CHRIS’ POVThere was a deep contradiction in my emotions—on the surface, I played the role of dominance, strict and unyielding, yet beneath it all, I held Judy in the highest regard. Every harsh word, every act of control, was part of the unspoken trust we shared, a language only we understood. She was not merely a participant in our game; she was my Queen, the one who commanded my reverence even in submission. In treating her harshly, I was not diminishing her—I was exalting her, honouring the strength that allowed her to receive and endure. The game was built on power, but my feelings went beyond it. There was admiration, devotion, and something close to worship woven into every interaction.Every moment with Judy was precious, and I intended to savour every second of my short leave with her. My world, my desires, my very sense of belonging—all of it revolved around her. As an introvert, my energy was reserved for only those who truly mattered, and no one mattered more than Judy
JUDY’S POVAfter hours of intense passion, Chris and I were far from satisfied. Our bodies were exhausted, yet our hunger for each other remained insatiable. The connection between us sparked like electricity, pulling us deeper into an exploration that had no end in sight. However, tonight wasn’t just about what we had already experienced—it was about what was going to unfold.The arrival of new tools had caught me completely off guard. Chris had given me strict instructions not to open the boxes before he arrived, and I had obeyed without question, trusting that he had something special in store. My curiosity had been nearly unbearable, but my desire to please him had outweighed the temptation.Now, as he slowly unveiled the contents before me, my heart throbbed. The anticipation that had been simmering for days finally reached its breaking point. My pulse quickened, heat pooling deep inside me as I took in the sight of what he had planned. The mystery was finally being revealed,
JUDY’S POVGosh! What had I gotten myself into? I could never have imagined this world would be so overwhelming, so intense. It felt as though I had been shoved off a cliff into deep, uncharted waters without knowing how to swim. My instincts screamed for survival, urging me to fight against the overwhelming tide, to push through the unknown in search of solid ground. Nevertheless, the more I struggled, the more I realised that this wasn’t just about staying afloat—it was about surrendering to the current, letting it take me where it willed, even if the journey was painful.Every stroke forward felt like a battle against forces far stronger than me, a relentless pull that both tormented and tempted. Yet, deep inside, I knew that beyond the ache and exhaustion, there was something waiting for me—something transformative. Perhaps this struggle wasn’t meant to break me but to shape me, to test my limits before finally granting me the solace my soul unknowingly craved.The experiences
JUDY’S POV“Chris! At first it was fine, but now it’s torture…”“It serves you right, Judy. You’ve disobeyed and you deserve the punishment. Wasn’t what you were looking for anyway? Didn’t you ask me for this?”I did yes, but I had no idea things would take this turn.The enema tube remained inside me for what felt like an eternity, though in reality, it was only about ten minutes. Every second dragged on, stretching my endurance to its limits. A deep discomfort settled over me, making me hyper-aware of every sensation. My body tensed instinctively, fighting against the unfamiliar pressure, and I could feel my breath growing unsteady. The minutes crawled by, each one testing my patience and resilience. It wasn’t just physical—it was a mental challenge as well, a battle between endurance and the overwhelming urge to make it stop.The childhood fear of suppositories resurfaced with full force, wrapping around me like a shadow I couldn’t escape. The memories of discomfort and helpless
JUDY’S POVIt had been nearly a year since Chris had started drifting away from me. At first, I tried to reach out, leaving him messages, showing up at his door, and even waiting for him outside of classes, hoping he would talk to me. But nothing worked. Ever since his father passed away a year ago, he had grown distant, almost untouchable, burying himself in silence. He never said it outright, but I knew that grief had changed him, making him quieter, harder to reach, and leaving me on the outside, uncertain of how to help.In the past, Chris and I had always been each other's go-to for school dances. It was a tradition of ours, and even the thought of going with anyone else had seemed strange—unthinkable, almost. I would look forward to those nights where we would dress up, meet up for photos, and laugh over nothing in particular, just because we were together. However this year, as the school dance approached, I found myself hesitating. How could I ask him to be my partner when w
CHRIS’ POVThe moment Judy stepped out in that dress, she was breathtaking. The dark green dress she was wearing clung to her frame in a way that were both elegant and striking, the colour bringing out the warmth in her complexion. The fabric shimmered faintly under the light, flowing gracefully as she moved, each step confident yet unassuming. The neckline highlighted the gentle curve of her collarbone, while the dress’ tailored fit accentuated her silhouette without being ostentatious.For a moment, I couldn't help but take in the sight of her. The way the dress complemented her natural beauty felt almost unfair, like she had stepped out of a painting. Then I caught myself staring and quickly masked my thoughts, straightening up as if nothing had phased me.A pang hit me, deep and sharp, an ache that felt so familiar it was almost comforting. It was as though every memory I had locked away had cracked open, flooding me with a wave of something I could not quite name—longing, regret
