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A Drunken Mistake (ChattyChell and Libraryman) (NFSW)

The two of them didn't stay much longer at the club. After he drew his spent cock from Freya, Jack took a few minutes for a breather before replacing the locked collar about her neck and leading the way out. A couple of envious eyes followed them as they left, though most were too busy, too drunk, or too distracted to even notice who they were.

Their drive home was rather uneventful. The most exciting thing that happened was Jack taking a moment to pet the teen's head affectionately during red lights. When they finally got to the spot where she had been picked up at eight o'clock it was late. Already ten minutes after twelve. Before Jack let her go however, he hooked a finger into her collar to pull the teen in for another kiss.

"I think you deserve a reward for being such a good girl tonight." He said with a grin as he released her. "Go on home now, and I'll think of a way to treat you really nice in a couple of days."
 
Freya whimpered quietly, muffling the sound further into his shoulder, when he eased his softened cock from exhausted pussy. She shuddered as she felt some of his seed follow him out, though it was only a small trickle of the flood he had filled her with. She hesitated for a moment when she felt the leather at her throat once again but closed her eyes instead of fighting it. Resigning herself by pulling her long hair out of the way of the lock. At least it would hide the marks that the three men had left on her neck.

Freya followed Jack out of the club, grabbing her small purse from the booth they had shared with Sam and James. She was walking slower than normal, her jelly-like legs combining with her sore core to hinder her movement. It even took a couple tries to hop into the tall cab of Jack's truck. Freya had never been more glad for her sneakers instead of heels than during that walk.

During the trip back to her car, the rumbling of the engine lulled her into a light doze. Her unconscious body leaning into Jack's petting hand each time he stroked her hair, sometimes even humming tiredly in her sleep. Once they were close to where she had parked her car, she woke up, blinking the sleep from her eyes as she straightened up in her seat.

She turned to Jack when they reached her car, prepared to mutter her goodbye and make a quick escape, when he hooked his finger into her collar. She followed with little choice, kissing him once more before he would let her go. She blinked at him, glad that the darkness was enough to hide her small frown at his words. "Thank you sir." she said quietly, her voice still rasping from the club. When it seemed like he would finally let her go, she schooled her features as best as she could before opening her door, flooding the cab with the interior light. "Goodnight."

She hopped out of the truck as quickly as possible, some of the jelly feeling leaving her legs during the ride back, and closed the door, careful not to slam it lest she drew attention. She walked to her car and got in, waiting for Jack to leave first.

Once he was gone, she slowly stripped out of the slutty clothes, finally able to put on her own clothes once more. She pushed all of her feelings about the night deep inside of her, locking them in steel box until she was ready to deal with them again. Once she was in normal clothes again, and the locked collar hidden enough, Freya drove back home. She was glad to see her parents were asleep as she went upstairs, disappearing into the bathroom to once again shower off her time spent with Jack.
 
Jack took off as soon as he saw that Freya had made it to her car and headed home himself. There wouldn't be any more fun for him tonight regretfully. No, it would be straight to bed with him. He had gotten a call earlier that day before his date for a job to do tomorrow afternoon, and this was one he didn't want to miss. It would be Freya's house after all, and little did she know that he had plans for her and her home now.

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"Come on pumpkin, we're going out." Freyas father called from outside her bedroom door that morning. "We haven't been able to have any quality time together so today is all about fixing that! Get dressed and downstairs young lady!"

After the teen had woken up to join her parents, there was no mention of her late night out. It was just morning as usual but something felt.... off. It could have been her mother who was not quite as chatty as she normally is, or maybe her father who was as friendly as ever but there was a different look in his eyes. One of... confusion? Sadness? Hurt? Her late night out probably had something to do with it, if the dark bags under his eyes were any kind of hint.

That could explain her father's need to take her out on a mandatory family outing. He was probably just worried about his little girl. Giving her an opportunity to open up with him and talk should she want, or to just have a nice relaxing day reconnecting with her parents. That was all he ever really wanted anyways. Just for her to be feel safe and wanted here with them.
 
Freya jerked awake when her father called out to her from her bedroom door. She groaned into her pillow, muffling the sound as best she could so he wouldn't hear her. Between Jack dropping her off late and haunting her dreams once again, she felt like she barely slept at all. She scrubbed her hands down her eyes, belatedly realizing that she hadn't answered her father. "Alright, I'll be down in a minute."

She waited until she heard her father's footsteps walking away before finally getting out of bed. She walked over to her closet, frowning into her mirror at the bags under her own eyes and the marks littering her skin from Jack, from his friends, and their constant rough treatment of her. She picked out some jeans and a shirt with a turtleneck collar, trying to hide the leather collar still locked around her throat. She slipped on her shoes and trapped her phone, wallet, and keys before finally heading downstairs to join her parents, her dark waves hopefully helping to hide the black leather.

Freya frowned at the bags she caught under her father's eyes, at her mother's sudden subdued nature, knowing that she was the cause of both. That Jack was the cause of both. But the reminder didn't help ease the guilt that curdled low in her belly.

