"Do you hate me?" he asked.
"Hate you," she said, slowly.
She stared out at an orange landscape, the last sunset, she'd ever see on this planet...at least in this life. It was breathtaking! She supposed if you had to go there was no better view. He'd chosen this place to be their last, thinking she'd like it and again, he was right, as always he knew her too well. She let out a heavy sigh and could feel it, there wasn't much time left for either of them. Their slow deterioration was finally coming to an end.
"Does it matter?"
"Yes," he whispered before violently coughing.
She looked to him, his once pristine face was covered in lines and cracks. She saw parts of it breaking off, turning to dust and blowing away, one of his eyes was already gone. She looked down at herself and saw her hands were fading fast. She lifted one as her pinkie finger crumbled into dust and blew away. Soon, soon they would both be no more then hallowed out husks and then they would drift away with the wind and start anew.
Anew... she let out a chuckle knowing nothing was ever really new with them. There might be some slight differences but really they'd just be doing this all over again as they had countless times before. Her heart ached at the thought of reliving all of this again and yet a moment later it leapt with hope and possiblity. Several tears escaped her eyes as she wondered when she would see him again, her love, Luka. Just how would they meet? She closed her eyes hoping she wouldn't have to wait long.
"Keyoko," Urel called to her.
She opened her eyes and look back at him. He was still waiting for her answer. She debated not answering but ultimately took a breath, looked out at the landscape and finally responded. "No, not anymore,"
Hate, was such a strong emotion but even it could not withstand the sands of time. In the end it mattered not, what was done was done, there was no changing the past and it was just going to happen again. They'd all made mistakes and always would. They'd keep stumbling in the dark, bumping into one another, repeating... it was their curse to bear, for all eternity.
He reached out with his hand, placing it on what was left of hers as his face crumbled even more. She lost her nose and watched as it turned to dust before her eyes and blew away. Urel spoke softly then, with determination. "I'll do better next time."
She looked at him and he stared at her for as long as he could before he crumbled to dust and drifting away. For a moment she was alone and then she found herself floating up. She fell through the cosmos then, being dragged by some unknown powerful force. Her entire life flashed around her being recorded before she would be whipped away to yet another life.
For a brief moment, in between lives, she felt she wasn't alone that someone else was with her. She knew this feeling all to well...this other being that traveled on with her.
Her soul called out "Luka,"
A moment later his responded "Keyoko,"
There were no words, no sounds, only feelings, expressions and thoughts. She felt this connection, this deep all encompassing love. She felt whole if only for a moment. She was filled with such joy that made her entire being swell. She heard ringing then and it pulled her from the moment, the dream as it got louder, annoying so. She opened her eyes to a dark room and felt someone pull away from her. She groaned as Dawson answer his phone. He sounded just as tired as she felt.
"What? What? WHAT! WHEN? HOW LONG AGO? Yes! Alright! ALRIGHT! I'll handle it personally!"
He hung up the phone and slipped out of bed. She spread out on the sheets. They felt so cool and smooth even though her skin felting raw and hot from all the abuse and endless sex. Hmmm endless sex, she could get used to this. She felt good in this moment, she'd had a good sleep, a nice dream maybe, she couldn't quite remember. She rolled about back and forth, just enjoying this moment. Eventually she settled on her stomach with her legs spread. She let out a pleasant moan and fell back asleep.
She wasn't asleep very long before Dawson turned on the lights and slapped her ass. She groaned and lifted her head as he went into the bathroom. She yawned then rolled over and went back to sleep, only to wake again, when he grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her to the edge of the bed. He forced her to sit up and she realized he was fully dressed and in a mood.
"Come on! I wont ask you again! Get up already!"
Had he asked her to get up? She wasn't sure she was so groggy. He put a white dress on over her head and slid it down her body. "You've got to get up! We have a few things to cover, then I've got to go!"
"Go where?" She yawned again as Dawson bent down and slipped a shoe on her foot. It was some golden high-heeled sandal that tired around her ankle and upper calf. He did the other foot then got in her face, lightly slapping her cheeks and snapping his fingers, "Let's go Fuck Hole, time to wake up!" He clapped his hands together in front of her face "WAKE UP!"
She groaned thinking he didn't need to be so fucking aggressive. "What? Why?" she asked as he practically dragged her out of the room. She finally woke up enough to be aware something was up "What's wrong? What is it?"
"Someone fucked up and I've got to go fix it but we still have a some things to discuss. I thought we'd have another few days but I'll need to leave asap."
"Okay," she said.
She'd already been here longer then she should have been. It was a good thing she didn't have plants or pets but she had bills to pay and- FUCK! She needed to get a job! She'd almost forgotten about that. She was glad she didn't have one right now or she definitely would have been fired, for disappearing like this. She let out a heavy sigh, it was time she got home and sorted some things out.
She wondered if it had been long enough, for Corrie to come back around. She hoped she hadn't missed him. She smiled thinking of him now, even as another man pulled her about. Dawson took her into the dinning room and pinned her against the table. He had one of those long boardroom tables. When they were fucking on it the other day, she wondered if he often entertained a lot of guests. She hadn't had the chance to ask. She was still curious but now didn't seem like the best time.
He picked up her corset from the table and put it on her, lacing her up tight. "I know how you feel about wearing these but I want you to be consistent with it. Eventually I'll show you how to lace yourself up but for right now it unhooks in the front, if you should need to take it off. But I want you to wear it as much as possible, even sleep in it if you can."
"Shit," she said thinking she wasn't doing that.
