fuguestates | DOING SOMETHING UNHOLY

Among the many, varied, and explicit stipulations in the Companion contract between Montgomery 'Monty' Quill and Justin Baruch, were some specific notes regarding general hygiene, specialty procedures, and permanent body modifications. These ranged from the practical - that Justin was responsible for the costs of any procedures Monty proposed that he agreed to, that Monty had final say and veto power over any suggestions originating from Justin, that best practice medical recommendations must be strictly adhered to in terms of recovery and maintenance.

All of which was to say that, for the past few weeks, Justin had been completely avoiding Monty's cunt - as well as, unnecessarily but scrupulously, their ass - seeking relief and release mainly from Monty's mouth and other parts, to allow the piercings that they had elected to receive to fully heal and settle in. There had certainly been teasing - Justin had no intention of not enjoying the sight, since that didn't interfere with any doctor's orders - but he had been almost painstakingly thorough in his obedience to the recommended timeframe for recovery.

Besides, he had every expectation that he would be reaping long-term dividends from his careful adherence to protocol, and it had not been much of a hardship even in the short term. Monty had been practically gagging for his cock almost immediately following after the procedure - even more than usually desperate and begging for it - thanks to their newfound sensitivity. Justin had even taken some glee in setting additional boundaries in place, pointing out that Monty was just as bound by the terms of the contract as Justin himself was.

All of which was to say that Justin was very much looking forward to reaping the benefits of his patience today, having cleared his schedule for the weekend, waiting for Monty to return from their errands of the day - a few spa and beauty treatments and a final physical from the specialist - fully cleared to partake and ready and waiting for Justin to experiment and make full use of all the brand new, just installed features of his favorite toy.

Edited 2022-11-21 01:37 (UTC)

It had taken almost two whole months for the three small piercings on their vulva (two small rings on either side and one stud at the very top, right where they're most sensitive) to heal completely. The area remains sensitive even now, so they’ve been scrupulous about not touching the area at all. Though, it had been difficult. Extremely. Even the smallest amount of pressure in their groin was enough to start hurting.

Both fortunately (for Monty’s health) and unfortunately (for Monty’s rampant nymphomania), their Patron had been extremely strict about prioritizing the piercings. To satiate the both of them, Justin had been thoroughly creative at the very least, and extremely attentive. In fact, more so than he’s ever been: gentle and present and sweet. It had made Monty feel…adored, which was different from just being physically desired. What did that even mean? They’re not sure.

(“It’s almost as if he loves me,” they said idly the week before to their caseworker during one of their mandatory check-ins. They were then asked to expand on that, but refused.)

Regardless, that all likely comes to an end today anyway. Monty had spent the past few hours getting pampered: having their whole body shaved and waxed, their hair trimmed, nails done, and new clothes tailor fitted. They come back to their Patron smelling of eau du gardenia and warm vanilla, dressed in a short pleated skirt and a thin silk blouse.

He hears the sounds of the private elevator and feels his own pulse quickening. He puts aside the book he'd been flipping through idly, his work already done for the day, his schedule cleared in anticipation. He's already dressed down for the evening - only his slacks on without a belt, a white shirt with the first few buttons undone - and he looks the picture of ease sitting with his legs crossed idly, leaning back against the sofa, anticipating Monty's arrival.

There were some Patrons who kept a very strict contract and routine - micromanaging every minute and second of their Companions' days, with detailed requirements for everything from clothing to diet. It was the kind of demand that was adjusted for in the monetary compensation, with more frequent periods for renewal, to allow the contract to be terminated or renegotiated.

Justin tended to be more laid back, though he'd taken on a few short term contracts with similar terms, as an experiment. There were even some Companions who thrived in such a scenario. But with Monty, Justin had taken a more indulgent approach, allowing them to ask for the rules and then set the boundaries they wanted to follow within them. So far, it had kept things from getting stale, and Monty's eagerness and creativity had not flagged yet.

The piercings had been their idea, something Justin had readily agreed to, and Justin had found their dismay at exactly what the consequences of that choice would be in the short term rather adorable. It had not been very much of a hardship for him - Monty was very good with their mouth, after all, and so desperately intent on pleasing him - but he could tell his little Companion was getting desperate, even acting up at times in hopes of provoking a reaction.

