A/N

Okay this chapter comes with a warning. Please, please do not try this at home. Always do your own research before sticking anything inside you. This book is fantasy. I also suggest before ever considering trying any fantasy or fetish you watch porn first. Watching porn is much safer and less embarrassing then going to the (ER)(A&E) Whatever emergency place your countries have. For porn find a reliable site, never click on the adds just stick to the videos. Alot of them have tags and search bars. For this fetish the term is "insertions" I don't mean to get all weird with my trigger warning I just want you all to stay safe.

Gwyne wasn't sure what time it was, when she got up to pee. She was getting used to it now, losing all track of time and space when she was with Dawson. After she relieved herself she came back into the bedroom and bummed a cigarette from his draw. If she had pockets she would have taken a few. She laughed as she climbed into a chair in the corner of the room. She rolled up her mask past her mouth and smoked for a bit then looked at the phone in his room. She wasn't sure what time it was but thought to call Tawnie and see what she was up to.

She was still staying with her cousin last she checked. She called and one of the kids picked up. She found out it was sometime in the middle of the afternoon. Tawnie was asleep, she planned to call back but her nephew handed her the phone anyway.

"What?" said Tawnie sounding half asleep.

"Hey it's just me." said Gwyne,

She quickly perked up "Hey girl, where you been?"

She took a puff of her cigarette then let it out and said, "With him, Mr. Right Now, mystery guy"

"Yeah!" she said sounding excited.

"Yep," said Gwyne, "Lost all track of time again."

"I was wondering. I've stopped by your place a few times,"

"Yeah, was it empty?"

"Yeah, why?

"No reason," she said. She knew it was foolish to even ask. There was no way Corrie would still be there weeks later."So what you up to?"
"Not much, gig work, saving up for my next adventure."
"Yeah, you know where you're going? Maybe I can chip in?"

"Since when you don't have a job?"

"Yeah but I got some cash." she said recalling her ten thousand sitting in the car.

"Maybe but tell me how is it...he?"

"Crazy as always." laughed Gwyne, "Maybe more so this time."

"Yea what you do?"

"Crazy sex, all over the place,"

"I miss crazy sex met a guy at the grocery store the other day. He helped me with my melons but yeah that is as far as it went."

"Yeah.."

"Yeah disappointment."

"Oh sorry,"
"Does your guy have a friend?"

"I'm not sure but even then, this guy is intense, might be too intense for you."

"I doubt it."

"Well it's pretty intense for me, some of the shit we did."

"Oh, do tell?"

"Ehh, it's not a good thing. I think I might need to take a break or something. We'll have lunch. I think we need to discuss a lot."

"Yeah, disappointment?"
"No more like overwhelmed. That ever happen to you?"

"Sometimes but not lately. You can't be happy with everything though."

"I know I just feel like I'm in this strange place with Corrie and this guy."
"What's his name again? Mystery guy?"

"I'm not suppose to say it?"

"His name?

"Yeah

"Ooo why?"

The bedroom door opened and Dawson walked into the room reading a book. Gwyne quickly put out her cigarette and wrapped up with Tawnie, "Uh gotta go, catch you around."

"Oh he in the room!"

"Yep," she said before hanging up.

Dawson put his book down and turned to look at her. He gave her a dark look and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I was just talking to my friend Tawnie, hope you don't mind me using your phone."

"I don't, how is she?"

"Good, she's been staying with her cousin and doing gig work."

"Gig work, hmp right, can't get a normal job."

"She can! She's just more into free time right now."

"Right."
"Yeah and believe it or not, it's not that easy to get a job right now. I've been looking around for a while and no one is even calling me back."

"They can probably spot a whore when they see one."
"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Rub your tits together and think about it." he teased.

"I'm not stupid you know and I'm not a whore." She said getting up from the chair.

"Relax," he said grabbing her around the waist as she tried to walk past him. He pulled her to the bed and sat down, moving her onto his lap."You shouldn't need to look for work. If you need money I'll provide but you should still have fifteen thousand or close to it."

"I do." she said. "But I can't rely on you forever."

"Oh? And why not?"
"Cause," she almost said we might not always be together but didn't want to get into that right now. "Because I am an adult and shouldn't need to rely on a man or anyone. I'm perfectly capable of paying for my own shit."

"Ahh is this a father thing?"

"A what?" she asked confused.

"Your father was a low life gambler, couldn't pay for shit, I'm guessing,"
"Sometimes he won."

"But more often then not he lost right. The reason your mom left him was because otherwise you wouldn't have a cent left. I'm not like that. I have done well for myself and have led a rather productive and prosperous life. I can finance your twat."

"Right, whatever." she sighed. "I just don't like replying on others, in case things fall through. You could decided to pop off one day or some shit."

He chuckled. "But I wont. If anything you're more likely to pop off well before me."
She didn't like talking about this. She knew she had trust issues and money was always an issue growing up. A lot of times they'd had to reply on charity. It was nice it was there but she always felt bad she couldn't give anything back and that she always had to take. When her mom died she thought she'd be penniless with all the medical bills but an old friend of her mothers had stepped up and paid the bills. They had even left her with a small trust. It wasn't much but it had allowed her to travel with Tawnie and eventually get her place. She was truly grateful to them for what they gave her, but she wished she could provide for herself and maybe give back to others one day who were going through a hard time. But who was she kidding.

"Can we just change the subject."

"No," he said grabbing hold of her chin. "I need you to understand, you are mine and I take care of my things."

"I'm not a thing and not offense but we've only hooked up a handful of times even if it has been a few weeks each times. This 'relationship' whatever it is, isn't exactly stable."

"Stable is overrated." he scoffed. Letting go of her face. "If you need anything just ask, Gwyne."

"Yes, but at what cost?"

"No cost," he said. "I already have everything you can give."

"Right," she said slowly.

"Now you've had a good long rest what's say you and I have some fun?"

"I think we've had enough fun. I should get back to my place, check my bills water my plants and see if anyone's called me back about jobs."
"We just talked about jobs, you don't need one. How about let's go shopping and get you a hair cut?"

"What!" she said instinctively clutching her hair, "I love my hair!"

"It's nice but there is too much of it, let's get you something shorter!"

"Why?"

"It keeps poking out of your mask and gets in the way."

"Oh, well I haven't had short hair in years, not since I was in school."

"I think it would look good on you."

"Right like you'll be looking at it. Besides I don't know if I have the face for it. It might make me look fat."

He chuckled "Trust me people wont be looking at your fat face. If anything these fat tits really draw you in. They did me the first night we met."

"Right," she said. "Well I'm not always gonna be walking around with my tits out."

"Who says." he said clutching her left breast and giving it a squeeze.

"What do you want to shop for?"

"Some food."

"Hmm, I could eat."He smiled at her response.. "Maybe we could go out. But can I have some actual clothes?"

"No, you look good just like this."

"Seriously in just a corset. I think the police will beg to differ."

"Alright, alright." he sighed. "I did get you something while I was out."

"When were you out? Why didn't you wake me?"

"You, said I couldn't stop bothering you."

"Yeah, but maybe I could have swung by my place."

"Hmp."He pushed her off his lap and stood up.

She sat on the bed as he went over to a cabinet in the room and pulled out a flat box. He returned to the bed and casually tossed the box on the bed. She looked at it then back at him. He put his hands in his pockets and nodded for her to open it. She smirked at him but turned back to the box. She noticed a little gold designer label on it as she opened it. Inside there was tissue paper and under that was a short white ruffled dress, with long sleeves.

"I'll even be nice and let you take the mask off. You can wear these he said pulling out some rather large sunglasses."

"Right." she said thinking the things were huge. She might as well be covering her face.

Still she got up and put on the dress. She found it dropped off the shoulders and the bottom of the dress fanned out around her with all the ruffles. She spun about thinking it looked cute. He handed her the sunglasses and she took off the mask putting them on. They reminded her of the kind you'd buy in a joke store they were so huge. They were also very darkly tinted which made it hard to see in a dark room.

"I like the dress but I don't know about the glasses."

"Nah, you look good. You always look good." he said going into his closet.

He came back out with a white garter belt and stockings. She lifted her dress up and he put the garter belt on her. He gestured to the bed and she sat down. He pushed her back then took each of her legs up one at a time. He'd kiss the ankle before putting on the white stalking and connect it to the garter belt. When both were on he offered out his hand and she took it. He helped her to stand and got a big smile on his face.

He put a hand behind her head and drew her in for a kiss as he reached for something in his pocket. When they pulled apart he said, "Now for the best part of this dress." He snaked his hand up her dress and she felt him brush up against her clit ring. A second later he pulled his hand back and she realized he'd attached a small chain leash to it.

"NO! Seriously," she cried. "You can't lead me around by my clit in public."

"I wont be leading, this is just to make sure you don't wander off. We'll hold hands." he said showing her that if she stood close to him holding his hand the chain could barely be see with all the ruffles from her dress. It was sneaky, she didn't like it but before she said anything she looked at them in the mirror. For a moment standing so close like this they looked like a couple. She felt silly for thinking such thoughts. Dawson and her would never be a 'couple.' She looked off to the side and couldn't help but think she'd never be a couple with anyone.

He snapped his fingers to get her attention then brushed the side of her cheek, "Why so glum."