Plastering a fake smile onto her face, Freya warmly greeted both her parents and tried to get them to excitedly talk about the day out they had planned for the family. She knew they would know it was faked, that she was trying to hard to pretend that everything was normal. But she couldn't tell them what had happened to her, what was still happening to her. Instead she just wanted to pretend that she could still be the girl that was happy spending time with her parents.
 
That morning, Jack woke early enough so that he could be at the storefront of an electronics company the moment it opened. He didn't have too much time before he had to go and perform his duties after all. It took a while longer than expected as things often do, especially when he was learning how to use the new tech, but it would be worth it.

Before long Jack had pulled up to the now empty home of his pet. Her father had left him instructions on what he was to do with the yard, and where the keys were in case Jack wanted a beer as a thank you after his job was done. They'd all be gone for a few hours, and because all her father wanted done was just the basics he'd have plenty of time to do what he needed.

By the time Jack arrived at the house in his box truck Freya and her family were already gone. Her father had taken them to a bowling alley to play some games together like they used to, and had booked tickets for a movie as well. This would give Freya's master ample time to to as he needed. It didn't take too long for him to finish mowing their lawn or trimming away the edges with the high end equipment he used for his work. Did a mighty fine job of it too if he said so himself.

After that though was when Jack sprung his true plan into action. Taking his toolkit with him, the man took the keys that Freya's father had told him of and used them to enter their home. He headed straight for the kitchen at this point and placed his tool kit on the counter. Opening it up revealed that there wasn't any typical tools inside, but rather a few kits for hidden cameras, the tools to mount and hide them, as well as a couple of containers filled with a type of casting clay so he could get a mold of their keys.

Once he had taken the time to make imprints of the keys on the clay, Jack then took the kit to search the house for various areas to mount the cameras. The first place he went of course was Freya's room, which thanks to her flipping him off in her window he knew where it was. Here he made sure to mount a couple within the lights and in a couple more at some other strategic angles. This was the room he wanted to see best after all. Once that was done, Jack found and placed a few cameras in each of the bathrooms to make sure that he could see her in whichever one she used. That, and if he could get some candid shots of her parents then he could also more easily blackmail her if she got a little too defiant.

With the main areas he wanted finished the older man moved on to mount the last few about the house just in case he needed them. Who knew when he might need to see the different areas of their home after all? It might just come in handy.

With both his jobs done, Jack grabbed a beer from the fridge as offered by Freya's father before leaving. With all of his things now packed up Jack quickly left their home behind and went on to the next home on his list. He still had to make a living after all, and he couldn't always just do desk work.

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A couple of hours later, Freya's father pulled into their home from the family outing. He was smiling again, almost having forgotten about his daughter's mistake last night as was her mother. They had a delightful time, and it reminded him of when Freya was younger. The man knew she was no longer a little girl and now a young woman, but he just couldn't help himself. All he wanted was to cling on to those happy memories of his precious angel.

"That was fun!" Her father exclaimed as he shut down the car and headed for the door, stooping down and grabbing the keys that Jack had replaced in the hidden spot under the porch. "We should do that more often, don't you think pumpkin?"
 
Freya actually had fun with her parents at the bowling alley, even though the abuse she had suffered, especially the night before, left her sore and moving slower than usual. She was able to convince her father to join her for some of the arcade games, the two competing good-naturedly as they tried to beat each other and one-up each other at several of the games before the three moved on to actually bowling. Freya was actually able to forget about her situation for a time, the only real reminder being the way her body felt. She could tell that her parents noticed, her mother even going so far as to ask about it, but Freya was able to easily wave off her concerns, using their games as a distraction. She never opened up to them, pretending as best as she could by talking about how excited she was for her last year of high school, talking about her work at the coffee shop, anything except what had happened to her. What was still happening to her. She was luckily able to dodge any particularly deep questions or questions about any boys until they had managed to get to the movie her father was so excited to see.

They had decided to bring some fast food home after the movie, her father speaking excitedly about the show still as they entered their home. Freya watched as her father scooped up a set of spare keys, her brows raising in question but otherwise not bringing it up. "It was indeed, Dad. Yeah, it'd be fun to have more family days like that." she confirmed, smiling at her parents. She didn't even notice the yard, despite her father's quick inspection of it as they took their food into the house. Freya set her meal on the counter in the kitchen before going upstairs to her room, kicking off her shoes and leaving her keys and wallet on her nightstand. She paused for a moment when she noticed a little bit of mud that had dried onto the carpet, but figured she had probably tracked it in the night before. She shrugged it off before heading back downstairs to eat her meal with her parents. Her body stretched out enough with the active day to not be quite so sore anymore.

After having an early dinner and checking her schedule to find that she worked the next day, Freya went to her room to gather some pajamas and headed to her bathroom to take a shower. She stood under the scalding spray for several minutes, just soaking in the water as she ran her fingers through her hair and down her body. Her fingertips slowly started exploring the more she relaxed. Cupping her breasts as her nails teased her nipples. She bit her lip hard as she felt a moan bubble up her throat, one hand slowly ghosting down her belly, her finger flicking against the barbell in her bellybutton before dipping slightly inside before quickly continuing on its journey. She slid her fingers through her curls, gripping and pulling them, her nails scratching gently at the skin beneath before finally descending to touch and tease at her folds. She bit her lip harder as a finger circled her entrance, the hole dripping with more than just water.

