Remy Hudson

Remy listened, her eyes not meeting the blonde’s as she spoke. Everything she was saying made her feel even worse, even if she didn’t know how to vocalize it, or even what /it/ was. “....I’ve never safeworded before, Miss.” She whispered, picking at the side of her nail, pulling at the skin. “it’s...I’m sorry.” Of course she didn’t trust her. Who would? She was never really honest with anyone, not entirely. “Should I go? You can tell me ta leave, it’s fine.” Remy spoke, still not meeting the blonde’s eyes for fear of seeing the disappointment in them.

Remy did as she was told, allowing the toys and the implements to be taken from her and following the blonde to the couch. She sat for a minute before she shook her head softly, letting out a small sigh. “I’m not good at talking. Especially when it’s gotta do with what’s goin on inside my head. Makes me feel weak, vulnerable or like, outta control or whatever. And I know it wasn’t your intention, like, not at all, it’s just where I went, I guess. I felt really freaking small and insignificant or whatever. God, that sounds so pathetic when I say it out loud” 

Remy tried to figure it out, wracking her brain. “No, I ain’t trying to avoid anything. I’m...I don’t know, MIss.” Frustrated at this point not knowing how to describe the feeling. “Fuck...sorry. I’m...I feel plastic? Not, plastic, that’s stupid. I feel like I’m just a thing. That’s it. Nothing but a thing.” She shrugged, balling her fists as the frustration grew with her inability to vocalize how she felt.

Remy’s eyes didn’t meet the blonde’s still, not sure what Frankie wanted her to say at this point. She was literally doing exactly as she wanted her to do. She did exactly what she wanted her to do while she was gone, too. What more did she want. “I...” She tried but stopped, shaking her head. “...I don’t know. I feel like cloudy or fuzzy or whatever.”

Remy’s eyes remained shut until she was abruptly stopped from bouncing on the silicone member. “Hm? Fine, just doing what you want, Miss.” She said, eyes glazed over as she looked through the blonde. Remy’s head felt cloudy, or maybe underwater? She wasn’t quite sure. 

Remy kept her eyes closed, feeling the toy stretch her until she bottomed out before starting to bounce because she knew that’s what Frankie wanted, or at least thought she wanted from her. The touch to her breasts had her body reacting, the heat in her belly increasing but her eyes remained closed as she bounced, her hands on either side of the blonde’s hips.

Remy continued to suck on the cock, hating herself as she watched in the mirror. She hated the way she looked, hated that she was naked, on her knees, sucking on a silicone dildo in front of a mirror. It disgusted her, the sight of herself. By the time Frankie got back she was deep in a feeling she wasn’t quite in tune with. Her head was cloudy, spinning almost but she was happy to not have to look at herself anymore. Remy did as she was told, moving toward the couch and gently easing herself onto the cock. It stretched her even though she had been dripping wet prior. Remy closed her eyes, starting off with a slow rhythm as she did as she was told, riding the silicone strap on, thinking to herself, this is what she was good for.

Remy nodded a moment but quickly stopped, not liking the words now coming from the blonde’s mouth. She knew it wasn’t all about her but it was hard to hear that she might not get what she wanted. Obviously she wasn’t a brat, well, at least she tried not to be, but there were just some things she needed. “Yes, Miss.” She nodded, biting her lip to keep her cool, the touch to her face comforting. Once Frankie left she set to work doing the things that she’d asked, hating cleaning and sanitizing, but she did it as best she could, her brain cloudy as intrusive thoughts about being a made and basically a slave swirled. If she were to be claimed, is this how things would go? Would she literally be cleaning and sanitizing and having to ask for everything she wanted and needed and possibly not get it? Her thoughts continued in this spiral all while she continued getting more and more frustrated as she went. Once she was finished she set to working herself up, the beads moving inside her all while she worked, feeding her frustrating. Remy looked at herself in the mirror as she worked the dildo, growing disgusted by the sight of herself even if her body was betraying her by getting aroused.

Listening to Frankie she didn’t understand why your brain would go somewhere dark while just leaning and fucking yourself but she didn’t ask, shrugging it off as she thought about all the things she had to do. Not realizing her brain was fluctuating between some of the very things Frankie was talking about. “Alright, got it. I think I’ll be just fine, Miss.” She nodded. “Can we do something different when you get back though? Like, maybe instead a the belt or whatever, this time we play with like, knives?” She asked, still kneeling in front of the blonde.

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