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JUDY’S POVChris' confession had stirred emotions in me that I wasn’t prepared to face, especially amid the chaos surrounding us. After everything we had endured, standing side by side to uncover the truth and confront the dangers lurking behind Katarina and Bertrand’s actions, I thought clarity would come easily. But life, as it turned out, wasn’t that simple.Katarina’s arrest should have brought closure, but instead, it unravelled a deeper, more sinister layer of complications. Whispers of powerful allies pulling strings to secure her acquittal reached us, adding another dimension of tension to an already fraught situation. It was as though the storm we had weathered was only the prelude to something larger.Chris, ever steadfast, took my hand one evening as we discussed the developments. “I’ll take care of this,” he said, his voice calm yet resolute. “Whoever is behind this won’t succeed. I promise you.”I wanted to believe him, to draw strength from his determination. His abil
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JUDY’S POVThe house was quiet, save for the faint ticking of the wall clock in the living room. I sat on the edge of my bed, still replaying the events of the day in my mind. Each moment felt like a wave, crashing against the fragile walls I had built around myself. The memories wouldn’t stop—the accusations, the fears, and the guilt all weaving into a complex tapestry of confusion. And at the center of it all was Chris.It was late when my mother knocked softly on my bedroom door. “Can I come in, sweetheart?” she asked.I nodded, though I wasn’t sure if I was ready for whatever conversation she wanted to have. She stepped inside, her face lined with concern, her usually steady demeanour softened by worry.“You’ve been quiet,” she observed, sitting beside me. Her hands folded in her lap, a habit of hers when she was preparing for a serious talk. “Something has been bothering you, hasn’t it?”I hesitated, unsure of how to begin. But as she waited patiently, the words started tumb
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JUDY’S POVThe soft chime of my phone startled me from my daydreams. I picked it up, my heart skipping a beat when I saw Chris’ name on the screen. His text was simple but unexpected: “Want to watch a movie tonight? Let me pick you up at seven.”I stared at the message for a moment, my emotions a tangled mess. Things between Chris and me had been complicated, to say the least. There was history—good and bad—and a fragile truce that we were trying to navigate. But this message felt like something more. It wasn’t just an invitation to a movie; it was a chance to confront the growing tension between us, a moment to decide whether we could move forward or stay stuck in limbo.With a deep breath, I typed back a quick response: “Sure, see you then.”The hours leading up to seven felt endless. As I got ready, I found myself overanalysing every little detail—what to wear, how to style my hair, whether or not to wear the bracelet Chris had given me years ago, when he was sane. My reflection
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JUDY’S POVThe thoughts about Chris lingered in my mind long after our date. His suggestion to be a "normal couple" stirred something within me—a cautious hope that we could rebuild what had been broken. I wanted to believe him, to believe in us, but doubt remained, casting a shadow over my decision. The sadomasochistic agreement, a cryptic part of Chris’ life, weighed heavily on my mind. It represented more than just a document; it was a symbol of the unknown between us, a barrier that kept me from fully understanding him.As the days went by, it became increasingly clear that our relationship was missing the excitement and connection I had once envisioned. The initial warmth we shared seemed to fade, replaced by a growing sense of distance that neither of us dared to address directly. Every conversation felt weighed down, as if we were carefully choosing our words to avoid stepping into the minefield of unspoken worries that loomed between us. It wasn’t just me feeling this way—Ch
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CHRIS’ POVThe room was silent, but the tension was deafening. Judy stood across from me, her posture rigid, her jaw clenched tight as though holding back words she was afraid to say—or maybe afraid to hear herself admit. Her gaze darted around the room, as if searching for an escape route, but her feet stayed rooted in place. She was battling something within herself, and I could see it.I knew I was pushing her boundaries, but this wasn’t about power or dominance; it was about trust. It was about breaking through the layers of fear and self-denial she had wrapped herself in. I wasn’t here to shatter her but to show her the truth she’d been avoiding.I said, my voice low and steady, “Kneel.”Her eyes snapped up to meet mine, wide with shock and defiance. “No,” she said sharply, her voice a mix of anger and incredulity.I wasn’t surprised by her resistance. In fact, I expected it. She had always been fiercely independent, unwilling to cede control to anyone, even herself. When she