"I'm not,"

"Then are you ready?" he teased shaking the chain. She could fill it rattle her clit ring and jerked, "Yes but don't be doing that or you'll have a mess on you hands and I'm not getting a hair cut."

He didn't say anything. He just smiled and kissed the top of her head. Admittedly she was kind of excited to be doing something with him other then sex. She wondered what a day out shopping with him would be like. He put on a jacket then adjusted her chain up his sleeve. Once again she looked at it and then looked at them in the mirror. Unless someone was really close she suppose they couldn't tell. He got her some slip on platform shoes and she stepped into them. They kissed again and then he yanked the chain. She clutched her dress and let out a moan. A second later she saw a drop of moisture fall on her shoes. Great they hadn't even left the apartment yet and she was dripping.

He seemed to notice to and grabbed her ass. "That's my girl."

He kissed her neck and then grazed her skin with his teeth before he started walking she had to rush to keep up with him. They left the apartment and got into the elevator he kept swinging the chain and she glared at him. When they got in the car he let go of the chain and gave her a break. It was nice to relax for a bit. He drove them some place she'd never been downtown and she saw there was an outdoor market like the one near her place only bigger. When she got out a slight breeze rushed over her it felt good but also made her very aware of how exposed she was. She worried her dress might fly up at any moment and struggled to keep it pinned down. He just chuckled at her as he took the chain up his sleeve again. Once it was secure he took her hand and they began to slowly walk.

He put on some sunglasses of his own and they looked at the various booths. Sometimes he'd let the chain dangle and she could almost ignore it. Other times he'd tug on her and she found it hard to focus on anything. She let out a heavy sigh thinking so much for doing something that wasn't sexual. She wondered if they could ever just be out an about like normal people but reminded herself Dawson was anything but normal. She suppose she wasn't either.

They walked around in silence. She considered starting up a conversation with him but then thought better of it. She worried she might get to know him more and it would be harder for her to leave him. It was best she kept some level of distance from him, at least where she could.

He bought them a basket after a while and had her hold it while they walked around. He stepped up to one of the produce vendors and seem to be really interested. She watched him stop every few seconds to examine a piece some fruit or a vegetable closely. He'd looked so focused and she wondered if he did everything a hundred percent, even shopping.

He picked up an ear of sweet corn and smiled at it. He showed it to her and then asked, "What do you think?"

"Looks good," she shrugged.

"Hmm, I bet." he said.

"But I'm no expert." she added.

"I wouldn't be too sure of that." he said putting it in the basket.

She wondered what he meant by that but he was already moving on. He grabbed some cucumbers in various sizes. Then added them to the basket. He saw a large carrot and seemed to get excited. He ran his hands over it then showed it to her, "Would you look at that."

"Yeah it's big," she said thinking it had to be one of the biggest carrots she'd seen.

"Thick," he said then lifted it like he was weighing it, "Yeah nice and thick."

"You making a stew?" she asked, "That would definitely make a lot of carrots."

"Yes it would." he smiled then added it.

She had to start holding the basket with two hands. It wasn't heavy she just didn't want any of it to spill out. He paid the vendor then they went inside a store. He picked up some pasta then canned whip cream. They went down a wine aisle and he got some wine in various different bottles. The items he picked up seemed so random. She wondered if he knew what he was doing? She tried to think of what he was making as they went but it all just seemed like a mixture of item, then again she didn't cook very much.

After a few minute she just asked "What are are you making?"

"A very special meal."

"So you cook?"

"I do from time to time but only for someone special."

"Oh am I special enough?" she asked, smiling slightly.

"No," he laughed "I've told you you're nothing to me but a hole,".

"Right." she rolled her eyes.

He paused as he was looking over some oil and just stood there for a moment. She wondered if he was reading the bottle but eventually he whispered "Don't forget your place."

She was feeling a bit sassy and snapped back, "And just what is my place?"

"Right where I put you," he said. He pulled on her chain in such a way that there was some whiplash and the chain struck up and hit her clit. She bit her lip struggling not to cry out and closed her eyes looking down. He drew in close and hissed at her, "Do as you're told, Gwyne and don't for a second think you'll ever matter to me or anyone."

His tone was stern and his words were harsh. She opened her eyes and looked at him but he was already looking back at the oil like nothing had happened at all. He tossed it in the basket a second later then moved on pulling her along.

As they went to pay they passed a mirror and again they looked like a couple waiting in line to pay. She pouted her lips upset with herself. He'd just told her not to forget her place but she was doing it again. Maybe she was delusional always looking for love and seeing it in the wrong places.

They went outside and he pulled out a tissue, "I'm not crying," she said thinking he thought she was upset. She wasn't not even in the slightest he'd by far had said worse things to her by now, she was used to it.

He smiled and said, "You're becoming a snail. Take care of it."

She furrowed her brow and then realized she was leaking a bit too much, "Oh, I didn't realize. You should have told me!"

"I just did."

"We should go back and clean up."

"And draw more attention to it, hmp."

He waited for her to take the tissue then took her to a small corner where she could dab herself as he looked like he was viewing a magazine. She wasn't sure what to do with the tissue but thankfully saw a trash when they started walking again. She tossed it in and they continued to walk about after a few minutes. He grabbed her around the waist and rested his arm on her hips as he teased, "Good to see you're working up an appetite but we still have more shopping to do. Try to put a lid on it."

"Well maybe if you'd stop teasing me." she hissed.

"Are you blaming me for your gluttony?"

"No but you're not helping." she hissed.

He chuckled then moved to stand beside her. He grasped hold of her hand and pulled her along. They went to cross the street but had to wait for a light to change. They soon found themselves surrounded by people who were also waiting to cross the street. The light seemed to take forever. She stared off into space as she watched several cars drive by. After a few seconds Dawson moved to stand behind her. He must have lost his mind because she suddenly felt his hand go up her dress and he dared to run his fingertips along her sex.

She made several small noises pleading with him to stop while also trying not to draw attention to them. He leaned into her and whispered into her ear, "Just relax, the bigger you make it the more attention you'll draw."

It took everything not to react and just stand there. He kept going, tracing his finger around her entrance. She was sure he was going to plunge it in but he removed his hand and a second later the light changed. Everyone started walking and they crossed the street. She was so flustered that she didn't even notice him pull her into a salon. Perhaps that had been his plan all along to distract her so she wouldn't notice what he was up to.

She'd made it clear she wasn't getting a haircut, yet here they were standing in a salon. He waved someone down holding her hand tightly as if he knew she'd try to make a run for it. Someone stepped up to them and guided them to a salon chair. He took the basket from her and she thought she was going to be sick as he pushed her to sit in the chair. He set the basket down then gave her leash some slack as he stood beside the chair, not letting her out of his sight for a second.

He slightly turned to the hairstylist and explained, "She's shy, I'll be staying with her and do all the talking."

"Okay," said the hairstylist. From her tone Gwyne could tell she thought this was weird. "You're the one who made the appointment? I think we talked on the phone."

"Yes," said Dawson flashing her a smile.

Gwyne looked at the two of them in the mirror and watched as Dawson laid the charm on thick. The hairstylist's body language started to change and she all but melted especially when he lowered his sunglasses and flashed her with those ice blue eyes of his. She knew how intoxicating he could be and pursed her lips as the hairstyles brushed her hand over him and said, "Oh wow you're eyes are stunning."
"Thank you. Coming from someone as beautiful as yourself I find that quite the complement."

The hairstylist blushed and let out a laugh clearly under his spell. Gwyne rolled her eyes thinking she was going to be sick again. Not only did he want her to get a hair cut but she had to watch him flirt with another woman. There was only so much she could take.

The two smiled at each other for another second before the woman finally touched Gwyne's hair. She ran her fingers through it, finally taking notice of it. "Oh my it's really long. Are you sure you want it short, no wash just cut?"

"Yes, just as we discussed on the phone," said Dawson. The woman didn't pick up on it but Gwyne noticed a slight shift in his tone. He'd been upset with her enough times for her to know he was agitated.

The hairstylist began to gather up her hair and Gwyne couldn't help but wonder what they had 'discussed.' Given it was her hair he should have discussed it with her first. "Uh just how much-" Gwyne went to ask how much she was going to take off she didn't like that she'd said the word 'short'. However before she couldn't finish asking Dawson put his hand on her shoulder and painfully squeezed.

"Relax this is my treat. I'll be paying."

That's not what she wanted to know and he knew it. She forgot herself for a moment and started to call out "Daw-

He let his sunglasses slide down even more as he jerked his head down at her. She could see the fury in his ice blue eyes. It was clear, this 'decision' wasn't to be questioned. No matter what she would be doing this one way or another. She knew that look well. Before he could say anything the woman turned her head to look forward.

"Hold still now, we don't want it to be uneven."

She didn't want to do this! SHE DID NOT WANT TO DO THIS! With every fiber of her being she was screaming but what could she do, get up and cause a scene. He had her clit ring what if he yanked? What if he seriously hurt her! Was she actually scared of Dawson? Yes. Yes she was. Her stomach bubbled and she felt unsettled. It wasn't good to be scared of anyone especially someone you were-

'Snip! Snip! Snip!' the sound filled the air and her eyes went wide. She'd gotten so lost in her thoughts that she had failed to notice the hairstylist had finished gathering her hair into a pony tail. She was now chopping it off like it was...nothing. Gwyne looked into the mirror her eyes watering with devastation as the woman pulled a long thick, luscious pony tail away. It...that had once been her hair and now it was all gone.