JUDY’S POV“Look what you made me do, Judy…”I stood there in my room, feeling utterly humiliated, my heart heavy with emotions I could not quite place. The tears burned at the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I was so angry, and yet there was a deep ache in my chest I could not ignore. My hands trembled as I clutched my thighs, trying desperately to keep myself together. How had everything gotten so messed up?“Chris…”I called out trying to turn, but he restrained my movement. He held me by the nape of the neck and pushed me gently against the wall. At least, he did not shove me into the wall hurting my face. The warm concrete against his cold demeanour made my stomach churn. “You want to look at me, Judy?” I stayed quiet.“Answer me!”“Y-yes.”I had no idea why I said that but I regretted instantly.Now, as I stood in front of him, I felt like I was looking at a stranger. His cold eyes pierced through me, filled with a level of disdain I had not seen before. His
JUDY’S POVI had not slept well at all since last night. The events that had unfolded were still replaying in my mind, keeping me restless and uneasy. My body ached for rest, but the weight of the day pulled me out of bed. I did not feel like getting up, especially not for school, but I knew I had no choice. Today was not just another ordinary day—it was crucial because of the rehearsal with my group.Singing had been a passion of mine for as long as I could remember. From a young age, I was drawn to music, and my love for it led me to enrol in singing classes. It did not take long for my teacher to notice my vocal ability, and she made sure I was integrated into the group. I was the lead singer, and together, our group had gone on to win several competitions. It was something I was incredibly proud of, and it had become a significant part of my life.Today’s rehearsal was important for more than just the usual practice. With everything that had happened recently, I needed the distra
JUDY’S POV“Chris! At first it was fine, but now it’s torture…”“It serves you right, Judy. You’ve disobeyed and you deserve the punishment. Wasn’t what you were looking for anyway? Didn’t you ask me for this?”I did yes, but I had no idea things would take this turn.The enema tube remained inside me for what felt like an eternity, though in reality, it was only about ten minutes. Every second dragged on, stretching my endurance to its limits. A deep discomfort settled over me, making me hyper-aware of every sensation. My body tensed instinctively, fighting against the unfamiliar pressure, and I could feel my breath growing unsteady. The minutes crawled by, each one testing my patience and resilience. It wasn’t just physical—it was a mental challenge as well, a battle between endurance and the overwhelming urge to make it stop.The childhood fear of suppositories resurfaced with full force, wrapping around me like a shadow I couldn’t escape. The memories of discomfort and helpless
JUDY’S POVGosh! What had I gotten myself into? I could never have imagined this world would be so overwhelming, so intense. It felt as though I had been shoved off a cliff into deep, uncharted waters without knowing how to swim. My instincts screamed for survival, urging me to fight against the overwhelming tide, to push through the unknown in search of solid ground. Nevertheless, the more I struggled, the more I realised that this wasn’t just about staying afloat—it was about surrendering to the current, letting it take me where it willed, even if the journey was painful.Every stroke forward felt like a battle against forces far stronger than me, a relentless pull that both tormented and tempted. Yet, deep inside, I knew that beyond the ache and exhaustion, there was something waiting for me—something transformative. Perhaps this struggle wasn’t meant to break me but to shape me, to test my limits before finally granting me the solace my soul unknowingly craved.The experiences
JUDY’S POVAfter hours of intense passion, Chris and I were far from satisfied. Our bodies were exhausted, yet our hunger for each other remained insatiable. The connection between us sparked like electricity, pulling us deeper into an exploration that had no end in sight. However, tonight wasn’t just about what we had already experienced—it was about what was going to unfold.The arrival of new tools had caught me completely off guard. Chris had given me strict instructions not to open the boxes before he arrived, and I had obeyed without question, trusting that he had something special in store. My curiosity had been nearly unbearable, but my desire to please him had outweighed the temptation.Now, as he slowly unveiled the contents before me, my heart throbbed. The anticipation that had been simmering for days finally reached its breaking point. My pulse quickened, heat pooling deep inside me as I took in the sight of what he had planned. The mystery was finally being revealed,