He pulled from her and began to examine some items on the table, along with a paper bag. He quickly picked up several large pill bottles putting them in the bag. "Here is your medications. I've included a slip of paper with what colors, times and days to take them."
"Medications," she repeated looking in the bag. None of the pill bottles had names, only colors. "What kind of medications?"
"Vitamins, hormones and various enhancers. I expect you to take everything."
"Uh, why?" She asked looking at him, like he was fuck crazy because he was.
"Now that you're with me. I want you at peak performance."
"Peak performance." She repeated looking in the bag again, it looked like a lot of medication.
He lifted the bottom of her dress up, from behind, then grabbed a syringe, popping off the cap with his teeth. He unexpectedly jabbed her in the ass.
She quickly jumped as he injected her "OW! What the fuck was that?!"
"It will boost you immune system, make it less easy for you to get sick and better able to fight off infections, if you do get one."
Before she could respond, he grabbed another syringe and did it again, stabbing her other but cheek. "AHH! SERIOUSLY FUCK!
He smiled "This should fight and prevent most sexual, diseases. I've already had you tested, you're clean now but given the kind of woman you are, you can never be too safe."
He jabbed her yet again in the first but cheek. This time she'd had it. She pulled away from him and yelled "STOP IT! MY ASS IS NOT A PIN CUSHION! STOP INJECTING ME WITH SHIT!"
"That was the last one," he said putting up his hands, "I swear,"
"What was this one?" she said painfully rubbing her ass.
"It's top of the line, hard to get, gonna give you a boost in energy and health. You are going to look even better then you already do. It will help with hair growth, weight loss, skin, teeth and overall well being. Ever wonder how celebrity's have the best bodies."
"Uh, professional trainers and diets?"
"No, most have access to a little something more. The little concoction, I just gave you would even put what they have to shame. You'll find money and knowing the right people, can take you far in this world. Look at me, how old do you think I am?"
How old was he? Seriously! She was still waking up and freaking the fuck out, about him injecting her with shit and he wanted her to guess his age. "Fuck, I don't know?" She knew he was trying to distract her but now that she thought about it, how old was this dude? She didn't really think about ages but he was married and had kids? How old were his kids?
"Come on give me one guess," he said with a smirk.
"Uh, I don't know, not much older then me."
"See it's working." he said proudly. "I take vitamins, supplements enhancers and work out multiple times a day. I push my body to it's peek performance, anything that couldn't be fixed, surgery did." He moved on to another slip of paper, putting it in the bag "Now here is your new schedule. I want you to sleep so many hours, exercise and eat at certain times. I've ordered you a meal plan based on your overall genetics and digestion. I want you to stick to it as much as possible. No more eating out, fast food and junk food garbage. I only want good genetically modified shit, coursing through that gut of yours. I made you some appointments for hair, nails, and skincare. I also got you a new gym membership your old one is pathetic. I've set you up to work out with a personal trainer several times a week. She'll assess you and see what needs to be done."
"WAIT! WHAT?," Gwyne said beyond overwhelmed.
She hadn't caught most of what he'd just said, something about a meal plan and gym membership. Wait, how did he know what gym she used? How did he even know she used a gym? She'd never told him at least she didn't think she had? They'd been together for days now everything kind of blurred together. Still, she was certain this was the first time he was mentioning any of this shit to her.
"I don't need any of this! I like my gym and I eat just fine. Also all of this shit sounds super expensive. There is no way I can afford it."
"Don't worry about it. I'm covering all the costs. You just have to use the services. Now everything wont start for few days or so, I expect that you'll be feeling rather tired, given the shots I just gave you. You'll want to rest and get plenty of fluids-"
"WAIT! WHAT! Could you fucking slow down!"
"No! Now don't be surprised if your boobs get fuller and your skin starts to have a nice glow. Your sex may start to swell as well and have a different odor. I've given you some hormones, to fool your body. Even though you can't have kids, your body is going to be preparing you for a potential mate, believe it or not, studies have shown, the moment right before conception is where a woman is at her upmost."
"Potential Mate? Conception? You're talking like a fucking science channel."
"Yes, I suppose I am, I'm just trying to cover everything in terms you might be able to grasp. Now let's see, yes," he said thinking. He walked over to a fridge in the wall and pulled out a jar. It looked like milk. I'll be sending you a jar of cream each week, you need to insert the cream in this sex toy, he said holding a dildo. I've included instructions. Fill it and have at it, it will release the cream inside you. I want you to do it every night before bed, let it soak inside you and wash up in the morning."
He put the jar and dildo in the bag. She was struggling to process what he was going on about "What's the cream?" She grabbed the jar out of the bag and took a closer look at it, "This looks like cum."
"It will make you feel good, boost you."
He took the jar from her and placed it back in the bag. She stared at him, he hadn't denied it, "Wait, wait a minute, let's be clear is that a bottle of cum."
"Yes," he said simply
"And you want me to fill myself up with it, every night."
"Yes, this will please me, consider it homework. Humiliation while we're apart. I enjoy the thought of you being cream filled at night, even when I'm not there."
"Right," she said slowly before going off on him. "You realize I'm not going to do any of this? I do have a life and am with someone else. Like what you are asking here is a lot, for any "relationship" let alone a fuck buddy. I've known you for what? A month?" He looked at her, she could tell he was not pleased, "Seriously," she continued, "You want to practically take over my entire life here. I do have a job and other stuff."
"As I recall, you don't have a job anymore."
He was right but still."Well, I'm going to have to get one, to you know pay bills and stuff."