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JUDY’S POVWhen I stepped into Chris’ new place, I felt an uneasy tension ripple through me. The dim lighting and minimalist décor were a stark contrast to the vibrant, chaotic life we had shared before. The silence was unnerving, almost as though the walls themselves were holding their breath. It wasn’t just the place that unsettled me—it was the foreboding sense that something pivotal was about to unfold.When my eyes landed on the meticulously arranged sex objects in the room, my breath hitched. The space was unlike anything I had ever seen. It was intimate yet clinical, like a stage carefully designed for an unspoken play. Each detail seemed calculated to provoke, challenge, and reveal.“Welcome,” Chris said, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of something deeper. “We’re supposed to be a normal couple, Chris.” I repeated, but quite faintly.He ignored my plea. When Chris removed his T-shirt and grabbed another black, this sexy look which was both foreboding as well as
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JUDY’S POV“I swear, I’ll make it up to you and I know it’ll take time…”Just when I thought that Chris would continue, that was the time when he decided to change the atmosphere in the room. I looked up to him and said nothing. Then, to my amazement, he gives me his hand to help me get up. “Come, I’ll guide you through the props.”Chris proved to be an exceptional guide, walking me through the intricacies of every detail with a clear and engaging explanation. His knowledge seemed boundless as she dived into the specifics of dungeons, dungeon masters, and the intricately designed scene rooms, each carefully curated with a unique array of props tailored to enhance the ambiance of its theme. Throughout the visit, his gaze rarely left me, his attention more focused on my reactions than on the explanations themselves. We passed through a variety of rooms, each with its own distinct purpose and aesthetic, until we arrived at one that caught my attention. Chris paused here, his tone s
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JUDY’S POVThe silk ropes brushed against my skin, their softness betraying the firm grip they had on my wrists and ankles. My breathing quickened as Chris tied the final knot, his movements deliberate and steady. I had agreed to this, albeit hesitantly, as part of my attempt to understand the pull Chris had over me and, perhaps, over myself. However now, as I lay bound and blindfolded, I could feel every nerve in my body coming alive in ways I hadn’t anticipated.The blindfold darkened my world, plunging me into an unfamiliar void. Without sight, every sound seemed louder, every touch magnified. I could hear Chris moving around the room—his footsteps, the subtle rustle of fabric, the soft creak of furniture. My heart pounded against my ribcage, torn between curiosity and apprehension."Are you okay?" Chris’ voice came from somewhere close, deep and reassuring.I nodded, my words failing me. The silk around my wrists wasn’t painful, but it held me firmly in place, leaving me both vul
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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
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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
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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
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CHRIS’ POVThat evening, I made a point of calling Judy before bedtime in the United States, as I had promised earlier in the day, while I was in the washroom of our campus. Her familiar face lit up the screen, her shy smile warming my heart. She looked tired but content, her hair messy and her cheeks faintly pink.“Hey, kitten,” I said, my voice soft.“Hey,” she replied, her voice light but carrying a hint of sleepiness. “I missed you.”“I missed you too,” I said, the words laced with genuine emotion. “How was your day?”We chatted for a while, her voice gradually growing softer as the conversation drifted. I couldn’t resist teasing her slightly, guiding her thoughts towards something more intimate.“You look so cute right now,” I said, my tone dropping. “I bet you’d look even cuter if you listened to me.”Judy’s cheeks flushed a deep red, but she nodded hesitantly. “What do you want me to do?”“Relax,” I said, my voice calming but firm. “Lie back.”What followed was a slow, careful
