A Reluctant Slut

This mini story, written a few months ago for day 22 of Kinktober 2025, contains bondage, humiliation, forced orgasms, ambiguous consent and slut-shaming. It's all a bit reprehensible, really. Reader discretion is advised.

You would enjoy this, if you would only let yourself. If you could only overcome your reluctance.

We both know, of course, that the reluctance is a pretence. A silly dance. It's plausible deniability: I'm not a wicked deviant slut, you whine; he made me do all those things. But it's not very plausible, is it? You and I know the truth.

So here we are again. You're bound just the way I like you, utterly helpless, on show for my pleasure. Squirming in my ropes and mewling into your gag. The bonds squeezing you and constraining you, holding parts of you down and pushing others up and almost out of your shirt.

Have I mentioned that I like your tits? You're welcome.

Please let me go, you mumble - or at least I think that's what you're trying to say. But I'm not going to do that. You're going to remain my prisoner. That's what you really want, isn't it?

Do you know how I can tell this reluctance is a sham? Your body is giving you away. Your cheeks are flushed, your breath short and ragged. When I touch your skin, you shiver and shudder. Your nipples are erect to my fingertips. And when I slip a hand under that cute little skirt of yours, I quickly discover that you're wet already - and you, caught in the act, blush even more. I can't help laughing. Little miss high and mighty, too prim and proper to give in to your desires. And under it all you're as much of a pervert as anyone.

So, for your own good, I'm going to ignore your reluctance. I'll tighten the ropes and loosen the shirt, and put a hand around your throat to keep you well under control. You know where the other hand is going to be occupied. You long for its touch.

It moves slowly at first. Just the merest butterfly caresses. But you know already that you won't be able to defy me. You know I'm going to make you cum, whether you want to or not, and you know how humiliating it's going to be when you do. To give yourself up completely to me. To abandon your dignity, your independence, and just immerse yourself in helplessness. To become sensation and nothing more. And then the humiliation will turn you on more than ever, and you'll wonder if I'm ever going to let you have your brain back.

The answer is that I won't. You're mine, now and always. You can carry on pretending to be reluctant - in fact I like it, it's cute. But the game is up between us, and your secrets are all laid bare. We both know you're a slut, and neither of us would have it any other way.

FIN