"I see," he said
She let out a sigh of relief, he seemed to be finally getting how insane-
"Send me your account information."
"What!"
"Send me your bank account information, along with an itemized list of bills, rent, water, power, sewer, garbage etc. I'll pay them."
"You'll pay them!" she said dumbfounded. He had to be joking right? He didn't waver in the slightest. Her eyes went wide as she realized this dude was fucking serious. He wanted to just pay her bills. Like a fucking sugar daddy or something. Tawnie had one before but Gwyne had never, it...the idea of it, had always felt a little icky to her, like renting out parts of her body. He walked over to a draw in the room and pulled out a thick wad of cash.
He put it in the bag and said. "Here is some walking around money, it should last you a month."
"Walking around money? How much is that?"
"Five thousand." he said casually.
"FIVE THOUSAND! IN CASH!"
"Yeah."
"FUCK!"
"Not enough?" he said raising an eyebrow.
"NO!" she said waving her hands about. "It's plenty but why the fuck do you have five thousand in cash, just laying around. Are you a drug dealer or something?"
"Or something," he said. One side of his mouth slightly curved up.
"I was joking," she said flatly, "Seriously you're not into any illegal shit? Are you?"
"No." he chuckled shaking his head.
She still didn't believe him. This wasn't normal! She knew he was rich but even rich people kept their money in a fucking bank. Having five thousand in cash just about meant he was into some dubious shit or he was stupid. He didn't seem stupid so that only meant-
An alarm went off on his watch. He turned it off then grabbed the bag and her arm. "Time's up, let's go."
"Okay," she said struggling to keep up with him in more ways then one.
They took the elevator and she assumed they'd get into his car but the town car was waiting. He thrust her inside then got it. Once he'd shut his door, the car took off. He put the bag on the floor then grabbed her pulling her into his arms. He began to kiss her making out with her. She wanted to talk, to sort some of this shit out. She had so many questions but clearly he had other plans.
He tugged at her dress, lifting it up as he pulled himself out. She straddled him all the while, their lips locked. He entered her hard, slamming her down on him. She let out a yelp. Her bruises still hurt really bad and even though she was on top Dawson still had all the power. He grabbed at her hips and thrust up into her as he pinned her down on him.
Her heart and mind were going a million miles a minute but this cock...oh fuck this cock just hit all the right places. She fell forward clinging to him as he vigorously thrust up. He wasn't messing around, it was clear they didn't have a lot of time here and he was going to make every second of it count. She cried out and began to grind her hips as he kept wonderfully thrusting. Together they met somewhere in the middle and it was beautiful.
She found herself climaxing just as they pulled up to her building. He popped off as well and filled her up. He barely let her have a second to enjoy herself before lifting her off. He opened the door and practically shoved her out onto the street, then gently handed her the bag.
Finally he gave her a stern look and said, "Do everything on my lists or I'll have to punish you."
He didn't wait for her to respond, he shut the door and then the car sped off to who knows where. She stood there on the street dumbfounded and disheveled. She righted her dress and looked around. It was dark out, late or early morning, she couldn't be certain. She ran a hand through her hair and stumbled about, walking up to her building.
She checked her mail slot on the way. There was so much piled up, she almost couldn't get it out of her slot. She was glad he'd given her a bag now. She almost filled it all the way up. She saw a clock above the mail slots and found it was just after two am. When she got inside, she glanced at her calendar and did some quick math. This time it had been almost two fucking weeks.
HOW! HOW! It hadn't felt like two fucking weeks! If anything it only felt like a handful of days, if that! She'd slept a lot off and on but still, she didn't think that much time had passed. It was fucking crazy.
"Shit! This fucking guy." she said aloud, shaking her head.
It had been a while since she'd lost track of this much time and never with just one guy. She dropped everything on her kitchen table before collapsing in a chair. Being with Dawson was so wild. It almost felt like going to another realm. She'd just lost all sense of time and herself. She looked around her place now and it felt so strange being back. It was like she couldn't go back after the shit they'd done. Fuck, all the shit she'd let him do to her and the stuff he'd said he wanted to do. She let out a long groan and ran her hands over her face as it all hit her, like a ton of bricks.
Some of the shit they'd done was scary as fuck, yet exciting at the same time.
She sat for a good while trying to process it all. She knew it was going to take her days, possibly even weeks they had done so much shit. She ran her hands through hair and then noticed she was leaking cum all over her chair. She got up and quickly cleaned it up before going to the bathroom. She began to feel slightly sick from all those shots, he'd given her. It was a struggle to get her shoes and corset off. She was so tired, she just wanted to collapse in her bed but she needed a shower.
She turned on the water, took off her dress and got in. She started off with hot water but then turned it to cold as she began to feel overheated. Her mind kept flashing with the events of the last few days/weeks. All that sex and crazy shit they'd done and the things she'd seen in that sex club...fuck those men in the park. She was no longer freaked out about it, if anything she felt numb. Maybe she was overwhelmed or had become desensitized, she couldn't be sure, she was too tired to figure it out right now.
She did wondered what would happen to all those pictures. Her face had been covered by a mask but still, who know where they were going to end up. How many men were going to see her like that and jerk off. She knew she should feel a sense of utter cringe but there was this hint of excitement now that she was safely back at home. She felt a thrill at being exposed in public, fucking in front of an audience.
She recalled the sex party she'd gone to with Tawnie. How there had been a woman who was getting it from two men in horse masks. The woman had looked absolutely blasted with bliss. She'd not only been taken it from two men but everyone's eyes had been on her. Gwyne had vaguely wondered what that felt like and how much it must have added to her experience, to know she was doing something so sexual in front of so many others.