Good girl, I'm proud of you. Freya gasped, her body jerking as she pulled her hands away from her body at the echo of his words from the night before. She couldn't stop her panting, her blush, as she scrubbed her hands down her face before quickly finishing her shower, no longer lingering on any particular part of her body. Performing the same avoidance when she hopped out and toweled off before dressing and brushing her teeth. When finally finished, Freya disappeared into her room for the rest of the night, puttering around as she tried to push every thought of Jack from her mind.
 
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Jack had arrived at home tired from a long day's work. He almost went straight to bed but decided instead to check on his new project. Turning on his computer, thr older man was very pleased with himself upon finding out that his cameras were functioning properly. Flipping through them, he found himself even more happy to find that Freya was in the shower.

He was just in time to see her shortly before she started exploring herself. Jack undid his pants as he watched the girl soak herself in the water, and began to stroke his hardening length at the lewd sight. And as the teen's hands began to wander and play, Jack made sure to reach over onto his desk and apply some lube to make playing with his meat easier.

It was fucking hot catching his pet in such a candid moment like this. She was beginning to be perverted all on her own with not even him around to prompt her. As Freya played with her breasts, Jack imagined himself there with her, sliding inside her body from behind as she did. Oh, if he was there right then they could be having such fun he thought as he began to stroke himself faster.

As she moved on to eventually tease her delicate folds, Jack was pumping his arm vigorously and could feel himself starting to get close. Only for her to suddenly stop and force herself to keep from continuing. Letting out a grunt of disappointment, Jack's actions slowed again. At least she was still naked and wet he thought. That would have to do for now. It took him longer than it would have had Freya continued with the entertainment, but he eventually got himself off, careful to catch his sadly disappointing orgasm in a handful of tissues to avoid making a mess.
 
Freya had stayed up for most of the night, laying down to try to sleep only for Jack to waltz into her mind to taunt her and force her back up again. She tried to keep her steps light, not wanting her parents to know that she was still awake so late into the night, as she paced her room. She sat at her small desk and turned on her laptop to check her emails, check in with her friends who had seemingly just left, anything to distract herself. She spent hours repeating these steps, laying down in bed, trying to sleep, only to be forced back up to do something mindnumbing when the memories would start pushing their way into her thoughts.

Finally, once enough time passed, she just went downstairs for some breakfast and coffee to wake her up before she had to get ready for work. She left before her parents even made an appearance downstairs, not wanting them to worry about her lack of sleep. Only for her shift to pass in the same way. She was obviously distracted, tired and making mistakes. When she was near to bursting into tears from a customer screaming in her face, her manager finally pulled her aside and told her to go home. "Get some sleep, you look dead on your feet." She nodded solemnly and followed her instructions. Freya headed home.

She was glad that it was early enough that both her parents were still at work as she went to her room and stripped out of her clothes, throwing on only a loose T-shirt over her panties to sleep in. She crawled into bed and attempted to sleep, tossing and turning for an hour. But sleep would not come. Her body was still too keyed up after the night before.

Frustrated, Freya flinged the covers off of herself and sat up in bed. Her eyes tracked to the closet, the things hidden inside taunting her. Slowly she stood up and went inside. She grabbed the bag and brought it over to her bed, dumping the contents out onto the bedspread. She stared at the large assortment of sex toys spread over her bed, the plastic and silicone taunting her. She ran her fingers over the pile, contemplating it as she sat next to it on top of her bed.
 
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Jack had spent a good portion of his day shopping once again once he woke up the next morning. Now knowing Freya's measurements from their previous shopping trip, as well as when he was snooping about her room, he was able to pick out a couple of clothing items for her upcoming reward. It wasn't going to be a reward just for her of course, but it was going to be a much more pleasant night than what he normally put her through.

After making the purchases as well as a few well placed phone calls, Jack drove down to Freya's street. Before he approached the house though, he made sure to check that her and her family was gone. Thankfully they all seemed to have something to do that day, so using the keys that he had made earlier during shopping with the imprint he acquired the older man snuck into their home.

He quickly made his way up to Freya's room where he slid a few slim boxes beneath, each containing a different dress. If he was going g to treat her, he wanted his pet to be dressed for the occasion at least. After that, he stuck back out again and locked the doors, careful to not leave a trace of his being there. The only things different from his visit was the presents and that the latch on Freya's window was now open.

Upon arriving home, Jack washed himself up before going to his office. He turned on the cameras briefly to see if anything interesting happened, speeding through the footage of that morning and from when he left till now. There was no sign of Freya anywhere, so the man tabbed over to another screen to get some work done.

After a couple hours though, Jack heard a commotion from his cameras. Switching screens again, he could see Freya was home. It seemed like she was just tossing and turning in her bed sadly. He was about to change the screen once more but stayed just long enough to see her toss her covers aside in frustration. As Jack wondered where this was going he watched on with a wicked grin as he saw what Freya was contemplating.

"Come on, girl. Let yourself loose and have a little fun." He mumbled to his monitor as he unzipped his pants, ready for the show. "Play with yourself for me, pet."
 