"I'll take that!" he said grabbing the pony tail. He pulled a bag out of his pocket and put all of her once, long, long hair into it. Tears streamed down her cheeks but the hairstylist didn't notice because of Gwyne's sunglasses and Dawson's charm.

"I swear You're eyes are just so striking!" The hairstylist gushed as she kept cutting Gwyne's hair. She supposed it was too late to stop her now. What was done was done. It was over. She was just going to have to live with it. She told herself it was just hair and it would grow back but it was going to take a very, very long time.

"Yes. I suppose they are." said Dawson brushing away a tear from Gwyne's cheek. She realized the sadistic bastard was probably getting off on this.

"Have you ever considered being a model?" asked the hairstylist.

"Oh no, I haven't," said Dawson.

Bullshit Gwyne thought this guy was so full of himself. He'd probably thought about it more then once. Fuck she wouldn't be surprised if there were photos of him on a magazine somewhere.

"You know our salon, works with models all the time. We do professional haircuts and styling. I think you'd look amazing in one of our books or posters on the wall. If you'd be interested I could make arrangements."

Gwyne just bet she could. It was obvious the hairstylist was trying to make arrangements to meet up with him again. She knew it was none of her business. She realized he probably saw a lot of people other then her. The dude was married after all. Still it was weird seeing him hook up with someone right in front of her. She expected him to 'make arrangements' given how much he loved himself. He smiled but didn't look away from Gwyne.

He simply said. "My that is a generous offer, it's something to consider."

"I could do your hair next." the hairstylist said excitedly
"No, sorry we've got a busy day ahead of us."

"Oh, so you don't want me to do anything about this white stripe down the middle. I could dye it real quick or we could cut it down to make it less noticeable."

Gwyne jaw dropped. She didn't want to get rid of it she really liked it. Before she could say no Dawson did. "No as I have said just the cut, that's all." His voice came out rather stern.

"Alright." said the hairstylist. Gwyne was sure she picked up on his agitation this time. The hairstylist let out a nervous laugh and tried to make small talk as things felt slightly tense if not awkward. "Are you out shopping? Great weather for it."

"Indeed," said Dawson.

He dug into his pocket and handed Gwyne another tissue. She wiped her face and the hairstylist stopped talking as she finished cutting Gwyne's hair. It took another ten minutes or so to wrap everything up. She cut it just under her ears. When she was finished she sprayed it with product then blow dried it fanning it out. When she was done Gwyne finally got to look at it. She supposed It was a bob. She was surprised at how much her hair puffed out now that it wasn't being weighted down.

"Well what do you think?" asked the hairstylist.

"It's nice." said Gwyne but she wasn't sure how she felt about it.

"Oh you can't see," said the hairstylist. She took Gwyne's sunglasses off without warning. Everything was suddenly very bright in the salon and she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Oh my! You also have such lovely eyes, they are so big!" said the hairstylist.

Gwyne supposed they were. She looked at herself in the mirror and moved her head about. It felt lighter and she felt freer she supposed. She loved long hair but it didn't hurt to...to try a change every now and then. She knew she was trying everything to cheer herself up at this point, even though she was feeling heartbroken. She looked at Dawson in the mirror wondering what he thought about it since he wanted it so badly.

Their eyes locked and he just stood their wide eyed, staring at her. His sunglasses were still down from when he'd glared at her. She wasn't sure if he liked it or not he just looked very, caught up like he'd been spotted after robbing a bank or something.

The hairstylist also noticed his lack of a response and asked, "Are you okay, sir?"

"FINE!" He snarled tearing his eyes away from the mirror.

He yanked Gwyne's sunglasses out of the hairstylist's hands so fast it alarmed her. He quickly put them back on to Gwyne, then grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the chair. Once she was on her feet, he picked up the basket and pushed it back into her arms. Then he took a wad of cash from his pocket and tossed a few hundred at the hairstylist. Without a word he practically dragged her out of the salon causing several people to stare at them.

He was hurting her arm and she worried he'd forget he had her clit ring on a chain, "Please slow down! What's wrong? What's wrong!"

They got back to the light that they had to wait at. The one he'd nearly fingered her at. He didn't wait for it to change and pulled them both into traffic. A car honked at them but he didn't care dragging her along. When they got across the street she loudly cried out, "STOP! STOP!"

Several people looked at him and he finally slowed down. She was sure he was mad at her for taking off her sunglasses when they had a deal but it wasn't her fault, "It wasn't my fault!" she cried. "The sunglasses!"

He whirled around and she noticed his face as bright red, flushed. He'd been in a hurry to leave but rushing alone shouldn't have caused such a reaction. "You," he hissed glaring at her. "You have no right to be so damn cute!"

Without another word he smashed his face into her pressing his lips against hers in one of the most passionate kisses she'd ever experienced in her entire life. Time itself didn't stop it didn't exist. She practically melted into his arms and almost dropped the basket. The people that had noticed them quickly realized it was some lovers spat and moved along. When they pulled apart she was now the one that was bright red. Her face felt like it was on fire as he started pulling her along.

They didn't say a single word to one another as he took her back to the car. When they got in he took a moment to calm himself down. She sat there awkwardly playing with the basket. For some reason she couldn't stop smiling. It was silly. She closed her eyes feeling like a teenager with her first crush.

"So," he said finally, getting a cigarette, "What do you think?"

"Think?" she said unsure of what he was talking about, her head was still swimming.

"The haircut." he said lighting his cigarette.

"Oh…oh yeah," she said having forgotten. She looked at herself again then ran her fingers through it. "It's ah, short, super short. I- I didn't expect to get a hair cut especially not one this short." she sort of trailed off getting gloomy once more.

"The mask will fit much better now. If you want long hair from time to time, I can you get extension or wig but you're mostly going to be wearing the mask from now on."

"I guess," she said but stared at herself in the mirror. She didn't feel like herself and was oddly reminded of a dream she had. She recalled being in a bathroom and looking at herself in the mirror as someone was tying to break in and attack her."

"Promise me you wont try to like break into a bathroom and attack me," she said without thinking.

"What," he said raising an eye brow as he started the car.

She realized how random that must have sounded. "Nothing." she said feeling stupid, "Just a dream I had."

"Hmp." he said pulling out. They started to head back when she noticed someone on a motorcycle pull into a garage while they were at a light. "Oh!" she said putting her hands on the passenger side window, "Where are we?"

"Why?"

"There is a garage here that works on motorcycles."

"So."

"My motorcycle has some flats and I want to get it fixed."

"You know those things are death traps, especially to someone like you who is always getting distracted."

"What." she said turning to look at him.

"My point exactly." he said as the light changed and they went on. "You barely focus on anything for long. I can just imagine you crashing and wrecking yourself. Which would deprive me the pleasure."

"Right you know I'm actually pretty good at it."

"Says who?"

"Corrie and he rides all the time."

"He also throws himself into burning buildings." said Dawson before he took a drag of his cigarette and added. "Are you going to start doing that?"

"No."

"So don't ride." he said. "Get yourself a bicycle or knowing you a tricycle and a helmet."

"Is this your way of saying you're worried about me getting hurt?"

"Hmp no. I just told you I don't want you getting messed up before I can do the job."

"Right," she before giving his arm a squeeze and teased. "I think you're starting to care about me."

"NO," he said rather loudly.

He was starting to look moody so she dropped it. "Sorry."she said "I didn't mean to push."

"It's all you know how to do," he snapped.

"I said I was sorry."

"If you're sorry you'd listen to me and stay off the fucking death traps."

"I'll consider it," she said knowing she wouldn't.

"Right," he said doubting she would listen to him. It was just another thing he'd have to take care of.

Things were silent the rest of the way back. When they got to his place it was just them. They went to his kitchen and she took in his dinning room table. It was so large it reminded her of a table you might find in a boardroom. When he'd been giving her a 'tour' they'd had sex on it quite a few times. She noticed some towels were folded on the table now. She wondered if someone had been doing laundry.

He unhooked her clit ring then said, "Put the basket on the kitchen counter next to the sink."

She nodded and did as he asked. He stepped up to the table and began unfolding the towels. He places several along the table and brought one back to the kitchen. He laid it out next to the sink then rolled up his sleeves and began to unpack. He washed all of the fruits and vegetables before laying them out on the towel by the sink. Then strangely she watched him wash the bottles of wine as well. He unwrapped the pasta then laid everything out neatly on the towels he'd set about the table.

After a few minutes her curiosity got the best of her. She folded her arms and once again asked, "I'm curious, just what are you going to make with all this?"

He smiled to himself for a moment then said, "It's not what I'm making its what you're making."

"Oh," she said surprised. She didn't know he expected her to cook, "You want me to cook for you?" She looked at the things they had gotten but wasn't sure what she could make with it. "I guess I can, I don't know a lot of recipes though off the top of my head. Do you have one that uses this stuff or-"

He burst into laughter and she wondered what he found so funny. He went to the fridge and moved more items over to the towels on the table before he said, "You're not cooking, your hole is."

"What?" she said completely lost.

He continued to laugh. "I'm going to feed you hole and see what it likes to eat besides my cock and that broom handle."