Gwyne bit her lip knowing what it felt like now, she'd been beyond freaked out, absolutely terrified and yet...yet now, she almost felt aroused. She groaned and pressed her head against the shower wall, wondering what was wrong with her. She felt like her wires were definitely crossed. Normal people didn't get off on the shit that scared them or maybe they did. She didn't know but couldn't help but feel like she really was damaged and that all of her trauma had somehow warped her mind. Then again...this arousal to fear wasn't anything new.
She pulled from the shower wall and recalled how she used to have horrible nightmares growing up of a shadowy figure chasing her. She was terrified of him catching her but as she got older that fear had turned to excitement. She enjoy being chased and even felt aroused. In college she'd let the shadowy figure catch her, just to see what would happen.
It always did the same thing. It would violate her until she woke up. At first it was unsettling but after a while she must have become desensitized bcause she wasn't afraid.
It amazed her how some things that used to scare you could later fascinate or entice you. Perhaps it was fear of the unknown suddenly becoming known or maybe there was some psychological reason behind it.
She began to get too cold and shut off the water. She stood there dripping for a moment still thinking. She kept trying to processing everything that had happened but her mind was turning to mush. A lot of it was now just blurs and flashes...feelings. She needed to get some rest...some real fucking rest. Her senses had definitely been overwhelmed and her limits pushed. She got out and slowly dried off. When she looked at her bruised and battered body she again wondered what she was doing.
She tried to do some damage control. She bandaged several bites and deep scratches, and put lotion on her sensitive areas that were still raw. When she looked at her poor "fuck hole' in the mirror it was super red and swollen. She had washed it extra but soon enough, she was dripping cum again. She still had some much inside her.
Again she thought about how much sex she'd had it was insane. For once the dark craving deep inside her felt sated. She no longer wanted to hurt and barely wanted to fuck at this point. She just wanted to sleep. She didn't bother getting dressed, she went straight to her bed and collapsed.
Over the next few days, she slept so hard and long. She found herself struggling with feverish sex dreams and nightmares. She woke up a few times to her phone ringing but she didn't bother getting it. She only got up to pee, drink and at one point vomit. She felt so sick but just kept going back to bed hoping to sleep it off. Eventually she got hungry and stumbled to the fridge, only to recall it was empty.
"FUCK! Right," she hissed.
She recalled she'd been shopping before everything had happened. She looked for some place to order from and got a bunch of different foods. She almost passed out waiting for it to show up. She'd never been more happy to hear a knock at her door. She got up and nearly opened the door but ass naked but came to her senses at the last second and put on a big T-shirt. The delivery guy still looked at her weird but she didn't care. She just took the food and tipped him a bit more then she usually did.
She barley shut her door and brought the food over to her bed. She didn't get more then a few bites before she pathetically passed out. She woke covered in food. She realized she'd rolled over on the open boxes. It was a mess cleaning everything up. She ended up just taking off her shirt and passing out on her couch for another day or so. Finally she got her naked ass up and took another shower. She cleaned up all her bedding and did laundry ordering out again. This time she managed to finish it before passing out again.
Before she knew it, a fucking week had passed. She woke to someone knocking on her door at six in the morning. She opened it to some delivery guy. He had a hand cart full of boxes and delivered a weeks worth of food just inside her door before he left. She realized this must have been Dawson's meal plan.
She took a moment to open the boxes and look at the food, each was dated with a day and a time of that day, with a three hour lee-way. She took the breakfast one, it was some shake or smoothie. She was hungry and it tasted so good. She drank it down and was surprised at how big it was. It was like a large vanilla shake.
She put the rest of the food away in her fridge and freezer. She was still a bit weirded out by it but was glad she wouldn't have to go shopping. She tidied up a bit then looked over her lists. She knew it was insane to even considering this but she was kind of curious. There was no way she was doing all of it but maybe she could mess around with some of it. She kind of wondered what her peak would look like.
She looked over the pills list and decided it wasn't too much to take after all. She put the list on her fridge and took her first doses. She wasn't a fan of the corset but admitted she looked rather good in it. At least she had in that glory hole room. She could still remember looking at herself. She got naked and put it back on. She checked herself out in the mirror and just walked around the house in it.
It was weird but she kept looking at herself in the mirror throughout the day. She felt like something was different about her. Every so often she'd touch herself and found her sex drive had returned and with a vengeance. As she walked around her place, wearing nothing but a corset she kept getting super horny. She really just wanted to got out and fuck somebody or something.
She recalled the sex toy he'd given her, she quickly went and grabbed it, realizing she'd forgotten to put the jar of cum in her fridge. It was warm now and super gross. She threw it away, it was not like that she was going to use it anyway. She examined the toy and kept it. She washed it really good and then used it. She quickly found it was a very good one because it didn't take her long to pop a few off.
As she laid their panting on her bed, coming back down from her ogasmic high, she remarked on how aroused she still was, more then usual. Maybe those shot had boosted her sex drive or maybe her body was just so used to getting it all the time. She kept masterbaiting, then laid on her bed for a while with it inside her. It just felt so good to be full, she wished she could always feel like this. She dozed for a bit and noted it was another thing he was good at, picking out sex toys.
Eventually she got up and went through the bag some more. She set the cash down on her table and counted it out. It was indeed, exactly five thousand in relatively small bills, tens, twenties and fifties. For a long moment she sunk her fingers into her hair and put her elbows on the table staring at it.
