Kate's cell phone vibrates on the waist-high drawer before her. On the caller-display of her iPhone, the number of her boyfriend Max appears, but she does not answer. She couldn't, even if she wanted to. For one thing, she has her panties stuffed in her mouth. Her arms are also tied down in a Velcro arm strap, to which a leash is attached, with the other end secured to the handle of the drawer upon which the phone is resting.

She's restrained, with her face directly over the phone, so she can't pick it up. On the inside, she is crying. A part of her wants to pick up the phone and tell Max that she misses him, and that she will be back home to spend the holidays with him. But as she looks at herself in the mirror on top of the chest of drawers, she knows that part of herself is slowly dying, and that she is now being taken over, as Jonathan Haidt* would put it, by her elephant.

She and Max had not spoken much of late, and he had recently been sensing some distance between them. Things were growing particularly difficult for Max. Kate had moved from the small town where Max still lived, to the big city, for almost nine months now. She'd been becoming more and more disengaged in their relationship.

The woman in the mirror looks nothing like how Max remembered her, only a few months ago. The long, wavy blonde hair, red-colored lips, and black leather choker necklace were a new look for her, along with her red, cupless bra, and red garter belt, attached to the black, sheer stockings, and black ankle-high heels. But the sexiest new thing she is wearing is her facial expression. The occasional backward-rolling eyes, wide-opened moaning mouth, and the lewd, lust-filled, fuck-face expression.

She is leaned halfway over the drawer, looking straight into the mirror, as she is being pounded from behind. Her orgasm is building up. The phone stopped ringing, and the only sound in the room now, is her muffled voice, screaming, with the panties still in her mouth: "yes, yes, yes." She looks, sounds, tastes, and smells, like a fuck-toy - her new master’s fuck toy.

Nine months prior...

"Will you miss me?" Kate asked Max. Kate had recently received the letter of acceptance for the college program she had been hoping to get in to, 'Infographic Design.' It's a very intensive two-year program, and the college is in a big city, two hours away from her home town. For the next two years, not only will she be very busy, she will be far away from her family, and the love of her life, Max.

As she looked into his eyes, Max hugged her, and answered "Of course I will, silly.

I love you. I will always love you." They were both sitting down on the floor beside the couch in the living room, dimly lit by the television. Kate's parents had already retired to their room upstairs. Kate and Max started kissing and fondling each other. Then, Max asked that dreaded question again: “Do you think you can give me an oral?"

Not long after Kate lost her virginity to Max, he had been asking for oral sex, and every time, Kate refused. She found the idea quite repugnant, for many reasons. She kept telling both Max and herself how she loathed the idea, as it puts the woman in a submissive position. But deep down inside, she knew that the only reason why she continuously refused, was simply because it didn’t appeal to her. Max was somewhat overweight, had a big, hairy belly, and had just way too much hair down there. She didn’t want to have hair in her mouth, and there was also the fact that Kate just wasn’t all that comfortable with sex.

Kate lived in a small town all her life, and her values were quite conservative, more so than most of her peers at her age. She was quite a boring person, actually, and it showed. She had volume-less, long, blonde hair, and wore rectangular, red-frame glasses. She wore a similar outfit every day, either a long or short pull-over, knee-length black skirt with tights, or black, thick pantyhose under it. If she had a Tichel, you would think that she was a married, orthodox Jewish woman. She had sex appeal though. For one thing, she had a very beautiful face, with big blue eyes. She also had c-cup breasts on an athletic-built body.

Disappointed that he would probably not get what he wanted, Max gave up asking. They tried to clear their schedule as much as possible, and spent the remaining summer days together. They went out a lot, took walks, talked, hugged, and watched movies. And whenever either one of their homes was empty, they would make love. And then, the day finally came when she had to board the bus and leave for the big city, to start her dream program.

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This is my first time writing fiction. This was only possible with the help of BethanyFrasier. Thank you Bethany very much for reviewing and editing the story. I Will try to make it a regular thing depending on the feedback.

*Author of the Righteous Mind: pretty good read if you like social psychology.