"WAIT! WHAT!" she said. She'd gotten what he said but was struggling to accept it. "Food…" she said her eyes widening. She knew it was a thing. She had talked about it with Tawnie but "I've never-"

"Do you trust me?" he asked giving her a charming smile

"Not on your life!" she cried throwing her hands up into the air.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed, "You think by now you'd realize there are a lot of things you're going to do with me that you've never done before. I told you we're going to do just about everything."

"Yeah but you want to shove all of this in-" She stopped speaking as she took it all in once more. She now saw it all in a different light.

"Yes, I am." He said. "Need we play this game again, we both know you'll do it. Your just that depraved."

By now she knew he was right. At this point it was pointless to argue with him. Still she looked at it all yet again and felt queasy. Her knees began to shake and she said "Fuck."

He finished cleaning up everything then came up to her and removed her dress letting it fall to the floor. She now stood there wearing sunglasses, her corset, garter belt, stalkings and her slip on shoes. He stood behind her and kissed the back of her neck.

"Hmmp I can reach this much better now without all that hair in the way." She didn't say anything still feeling sick. He grabbed hold her her hair and yanked it. He forced her her to move her head about and continued, "Yet there is still enough to drag your worthless ass around!"

He pulled back on her hair forcing her to crank her head back. She looked up at the ceiling as he grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it. She swayed slightly to one side as he then took his hand from her breasts to her crotch. He tweaked her ring and toyed with her even though she was already wet from earlier. It felt good to have him run his fingers over her. When he let go of her hair she looked back at all that was on the table and wondered how it would feel inside her. It was a strange thought yet she found herself getting slightly curious, excited even. She closed her eyes thinking she was utterly hopeless. This was so weird and messaged up and yet that seemed to be part of her kink these days.

He pulled his hand from her then put I around the back of her neck he pulled her back and forced her to step out of her shoes. Once they were off he pushed her up to the table and she just stood their waiting for his next command. He slapped her ass cheeks after a second then gave them each a good squeeze, "Alright let's see what you can take!"

She thought he was going to pick something up but he let go of her and left her there as he went into another room. She eyed the food trying not to think about it. When he came back he had something in his hands, "Let's use this."

It was a small dome-shaped cup. She didn't know what it was and asked, "What is that?"

He paused then chuckled, "I'm surprised you've never seen one. Its a form of birth control. Think of it it's a cap or rather plug for your cervix. Goes over it so nothing can pass into it. They usually just keep sperm out but this one is a bit stronger to keep more then just sperm out. We wouldn't want anything getting loose inside you.

"Oh," she said slowly, again feeling uneasy about this.

"I might do some cervix play with your later but for now, we'll keep things light."

"This is light," she said looking at the food. "I swear the things you think are light, five guys and now a buffet."

He laughed then messed up her hair. He grabbed her then lifting her up on the table. He had her sit on top of it and spread her legs with her knees up. He rested his hands on her knees and looked down at her for a second before he paused and said, "Wait, something isn't right,"

She scoffed, everything about this wasn't right but she didn't say anything.

"Your sunglasses," he said snapping his fingers.

"Right," she said with a heavy sigh, "I'll get my mask."

Before she could get off the table he put his hand up stopping her, "No I've got a better idea!

"Oh?" she said waiting on the table.

He wandered about in the kitchen until he found a paper bag. He grabbed a marker and some scissors then began messing with it for a minute or two before he brought the bag over to her and offered it to her.

"Wear this.

She took the bag and stared down at it. He'd cut small holes for eyes and had drawn a crooked smiling face on it. She looked back up at him as he took her sunglasses off, "You want me to wear a paper bag on my head and stuff me with food."

"Yep," he said excitedly. She could see the tent in his pants. He was really getting off on this.

"This is so... degrading."

"Admit it, you love shit like this! I know it! Come on," he said, "I promise you'll have fun! When don't you?"

"If...if I do this no burning me after." she said opening the bag.

"No burning after but pictures, to remember and remind you."

"Great," she said rolling her eyes. She took off her sunglasses and reluctantly put the bag on her head. She felt even sicker as she looked at herself in a mirror he had in the kitchen. She swore this dude was in love with himself what room didn't have a fucking mirror at this rate. She looked at herself exposed on a table with a bag over her fucking head. "Fuck what is my life."

"Right! Then where were we." He had her put her knees up, then spread herself open so he could place, the small-dome, birth control thingy inside her. It felt strange having him place something in her but she supposed she'd be getting used to it. Once it was placed, he walked the length of the table rubbing his hands together diabolically.

"Let's see. Let's see." He licked the top row of his teeth. What will I stuff you with first!"

"Something light," she sheepishly requested.

"Something light," he said rubbing his chin and rocking on his heels. "Hmm, since you've been such a good girl today, I think we can do that." He went up to a bunch of grapes and plucked one off the stem, "Let's start with a single grape." He walked up to her and dropped down before her. She was glad she'd been working out at the gym now because it wouldn't have been easy to hold this position otherwise. She licked her lips and again got uneasy as he stared at her. He sucked on the grape for a second then she watched him bring it close to her. He toyed with her rubbing it against her sex. He teased her clit ring then slowly rolled it to her entrance and rested it there, "Do you want a grape huh."

He nudged it a bit and she could feel how cold it was.

She nervously joked "You talking to me or my hole."
"Hole," he said. "I like it more."

"Right." she said rolling her eyes.

He extended his index finger and slowly poked the grape. It didn't take much before her pussy sucked it up. She felt it pop in and it felt so strange. It was cold going all the way up, like an ice cube maybe. Fuck." she said closing her eyes and hissing. "I got a grape in my pussy,"."

He laughed pulling his finger out. He gave her pussy a little pat then a hard whack. She cried out as her body jerked she could feel her internal muscles clench the grape, "Uhhh."

He plucked another one off and shoved it in without warning, "How many do you think will fit in this ravenous fuck hole of yours?"

"I don't know and I don't really want to find out." She nervously laughed. Her cheeks growing hot.

"Well I do," he said then pushed another in, making a 'slewp' sound as he did. He seemed to marvel at her. "You hole just sucks things right up, like a fucking vacuum cleaner or a portal to another dimension. He took another she watched it go in through a mirror that was only a few feet away. She could feel some pressure now. She had no idea how many were inside her she hadn't really paid attention.

She wiggled a bit squeezing her muscles like she could count but it was no use. She laughed thinking this was so messed up but not as much as the rocks or those five cocks. She threw her head back as he found a big fat juicy one. He put it in his mouth and sucked on it before lowering his head between her legs. He got right up to her entrance with his lips and pushed this one in with his tongue. Her eyes went wide as she felt a cold sensation followed by a warm one. He licked her for a moment and she moaned moving her hips about.

When he pulled back he wiped his mouth and smiled at her almost lovingly, "How many is that now?"

"I don't know," she said furrowing her brow

"We'll count on the way out."

"Wait? You weren't keeping track?"

"No not this time. What can I say your hole has me mesmerized." he said dipping his finger in she felt him push the grapes around. "I wonder what it feels like."

"Cold, I guess " she looked back down between her legs. "And strange..."

"I wasn't asking you," he said taking his dick out."You know I don't think I've ever fucked a pussy full of grapes before.

"No," she cried out.

"No. Are you telling me no?" he got that sly smile on his face, the one she knew meant trouble by now "Just the tip. I want to feel your grape gaping pussy."

"No, please," she pleaded, "It's too much."

"OH PLEASE, TOO MUCH!" he chuckled and brought his dick up to her. He pushed it to her entrance, nudged it in.

She could feel the hot tip and the cold grapes. She didn't think it would be a good idea to do this but she felt herself sucking him in and even jerked her hips

He chuckled then she felt all the grapes get pushed up as he pushed more.

"Don't" She called looking up at him

"Relax, considered this just pushing them up and making room for more," He laughed and she was scared he'd sink in more but he pulled it out, "See I'm good boy, unlike you I have control. I said just the tip and I did just the tip." He got more grapes, plop, plop, plop, plop. She started to feel them all pressing at her walls. She was definitely full now but he kept going until he couldn't push anymore in.

"Alright, we have a limit." he teased.

Then he positioned his camera, "Carefully now. Alright now, fuck hole nice and easy push um out one at a time if you can. Wait!"

She froze then he dashed off and got a bowel. He put it under her, adjusted his camera then nodded, "Alright push...push!"

"Seriously," she hissed looking at him and then into the camera. He was recording this.

Uh, this was so messed up, a paper bag on her head, plopping out grapes while he filmed it for who knows what. Oh well, she rolled her eyes but embraced it at this point. Someday she'd be laughing at this story. It would be a weird one that's for sure. She slowly pushed and one by one they plopped out of her until she felt empty. He counted then wiggled his finger around inside her to make sure there was no more. "Good your cap it still locked on and your empty. Now let's see little over a dozen nice they were pretty small though. Lets try a carrot next," He said excited.

Before she could say a word, he got that large carrot they'd seen and shoved it in without much warning it was cold, wet and bumpy it almost felt ribbed. She was reminded of bumpy dildo she once had.

"How is it?" He asked.

"Okay," she said, "I guess."

"Okay. You guess."he said wiggling it about. He sounded disappointed that it was just okay.

What did he honestly expect for her to go gaga over a carrot. "Hmm don't like a carrot." he mumbled to himself. He filmed it then took pictures with another camera. "Well lets see, how about the cucumbers we picked out."