"Who the fuck has five thousand in cash, like this? He has to be a drug dealer, I'm fucking a drug dealer or some guy doing who knows what illegal shit." She said to herself. She let out a heavy sigh then shook here head and got some water, feeling thirsty. She drank it down then noticed she had some messages on her answering machine.
She checked it and the first one was from Amber. She had left town and arrived at her sister's safely. She gave a new address and phone number, she could be reached at and Gwyne wrote it down. The next several message were from Tawnie. The first message she just kept asking Gwyne to pick up her phone, then hung up when she didn't.
The next message, she mention sending another postcard in the mail. Gwyne had gotten it when she'd checked her mail the other day. It was just a simple postcard, saying she was having a blast. She called three more times, one time she seemed distracted, Gwyne heard talking but not really directed at her. The next message was a drunk message "Why haven't you called me back? Seriously girl, pick up your phone." Gwyne laughed, and shook her head. How was she suppose to call her back when Tawnie hadn't left a single number to do so.
Finally her last message played, she sounded even more drunk. Again she asked "Why aren't you here!" The message crackled for a bit then Tawnie continued "You should have come. I miss you, listen to this a concert." Gwyne could hear music, a crowd cheering and screaming in the background. Tawnie laughed and cheered as well. It was clear she was having fun.
Part of her wished she had gone with Tanwie but then she would have missed everything with Dawson and of course Corrie. She could never be gone that long from him. She wondered if he'd popped by, while she was away but didn't see any sign of it. She listened for any more messages but that was it.
She went back to looking at the things Dawson had left her. This time she looked over the schedule. He wanted her to get seven hours of sleep each night and to start every morning looking at her sex in the mirror and saying "I'm a nothing. I am nothing but a fuck hole. I fuck. I get fucked. I fuck. I get fucked. I am nothing but a fuck hole who fucks. I take what it's given to me."
She couldn't help but laugh her ass off as read it. She knew Tawnie would have too before ripping it up. She didn't rip it up but went to the bathroom. When she was fished and washing her hands, she caught a glimpse herself in the mirror and laughed thinking about it again. Yeah there was no way she was doing that. She checked out her face a little more, the bruising had gone down a lot. They were still visible but had nearly gone away. She had a noticeable little scab across her nose but knew that would also go away to in time. She examined her sex and it was looking a lot better now. It was still super bruised but not as sore to the touch.
Again she looked at herself in the mirror and wondered what she was doing. How could she get off with a guy who punched her in the face when she said his name? Now that the dark part of her was momentarily quelled her more reasonable side laid into her. What if he'd really hurt her or even killed her? He could have choked her to death in that garden and just left her body there or he could have accidentally smothered her to death the other night. Seriously, he could have killed her more then once. Also taking her to that club...what was she thinking fucking outside in front of all those men. Some real shit could have gone down if they hadn't gotten out of there. She looked at herself troubled. Did she want to die? She thought she'd gotten over that shit…hadn't she? What was she doing then? FUCK! WHAT WAS SHE DOING! She covered her mouth thinking she shouldn't see him again! This...THIS was crazy, yet looking at herself in the mirror she knew she was going to keep seeing him...going to keep heading down this path at full speed.
She shook her head and said "Fuck girl." She knew it was exactly what Tawnie would have said to her, if she were here and knew everything. She dropped her hand from her mouth and went back to the schedule once again. He had listed dates for her to go to the gym and get beauty treatments. She put it on the fridge, knowing she should be ashamed of herself but she still did it.
She went to her bed and collapsed. She laid there for a minute and then rolled about, letting it all sink in. She was really going to do this, have two lovers! One who couldn't commit and the other who was committed to destroying her. She bit her lip and thought over all the things Dawson wanted her to do. It was a lot.
It was different from her and Corrie. He didn't really care what she did when they weren't together. The most he'd ever say was just be safe when she got too rough. Dawson… Dawson was definitely not safe. He wanted to break her and at the same time get her in peak performance. It didn't make sense. He was always sending mixed messages while Corrie was more then clear. It was amazing how both men were so different and yet could frustrate her just as much.
She wondered how long things would last with Dawson. With Corrie she hoped things wouldn't end but with Dawson, there was no doubt in her mind that it had to, at some point. They couldn't possibly keep going like this...eventually it had to end, right? As far as she could tell, he seemed to be the type that was committed to his wife but had a string of lovers that "ran their course."
At some point, he'd probably grow tired of her. What had he said about that guy at the club the other night? He'd failed to live up to expectations everyone failed eventually. So it was fair to say, she'd eventually fail too and he'd end things. Usually she didn't care, beyond Corrie but she felt strange around Dawson.
She lost all sense of time and self control when she was with him. She just wanted to give in and get fucked. She shook her head thinking she had no idea what she was doing with this guy. There was just this thrill, this... this twinge of undeniable attraction. So much about him was unknown and potentially dangerous. The things he did and could do to her. The way he said shit and those eyes and that fucking cock! She was like a moth to a flame.
Those days they'd spent together, had felt so long and yet short at the same time. She'd never opened up like that. There was always a part of her, she held back, even with Tawnie and Corrie. Yet with Dawson she had told him things and admitted to things she had even kept from herself. What if...What if, she really got attached to him and he didn't?
She let out a haughty sigh and rolled her eyes. What if she got attached to him and he didn't! What the fuck Gwyne! She couldn't believe herself! What was she in high school! It was such a stupid thought and she felt ridiculous for having it. She bit her lip and reminded herself this was just sex, fucking and nothing more, no attachments and yet, she always seemed to form attachments, when it was clear there would be none. It had happened with Corrie and it could happen with Dawson.
