Allie floated in the tube. She was wearing a latex catsuit, and a breathing mask. Something, like always, was stuffed in her cunt. She couldn’t hear anything, not even the splash of water: the tank was full, and dark. How long had she been down here? Why was the Society doing this to her?
It had been her idea to join the Society. While her husband had been on a long business trip, Allie had answered a personals ad. That had led her downtown, where she’d med Mistress Marie. They had had fun together, for a few days, and Allie had told her all her secrets. A week later, Mistress Marie and a male dominant showed up at their house.
Darren had been home.
They’d argued. Mistress Marie had bound and fucked him. The Master had fucked her ass in front of her husband. They’d signed the documents, and become members of the Society. Slaves.
She wondered if Darren regretted it.
It was so quiet.
She drifted off to sleep.
She woke up inside the tank. Where was she? What was going on? Why was she here? There was a buzzing in her cunt, the only thing she could feel. She moved, but couldn’t even tell she was moving. She was just floating. The buzzing stopped.
It was so dark. Or was it? Lights flashed in front of her eyes, she saw strange vision, heard strange sounds. None of it made any sense.
The buzzing started again. What was that?
She came. What an odd sensation.
Where was she, again?
A man lay next to her, being fucked by a leather-clad woman. “So it has come to this,” he said. He came inside the leather-clad woman. She wasn’t sure if she cared. Who was he?
What was his name again?
The buzzing began, this time twice as much, she rolled around, the only feeling she had was gravity, but even that was blurred, strange, as she floated.
For that matter, what was her name?
The buzzing intensified, and she came again.