"Oh boy," she said. Now she really would be able to compare a cucumber with a cock.

"Not ready? How about the banana pealed or unpealed?" He said holding up a banana.

"Obviously with the peal on, it would just be mush otherwise."

"Right, we'll save that for later." He set it aside "Lets see pasta, yeah he took a nice handful and slowly poked them up her, admittedly it felt kind of nice. She could feel each one slowly slid up into her. When he had a few dozen they took a picture. She moved her hips around and several broke and fell out. He got celery next he slid it in and took picture.

She realized this wasn't really that crazy after all. No definitely not compared to the other shit they'd done. He was just pushing shit in taking picture and pulling it out. He grabbed the corn then asked. "What next corn, cucumber or sausage?" He picked up a big plastic wrapped sausage he'd pulled out of the fridge earlier.

"Uh, they're all kind of big."

"Yeah, but I think you can take the corn and cucumber. The sausage is more to measure where we are. Now which you want the corn or cucumber."

"I...I don't know," she said blushing. He couldn't see under the bag.

"Alright why don't we do this by size then."

He put the cucumber by size then where the corn fit in with them. The first cucumber was actually really small and slid in with ease. It nearly completely disappeared inside her to where she almost couldn't see it. She'd had a few guys like that. The size didn't both her as long as they knew how to use it. Dawson however seem annoyed. He stuck it in and shook his head, "No this," he said pulling it out. "It is pathetic I bet this is your firefighter right?"

"No." she said "Corrie's is...uh different." She felt weird discussing his size, especially with Dawson.

He furrowed his brow then pulled the cucumber out. He quickly grabbed the next size up it was slightly bigger at least she felt something this time. Excitedly he asked, "How about this? This the cuck's size."

"Why are you suddenly so curious? Why not just ask how it compares to you?"

"Love" he said with a sly smile, "Nothing compares to me."

He took it out then moved on to the next size up, it went in and she felt it slide along her walls. She smiled, "Nice."

"Yeah." he said then wiggled it around. He took a picture, "This."
"No."

He did another one she could feel more weight to it and some push, "Close,"

"Close," he smiled. He pulled it out and set it somewhere special.

"Time for the corn," he grabbed it and then pushed it in. The tip went in but as it got bigger she felt it expand to the point it was a little uncomfortable. He could see she didn't enjoy it.

"Alright then last cucumber," he said taking out the corn. This last cucumber took a slight push to insert. She felt it press against her as it slid all the way up and collided with the dome pushing on her cervix. She jerked her hips liking it. He could tell and teased. "Yeah you want to fuck this cucumber don't you,"

She threw her head back but didn't say anything. When he pulled it out he drew in close admiring her. "Look at you taking everything like a champ. Got a nice gape going, good, good." She was sure he was going to do bigger things but went back back to the smaller ones. He took out some strawberries. He'd washed them again and slowly dunk them into her hole. She was a bit unfazed at this point until he fucking dipped one in and then ate it out of her

"Uhh,"

"What, he said.

"That's so nasty, dipping strawberries in me like I'm fucking chocolate."

"No way you're far more sweeter." he said. "I love the way you taste."

""Right." she said. "I just, when it comes to that I've never been into it."

"Why not, you've swallowed my seed plenty enough."

"I know but it just feels different."

"It's not, perhaps its something we'll have to work on."

"Later."she said. "What else you got."

"Ooo getting impatient." he teased.

"Very." she teased back. "As much as I love holding this position."

"I could tie you up, help you hold it better, give your muscles a break,"

"It's fine." she said not wanting him to tie her up.

He picked up some broccoli and shoved the stalk in. He took more pictures and she just laughed seeing a head of broccoli sticking out of her. For some reason it just seemed the silliest out of everything so far."

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, everything." she laughed. "This is all so weird."

"Right, he said not doing it for you. I can see you're getting distracted." He went to the fridge then returned with another cucumber he found. This one was colder then the others and thick. It felt far better then it should have been. She was still feeling a little silly but got quiet as it slid along her walls and filled her up pushing back on the dome and her cervix. She was literally full of cucumber. It was a nearly a perfect fit. "Uh…"

"What?"

"This one feels good."

"Yeah. It's a bit heavier then the others."

"Thick too"

"Feels real good?

"Yeah," she said

"Well let's leave this one in for a bit."

"Okay," she said liking the feel of it.

Fuck it just felt so nice and cool and oh so good. She couldn't help but take hold of it. She jerked her hips and began using it like a dildo. He squatted before her filming it. She got so into it that she forgot all about him and soon fell out of the position she was in as she went to town on herself. It didn't take long before a powerful orgasm rippled through her. She cried out and wasn't sure if it was the idea of fucking a cucumber or the cucumber itself that had gotten her off so hard. Either way she had liked it far better then she should have. Her body was slightly trembling and when he pulled it out there was a trail of her juices attached to it.

He laughed then went back to the fridge for more items as she got back into position. She wondered if he had anything else that could pop her off just as good. She got excited but quickly furrowed her brow when he brought over a bowl of eggs.

"Now how many eggs do think we can fit? We stretched you a bit so maybe a few?

"Uhh no, they will break?" she pointed out.

"Nah, I hard boiled them last night," he said.

Somehow this felt weirder then everything else, like up until now it was all plants and fruit. This had actually come out of an animal. Before she could say anything he put one up to her entrance. She thought there would be more resistance but she was soaking from having cum. After some gentle nudging he got it in and then another and another She didn't enjoy how these felt. She didn't really feel anything but some chill and slight pressure.

"Okay push them out"

She pushed them out but was still scared they'd break. Each one popped out and then fell into the bowl he set under her, rattling before they came to a stop. "Good, good." he grabbed another and began unshelling it "Lets' do it unshelled"

She didn't really want an unshelled egg in her twat but knew if she pointed that out he'd get mad. So instead she said. "No I want the sausage, yeah lets give that a go?" It was the first thing that popped into her mind.

"Oh, alright if you think you're ready," he said before biting into the pealed egg. He finished it off then picked up the sausage.

He put it to her entrance but she was still not ready to take such a thing. He tried to pushed the tip in but it just kept sliding out of place. One time it burst up and painfully hit her clit. She cried out but he kept trying to shove it in. Eventually he got frustrated when it wouldn't fit so he whacked her hole with it. It was a direct hit and heavy. She unexpectedly jolted before jerking her hips. It reminded her of the time he'd smacked, punched and kicked her pussy.

He'd left it bruised but she had gotten off on it. She could still recall the deep ache and hurt. For days after she'd get painful stings of pleasure. It had been fucked up but had felt so good. He raised it up again and her heart quickened with excitement. She purposely spread her legs wider and pushed her pussy up for the blow. It smacked down on her hole hard and she let out such a yelp. Her pussy pounded with pain and pulsating pleasure. Her body clenched and seized as another powerful orgasm tore threw her and her hole gushed. She pissed a little and her hips went wide bucking into the air.

He got it all on camera."Yeah you like that, you like that you sick fuck," he said rubbing her crotch as she just released so much juice. "Damn you're wet! Fuck! A few more of these and you'll be begging me for that baseball bat."

"Screw you," she hissed.

She was still reeling from cumming so fucking hard and yet in this moment, for the first time it didn't sound so bad. She shook her head, knowing how bad that was! She was beyond the threshold at this point. She'd officially lost her fucking mind! Didn't sound so bad. DIDN'T SOUND SO BAD! A BASEBALL BAT TO THE PUSSY! FUCK! She knew it wasn't good wanting to go so hard. There were times when she'd gone out on her own, cruising for a bruising. Times when she just wanted to get wrecked but she'd always had a some limit, some point she'd turn back before it was too late.

Dawson had said he was going to take her all the way and she knew now he kept his word. She had to get the fuck away from him before it was too late. She closed her eyes knowing it wasn't going to be easy, going back to the normal shit after him. He really might have ruined her with this shit but maybe given enough time she'd recover. She was starting to understand her needs better. Maybe after she got away from Dawson she'd get back into therapy and find some healthy balance between pleasure and pain. Healthy balance between pleasure and pain, did such a thing even exist?

"It's good to see your appetite is growing on every level." he said. He sounded proud. "You're not quite where I want you but this reaction is pleasing. Yes, you are coming along quiet nicely."
"Right," she hissed.

She threw her head back and rested on her elbows on the table.

"Man I can't wait to fuck you with this." he said pushing the sausage up to her entrance again. She took another closer look at it now that she was coming off her high. She hadn't really focused on how big it was but realized. "This is way too big!"

"It's not that big. I bet you've taken a few big dicks in your day."

"Not that big! And I told you it's a waste of cock."

"So," he said. "Maybe I want to waste you with some cock."

She looked at it again and ran her hand up and down it imagining anyone having a cock like this. She'd maybe had a few sizes down. She'd had that run in with that big boy after Corrie and her fought. She shouldn't have been messing with him. She vaguely recalled how he'd made her pussy ache something fierce. He'd been a right brute tossing her around like she was nothing. She'd loved it even though he'd lived in trash heap, it was some crazy fucking. She knew he could screw her brains out with the shit he was on, he was like a steam engine.

