The first thing that JD did after the zoom call was to tie my hands behind my back. After that he took off his black suit, which had apparently bothered him a lot. I could sympathize: the latex top was uncomfortably tight around my bruised neck, breasts and wrists.

I was reassured to see that he was undressing. It meant that he hadn't seen that I'd used the universal "I need help" hand sign during the zoom call. The woman who married us was surely trained to recognize it. And she was now calling the police, and giving them JD's address, which had to be disclosed as part of the marriage process. And they were about to send a SWAT team here. With some luck, I'd be free before he could "consummate our marriage".

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Except that I didn't use the universal "I need help" sign during the zoom call. Instead, I did my best to get into the role of this kinky girl who was marrying her strict mature Master to finally be able to suck his hot Christian no-sex-before-marriage cock.

Why? If you are asking why, then you've probably never been in a situation like mine. There were several main reasons, and they were all fears.

First of all, obviously, the fear of JD. The fear of what would happen if he noticed. This one needs no further explaining at this point, I think. You know what he is capable of.

Then there was the fear of disappointment. What if I make the sign, but the woman doesn't see it or know it. Then I have this burning hope in me that the SWAT team is coming. And I have this strong resentment for JD in the meanwhile. A strong desire for retribution. But the SWAT team never comes. I am still his toy. But I am this angry, disappointed, still a tiny little bit hopeful, very resentful toy, desperately hating every second of being a toy.

And lastly, there was the fear of success. What if I regain my freedom? Would I live with my mother? That ship had sailed, one way or another. Get a job and nice roommates and become a well-balanced human? HA! Find a good man and get married (again)? HAHA! Get back to alcohol? I'd not be able to, I hated alcohol so much at this point. Sleeping around? And get reminded of how somebody modified my pussy to their taste, every single time I try to connect with a man? I wouldn't be able to use my old coping mechanisms. But I wouldn't be able to rebuild my life either, as I'd be much more broken than before.

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But at the same time, did I hate myself for not using the "I need help" hand sign? Oh yes. Intensely, every second. Repeating to myself how easily I could have done it. I could have pretended to wave in the beginning or in the end or with the ring on. I was repeating to myself how the woman would have noticed but JD wouldn't have. How I'd wasted the best opportunity I'd ever get.

What was done was done.

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After taking off his suit, JD was just in his white shirt and underpants. Hi white shirt looked nice and clean. His underpants, not so much.

He came back to me to move the shock collar from my ankle to my neck. Strapping and locking it around my neck, while I was sitting there tied to that chair, his crotch came close to my face. That was my chance. Very slowly I approached my heavy make-up wearing face to his crotch, and placed my lips there. Smell of pee, of dried sperm, of old sweat filled my nostrils. Very gently I moved my face up and down, pressing my lips and my nose against his crotch. I was definitely spreading some of my make-up on his dirty underpants.

He finished locking my collar, but continued standing there, and I continued doing what I was doing. After a while he pulled down his underpants. And then I continued rubbing with my lips and nose, but now directly onto the slowly growing shaft of his cock. I also started using my tongue, licking the shaft and the tip of his cock, as well as a bit around it. The tastes were bitter.

He was getting harder and harder as I was doing that, and eventually was pointing almost horizontally, and then I took him gently into my mouth with my lips. I was using my tongue, my warm breath and my lips to get him harder and harder.

Once he was almost fully hard, I started fucking him with my lips. I was doing it with a desperate passion, as if my lips had been craving this cock for a million years. After about a dozen such back and forth movements, he was as hard as he could get. Then I started fucking him with my throat. And again, I was doing it with an almost maniacal passion. Like my throat loved and needed and wanted that cock. I had to bend forward quite a bit, which was not comfortable for my waist tied to the chair and for my arms tied behind the chair.

A dozen such strong back and forth movements, and he was coming in my throat. I held him there, as deep inside me as possible. I was pressing my lips all the way to the hairy fats at the end of his penis, my nose pressed against his belly. I froze in this position that did not allow me any breathing. I was just rubbing his shaft with my tongue as he was coming spurt after spurt into my throat. In this moment of ultimate pleasure for him, I considered looking up at him to meet his eyes. But I remembered how much he liked blindfolds and I decided not to do that.

I held him there, deep inside me, for I don't know how many long moments, until his cock started getting softer. Then I moved back to fucking him with my lips, very gently, while in the meanwhile I also carefully coughed up and then swallowed his cum. And then I was able to breathe again.

The last week had made me so much better at giving head. Now I was great at controlling my breathing and my gag reflex. All the hood wearing and all the predicament bondage had had a big effect. Also, my jaw and my throat were of course hurting something savage, as they had not yet recovered from the wearing of the hood. But that last week had made me very good at temporarily ignoring such pain while focusing on something else that was more important.

I fucked his softening cock with my lips until it was too soft for that, and then I proceeded to lick it, around it, and the balls a bit, cleaning him with my tongue. I did that while I could, for several seconds, but then he heavily sat on the chair next to the one I was tied to.

"Phew... wow, lazy bitch... that was something..."

And then I suddenly realized. Lazy bitch was not always a criticism. It was the name he had given me. He never called me by my real name. I was lazy bitch now.

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I've mentioned earlier that I was collecting and cultivating in my mind a list of good things about JD. One very important item was that he wasn't at all into alcohol or cigarettes or drugs of any kind.

After the hopefully mind blowing blowjob I gave him, he brought a small cake from the fridge and announced that we should celebrate our wedding. The cake was made to look like a miniature wedding cake, but was of course much more simplistic and cheap. Then he brought champagne glasses, and my gut twisted and turned at the idea of drinking alcohol. But he just poured some fruit juice in the glasses.

I had never seen him drink. Maybe he had demons in his past, like me, and had managed to get them under control, unlike me. Substances help appease the demons in the short term, but make them so much worse in the long run.

He cut a slice of cake, and we took turns taking bites from it. It was the most delicious thing in the world! I got some cream around my lips, and tied up as I was, obviously I couldn't clean it. He helped me by kissing it away with his bearded mouth.

He was not saying much, but he seemed much more glad than I'd ever seen him before. I was not saying anything at all since it was forbidden. While we were eating from the cake and drinking from the juice, I looked around his man cave some more. I realized that some of the boxes next to his sofa were filled with my things, stuffed together in a rather messy way. One seemed to contain my high heel shoes, another: my bras and panties and stockings, one was stuffed with my summer clothes. He had brought quite a bit of my stuff here in his man cave.

"You did well... during the zoom call. You keep on surprising me. Also after the call... That was also nice... So, you know, yesterday I gave you a quite comfortable day. Hope you understand that that was actually kinda temporary. I'm not ready to give you so much comfort yet. We'll return to how things were before that, for now. You need a lot more strictness."

My heart sank so low, to the dark depths of the coldest ocean. But was this really such a big surprise? I had already realized that he'd given me comfort to make me more presentable for the zoom call. And I had already realized that me being nice to him was maybe making him like me more, but wasn't going to make him less cruel to me at all. It actually seemed to be the other way around, for some reason: the more I impressed him, the more he liked me, the more he was tough on me...

Well, it was up to him. Lazy bitch had chosen which cards to play from her tiny hand. The next things to happen were out of my control.