doll. There is a specific routine to end it, but it's difficult. It is, essentially, until Joseph comes and takes me, it won't end. It is more than submission, it is a trap, that cannot be undone until Joseph has had his way with me, which most often includes injury of some sort. I think it's required, but I'm not sure."

She frowned more. "To put it simply, Master, I lose my personality completely in favor of saying things that are out of character for me, as well as doing things that are uncharacteristic for me, as well. I become a sexual plaything, until what time Joseph sees fit to end it."

Another stroke of her cheek. "Mmm. And how you behave with me? Is it in character for you?"

There was a momentary pause as she tilted her head toward his hand.

"Yes, Master. Insofar as it is still my choice to react this way. If it is not normal for me to behave in such wanton ways, it is still my choice, still me. I could stop if I wanted to."

"Mmmm. You are a delight, pet."

The girls fingers, meanwhile, had made their way to Griselda's buttocks. They were gently probing her...

Her back arched almost impossibly. She gasped in surprise at being probed again. She bit her lip on a long whimper.

"Thank you, Master ... " she said, the sounds in her throat coming from her almost as though she couldn't stop them if she wanted to. "May I ... may speak freely ... ?" she asked, though it took her a few moments to say it.