"Fuck," she hissed to herself.
She'd taken some college classes and knew this had something to do with her daddy issues or first boyfriend rejecting her. Some fear of abandonment shit or something. She was definitely damaged but wasn't that what had attracted Dawson and possibly even Corrie in the first place.
She rolled on her side, wishing she could talk to Tawnie about everything and work it out. Of course she wouldn't tell her everything….couldn't. Tawnie was up for most things but when it came to abuse it would definitely be a deal breaker. Gwyen sat up knowing she was overthinking. She busied herself with cleaning up a bit more. Mostly she just shuffled thing around until she could eat lunch. It was some sort of chicken and rice mean. It was bland but edible.
She spent the rest of the night sorting her mail and watching TV. She did her fiances and they weren't looking too good, of course she wasn't putting anything in right now. She hadn't counted the five thousand from Dawson, just yet. She wanted to know how much she had after she paid her bills without it. So far the extra thousand Amber had given her was going to be a big help.
She still had some ice cream left from when Corrie came over so she had that with her dinner, which was some sort of soup with a single piece of buttered toast. The toast was actually pretty good but she was glad she had the ice cream cause the soup and bread just wasn't enough. She went to bed in the corset but took it off after she kept waking up. She realized she might have eaten a bit too much.
She slept late the next day and put the corset back on when she woke up. She started her day masturbating and drank her smoothie as she watched TV. Around mid-afternoon, Mr. Charles, came to get her for a salon appointment. She scrambled to get dressed, forgetting about it even with the list on her fridge. She put on some shorts and a loose tank top with some slip- on shoes. She quickly found her pussy and breasts were still a little raw when it came to wearing clothes.
Mr. Charles just waited for her to be ready, then took her downtown to one of those fucking wealthy salons. She had a full assessment done, they didn't do anything but look her over, her hair, face, skin and nails. They took loads of pictures and messed around with various color swatches seeing which went best with her. After what felt like hours they sent her on her way.
It was weird going to a salon and getting nothing done but they said she needed to come back first thing in the morning. She was taken home and had one of her snack foods. She watched TV until she had dinner, which was a pasta dish with small pieces of meat in it. She wasn't sure what kind, the sauce was nice but it just felt like not enough again. She didn't have anything else to eat so waited for her late night snack option which was strawberries and chocolate, with sweet and salty crackers. She ate it then used her new sex toy again before she went to bed.
Bright and early the next day, she was taken back to the salon and given a barrage of treatments. They did her face, adding all sorts of masks, and creams. At one point they went over her with a machine cleaning out each and every one of her pours. She had to sit for a while but she didn't mind. The chair and music were nice and admittedly, she kind of felt like a celebrity, with the way they were fussing over her.
She usually didn't go to places like this and when she did, they definitely didn't treat her like this. They kept offering her waters, cucumbers and fresh fruit on a stick like shish-kabobs. She had never been so pampered in all her life. She could definitely get used to this.
After her face was done, they took her to another floor and had her dress down to a towel. Then they had her get into this mud bath thingy, naked. She thought it was bizarre but when she saw other people doing it, figured it was another treatment. They had her sink down to her neck and just sit in it, for like half an hour. It bubbled around her and felt rather nice, it even smelled good.
When it was time to get out, they didn't let her clean up but had her lay down on a table that seemed to be covered in wax paper. She was reminded of the time they made chocolates in her home economics class. She remembered dipping gobs of caramel and nuts into bats of chocolate, then setting them out to dry on wax paper. She bit her lip, thinking she'd already been dipped.
Slowly the mud hardened into a thin shell then they had her move about. It cracked and crumbled before breaking off her and turning to dust. Oddly she was reminded of a dream she had. She couldn't quite recall all of it just now but remembered her pinkie breaking off and turning to dust before it drifting away on the wind. It was such a strange dream.
Her skin felt strange when she ran her hands over it. It was soft and smooth like when you touched butter and rubbed your fingers together. There was this small layer of greasy film on her. They had her remain naked and took her into a steam tube. She stood in it until she was a wet with sweat, it seemed to do away with the greasy film. They had her come out and wrapped her up like a mummy then, even her face, with these strips covered in what felt like lotion. They had her lay down again and it was much long this time, she nearly fell asleep.
After they took the strips off, she got to take a cold shower, which felt refreshing. They started in on her hair next. They massaged her scalp, then put it into sections and went through it with a magnifying glass. They slowly treated the various sections with some substance, it was cool but slightly itchy, overall it made her head tingle.
When the hair technician got to her white patch in the center of her head, he asked about it. She explained it had just appeared one day and that it wasn't dyed but part of her natural hair now. He said he could tell and just thought it was so unique for her to have two completely different colors, especially since she wasn't born with it. He had never seen such a case. He had a few other technicians come over and look at it before he continued on.
Once her scalp was done they let it sit for a bit then washed it really good. She hoped she'd get to keep her white patch and mentioned it to the hairdresser when he started setting up. He said they weren't going to be dying her hair today and she felt quite relieved. He combed it out and dried it a bit before cutting it.
It had been a long time since she'd cut her hair, she worried she was going to lose some length but they only took an inch or two off as far as she could tell. He put all sorts of jells and sprays in then before adding highlight extensions. When he was done and showed her the final result she liked how it looked. Her hair looked much fuller and had this shine even sparkle to it.