Her pussy was drooling all over the fucking table now. She was glad Dawson couldn't see the pleasure on her face. It was silly they were doing all this crazy shit here but she was still thinking about that other guy and getting all excited. Fuck maybe her hole was a glutenous bitch! That night had definitely been crazy. She had wanted to get wrecked and he'd done the job, taught her pussy good. Maybe she should have gotten his number or wrote down where he lived but nah it was probably for the best she didn't seem him again. She didn't think she'd survive a round two. When she had taken a bath later there had been some blood.

"Fuck you're drooling all over the place," said Dawson. She lifted her head pulling from her thoughts. "You having fun or got something on the mind?"

"No," she lied.

"Hmp," he looked down at her, like he didn't believe her but then stared at her sex. "Once we get you there, I'll get you a nice tunnel can't wait to see you open to the world."

"Right."

"Yeah." he said dipping his finger inside her. "Your hole will literally be out for everyone to see. I'll put shit in it, use you as a target maybe shoot shit into it like my own personal trash can."

"Fuck you!" she snapped offended, "My hole isn't a fucking trash can." Sometimes she hated how he could make her feel so great and then worthless. Some of the shit he said was seriously fucked up. Then again what wasn't fucked up about this relationship.

"Really, you sure treat it like one." he teased.

"What I do not!" she snapped.

"You stick all sorts of shit in there already."

"Hey the objects and food are you and those five guys!"

"And the what five thousand before."

"Hey you said five hundred." It was still a bullshit number but five thousand was insane.

"I was being generous." he smirked.

"Seriously! Fuck you, sometimes you're a real jerk, you know that."

"Whatever don't bitch at me for being the only honest fucker in your life. You're a fucking trash whore just admit it. You'll let whoever put whatever inside you. You're lucky I'm even giving you the time of day. I'm a busy man."

"Oh really, fuck you."

"See right there, fuck this, fuck that, you fuck everything even your words!" She wasn't sure if they were messing around anymore of actually fighting now. She found herself upset either way and knew that was the point of this but for some reason it bothered her more then usual. He ran a hand through his hair and went on "Whatever talking to you is lowering my IQ. I'm fucking hungry, lets just finish off with the banana and order out."

Order out hmp as if she wanted to stay here that long. After their little spat just now she didn't feel like sticking around much longer. She was suddenly in a fowl mood and didn't feel like doing anything with him right now but knew he wouldn't let her leave until 'he' was finished. Maybe next time she wouldn't answer his call. Maybe she'd take off with Tawnie and he could fuck right off. Yeah.

He took up a banana and once again brought it over. He pushed it into her without warning and she wasn't quite ready for him to shove it all the way up. She jerked but it wasn't that big, the feel of the stem and the curve was something else. It took her a second to decide if she liked it. Again it was strange but like the cucumber from earlier she felt full.

"You like that."

"Yeah," she reluctantly admitted anger still in her voice. "The curve is nice

"So your hole loves cucumbers and bananas. He laughed then toyed with it a bit while it was still inside her. He pulled it out then pushed it in before taking it out and opening the top. She thought he was going to bite into it like he had with the egg but instead he brought it down to her entrance. He slid the top of the banana against her hole then pushed it up and into her.

"Hey," she cried pulling back, "WHAT THE FUCK!"

"Relax," he hissed, "It's okay if things get a little messy. We'll clean you up after and use the special cream to get you all sorted out again."

He pushed it in more and she jerked. It was the strangest feeling of them all. Like cold and something else. She could feel a change in texture. It also made sounds, "Uh this is so gross. I don't like it."

He only stuck it in half way up with the peal still on. He stepped back and just looked at her for a moment, "Yeah this is gorgeous keep it like that." He took several pictures and beamed with sadistic pride, "You look so fucking indecent! Bag on your, head tits out, sucking on that banana with your cunt. I love humiliating you and degrading that glutinous fuck hole of yours almost as much as I love fucking you. You're fucking beautiful now.!"

She gave him a look but of course he couldn't see through the bag on her head. She looked down at herself and saw the banana peal sticking out of her crotch. This was the shit he thought was beautiful. It was beginning to feel so slimy

"Can you suck on it? he asked.

She pulled from her thoughts confused. What did he mean suck on it? "You want me to eat it? After it's been inside me?"

"No no," he chuckled, "Use you're kegel muscles and move the banana around.

"Why?"

"Cause I want you to."

She groaned but used her kegel muscles and the banana started moving slightly. It was so perverse, seeing it wiggle about because she was moving her muscles. It really did look like her hole was sucking on it. A wave of arousal washed over her and she realized she was getting off on this...on

her pussy sucking on a banana. She was so wet and it was so mushy. She kept sucking on it watching it move. She touched her breasts and wondering if she could cum doing this, cum off a banana.

He watched her. Noticing her excitement

"Yeah! You like that!"

"Yeah!" she admitted.

"See your hole does likes banana."

"Yeah," she said sucking away on it. She found she could go fast and slow or suck in really deep.

He laughed watching her play around with it. "You're finally doing it."

"Doing what?" she asked looking up from herself.

"Taking off the mask. No longer pretending. You're embracing your fuck hole, your letting your little masochistic heart sore."

"I guess." she said looking aback down. She went back towatching her pussy suck the banana. This was some weird as shit for - "Uhhh uhh it feels all gooie."

"Oh yes keep doing it keep squeezing." She kept squeezing as he took more pictures and video. Uh, she didn't know what she'd do if anyone other then Dawson ever came across this shit. She tried not to think about it.

"Yeah," he said proudly "It likes bananas! Keep sucking it, hold it for as long as you can then suck some more. You're just so fucking dirty, like this, dirty fucking hole sucking down bananas."

He starred masturbating as she just sat there legs spread, banana in her crotch, bag on her head. Her life at it's finest. He got close grunting over her. He moved the camera in close to her crotch for a close up shot, then pulled back and came. He jutted stings out all over her stomach, beasts and the banana. She still kept sucking away on it and then suddenly it broke off. The pealed half stayed inside her while the half that was still on the peel dropped to the floor. She was surprised it had honestly lasted that long. She burst into laughter then realized some of it was still inside.

"Shit, some of its still in there!"

"Yeah," he said looking at it." He let out a laugh and she shook her head.

"Don't laugh! It's not funny! It's still up there I need to get it out!"

"Would you relax already, whatever doesn't come out we'll clean up after."

"Still." she said reaching for it.

"No let me look," he said batting her hand away. He got in front of it but push it in more instead of taking it out.

"ASSHOLE," she shouted.

"Calm down I'll get you another." he teased.

"NO what the fuck I'm full enough."

"I'll say when you are!" he took another peeled it and pushed it in. Her pussy was a slimy mess of food, her juices and his cum. It was definitely looking messy. "You hole loves banana's so lets make it happy suck this one two."

She threw her head back but did it, telling herself they'd clean her out later.

"Good girl," he said yanking at one of her nipple rings. He lifted her tit tweaking it then let it fall. "Yeah you are-"

A buzzer suddenly went off and she paused, "What was that?"

"Lunch, I ordered us food."

"Shit when? I thought you said we WERE going to order, not that you had."

"Don't move, my little banana whore. I want to catch the face on the deliver guy."

"What! Wait! Please no!

"Yes, I'll owe you big," he said "Just hold it there and say nothing."

She couldn't believe him. It was one thing to mess around and another to- Dawson got the door and she heard him speak to the delivery guy. A moment later he led him into the kitchen. "Yeah thanks for coming in. "Here's your tip,"

She saw a guy, in a hat and uniform. He turned when he saw her and did a double take. She caught his gaze as his eyes widen and his mouth drop. He didn't look away staring at her. He was no doubt thinking what the fuck is this weird woman doing on a table with a bag on her head and banana up her puss.

Dawson brought the guy closer as he signed for the food and tipped him well. The entire time the guy just kept look at her with the craziest expression. After what felt like a lifetime but was only a few minutes at best, Dawson walked the delivery guy back out. She let out a groan, fuck this was beyond embarrassing.

He came back in "Damn. The guy didn't know what to think but his cock was pressing against his pants. You just got that body, those big fat tits and that cunt even with a banana you make men want it. I'm surprise you weren't just constantly being fucked before me. When I think of how much you've been wasting yourself with just one or two guys. It bring me to tears. I'm gonna make such good use of you."

She was no longer aroused. She felt unsettled like she was losing control again. "Right, can I take it out now, that I've been thoroughly embarrassed."

"No I want to eat with it in you."

"But what about me.."

"You're stuffed," he joked.

"Dawson! Shit!" She realized her mistake at once as he froze.

She knew...knew the rule and hadn't broken it since. "WAIT! PLEASE!" His fist was coming she put her hands up and cried. "YOU OWE ME! YOU OWE ME!"

"Right." he said slowly. "I owe you," he put his hand down and she relaxed. Once he saw she had, he sprung into action, punching her in the face so hard she fell back and sort of summer salted off the table and onto the floor. She let out a blood curdling cry yet he ignored her continuing "But some rules can't be broken. When were out and about, when were in public, I can't have you using my name. You dumb fuck hole. I'm your master get it right or I'll bash your teeth in next time."

Gwyne was so lost in her own world that she barely heard him and couldn't even comprehend what he was saying. She rolled about on the floor in pain. She felt beyond fucked up. He'd fucking punched her in the face again. She was on the floor now with a bag somehow still on her head and a yet another broken banana inside her. She was fucking disgusted with herself right now. She felt even lower then when she was coming over that toilet because… because given everything that had just happened she found herself cumming none the less.