Freya was daunted by the amount that was there, unsure what she wanted, her body complaining at the sexual frustration that she was going through. Her brow furrowed as she quickly sorted through them, placing the toys specifically for her anus back into the bag and setting it aside. She then sat at the head of her bed as she contemplated the rest of her toys. Her fingertips idly danced over her legs as she thought, creating gooseflesh as she barely touched her skin. They drifted up her torso as her nipples tightened under her shirt. She cupped her breast in one hand, gently squeezing over her shirt, before she stripped out of the loose fabric. Leaving her only in her dampening panties.

She moaned softly as she tugged on her nipples while she contemplated the assortment on her bed. Searching, curious, she found a set of nipple clamps. The chain and the clamps themselves decorated with faux jewels. She pinched open one clamp and raised her brow at the alligator teeth style of the clamp. She shivered at the thought of those on her nipples but couldn't stop herself from placing one around the hardened flesh. She gasped as the teeth dug into her skin, sending first pain then pleasure shooting through her breast. She attached the other, watching as the faux jewel on the chain glinted against her bellybutton piercing. She moaned softly at the weight of the jewelry pulling on the chain between her breasts every time she moved.

She continued to look through the toys on her bed until she came across one she was willing to try. It was a teal color and slightly curved, the head bulbous while the handle was more flat. She pressed the power button and tested all five of the vibration modes against the inside of her thigh, shocked that vibrations continued to get stronger the more she pressed the increase button with seeming no end in sight. She moaned at the sensation, her panties soaked at the idea of it inside her. Turning it off again, Freya set the toy aside and put the rest of them away into the bag, setting the bag on the floor beside her. She then stripped out of her panties and laid back in her bed. She picked up the toy and began to tease herself, dragging the silicone slowly down her body. She turned it onto its lowest setting and ran it around her breasts, her quiet moans turning sharp when she brushed the clamps or the chain. The sharp pained-pleasure shooting through her in combination with the vibration that raced through the metal causing her pussy to clench around air in anticipation.

She quickly moved away from her breasts and down her belly, purposefully avoiding the chain and her barbell, before she started teasing at her slick folds. She groaned as the vibrations worked through her, teasing her. She couldn't take much more teasing so she slowly slipped the toy into her cunt, not even bothering to shut off the low vibrations first. She was panting by time she finally hilted the toy into herself, the vibrations hitting right against that spongy spot hidden deep inside of her. She slowly cycled through the settings until she found one that caused her to arch in pleasure, moaning loudly. She was glad that she was home alone with how much noise she was making.
 
Jack slowly pet his own member as he watched Freya strip. His eyes gazed intently at the screen when she regarded the items before her while playing and pinching at her breasts, learning new things about his pet. She really seemed to like nipple play, he thought as her first action after pinching them on her own was to place toothed clamps onto them with an erotic moan. He would have to keep that in mind.

Then, when she finally picked out a vibrator Jack switched over to massaging his balls. That was something he'd have to get Freya to do more of he thought as the girl began to tease her body with the vibrating toy. When she finally got to her pussy with it, Jack grabbed the lube once more from his desk and lathered himself nicely to get the best feeling.

The moment that Freya eased the buzzing dildo into her wet snatch, Jack began to slowly stroke his own cock. His eyes were glued to the screen now as his pet began to pleasure herself, her pustules noises just like music to his ears. He imagined that it was his rod pressed into her, slowly picking up the pace of his hand about his shaft. That is was her perfect youthful pussy that he was burying himself in and not the grip of his own fingers.
 
Freya moaned as she slowly started fucking herself with the buzzing toy. She could already feel her tummy coiling with pleasure, her limbs tightening as everything combined together to push her higher. She turned the vibrations up, wanting it stronger and to push herself over that edge. She was so close she could almost taste it.

But even after fucking into herself roughly for several minutes she couldn't quite reach it. Something missing from her little session. She was panting and sweaty as she whined, slowly easing the toy from her cunt after shutting it off. She lay on her bed for a moment before rolling over and reaching for the bag once again. She paused, listening, making sure she was still alone, before she started rooting around inside once more. She pulled out a bottle of lube, setting it onto her nightstand, before continuing her search. Finally she pulled out a black plug. It was slightly bigger than the silver one that Jack had taken when he had forced her to wear the tail.

She thought that it was just a normal plug, like the silver one, not knowing since Jack was the one who had opened all the packaging that it was one of the toys that had an accompanying app. She blushed, despite being alone, as she lubed up the toy before turning her slick fingers to her ass. She moaned softly as she stretched herself out, playing with the still sore hole for longer than was strictly necessary, before lining the toy up. She hissed and groaned as she slowly pushed the black plug into her ass, burying her face into her pillow as she laid out on her stomach. Once the toy was fully seated, she held still, panting, until she could move again.

She slowly sat up, replacing the lube back into the bag before setting the bag back on the floor. She then picked up the vibrator, turning it on to a lower setting before shutting off the vibrations once more. She slowly slid it into her soaking pussy, keening loudly at the overly full sensation both toys caused. She held still once more, panting into her pillow as she lay on her stomach, her hips raised slightly to a more comfortable position. Taking a deep breath, Freya turned on the vibrator once more and bit her lip to keep from screaming as pleasure raced through her.