They worked on her face next, applying make up that was suppose to stay on for a few weeks, at a time. They did her eyes and covered up the cut on her nose before doing her lips and the rest of her face. She liked the colors they'd used and was happy not to see the cut anymore. She couldn't even see the slight bruises that still remained under her eyes. She was a little worried they would say something, given she had bruises on her face and all over her body but they were very professional. They didn't get personal and stuck to the task at hand. She didn't know what she would have said if they'd asked but realized she should probably think about it, especially if she was going to keep seeing Dawson.
She might not always be able to cover up and Corrie would definitely notice. She didn't think telling him she got a little rough was going to cover it. There was rough and then there was whatever they were doing. She suppose she could tell him she was a masochist now but she wasn't even sure if that was what they were doing either. She knew so little about it and understood even less. She pushed it to the back of her mind, knowing now was not the time to figure it out.
They took her over to some large massage chairs next, where they gave her hands and feet, deep massages. By far, this had been her favorite part, she'd never had her hands massaged but it was nice and her feet, oh she loved getting her feet touched. The woman who worked on her, knew just where to squeeze her foot, she almost cried out several times it felt that good. She had to bite down on her lip, just to keep quiet but found she really, really liked foot massages.
When they were done they started on her nails. She watched them, kind of excited, she had her nails done once before when she was a preteen. It had been a gift from her mother. She had wanted to create some special memories before things got bad. They'd spent the whole day together ending at the nail salon. They had put fake nails on her and she'd loved clacking them on table tops. Of course they'd only lasted a few days before falling off but she'd enjoyed the experience and it had been a fond memory.
She let out a somber sigh recalling it now. While it was a fond memory it was still hard. She found anything involving her mother was hard. She wondered if it would ever get easier, if she'd ever be able to think of her and not have her heart twinge with sadness. She stared off into space for a few minutes and then tried to focus on what they were doing.
She watched the nail tech cut her nails down to the quick and assumed they were prepping them for the false nails. However once all of her nails were whittled down they started painting them. When they pulled out the glossy coat she asked about the fake nails. The nail tech seemed confused and said they hadn't been requested by the client.
Given Gwyne was the client she thought there was a mistake as she hadn't requested anything. They nail tech looked it up just to be certain but informed her Mr. Hazley had ordered her nails to be trimmed as short as possible. Gwyne couldn't help but wonder why? Then she recalled how she'd scratched him. Yes, for a brief moment just after he'd punched her in the face, he choked her and she'd grabbed onto his arm digging her nails into him. She remembered him looking at the scratches on her arm when he was checking himself out in the mirror. Had he been upset about that? If so he hadn't mentioned it, yet that had to be the reason…right?
She made a mental note to talk to him about it the next time they hooked up. The nail tech asked if there was a problem but she shook her head saying she just forgot. She didn't want to cause a fuss especially when she wasn't paying. She watched them paint on the gloss coat and add small little jewels to each one. Even though her nails were short they still looked amazing. After they were done with her fingernails they even did her toes to match. However instead of putting little jewels on each one, they added coat of glitter. It was pretty neat, Gwyne liked how they shimmered in the light.
When it was time to pay she was a little worried but they didn't ask for a dime. She asked about tipping them but apparently Dawson already had. They just gave her a care package, with bunch of lotions, masks, soaps, shampoos and makeup to use between treatments. She was to call or come in, if she had any questions or concerns. When she stepped outside it was raining, Mr. Charles was already waiting for her, with an umbrella. He walked her to the car and even back up to her place, making sure she didn't get wet. Again it was just so wild to be treated like this.
When she got home, she got undressed and checked herself out in the mirror. Damn she looked good! Her hair had never been so full and long and her skin, was just so soft and shinny. Her breasts and pussy had still felt pretty raw this morning but now felt nice and moisturized, She wondered what was in that mud or was it the steam. She put her corset back on and had one of her meals. She felt a bit restless the looking this good and feeling this great.
She debating going out maybe getting a few drinks and going home with some guy She was suddenly super horny and really wanted a nice hard cock. She knew it had only been a little over a week since Dawson and her but she'd always had a high sex drive. Usually she was able to take care of it on her own at home for the most part but she just felt more ampt up then usual, like a toy wasn't gonna fucking do it for her. After the shit Dawson had done, her body was like craving something more, something harder. She walked around her place wondering if she could do something, anything to get herself off hard.
She looked at the new toy Dawson had gotten her and then started pulling out all the toys she had, nothing was fucking good enough. Her eyes locked on to her broom in the kitchen and she debated it but she couldn't... wouldn't. She shook her head, there was desperate and then there was fucking desperate. She had a cigarette to calm herself down, then worked out a few orgasms with her toys.
She didn't get off as hard as she wanted to but it was at least enough to pacified her for now. She really...really hoped the shit he was giving her wasn't going to make things worse. She didn't know what she'd do if her sex drive got any higher, then it already was. She turned off all the lights in her place, lit some candles and watched the rain fall on her big windows in the moonlight. She managed to find a bottle of cheap wine in one of the cupboards and popped the cork. She had a glass and another cigarette that along with the atmosphere seemed to mellow her out for the rest of the night.
The next day, she was taken to her new gym, again it was downtown and it was insane. The gym was the size of a fucking mall. It had everything! There were full on sections for classes and various fitness. There was also all kinds of juice and health snack just free to take and they even gave her a fitness watch and a ton of free gym clothes, well free for her.