But that would be over with today. Justin had reviewed the hard boundaries and limits Monty had set in their contract - not many, unsurprisingly - and he had some exciting things planned, now that they had presented him with some exciting new...features and buttons to play with. He already had things set up and prepared in the playroom and if all went well, neither of them would be leaving that room until well into the weekend.

The doors of the elevator open and Monty all but bounces into the grand living room, setting the many bags they had been carrying on their arm (all bearing luxury brand names embossed in stiff, metallic lettering) on the ground in a slightly messy pile next to the sofa.

"I had such a good day, sir," they chirp as they press a kiss to Justin's cheek. He smells of aftershave and musk.

Monty knew that even amongst Companions, they had it made. Justin was a surprisingly easy-going Patron in many respects. He had his expectations, certainly, and his rules, but he seemed to delight in allowing Monty a life outside of their contract. This was not the norm, Monty has come to learn, and they were ever the more grateful for that.

"I got a few special things today. Wanna see?"

He glances down and over at the bags, assessing the brand names and sizes in anticipation of the bill he was going to have to take care of eventually in one glance before returning his gaze to Monty.

"Well, that depends, little one," he replies, his tone easy and pleasant, mildly indulgent and affectionate. "Will you stil be in the mood to play with me after you show me your spoils?"

They smile, pulling something out of a small box in one of the bags before sliding into their Patron’s lap. Even after two years, they still move with a warm shyness that feels genuine and endearing.

“Actually, I got something for us to play with.” Monty murmurs against Justin’s ear as they press something cold and metallic into the man’s palm, closing his fingers around it: a chain with fasteners at three distinct points. There was only one place this little decoration could possibly go…

He opens his arms automatically to wrap around Monty, spreading his legs very slightly to balance them in his lap more easily. It's a common position for them, sharing in each others' presence and the warmth of another body. Other than for specific scenes or due to external obligations, they were never too far away from each other these days, with Monty often settled on Justin's lap with or without his cock inside them during calls, or curled at his feet in the footwell of his solid wooden desk, even when the two of them weren't actively fucking or in a scene. Justin is surprised by how much he's come to enjoy it. With his previous Companions, he was usually content with the stress relief and the scratching of a very specific itch in the back of his mind on breaks from his other demands. With Monty, he almost always was in the mood for play, to see how they reacted to a concocted scenario.

He closes his fingers around the short length of chain, thumb running over the fine links as the metal starts to warm in his palm, noting the fasteners. "Did you switch your studs out for rings, little one?" He asks, already rapidly revising some of his plans for the rest of the evening.

"Maybe," they tease, their voice a lilting sing-song before pressing closer into the man's arms and guiding one of his hands down between their legs, underneath the flimsy flaps of their skirt so that he can feel.

(It's strange for Monty now to even think about ever being without their Patron. Justin has rooted himself as such an obvious, almost permanent structure in Monty's life now, the one who provides the boundaries for which Monty lives, as well as the one source of fulfillment for all of their desires.

Do all Companions feel this way? Does it matter?)

He curls his fingers slightly as Monty directs his hand, grasping the metal ring at their clit between his thumb and forefinger, and tugs, sharp but not overly forceful, just to see how they react.

"Are you fully cleared now, little one?" He whispers in their ear. "Because I've been waiting to play with you all day while you were gone."

They shiver, moaning softly when that ring is played with. A jolt of sensitivity, bordering on pain, spreads from the base of their spine and up to through their stomach.

"Yes, sir," they reply, lashes fluttering as they pull back just enough to see the look on Justin's face, see the way his eyes are already hooded with pleasure. "Did you miss me this whole time? Tell me you did."

He lets go of the ring, turns his hand, slides his wide palm down between Monty's legs, insinuating his thick, sturdy fingers between Monty's slim thighs, jostling the two other rings, a dull clack of metal and flesh as they rub against each other. "Of course I missed you," he replies, complying with Monty's earnest little plea. "After all, your proper place is wherever I am, isn't it, little one? How else can I take care of all your desperate, slutty holes? I have to make sure my precious little doll is satisfied, don't I?"