CHRIS’ POVThere was a deep contradiction in my emotions—on the surface, I played the role of dominance, strict and unyielding, yet beneath it all, I held Judy in the highest regard. Every harsh word, every act of control, was part of the unspoken trust we shared, a language only we understood. She was not merely a participant in our game; she was my Queen, the one who commanded my reverence even in submission. In treating her harshly, I was not diminishing her—I was exalting her, honouring the strength that allowed her to receive and endure. The game was built on power, but my feelings went beyond it. There was admiration, devotion, and something close to worship woven into every interaction.Every moment with Judy was precious, and I intended to savour every second of my short leave with her. My world, my desires, my very sense of belonging—all of it revolved around her. As an introvert, my energy was reserved for only those who truly mattered, and no one mattered more than Judy
JUDY’S POVAfterwards, with the warmth of the moment still lingering between us, hunger slowly began to take over. Our bodies were exhausted but in desperate need of nourishment. With a shared glance and a quiet chuckle, we pulled ourselves out of bed and made our way to the kitchen, the cool morning air brushing against our skin as we moved.Fortunately, my parents had left for a trip, which spared us from any awkward encounters or explanations. The house felt unusually quiet, the usual background noise of my family missing, leaving just the soft sound of our footsteps against the wooden floor. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief—this was a rare moment of complete privacy, where we didn’t have to worry about interruptions.As I stepped into the kitchen, I instinctively reached for the ingredients to make breakfast. The familiar routine of cooking helped ground me after the intensity of the night before. The scent of fresh coffee filled the air as I moved around the space, cra
JUDY’S POV“Punish me!” I exclaimed.“Your punishment is you won’t be allowed to cum.”“Mmm… Sounds impossible.”“You naughty kitten!”Chris kept on hitting me deep inside while I twist my hips to the rythmn of his moves. He tap my butt.“Judy! Stay put! You’ll make me cum too early and I don’t want that. I want to enjoy your pussy,” Chris scolded me.The more he scolded, the more I was turned on. Since I was already so wet, the sound of him fucking me was driving me nuts. He was also enjoying fucking me.“Judy! Don’t!” Chris protested while I still broke his rules.Ultimately, I cummed on his dick and he came right after. Still, I wanted more and I kept begging, but this time, Chris was more strict on his punishment.“Since you weren’t allowed to cum, you broke the rule, now you earn a punishment.”“No, I want more of your dick!”“You can’t have it any more.”“Alright, I’ll fuck myself then.”As soon as I parted my legs to finger myself, Chris stopped me.“Kitten… You have been break
JUDY’S POVFortunately, nobody was home. Chris carried me to the sofa in the living room, lay me on my tummy and gently spanked my buttocks.“My kitten needs a lot of punishment,” Chris said.“Meow,” I mumbled.He positioned himself behind me and made me go on my knees on the sofa.“What a great view Judy. I’ve missed you ass.”“Mmm… Chris…”As soon as he heard me moan, he moved his mouth closer to my opening. At first he sniffed, as if inhaling my scent which I was sure he had missed.“You smell awesome, kitten.”In a trice, he licked the opening gently and my heart throbbed. It felt so good and it had been way too long that I could feel the wetness building up. Within a few minutes, I cummed but Chris kept lapping on my juices.The more he lapped, the more I cummed. I believed that was why he had kept me so hungry all these weeks and he was right; the time we would be together I would taste the elixir. Indeed!All of a sudden, I felt him penetrating deeply inside and started poundin
JUDY’S POV“I am happy,” I said again, slowly and clearly. “With you.”He let out a breath, some of the tension finally melting from his shoulders. “You mean that?”I nodded. “Completely.”Chris stared at me for a long moment before giving me a small, almost relieved smile. “You always know how to say the right things, don’t you?”I grinned.“Because I know you, Chris. And I know what we have is real.”His eyes softened. “Yeah… Yeah, it is.”For the first time since the call started, I saw the weight lifting off his shoulders. I knew, without a doubt, that no matter what doubts crept into his mind, I would always be there to chase them away.The past week had been frustrating beyond words. Chris had been sending me packages, but he forbade me from opening them. Every time I asked about them, he would simply say, “Not yet.” His teasing only grew worse during our video calls—he would guide me, push me to the edge, only to stop, leaving me aching and unsatisfied.At first, I thought
CHRIS’ POVAfter ending the video call with Thane, I felt like I was drowning in my own thoughts. My mind was a storm of emotions—guilt, uncertainty, frustration. I couldn't shake the thought that maybe I had unknowingly shaped Judy’s desires, that she wasn’t with me out of love but because of some unresolved trauma. The weight of that realisation sat heavy on my chest.I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t go back to the training centre either. I needed an outlet, something to channel this frustration into before it consumed me.So, I went to the gym.The moment I walked in, the familiar scent of sweat and metal filled my lungs. The rhythmic pounding of weights, the faint sound of grunts and exertion, the steady beat of a playlist blasting through the speakers—it was grounding. Without hesitation, I changed into my workout gear and headed straight to the punching bag.I wrapped my hands, flexing my fingers as I took a deep breath. Then, I started throwing punches. Hard. Fast. One after th