She changed into them and they got her some awesome tasting health smoothie as they took her on a full tour in a golf cart. They had health and beauty treatments, injections, massages, a full twenty-four hours spa and even day surgeries. In the gym areas there was every kind of exercise machine you could imagine and classes, so many fucking classes offered around the clock, twenty four hours a day. They just kept saying twenty four hours a day. She could have done shots with as much as they said it.
The thing that of course won her over the most was a massive fucking pool, everything was over the top everywhere, the aesthetics were just insane they had a bridge with a water fall, near the food court, a fucking zen garden, hammocks and sun balconies.
She really wished Tawnie was with her. Everything was just so fucking outrageous and everyone was so calm and collected about it as if it were nothing at all. Of course to them this was probably normal everyday but inside she was screaming. How did people live like this? She had to hold her tongue as she kept cursing under her breath as shit got to be more and more. They even had a roller coaster. A ROLLER COASTER! How did a roller coaster help with fitness. She couldn't help but ask and her tour guide said it boosted the heart rate. She was beginning to think some of this stuff was made up, especially when she saw a small pond and a boat, you could day drink wine on.
Overall the best part of the tour, was not having to to sign anything. Once it was over she was introduced to her personal trainer and they spent like two hours together. First they just talked, then she had her lay down on a table and physically assessed Gwyne. She swore her trainer moved every joint she had to see what her range of motion was and how flexible she could get. She made appointments for Gwyne to get realigned, like she was a fucking car. She had her first appointment then went home. She felt strange all day but slept like a fucking baby even with the corset.
Two days later she came back and her trainer had her lift, run and do basic exercises to see where she was at. She made a progress chart and wanted to see her four times a week to start. She also signed her up for classes to work on her stamina and flexibility. She had a feeling Dawson had requested that. Still, she would be working out five days all together, the last day was just pool and spa treatments with a day off to do as she pleased.
The first two weeks were a lot she had to figure out when she was suppose to go and where. She came home almost every day feeling exhausted but liked going there. She began to look forward to getting picked up by Mr. Charles, everyday. By the third week she got into the swing of everything, pills, food, corset, gym and salon. Her trainer worked her hard with squats, lifts, stamina and strength exercise.
Every day they worked on a different section of her body for about an hour. She had various classes throughout her day, yoga in the morning, flexibility in the afternoon and aerobics at night. After or before classes she could do whatever she wanted. It felt a lot like college but for her body instead of her mind.
Mr. Charles was always available to take her anywhere she wanted to go but often times she ended up just chilling for a few hours at the gym everyday. She really liked the vibe and knew once she lost her membership she'd never be able to come back.
She mostly stuck to herself, a few times she talked to some of the other members. She was always friendly but mostly they just wanted to know who she was. If she was anyone special or had money, and influence. She didn't quite get a lot of the social cues of this world and after a while enough people seemed to have sized her up that she stopped getting approached by people.
Of course this wasn't her world. If anything she was a guest a passer by. She didn't let her social isolation get her down, she was used to being shut out for one reason or another by now. Tawnie would have said fuck um. So she did just that and did her best to ignore them.
She ended up going to the pool almost everyday after a month, even though she only had one pool day on her schedule. They had a really nice hot tub and diving board and a lazy river, they let you take drinks into, like actual margaritas. She loved doing laps and swimming on her back but her favorite part was just floating, she really relaxed and could think. She also enjoyed walking around the indoor track and running.
Oddly she began to get a boost in her energy by the fifth week. She wasn't sure if it was from the pills, the change in her diet or all the new exercises but she began to feel really energized and happy. Her sex drive was also a thing, every morning and night now, she swore she was masturbating just to keep it under control, it just felt like it was never enough.
She kept thinking about doing all sort of crazy shit like walking to the closet bar in the sluttiest outfit she could find and fucking the first man who looked at her sideways. She considered even hunting down that sex club or another like it. When she was out and about she began to pick up some sex magazines "to catch up on her reading" hoping to get some ideas for the next time she and Dawson were together. Who knows she might even try a few things with Corrie. She kept wondering where either of them were.
Corrie was once again gone longer then usual. The school build must have been taking up all his spare time. She found it odd that even though he'd gone been longer then the last time she'd seen him it hadn't bothered her as much. She told herself it was just because of how busy she was and all the new changes. She still missed him a ton but didn't think of him as often. She didn't know why but that troubled her.
She was also surprised Dawson hadn't popped up again given the days they had shared. She knew he was fixing something but did it seriously take this long? Again just what the fuck did he do that would keep him away so long? Last time he'd been giving her space and time to heal, this time there shouldn't be a reason to stay away so long, unless this was just how he was. To be fair, she didn't know him enough, to know if this was usual for him.
He could be the type of guy who fucked in bursts, has a crazy two week sex binge then goes home to his wife and disappears for six months. She hoped not because if he didn't show up and Corrie didn't show up, things were going to be quite hard on her. She started looking for jobs to keep herself busy and because she needed one.
She'd go out walking the street, looking for help wanted signs and getting some news papers to check for new listings in the areas. She'd also go shopping for sexy clothes at the other thrift shops. She didn't feel so guilty shopping from them now that she wasn't working at one.
She notice her body had started to change ever so slightly. When she took off her corset she had more defined curves and her body began to swell in all the right places. She also had this glow about her skin from the salon treatments. She go in about once every two weeks now and could tell it was making a real difference.
She started getting more looks and even some whistles as she was running errands and just walking down the street. A few guys would lingered and talk to her, trying to get her number. She was polite a little flirtatious sometimes but with two lovers on her plate, she already had her hands full, at least she would if either of them showed up.
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