She started slow as she began fucking herself once more, everything so much more intense now with both of her holes filled. She was panting and squirming as she rocked her hips in time with her thrusts of the vibrator. 'Stop moving girl.' She groaned at the voice echoing through her mind, her fingers tugging on her nipple like he had done the night before.

"I can't, too good." she whined into her sheets, the vibrations of the toy and her thrusting both picking up speed as she started working herself to that edge once again.
 
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The older man paused his own movements for a few moments as he stared at the screen, puzzled. What was going on? If she was going to quit right there again like she did last time, just when things were getting good Jack was going to be pissed. In fact, he was thinking about reaching for his phone to tell her to start going again until he saw that Freya had begun to rummage through the box again.

What was she digging for this time? Jack's question didn't have to wait long for an answer, as he watched her remove a sizable plug from the box. Honestly Jack was surprised that was the one she was going for, as it was bugger than the ones she protested before. However, he was extremely pleased as he realized just which item that was. The camera above her bed inside of the light provided a glorious angle as she played with her back door, and an amazing view when she finally slid the lubed up toy into place.

Another camera that sat hidden on her dresser caught the glorious sight of the teen's pussy as she raised her hips. Jack had both angles as well as a couple others pulled up on his screen as he watched the girl fuck herself with the very toys she had once despised. From the view of the camera on her dresser he could easily imagine his own member sliding into her from behind and he once more began to eagerly stroke the length of his member.

He sadly couldn't quite catch her words muttered into the blankets of her bed sadly. All he was able to hear from the mic was a muffled "...good." and nothing else. If she thought that was good, Jack thought as he reached for his phone and launched an app, she would love what came next. Thumbing the controls, Jack slowly raised the power. The plug in her ass would barely be able to be felt over the already strong vibrations of her dido at first, but it steadily raised. Soon enough, it was going just as strong as the vibratory in her pussy, a faint buzzing now sounding out from her ass.
 
Freya's hips twitched as she fucked herself at the additional vibrations that were filling her but her mind had yet to process the extra sensations. She moaned into her pillow as she continued to fuck herself roughly, thumbing the controls occasionally to change the speed, the vibration mode, as she chased her pleasure. Her moaning was getting louder the higher she got. Once she finally realized that the plug in her ass was vibrating as well, she was pressing the vibrator hard into her spongy spot and screaming into her pillow. Her juices were gushing from her raised cunt as she came all over her hand and the toys.

Yanking her hands away, Freya's pussy actually pushed the toy from her sopping hole, the muscles clenching and spasming around it until there was nothing inside her. She groaned weakly, collapsing into the wet spot on her bed, even as the vibrating toy in her ass prolonged her orgasm. She lay there panting, nearly whimpering as the still buzzing plug pushed her into overstimulation.

With what little strength she had, Freya twisted and slowly eased the plug from her anus, the black thing still going strongly. She moaned as the act of pulling out triggered another small orgasm, abandoning both toys onto her bed. Her limbs twitched as she caught her breath and slowly came down, her toes actually numb from the force of her cumming, before she rolled onto her back. She groaned weakly as the clamps tugged on her breasts, the toy forgotten about in the moment of everything but she knew they had added to her pleasure.

Finally raising herself up, Freya shut off the curved vibrator that had worked over her G-spot so wonderfully and turned to stare at the plug. She hadn't turned it on, so why did it start vibrating. She looked over the edge of the bed toward the bag with the other toys in it. None of the others were vibrating. Jack must have some kind of controller for some of them. But even so how would he know to turn on that particular one at that particular moment.

The thought too horrifying to truly contemplate, Freya quickly pushed it from her mind as she threw on a shirt and a pair of shorts. She checked out her window to make sure there were no cars in her driveway. Confirming her parents still had not arrived home, the teen hid the things she didn't use and gathered the ones she did use before sneaking off to the bathroom to clean up after her session.
 
His eyes were glued to the screen, hand pumping furiously at his length as he watched his pet fucked herself in earnest. Jack loved listening to her cries of pleasure and was getting close just by watching. Just before her own orgasm, Jack could feel the pressure begin to build in his balls. He tried to hold back, to orgasm as she did, but there was no holding it back at this point.

Jack cried out in pleasure as he shot his load, his cock pulsing in his hand as the pressure in his body finally released. He was barely able to grab at the tissues on his desk in time to catch the mess. Looking up from the mess he made in the tissues, he was able to watch Freya's own quivering finale.

After she collapsed, tiredly pulling the buzzing plug from her body, Jack took a hold of his phone once more to turn it off. He had a feeling that she'd become suspicious of the timing, though he didn't really care. If she found out what would she do? Jack was just gathering more blackmail material with his camera system now, enough to ensure that she'd never do anything.

Speaking of blackmail material, Jack moved to save the footage in a hidden folder on his computer. Not only would this work to keep her in line, but it was going to be great masterbation material when he couldn't just use his pet. Once he was done, the older man could see that Freya had left now and using the cameras saw that she was gone to clean herself and the toys.

