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All I can do is feel, and what I feel now is the heavy aching sensation that has enveloped htened sensitivity of my nipples, and the sticky moisture that has made my inner folds thick and swollen

All of this only says one thing—-

Beg

And so I hear myself choke out, "Please"

My gaze meets my captor's

"Please suck my tits"

Triulitters in his eyes

"Good girl"

And then he was giving me what I wanted

What I had begged for

His hand gripping my swollen flesh hard as his mouth sed my nipple whole

I cried out, and it made him suckle on my nipple harder

My breast is so small I think he must have half of it in his ht ever get to being devoured

My breast is inside my kidnapper's mouth

My nipple is being sucked and licked by my kidnapper

These are the things I have always fantasized about but never dared to pray for

Things that are now happening

And oh God, forgive me, but I love it

Even though I know it's wrong—-

Even though I know that s ht even be Stockholm syndrome already hard at work—-

I aer deny the truth

My kidnapper squeezing s me pleasure—-

So, so much please, oh God—-

That when he suddenly lifts his head, and I a need to have more—-

His gaze locks with mine, and it's then I know

The restraints were never there to lock me into place

The restraints were there so that when the right time comes, and it has come because that time is now, Mr Sinister will be able to drive his point home, and I will be powerless to hide from the truth