She felt her muscles clench then jerk as she squeezed the banana tight within her. She threw her head back and bit her lip open, stifling an orgasmic moan. She was beyond ashamed of herself that she could cum... to this...like this, her wires weren't just crossed they were a mangled up mess. Some shit inside her was absolutely broken...normal people didn't react this...even masochist had to have fucking standard right? The mother fucker had punched her in the face!

She held her face touching it through the FUCKING BAG. When she pulled her hands away she could see blood. She wanted to rip the bag to pieces but didn't. She fought the urge as at this moment it was the only thing keeping Dawson from seeing how completely psycho she was. She didn't want him to know she'd cum fearing he'd take it as some sick fucking victory and permission to do this again.

He came around the table and looked at her as she laid on her back with her knees up. Without warning he stepped on her crotch with his dirty shoe getting her attention. "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME! CAN YOU HEAR ME FUCK HOLE!"

He stepped on her and she felt the banana shift. She groaned and he hissed "You hear me now you dumb bitch."

"YES," she cried out. "YES!"

"YES WHAT!

"MASTER!" she cried "I'M SORRY, MASTER!"

She felt sick calling him that but he stepped off her. However a second later he sunk to his knees and pulled himself out. She screamed not wanting him inside her right now. She struggled with him as he got on top of her. She tired to push him off and he back handed her. It was so quick and hard she felt lightheaded for a moment. He pushed himself into her with the broken banana's still inside here. She cried out once more and struggled to fight him off. He was so much bigger and stronger then her that he easily pinned her hands down and roughly fucked her on the floor.

The look, the look on his face when she managed to see it through the holes in her bag and her tear filled eyes was dark...darker then dark. He was completely gone. He terrified her as she realized he wasn't doing this for pleasure but to punish her and assert his dominance over her. She continued to struggle beneath him as he just kept pounding her into the floor. She came again and cried out utterly ashamed. She hadn't wanted to! She didn't want this! He was violating her and yet her body still betrayed her.

He didn't let up on her for a second. He kept going for who knows how long. Eventually she fell limp and just laid there until he'd finished. When he finally did cum he pulled out and sprayed his load all over her stomach and breasts. Once he pulled far enough away from her she rolled onto her stomach. He put himself away then crouched on the ground for a second. He ran his hands through his hair and acted like nothing had happened.

"I hope our food is good. I paid enough for it, decided to try something new."

She curled up on the floor for a moment crying as she felt the banana begin to fall out of her. She used her kegel muscles and pushed out most of it onto the floor. Then she put her hand between her legs and got out what she could. It was all so disgusting she felt gross and wanted to clean herself up.

"Oh, that's disgusting your hole is taking a shit on my dining room floor. Don't do that!" said Dawson watching her. "At least not until I can film it."

"Fuck you," she spat getting on her hands and knees.

"Maybe later, get up, so we can eat. If you're good you can sit on my lap." said Dawson standing up.

"FUCK YOU!" she spat even louder.

"I SAID LATER NOW GET UP!" snarled Dawson.

"NO! You can't keep punching me in the face!"

"Oh really!"

"Yeah, it's my fucking face!"

"I've told you it's useless, annoying. It has to be your worst trait."

"I don't care what you think!" she said with a cold rage. She hadn't been this mad in a long time, "It's still my fucking face and you just forced yourself on me!"

He burst into laughter stepping in front of her. He loomed over her and jest. "Forced, ain't nothing left to force. You're a revolving door, you dumb fuck! Don't get pissy with me because you messed up. Some rules just can't be broken."

She madly cackled. "REALLY CAUSE YOU SAID WE DON'T HAVE ANY RULES!"

She'd caught him trying to to twist things and had called him on it. He ran a hand through his hair clearly agitated with her. "Well it's more of a requirement then a rule, an understanding!"

"OH YEAH! WELL!" she shouted. "MY UNDERSTANDING IS I DON'T WANT YOU HITTING ME, ESPECIALLY IN THE FUCKING FACE!"

"I could punch your hole but you'd like that." He playfully teased crouching down in front of her.

"Fuck you," she said shoving him.

He lost his footing and fell back. She tried to get up and storm away but he sprung right up and grabbed her around the waist, taking them both to the floor. They struggled for several minutes. While she was beyond angry Dawson was suddenly playful. He thought it was cute when she got so worked up. As she tried to get free of him he tickled her and teased her. "Come on, stop being a bitch."

She swatted at his hands and tried to kick him as she roared "DON'T HIT ME IN THE FACE THEN!"

"Well don't say my name and I wont have to." He said dodging her kicks. He gave he boobs a good squeeze and continued to tickle her even as she swattered at him like he was a fly.

She managed to sit up for a second but he grabbed her then got serious, putting her into a choke hold. "We can do this all day, Gwyne but we both know who fucked up here. Just admit it and let's eat."

"Right," she hissed trying to pry his arm from around her neck. "I fucked up ever getting with you in the first place."

"Hey now! No need to get nasty. If you want to be nasty I can be nasty too!" he threatened furrowing his brow.

"I DON'T WANT TO BE ANYTHING WITH YOU, ANYMORE!" she yelled.

He froze up for a second as her words sunk in to him. He got this strange sense of deja vu like she had said something like this before. He let his guard down and she managed to slip from his grasp.

She wasn't sure if she'd overpowered him or if he had just let go, either way she was free. She got to her feet and scrambled out of the kitchen.

He stayed on the floor for a second or two then snapped out of it. He got angry at himself for getting distracted. He knew they were just messing around but he didn't like that she could still have such an affect on him. She was just some dumb whore. It didn't matter what she wanted it never would! He caught up to her in the bedroom and demanded, "Get your ass back in the kitchen."

"No I'm going to clean up," she yelled. Then she was gonna get the fuck out of her but she didn't tell him that.

"No, we'll eat, then clean up," he insisted. He grabbed her arm but she ripped it from his grasp.

"I'M NOT HUNGRY!" she roared

"Fine! I'll eat and you can watch!"

"Whatever." she said. She just wanting to get away from him. She went into the bathroom and wished it had a door so she could slam it shut in his face but knowing him he'd just break it down anyway. She moved about the bathroom trying to recall where things were. She found the special cream that was suppose to clean her out and restore her natural balance or whatever in a bottom cupboard. She read it over twice to make sure it was the right bottle. She shook it then tried to fill herself up but it didn't seem to want to spray anything.

Dawson leaned against the bathroom doorway glaring at her. He couldn't help but think, the dumb bitch didn't listen. He told her not to say his name and she had. He told her not to fuck with shit in his bathroom and here she was fucking around! He clenched his fists wanting to bash her face into the mirror. Yet he just stood there and continued to watch her struggle. She had no idea what she was doing. The instructions were right there on the bottle but she hadn't even bothered to read them. She probably couldn't see very well through the bag. It was her one redeeming factor right now. Even thought she had fucked up twice she was still keeping their deal. Perhaps he just needed to pay her not to say his name or touch his shit. Of course that's all whore understood cock and cash.

He closed his eyes but unclenched his fists letting the anger roll over him, "I just said-"

"AND I JUST NEED TO CLEAN UP!" she spat back ignoring him.

He pulled from the doorway and hissed. "You're really testing my patients today. I don't like it!"

"TOO BAD! I got a hair cut for you! I let you shove shit in my pussy for hours on end and the only thing I'm asking is that you not punch me in the face and LET ME CLEAN THE FUCK UP! I FEEL DISGUSTING!"

"You are disgusting," he said calmly.

"GEE THANKS," she said getting mad at the bottle. She was two seconds from throwing it across the room, when he snatched it out of her hands

"You're not doing it right."

She thought he was going to take it away and keep her from cleaning up but he turned on the shower and set it inside. He returned then unlatched her stalkings from her garter belt. He gently rolled each stalking down her leg and helped her to take them off. Then he undid her garter belt and removed her corset. Once she was naked he took her hand and led her into the shower.

Still mad she refused to look at him as he adjusted the water to come out a single hose. He sprayed her down and it felt good. The water was just right and she was admittedly a little sore. Once her entire body was wet and warm, he hosed out her hole, more banana gunk came out. When he was sure she was clean he went up inside her with his fingers and pulled out the half-dome. Then he opened the bottle a certain way and mixed the two solutions together. Once it was ready he stepped up to her, positioned it and filled her up.

She could only see through one hole in the bag that was now soaking wet and clinging to her head. She knew she should take it off but felt depressed thinking what did it matter. What did anything matter. Her anger quickly washed away and she was left feeling sullen. He took the bag off her head after a few seconds. It surprised her but he quickly turned her so that her back was to him. He washed her hair then the rest of her body. It was nice but also felt so fucked up.

Just a few minutes ago, he'd punched her in the face and forced himself on her and now he was gently washing her hair. This was not okay. All of this was not okay. She closed her eyes thinking he had some serious fucking issues but then again...so did she. Gwyne didn't know what she was doing anymore. She didn't know where she was going or even what she wanted. She let out a chuckle knowing it wasn't anything new. Her whole life, it felt like she didn't know anything.