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JUDY’S POVWhen Chris finally landed, my phone buzzed with a video call. Seeing his name on the screen brought a wave of relief and irritation in equal measure. I accepted the call, and there he was, his familiar face slightly pixelated but still so very Chris.“Hey, Judy,” he said with that boyish smile that always managed to weaken my resolve.“Hey,” I replied, my tone sharper than I intended. “Why didn’t you call as soon as you landed? I was worried!”Chris blinked, clearly taken aback. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just trying to get my baggage and—”“Chris, you know how much I hate waiting like that,” I interrupted, my voice cracking slightly. “You could have just texted me, even something short. Do you not care about how I feel?”The moment the words left my mouth, I felt guilt taking over me. It wasn’t fair to lash out, but the hours of waiting, combined with the sadness of him leaving, had been overwhelming.“Judy, of course I care,” he said, his tone soft, hi
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JUDY’S POVEnough of reminiscing about last night. I was time I finished showering.The morning was bittersweet. The sun cast a soft glow across the room, but my heart felt heavy knowing this would be the last morning Chris and I would share for a while. Once I was back from the bathroom, I found Chris already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at his half-packed luggage. His usually confident expression was replaced by something softer, more like unguarded.“I guess this is it,” he murmured, glancing over at me with a small, rueful smile.I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Let me help you finish packing,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.Together, we folded clothes and organised his stuffs in the suitcase. The small, everyday act felt like a grounding ritual, a way to hold onto normalcy even as the weight of the impending goodbye loomed over us. I carefully placed one of his favourite hoodies on top of the pile.“Take this,” I said, smoothing the fabric
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JUDY’S POVLast night was one of the best since it was the last moment Chris and I would spend together before he would leave for Italy. Although I was exhausted from the lovemaking, my mind refused to rest. It wandered back to earlier that evening when Chris had handed me a neatly wrapped box, a mischievous twinkle in his mesmerizing blue eyes. I had no idea what to expect, but the moment I tore through the wrapping paper and saw the contents inside, my breath hitched.“Wow! A kitten set!” I exclaimed, my voice a mixture of surprise and excitement.Inside the box was everything for a pet play costume—a pair of fluffy black-and-pink cat ears, a matching tail butt plug, and a sleek leather collar adorned with a small silver bell. It was bold and playful, and I couldn’t help but smile at how well Chris seemed to know me.“I thought you might like it,” he said, his tone teasing but affectionate. “You’ve mentioned this kind of thing before, and I figured… why not make the fantasy a reali
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JUDY’S POVThe start of school was approaching, and Chris had accepted his mother’s arrangement to study abroad. It was a fantastic opportunity for him, but the reality of it weighed heavily on my heart. “Oh, Judy, I’m going to miss you so badly, but what can I do?”“I can totally understand, Chris. It’s for your future, Chris.”The thought of not seeing him for such a long time was unbearable. We had shared so much, and now, with this looming distance, it felt like everything was slipping through my fingers.I wanted to be supportive—I knew this was important for Chris—but it was still heartbreaking. Knowing that our time together was limited made every moment feel precious. We had to make the most of it, and I was determined to savour every second.That morning, Chris had gone out for some work. I tried to distract myself by spending time with my family, but even as I laughed and talked with them, my mind kept drifting back to him. “So, Chris is going for further studies?” My mom
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CHRIS’ POVWhen we had gone downstairs for breakfast, George and Jane were there. While Jane was very welcoming and happy, George was sulking. “Good morning, you two! I made pancakes, and there’s fresh coffee on the counter,” Jane said, her voice as inviting as ever.George sat rigidly, hunched over his newspaper, with the faintest furrow of disapproval etched into his brow. He didn’t so much as glance at me, his focus fixed on his paper as though it held the secrets to the universe.I couldn’t help but wonder if their demeanor had anything to do with last night. While I didn’t recall being particularly loud, Judy’s uninhibited moaning might have carried through the walls. A part of me cringed at the thought, but another part dismissed it just as quickly. If anything, they should be glad that I was keeping Judy happy! I saw how Judy tensed up when she noticed her father ignoring me, whereas Jane was doing her utmost best to ease the tension that had suddenly invaded the whole place