Taking this moment to clean himself up, Jack then took his phone to send his pet a quick message. Tell your parents you'll be out at 5 tomorrow. It read. Make an excuse for staying out overnight too. We're going to go somewhere nice, so please wear one of the dresses I've left for you under your bed.
 
Freya showered as quickly as her exhausted body could, washing the toys, all while trying to both clean under her leather collar and not ruin it. That Jack would likely punish her if she did. She was finally relaxed as she went back to her room, the towel tied tightly around herself and the toys hidden in her clothes. The plug had finally stopped buzzing as she showered, much to her relief.

Still dripping, Freya tucked the cleaned toys back in the bag before hiding the entire thing in her closet once more. She gathered a t-shirt and a pair of shorts before walking out, throwing her clean clothes on her bed she dried off and dressed once more before laying back in her bed, feeling sated and boneless as she melted into comfort.

She picked up her phone, looking to play some idle game, only to be distracted by the waiting text. She frowned at Jack's commands, shooting upright in her bed when he confirmed that he had been in her house, in her room. She looked under her bed and, sure enough, there were four different boxes underneath. She dragged them out and set each one on her bed. She stared at each box, her heart racing.

He was in her house. In her room. He knew which toy to turn on. Knew when to do it. He was watching her! How? For how long?! Freya could feel herself start to hyperventilate at the realization. Fear and horror creeping up her throat to choke her. She pinched herself hard on the thigh, forcing herself to breathe and knocking her out of her panic fueled spiral.

She took several deep breaths, holding and counting as she learned from apps that helped her meditate, before she turned back to the boxes, to Jack's instructions. She couldn't do anything about it right now so there was no point in spiralling. Her hands shook as she opened each box. Three had black dresses and the fourth was white. She picked up each dress and laid it out on the bed spread. She immediately rejected one, even though it had more fabric than the others, it was completely transparent, showing every inch of her body if she wore it. She put it back in the box and set it on the floor.

She contemplated the other three. She swallowed when she decided to try them on, the thought that Jack might still be watching her causing chills to race up her spine. She took a deep breath and pushed past the embarrassment, stripping down to her underwear. She pulled on the second dress and walked over to her mirror. Freya quickly rejected it as well, the thin straps and the cut notches at her hips meant that she could not wear any underwear with it. She set it aside like the first.

The third dress was better but the plunging neckline meant that she could not wear a bra with it, but she could at least wear panties, which was better than the other two by miles. Freya left the dress out as a possible maybe before finally picking up the white dress. This was the one she liked the most, that she felt the most comfortable in. It was strapless but had decorative sleeves that matched it and didn't force her to abandon certain articles of underwear. It also wasn't transparent. Though it reminded her of the dress she wore to the bare that night she met Jack in several ways, it was her favorite. She hung the dress in her closet, hiding it where her parents wouldn't see it and put the other three back under her bed. She crawled back into her bed and finally texted Jack back, a simple yes sir , so he wouldn't inflict a punishment upon her again. All she needed now was to think of a reasonable excuse to allow her to stay out overnight.
 
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The next day was just like any other regular day for Jack. He got up from a restful sleep filled with pleasant dreams thanks to his little pet and went off to work. For most of his day he was working on lawns and hedges rather than office work. However, unlike most days he wrapped up his work earlier than normal.

Jack had gone home to clean up before his date after work. Put a lot of effort into looking nice too. His hair was neatly combed and styled, put on a clean white collared shirt and a black jacket with a freshly clean pair of pants. He even used some cologne. After all, this was their first real date and he wanted her to feel special. To let him in past her defenses. That night at the club was a first step in the right direction as she very willingly opened herself up to intimacy on the dance floor. Tonight would take that further he hoped.

Having finished getting himself all dressed up, Jack hopped in his truck and drove off to pick up his girl. He arrived a few minutes early, parking at where he'd dropped her off the other night. Taking out his phone he sent her a text reading I'm parked where I last saw you and ready to go. I hope you're as excited as I am!
 
Freya thought long and hard about an excuse to give her parents to leave that night and to stay out overnight as she made dinner for them, glad that she had been scheduled the day off. They wouldn't be home by five so she wanted dinner waiting for them when she would not. They weren't exactly strict with her, but she doubted they would be lenient after she was home after curfew just the other night. This would have been so much easier if her friends were still around. Or maybe not since they would be concerned about her wellbeing also.

But that did give her an idea, it has been a nearly a week since her friends had left, since that night at the bar, and she knew at least one of them was going to college in the neighboring city, close enough for her parents to not worry and yet far enough away that she would need to spend the night. And another little white lie surely would break her dad's heart too badly.

She called up her father's cellphone, knowing it would go to voicemail. "Hey dad, I know this is last minute but, Maria invited me over tonight to celebrate her new apartment. You remember her right, she's going to school at just the next city over. I thought I'd catch up, see some friends and spend the night. I'll of course call you and mom to say good night and we can spend this weekend together alright? I love you and dinner will be waiting for you both in the oven. Bye!"

Freya felt bad about lying to her father and over a voicemail where he couldn't contradict her or take away permission but she couldn't let him find out about Jack. About what she was turning into.