In a moment of weakness she turned to him as he was rinsing her off and embraced him. Her head fell against his chest and she wasn't sure if he was going to reject her. There was a good chance he'd just push her away or curse her out but she took the risk. She just wanted someone to hold her right now. In her despair she forgot that he was still fully dressed. Up until now he'd managed to avoid the water. Yet as she clung to him she was getting him wet. She worried he was going to be upset.

For a moment he just stood there holding the hose as she tightly embraced him. After a few seconds he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Fuck it!"

He let the hose drop to the floor and fully embraced her. She clung to him so tightly that he couldn't resist doing the same. She was upset but so was he. This thing of theirs agitated him. One moment he had everything under control and the next it was chaos. She was beautiful then ugly. He hated her then... loved her. It wasn't a love he had known before.

He 'loved' his wife, 'loved' his kids, 'loved' his job yet none of these 'loves' came close to the love he had for Gwyne. It scared him how she could make him lose all sense of himself. He moved pressing her against the shower wall. One of her elbows hit the controls and it caused all the sprays to turn on at once. He went from being slightly wet to completely drenched. He laughed thinking this was yet another fine example of just what she did to him.

He always took such care with his things. He always carried an umbrella if he knew it was going to rain as not to get his suit wet. Yet here he was standing in the shower fully dressed, embracing this hopeless nympho, who had somehow managed to capture his true heart.

Everything in his world had a place, a box, a shelf or wall, a position it maintained and yet it felt like every which way he turned these days, there she was. She was in every box on every shelf and wall. No matter where he put her she seeped into every aspects of his life, soaking his entire being.

He let go and showered her with kisses. She responded with feverish ones of her own. They passionately made out in the shower taking his clothes off. Rather then neatly folding them he dropped the drenched garments to the shower floor. They only pulled apart long enough to wash her out. Then he turned her around and pushed her up against the shower wall. It was not to shield her face from his but to shield his from her.

Such emotions and tenderness crashed against the shores of his dark heart, like waves against a rocky shore as he thrust into her. She let out a soft moan that was music to his ears. She was pure music to his eyes, ears, nose, touch and taste. Every part of her lit up. Every part of her called out to him in such a way. No matter what he did to tarnish and diminish her, she still shone brighter then ever and he could not resist her. She...she always had such an undeniable effect on them...Them? Wait! What?

He felt like he was losing his mind as he pounded into her. The dumb bitch was making him lose his mind. He grabbed hold of her hips and though he'd make her lose hers for once. He drilled into her, his softness waning as he came to his senses. He smashed her into the shower wall and had her madly babbling and crying out in ecstasy in no time. Even after all she had done she was still so insatiable...still so all consuming. He tightly embraced her and let go in the steam filled shower releasing within her.

When they were done he turned off the shower and gathered up some towels. He wrapped hers around her head not wanting to look at her once more. Then he dried himself off and secured his towel around his waist. He went to the kitchen knowing the food would be cold now. He had wanted it hot and fresh not an hour later but the dumb bitch had distracted him yet again.

He knew there was nothing to be done about it now but still found himself annoyed. He put the food on trays then returned to the bedroom. He hadn't been gone long but saw she had already dried herself off and had put her corset and mask back on. She seemed to be looking for something now. She looked around in the bathroom then the bedroom. He glared at her annoyed but she ignored him in her search.

"What are you looking for!" he snarled as he put the trays down on the bed.

"I can't find my clothes. I'm not sure what I was wearing when you picked me up. Maybe it's in your car."

"What does it matter?" he asked.

"After we eat I should get going."
"Leaving already?" he said feeling even more annoyed.

"Already! I think I've been here for forever and a day."

And still it would not be long enough he thought then got upset with himself for having such a thought. He was getting mixed up. Yet again she infuriated him. Never had he been so indecisive.

"Eat, then I'll take you home," he said gruffly.

"Alright," she said getting onto the bed.

He joined her and showed her he'd ordered them taco salads. She'd said something about it at some point, how she liked to eat the salad and the bowl. He'd pointed out he'd never had such a thing. She said he had to try it at least once. She dug in and he doubted she remembered that little details. She had no idea just how much he listened and paid attention to her. He ate slowly while she obviously hummed to herself happily eating away. He watched her bite into the shell and she encouraged him to do the same. Yet he simply tore his up and mixed it all together, like her, it wasn't anything special.

He watched her until she was finished eating and then she went back to looking for clothes. Perhaps if she didn't find any she would have no choice but to stay here forever. Where would he even keep her. His bed? That wouldn't do if he had company. Perhaps under it. He suppose he could arrange to buy the apartment below maybe the one above-

She returned he hadn't even realized she'd left the room. She was wearing the white ruffled dress he'd gotten her to go shopping. He hadn't given it much thought picking it out but it looked good on her far too good. He'd saw all the lingering eyes that had been on her when they went out and about. He thought getting some of her hair chopped off might help not just with her mask but others who might take an interest.

Yet the moment the hairsytlist had taken her sunglasses off and he'd caught sight of her. She was far too cute. Far more then she had any right to be given the gaping hole she was. Yet those big eyes of her and the shape of her face. The way the hair puffed out around her. He almost hadn't been able to control himself. He just wanted to get her out of there and into his bed.

"Hey, Hello," she said waving at him. He realized she'd been trying to get his attention but he'd gotten lost in thought. It was not something he did often nor could he afford to. "You don't mind if I wear this home do you? I can return it if you need it back. Otherwise I'm ready to go whenever you are."

He didn't say anything he just sat on the bed glaring at her. She kept distracting him and he'd lost his train of thought. It took him a moment to recall what he'd been thinking. When he realized what nonsense he'd been going on about he grew angry with himself. Buy her an apartment below or above he truly had gone mad what if she ran into his daughter when she came to visit. Bray would never let him hear the end of-

"How much longer do you think you'll be." she asked pulling him from his thoughts yet again. The bottom of her mask was up and he could see the lower part of her face. It was acceptable and yet seeing her mouth smiling at him so happy to be leaving he got upset.

"I need to take a leak." He grumbled.

He went into the bathroom and Gwyne waited for him. She hoped he wouldn't be gone too long. Things had calmed down again and she wasn't as upset or sullen but knew she needed to get out of here. She was beginning to think she might never leave and needed a break from constant sex and the madness that was Dawson Hazely. She wandered around his place for a bit then came back into the bedroom to see if he was done in the bathroom. She heard some strange noises and realized he was throwing up.

She wasn't sure if she should bother him. She waited a second then cautiously stood in the bathroom doorway and asked, "Are you okay?"

"No," he hissed.

She watched him chuck again then flush the toilet. After a second he got up and went to the sink to clean up. She caught sight of him in the bathroom mirror and he suddenly didn't look so well. She wondered if it was the food they'd just eaten but she felt fine. Maybe a bit full but these days anything was filling after wearing her corset almost twenty-four seven.

"You need anything?" she asked as he washed his hands

"No," he said glaring at himself in the mirror then he looked at her, "Put your mask back on. I'm sick as is." He turned then puked again into the sink.

Her mask was on but her mouth was open from eating. It usually didn't bother him but she guessed now it did. You could never tell with him. Instead of arguing with him she just lowered it and waited for him in the bedroom. She heard him puke again and then again. It sounded like he was pretty sick. She debated just taking off so he wouldn't have to take her home.

It would probably take some time to get back to her place but she might be able to manage. If it was still light out. In the dark things might get complicated especially without money. Then she remembered she'd left her money in his car. The ten thousand Dawson had paid her to wear the mask. She didn't want to leave without it after everything she'd already gone through to get it.

She turned on the TV and waited for him to finish. Maybe he'd fill better after he got it all out of his system she knew that helped her but she was usually hung over when she puked like this. She wasn't sure how much time passed but eventually he staggered into the bedroom and turned off the lights.

***

He figured he had gone on long enough. It had been a long time since he'd made himself fake being sick but he wanted her to stay. He knew he could have just asked but given their recent spat he doubted she would have wanted to stay and he didn't have the energy to wrestle with her again. He could have just drugged her but eventually she was going to catch on.

"Sorry," he said making his voice sound a little shaky, "But I can't take you back, right now."

No this was the safer bet with her soft heart. She'd choose to stay and maybe even take care of him. He slid into bed next to her and felt this wave of excitement was over him. He knew he was being foolish but he could use one more good night of sleep. It was so rare for him.

"It's alright. I'll just stay another night." she said perking up. She put her hand on his forehead, "How are you feeling?"

"Sick, tired," he laid down on his stomach and she rubbed his back.

He tried to relax but it bothered him that he had gone to such lengths to keep her here. He was slipping. The last time he'd pretended to be sick he'd been a kid. He was acting like a child...had been lately.

She kissed his shoulder after a few minutes and asked, "Feeling any better?"

"No," he grumbled before adding in a few painful groans.

"Can I do anything for you?" she asked.

"No, just go to bed."

"Okay," she said laying down next to him.

He planned to only stay in bed until she had fallen asleep, then he would get up and clean the mess they'd made in the kitchen. He'd given the staff the day off and knew it wouldn't be good to leave everything for them when they returned. Yet once he was sure she'd fallen asleep he couldn't hep but snuggle up behind her and hold her tightly.

He breathed in her intoxicating scent and closed his eyes only for a moment. Yes, only for a moment. Yet a moment soon became a moment more. Then suddenly she rolled turning into him and he couldn't possibly tear himself away. Before he knew it he was falling asleep. She...love made him do such foolish...foolish things.

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