They beam, rolling their hips back and forth against the thick warmth of Justin's fingers, feeling how wetness starts to gather right at the core of them. They can start to hear it too, that slightly damp squish as they grind down -

"That's right, sir," they murmur against Justin's mouth now, tongue flicking at the corner of it. "You take such good care of me don't you? You know exactly what I need. No one else can satisfy me, can they? Not all those men who try to look up my skirt when I cross the street, or the women who stare at me in the bathroom. None of them. They all want what you have, don't they?"

"I certainly do my best to take care of what's mine," he replies softly, his hand moving in time with Monty's rolling hips, feeling the damp stickiness of their arousal gathering, sliding against his own skin. "And you've been feeling so empty, haven't you, little one? All those weeks without having your cunt used and properly filled? But now you're fully recovered we'll have to make up for lost time, won't we?

"I'm going to tie you down first," he murmurs, soft and low by Monty's ear. "You like squirming for me, don't you, little one? I want to take my time to open you up for me, to tug hard on your new little rings, stretching you out and open so I can see right to your slutty core, so your hungry pussy is already gaping for me. Maybe I'll pin you open like that, so I can see the way your pussy pulses, practically begging for me to fill it up.

"But I won't do that just yet, no matter how prettily you beg. No, I'm going to warm you up, completely work you over. Do you know why I wanted to wait, why I was so insistent? Because I know exactly what a little painslut you are, how much you want me to make you feel filthy and used up. I'm going to whip your slutty pussy until it's swollen and tender, until you're properly hot and tight for me, until you can barely move for the exquisite agony I'm going to bring you. Maybe I'll use the leather crop on you. You like that toy, don't you, little one? You love the way it feels, the sound and sting of it on your skin. Imagine feeling that on your stretched open pussy, over and over again, digging right into your wet little hole as you cry for me."

Edited 2022-11-25 04:50 (UTC)

"I love being yours," they sigh, dreamily, completely enraptured in this fantasy that Justin was describing, one that was just about to become quite real for the both of them. Every whispered detail makes Monty groan loader, a hot flush flooding his body as they gyrate their hips harder, fingers clawing against the man's chest, ruining his finely pressed shirt.

"Please," they say, voice harsh and rough. "I want that - all of that - I want you to stretch me out, use me up, want you to make me scream for it, want you to torment me because you know I like being good for you, right? You know I'd do anything to please you, to make you want to fuck into me so hard it hurts for days after." I want you to want me as badly as I want you all the time.

"Don't let me cum the whole time, ok, sir?" They're breathless, panting, their cunt already slick and dripping into Justin's hand. "Make earn it."

He pauses for a long moment, feeling the way Monty is already squirming and grinding against his hand, their body seemingly already overcome by the fantasy he's outlining. "Do you want me to make that an order, little one?" He asks, but there is a warning tone. "You know what will happen if you fail to obey, don't you? And you'll be especially sensitive today, with your little clit pierced for me."

They stop momentarily but it's harder than it seems. That question dangles in the air before them, a writhing and clear temptation. A delicious threat.

"Yes," they say, as if hypnotized, their own hands continuing to be disobedient, wandering down Justin's body before snaking between them to grab a gratuitous handful of his groin, the semi-hard curve of it filling their palm. They squeeze. "Yes, sir."

Edited 2022-11-26 01:28 (UTC)

He smirks, letting Monty touch him back, their hot little hands groping him hungrily. Then he catches their hands and holds them still, using his grip to tug Monty up close, their smaller body against his, so he can whisper in their ear:

"Go to the playroom and get dressed, little one. I can't wait to play with you."

The playroom is one of the smaller areas in the house but it's also one of the more detailed, private, and even elegant spaces they shared. They didn't always use it, but when they did, it usually meant a particularly long, juicy scene was to be expected.

Monty sucks in a trembling breath, filled with anicipation.

On one of the lux, plush benches near the middle of the room, Monty sits waiting, outfitted in a nothing but a pale lacy bra (so reminiscent of what they had worn the first time Justin had touched them, had made them cum, in that small hotel room on those scratchy, cold sheets -) and sheer thigh-highs held up by garters and a matching belt around their small waist. They keep their legs crossed so that it's not immediately obvious they're not wearing any panties.

Though, that wasn't the only surprise down between their thighs.

A few more minutes pass. Their high heels tap patiently on the floor, their red bottoms a striking slash of color.

