(I spent the week learning CSP, so no real people edits today. Please accept my drawing of an edit instead.)

Tightening, soreness, humiliation. My jaw aches from Amber's weight and my tongue feels like sandpaper in my mouth. How long have I been down here? 20 minutes, an hour?

"Ugh, c'mon at least get a rhythm going or something. I can't cum if you're not even gonna try! Do you want me to smother you with my ass again? And for God sake work the clit, you amateur!"

I do as she asks. I've learned I value breathing far more than this embarrassment. Being brought to the edge of passing out over and over again is a pure marriage of physical and psychological torture. My stomach churns in disgust all the same. Telling her I'm not gay is moot at this point. We both know that doesn't matter. Staring up from between her legs, Amber's eyes are closed tightly in concentration as her thighs clench the sides of my head in a sweaty vice. The only thing that matters to her right now is using me to hit the big O. A mixture of her own fluids and my spit forms around the base of my nose. Everything is wet and smells like hot shame.

Today was supposed to be a nice day, unseasonably warm for February. Mom had demanded I get out of the house and enjoy a little sunshine. About 20 minutes down the road, she passes me in the street. I tried staying low, she had her headphones on so I thought she might just jog right by. No such luck. I should have stayed in my room, outside is overrated. I tried fighting her off but the taser she had for "self-defense" ended up winning out.

"Almost." A barely audible whisper accompanies a sharp pain as she pulls my hair, driving me even deeper into her. I pick up the pace in kind, just let this nightmare end.

The vice of her thighs is a boa constrictor threatening to pop my skull. Just as my eyes begin to hurt from the pressure they release suddenly, drowning me in a nasty sour torrent of girly juices. I press my lips together, but it still goes up my nose.

"~Ahhh! Bout time!" Amber flops off of me and face-down onto her bed. Her back heaves from exhaustion, how dare she be exhausted when I did all the work.

I take the opportunity and bolt. I know if I let her recuperate for even five more seconds while not doing anything she's gonna make me do her ass next. It's happened before. Fuck that. Reaching the door to her room I release the privacy lock and—

*whump!*

Fall flat on my face. I forgot to undo the goddamn rope!

A thin yet very durable nylon rope coils from my ankle to the base of Amber's bedframe. No no no!

"Nice fall, didn't hurt yourself, did you?" Amber lifts herself off the mattress, turning to face me with that dreamy half-lidded gaze.

I want to say something back, but I know nothing I say will make a difference. Amber feeds off of that negativity, the cries for help and begging her not to do it. I won't give her that, not today. Spinning around, I try pulling the nylon knot around my ankle. No use, her knot skills suck and it's more a gordian knot at this point, if only I had a knife.

Her voice interrupts my analysis. "Tell you what, you made me laugh so I'll make you a deal. You come over here willingly and rim me and I won't smother you. I'm tired and don't wanna deal with your shit. But if you make me get up and drag you over here, I'm gonna make you regret it. Your call."

I stare at the knot around my ankle, then the door to her room, then back to her. Imagining the sweet smell of the outdoors, and the even sweeter smell of my room when I go home. But I know she isn't lying. A failed escape will make things so much worse...

Sighing, I get up and walk over to the bed. She grins and rolls onto her stomach, beckoning me.

Like I said, breathing is far more preferable to this embarrassment. I wish I was more confident.

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