So Freya finished a nice dinner for her parents, popping into the oven to keep warm as she set the table for a romantic evening for two before she headed upstairs to her room. She quickly stripped, rooting around in the bags from the mall for a strapless white bra, only mildly annoyed that she had to once again use the things he bought her, the only one she found had only half cups so her nipples were falling out but it was the only one that could go with the dress. She couldn't find any white panties, or even any neutral or nude color, so she had to dig into her own supply, pulling out a comfortable white pair as she hoped Jack wouldn't implement his rule of taking away anything that he hadn't bought for her.

She dressed quickly, admiring the detached sleeves that went with the dress. She didn't really like how the bra and the dress pushed her breasts together, creating a deep cleavage to display but it really was the best of her options. She applied some eyeliner and even found some flavored lipgloss, the hint of vanilla on her lips a gentle tease she always loved for herself. Though she frowned at the thought of putting it on for him and potentially ruining it for herself. But she bit back the feeling, not letting her remove the shine from her full lips. She was just slipping on her ballet flats when her phone chimed. Jack was at where she had parked her car last time. She sighed, hoping she would have more time, and quickly gathered her clutch purse, shoving her phone in the bag.

Hopping down the stairs, she left a couple lights on for her parents and locked the door as she left. She got in her car and drove the handful of blocks until she saw Jack's truck. She pulled up behind it and hopped out, leaving her own car idling. She walked over to his driver side, climbing up onto the truck step to knock on his window. She waited until he rolled it down before speaking. "Hello sir," she didn't smile but she did lean in to peck at his cheek. "I told my parents I was leaving town so I can't leave my car here this time. I'll have to follow behind you and park it somewhere else."
 
Jack was surprised to hear a sudden knock on his window as Freya rapped on the glass. He hadn't seen her arrive, so he hadn't expected it. Rolling down the window, he was confused by her behavior. However, he was soon pleasantly surprised by how well she addressed him and with the cute peck on the cheek. The older man couldn't keep himself from smiling with glee at the little gesture as he listened earnestly to Freya's explanation.

"Alright then, hop in your car and follow me. We'll find a parking lot on the way to the restaurant." Jack replied cheerfully, waving the girl back to her own car.

That's exactly what he did. About halfway there he found a lot that was vacant and with no time limit. He pulled over to the side there and hopped out of his car to wait for his pet to pull up and arrive. When she had gotten out from her car, he opened his passenger door for her and extended a hand to help her up.

"You look lovely tonight." Jack complimented Freya as she approached, getting his first look at the young lady that night. His eyes took it all in hungrily, from her smooth thighs to the ple cleavage she was sporting. "I hope you've worked up an appetite tonight."
 
Freya muttered her thanks as she hopped down from Jack's truck and went back to her car. Once alone inside she sighed to herself, glad that Jack didn't get angry and try to punish her once more just because she couldn't leave her car at the same spot. When he took off, she followed behind him, keeping up with his truck as best as her little car could. She lost him for a moment near the end but she was able to catch up with him once more just as he was pulling into the empty parking lot.

She parked a handful of spots away from Jack's truck, glancing around the area as she got out. She wanted to make sure that no one was likely to break into her car, or steal it, or even worse, strip it for parts, while she was gone with whatever wanted her for tonight.

Once she was satisfied, she grabbed her clutch and locked her car before walking up to the truck. Her steps faultered for just a moment when she caught sight of how he had dressed up this time. He wasn't even in jeans this time, albeit nice jeans, it appeared he was wearing actual slacks. Freya took a deep breath as she forced herself to continue toward him. She blushed slightly at the sight of him, the tinge of red deepening when he complimented her, even making it sound sincere.

She had to admit, at least to herself, that he had her curiousity peaked at the mention of a restaurant and now that she has seen how he was dressed she was even more curious about his plans for the night.

She hesitated slightly as he held the passenger door open for her before placing her hand in his, allowing him to help her into the truck. Once he closed the door and got into the driver seat, Freya's eyes fluttered in pleasure, her breaths deep as his cologne flooded the enclosed space. She could feel her heart racing even as she tried to block it out, tried to ignore the feelings he stirred in her.
 
Once Jack hopped back into the truck the older man flashed Freya a cheerful smile before putting the vehicle in gear and leaving the lot. The drive to the restaurant was as uneventful as could be. No moves were made, no inappropriate touches were had, no suave remarks said. It seemed that her master was behaving like a gentleman tonight rather than his usually more brutish self for a change.

It only took another ten minutes for them to arrive at the restaurant parking lot. This location wasn't like the cheap diner like the Dixons where they fucked in the bathroom, or like the club they'd been to last. It was actually a pretty classy looking steakhouse. The kind where couples went on dates to celebrate anniversaries or something of the sort.

After instructing Freya to wait for a moment, Jack exited the truck and came around to her side where he opened her door. Again, he extended his hand to aid her this time in exiting the vehicle. This time however, he did not let go once she got out. After closing the door behind her and locking it with a beep, Jack took her hand and placed it on his arm.

They looked a proper classy couple now as they walked into the restaurant, just how Jack wanted. He wanted to show Freya that they could have fun together and not just the passionate kind. That if she did as he asked and followed his rules that they could do nice normal couple things too. The hostess quickly greeted them once they had gotten inside, and took them to a table put off to the side after Jack gave them his name for a reservation. It was a pretty nice setup with a long black tablecloth and a couple candles for some romantic lighting. After guiding Freya to her chair, Jack finally broke their hold on each other only to pull out her chair for her with another tender smile.
 
