I was taken to the room and thrown on the bed with little patience on Arthur’s part, he’s calm and cold, but his anger is shown in actions like these that aren’t as careful as the mories I have.
He simply rips my clothes off while saying I won’t need them anymore since I’m not going to work, which indicates I’ve been "fired" which was expected in this situation.
"M-Master..." I try to say sothing to maybe lighten the mood, but his look makes stay quiet as I just sigh nervously while waiting, he steps out of the room montarily while I’m left on his bed completely naked except for the collar.
I look at the photos in the room, I have them in my mories, but seeing them in person gives a more disturbing personal touch, there are several of different types, sothing they have in common is that they depict "good" monts.
Whether they’re funny monts in so way like breaking sothing and making a "funny" face or more intimate photos in dirty or suggestive positions and angles.
There are also so where I’m with him, either lying in his lap like a cat or sleeping in not-so-great positions, but still ones that to should have been great.
I hear the door opening and see Arthur with things that imdiately terrify my senses.
He has two pairs of handcuffs, ropes, a blindfold, and so kind of special ear plug, normally these kinds of things would be used for BDSM and wouldn’t be a big deal.
However, I’m a semi-human cat type, so having my vision "removed" even temporarily is unpleasant, being prevented from hearing anything is equally bad and uncomfortable.
But the worst of all is being prevented from moving, cats have a huge sense of personal control, they hate being controlled, restricted, or prevented from having an "escape route" which makes cats hate being contained in any way.
And that’s why before coming to this world the "" of this world had accepted working not to be confined to anything, and now Arthur is doing sothing he knows I hate with all my might.
My body trembles, a reflex of the instincts that cause panic, but I know that for Arthur this is also a test, he will test how sincere my excuses are.
"..." As a reflex, I want to flee, attack him, or just run away from here, anything to prevent from receiving this terrible treatnt, but with maximum ntal strength I stand still.
"..." Arthur simply approaches, putting the earplugs in my ears, they fit perfectly and the mont they are placed, any sound disappears, and just that already generates a terrible discomfort.
But I stay still as he puts a dark blindfold completely covering my vision, and finally he handcuffs my hands to the bed, leaving confined, which makes my body practically freeze with fear.
It’s desperate, a strange feeling I’m not used to, but I stay silent just waiting, struggling, screaming, or crying for help would go against what I said about accepting a punishnt.
I start to feel his touch on my body, it’s slow, deliberately slow just to increase my anxiety, his room also doesn’t help since it’s full of his scent, preventing from accurately detecting where he is or what he’s doing.
"Hmmfg" I feel pain when he inserts his cock all at once into my vagina without any preparation while squeezing my breasts, he starts to give hard and brutal thrusts, hurting a little with his movents as I just endure it.
For now, it’s still not good because I’m not aroused and the fear doesn’t help, but I want to show proactivity so I move my legs to hold him and help him with his thrusts in while saying words about how I’m enjoying it.
It’s a lie, and he knows it’s a lie, I also obviously know it’s a lie, but when a lie is repeated many tis, it can beco the truth depending on the type.
So I just lie to him and to myself, telling both of us that I’m enjoying this and that I’m loving everything, even though tears are streaming from my eyes because of the panic of being completely immobilized.
I feel his hands play with my chest while I feel a sudden kiss from him, I return it a bit too desperately, trying to distract my mind from the restraints.
Not being able to see and hear anything is terrible, so I’m trying to suppress the lack of these senses with physical contact and pain, I know the situation is happening without needing to see or hear.
So I just convince myself that everything is fine and that this is temporary while using the pain and pleasure of the little act to not think too much about the situation.
My desperate kiss isn’t very good, but he continues as our tongues intertwine and I perfectly feel him playing with my nipples, squeezing and pulling.
His hard thrusts seem to increase in pace now that they’ve been lubricated with my love juices, the sensations overwhelming faster than I’d like.
My tears don’t stop streaming as a reflex of the fear of my body, I know it’s temporary, but my feline instincts don’t care about what I think at the mont.
My legs grip him tightly in the position as if seeking comfort, while my desperate kisses are like a plea to be released, but I resist begging or trying to escape as much as possible.
I just let it be as the pleasure and pain distract a bit from the main issues, quickly I feel his thrusts increase and then he starts to cum inside .
He said he’ll fuck every day to ensure my pregnancy, he knows I can only get pregnant at specific tis, so I’d say he’s using that as an excuse to take out his anger and frustration.
I can’t hear, so I don’t know how my voice is coming out to him, but as soon as he separates from the kiss, I start to praise him and say I like this while ntally repeating that I’m loving every second of this "new experience" that is very unique.
I don’t know if he likes my tearful voice, I can’t see his face to be able to orient myself, and I can’t hear his words, I can only feel how vigorously he invades even after he’s cum, he continues.
He gives a kiss with a gentle bite that doesn’t hurt , but still catches my attention for a brief mont before he separates again, with that I beg him to put sothing in my mouth.
Even if it’s just a simple kiss, because that’s one of the things that helps maintain so control, so I feel his fingers being placed in my mouth.
I start to lick and gently bite while trying to imagine the scene to trick my brain and "pretend" to be seeing, I imagine Arthur in front of , offering his finger while I bite and suck without hurting him.
This seems to help along with the sexual stimulation he’s causing while I reach an orgasm with his thrusts, everything helps to reduce the panic a bit.
But he pulls away, which increases my panic again, he withdraws from my vagina and removes his finger from my mouth while I take a deep breath, trying not to make things worse by panicking again.
I feel his masculine scent approaching my face and I open my mouth, feeling him slowly insert his cock into my mouth, I’m careful not to bite by reflex while sucking.
The bitter taste isn’t the best, but it helps give sothing to distract my mind, he starts to caress my head, taking advantage of my submission to do what he wants while I just carefully lick his cock.
He goes back and forth in my mouth, using it for his pleasure while I just keep as calm as I can, feeling everything more easily since I’m being deprived of two of my basic senses.
My tongue is soon hit by a bitter taste and a warm, viscous liquid, showing that he’s cum, I just swallow while continuing to suck on him for what seems like an eternity.
He then moves away and goes to my pussy, repeating the process, everything seems to take so long, each second he moves away from to change position is hell, as if I’m going to go crazy with panic.
And he knows that, so he takes his ti when making the switch, he keeps repeating this over and over without stopping, when he cums in my pussy he goes to my mouth and pets my head, and when he cums in my mouth he goes to my pussy and plays with my breasts.
Always making sure to take his ti touching my body and taking advantage of my fear while repeating this, the hours pass as if they were days and more days that never really pass.
At so point, the anxiety changed focus, instead of the fear being when he would leave and take his ti to co back, it beca when he would return to give that strange pleasure.
Being deprived of everything made the generated pleasure sweeter, he was rough with my vagina and gentle with my mouth, which created a mixture that prevented from getting used to it, he played with my panic, pleasure, and need for hours.
This was terrible in various ways at the sa ti that it was strangely good, which shows the creativity of yanderes to be cruel and naughty.
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