Before Monty had officially becomes his Companion, the playroom had seen a lot more use. There was something about the space that put him into the perfect mindset of dominance and command, and the easy access to toys and furniture had formed a significant part of his interactions with his previous Companions, both long and short term. But with Monty, it was so easy, so natural, to slip into that character, and something about them was just undeniably inspiring. They were so sweetly submissive, with a wide, deep streak of masochism that seemed perfectly matched to bring out the sadist within him - it seemed impossible, sometimes, exactly how well they seemed to complement each other's inclinations, Monty eagerly allowing - and even suggesting - Justin to take extreme liberties with them, escalating higher and farther with the passage of time, as they grew more and more comfortable in their own skin.

The door to the playroom closes behind him with a nearly inaudible click that nevertheless sounds portentous, Justin's heartbeat picking up and shifting him into the Dominant mindset.

"Present yourself properly, Monty," he orders, voice soft but undeniably commanding. "Let me see your pussy."

Monty really just loves seeing how their Patron slides into this role, how his shoulders square and his jaw sets and his demeanor solidifies, immovable and commanding. It makes Monty feel weak all over, makes them want to do nothing other than devote themselves to Justin's every request, to please him utterly.

"Yes, sir." They fight back a whimper, but there is no other sign of resistance as they immediately - but slowly - spread their legs wide. The heels they're wearing make a sharp sound as they slide across the floor. Between their thighs, they're completely bare, the silver rings piercing the soft folds of their sex obvious and glinting in the low light, begging to be touched and already slightly damp.

Their own fingers twitch at their sides. They will themselves to stay still. It's a clear sign of their eager obedience.

Edited 2022-11-28 02:43 (UTC)

He grins, wide and almost feral, sharp with anticipation and hunger. "Properly, I said," he murmurs, but there is no mistaking his good mood, his general air of pleasure and intent. "Now that you've chosen to give me more to play with, I expect you to follow through. Tug yourself open for me, little one," he orders, gesturing with his hands. "I want to see all of it."

"Yes, sir."

They bite their lip and reach both hands down, fingertips fluttering over the flat of their stomach, past their little cock and to the ring piercing their clit. They pause here momentarily, rubbing the pad of their index finger against the metal, pressing the small piece of jewelry harder against the already sensitive skin before moving further down.

"Like this, sir?" The words are almost a whisper as they start to play with the damp seam of their cunt. Their motions are purposefully slow, forcibly patient, smearing their own wetness all over themselves. Then, and only then, do they pinch at the piercings on either side of the wet lips and start to pull, their legs spreading even wider now and lifting up off the floor so that Justin can see so much more clearly the way they're body is forced to open up, the tight, pink core of them slowly revealed for the first time in months.

Edited 2022-11-29 03:16 (UTC)

"There we are," he offers praise, his eyes avid as he watches the way Monty moves beneath his gaze, the way they shift to accommodate his order, moving themself into further vulnerability in pursuit of obedience without Justin needing to do anything further.

"Look at that hungry, slutty little cunt," he says, biting and warm at the same time, just the right level of degradation. He leans forward, bends, rests one proprietary hand on Monty's inner thigh, forcing it to spread open wider, higher. "Do you know what it wants, little one?"

"It wants to be fucked," they breathe, clenching around nothing as they speak, shameless and obvious already. Their fingers dig into their own skin, feels that interesting contrast between the smooth metal and the textured folds of their labia. They lick their lips, their fingers already getting slippery with themselves as Justin's hand presses and presses and presses so that their legs splay even more apart, lewd and wanton.

"Please, touch me more sir. I want to feel you where I need you most. Look, see how empty I am? I can't stand it."

"You're going to have to earn it, little one," he replies, spreading both hands out on Monty's skin, relishing the contrast in size between his larger palms and long fingers and Monty's slim, stocking-clad thighs. His thumbs strokes along the elastic garters, snapping them taut against their skin. "Do you remember what I said I'd do to your little cunt? Your sweet, desperate pussy?" He continues to press, forcing them to the limits of their flexibility, his hands inching closer to their core, so he can stroke his fingers along the backs of Monty's own hands, holding themselves open to his gaze. Their body seems to practically flutter, pulsing under the attention in anticipation, and he leans down, so close his hot breath ghosts over their fingers and damp skin.

Then he steps back, pulls away.

"Hands and knees, little one."

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