Freya waited for something to happen once she got into Jack's truck. For him to say something or, more likely, for his hand to be on her leg before moving up to tease her folds, to torture her again like every time before. Her traitorous pussy was already dripping at the expectation. So she was shocked to find that they were already pulling up to the restaurant without Jack having done anything to her.

She couldn't help but marvel at the upscale place, not used to this sort of establishment during her normal life and never expecting her owner abuser to bring her to such a place.

Freya hesitated for just a moment before placing her hand in Jack's, allowing him to assist her out of his truck. As they walked toward the entrance, she couldn't help but tightening her grip on her clutch, sort of glad for once that Jack kept ahold of her hand, as it prevented her from fidgeting and pulling at her dress in discomfort, much like she had the night they met.

She couldn't help but feel like an imposter, dressed as she was. That at any moment the hostess, their server, the other patrons would all turn on her for even being here, for daring to pretend to that she had any right to be at such a place.

She tried to take deep breaths, tried to be quiet and unassuming so that no one would look too closely at her, (glad that her long dark hair was able to hide the strange accessory of her leather collar for the most part), as she tried to not panic and embarrass herself, embarrass Jack.

That thought made her pause, Jack's grip on her dragging her along so she didn't freeze. She shouldn't care if she embarrassed him or not, not beyond what kind of punishment he would give her if she did. So why did she, why would she ever? She couldn't help the small frown that pouted her lips as the hostess left them at their table, Jack pulling her chair out for her. She bit her lip to swallow the expression before Jack could see it, before he could question it when she had no answers to provide and quickly sat in her chair.

She watched him as he sat down as well, her eyes slowly wandering his figure once again in the new lighting. The way he was dressed, he appeared to belong here. Like he wasn't the kind of man who would force himself into the life of an unwilling girl and blackmail her into becoming his pet. With his nice suit and stupidly handsome, lying face.

Her traitorous body couldn't help but react to him, to how he was treating her tonight, her heart fluttering at the sight of him while a damp spot in her panties fused the fabric to her petals. A small smile forcing itself onto her lips as she looked at him before she forced herself to look away, taking a sip of her water as she looked over the menu.
 
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Having sat down, Jack took his menu and began to flip through it. There was a good variety of things here. Burgers, steaks, seafood, salads, and more. Everything had a fairly hefty price, the lobster being the most expensive at sixty dollars. But nothing would be off limits for them. He lowered the menu to tell this to Freya just in time to see catch a glimpse of her fleeting smile.

Jack himself grinned gleefully at that, and gazed at her tenderly for a moment before saying "You may order anything you want, my sweet. I was thinking we could get some calamari to start too. What do you think?"

His eyes were staring at hers now, taking a second to just take in how pretty the blue hazel mix was. The gaze wasn't hard or stern as it often was this time but soft and kind. This was her reward after all, he wasn't going to be harsh unless she did something to earn his ire. Tonight was all about showing that. To show her just how good he could be to the young girl. That this could be a pleasant relationship and not just a one sided thing.
 
She glanced up at him as he spoke, finding that she couldn't turn away from the look he was giving her. She found herself blushing, but for the first time since she met him, it wasn't out of shame or embarrassment. Her heart racing in her chest as they continued to stare at each other.

Freya blinked, licking her lips and getting a taste of vanilla, when she realized that she had yet to answer him. She brushed her hair behind her ear as she spoke up.

"Thank you, sir." She said quietly, not wanting anyone to overhear how she had to address him, "I think that sounds good."

She ducked back down, her hair falling over her shoulder once more, as she focused all her attention on the menu. Trying to pick out what she wanted to eat. Their, admittedly busy, server made an appearance once again to ask if they wanted anything to drink, if they wanted any appetizers, if any decisions had been made.

Unsure of what she wanted, of what was going to happen once dinner was finished, Freya went with something that she knew was tasty and filling enough no matter what restaurant she was at but wouldn't leave her overly full and uncomfortable if she does anything strenuous. Like be forced to fuck a man twice her age.

"I'll just stick with water for now thank you. And I'll have the chicken Caesar salad." she told the server, plastering a fake, polite smile on her face. One that said the same thing to anyone in customer service. 'I feel your pain, I do this too, I hope your shift is easy and uneventful.'

She handed over her menu and waited for Jack to order his own meal.
 
"We'll have the calamari to start, and I'll have a steak for my main please. Medium rare." Jack informed the waitress with a smile as he handed her his menu. He was being polite to her as well, but there wasn't any hidden message behind it like Freya's.

The woman smiled back as she took the menus and hurried off to place the orders leaving the two of them alone once more. Her master leaned back in his chair and looked Freya up and down again. She was certainly a sight to behold he thought. How lucky was he to get her all to himself.

"So, are you excited to head back to school this year?" Jack asked, honestly curious about the subject. "Any particular classes that you enjoy?" He wanted to learn more about his pet. That and they needed to pass the time while they waited for food.
 
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