Page 75 of About the Green

She's sleeping at her own place tonight, but that won't do. I don't want her to ever think that she has her own place, because it will be our place for as long as I am living.

Obsession doesn't begin to cut it when I've spent the last few months trying to pin her down for something I was completely wrong about. No one is more happy about being wrong than I am.

The small woman who's sleeping soundly on the bed in front of me is not only precious to me, but she's important to my sanity moving forward. I need to be near her to know what she's getting into, and even if I don't agree with it, I need to be able to help her when things ultimately do go awry.

It’s easy to make what I need for to knock her out long enough to get her back to my place without a struggle. To her the smell would only be sweet in her dreams, though I can’t smell it at all with my mask on. Holding the cloth to her mouth, it only takes a few minutes for the effects to take place. At that point, I tie her up and package her over my shoulders, ready for transportation. This time, I don't bother putting her into a trunk, because I know, one, she will freak out and jump out of my car, but also because she'll be out long enough for me to get her to my place.

When she wakes up, I'm already ready for the scene.

She's freaked out with the gag in her mouth because I don't have time for her smart mouth right now.

I can see her rolling her tongue around the obstruction before her eyes narrow on the space around her to try and categorize where she is. Muffled sounds come from behind the rubber, and it's then that she realizes that her arms are also restricted. Strapped into a harness in front of her, so that she is in presenting position until I decide to unlatch any of the hooks from the restraints around her wrists to the restraints around her upper thighs to the restraints that are around her ankles.

It's not proper etiquette to ask for any major decisions like this while someone is in their subspace, but I don't give a fuck. That's the difference, and I might be willing to have a conversation once she wakes up, but for now I'm not available for one.

I'm actually very busy preparing to enjoy this.

The sweet doll in front of me.

I didn't know I had such a sweet tooth, but when it comes to the bubble gum pink woman in front of me, I want nothing more than a taste.

"There's no point in you puttin’ up a fuss," I say. "Right here. That's where you're going to be at until we come to an agreement. Understood?"

She shakes her head vehemently, disagreeing until I bring out the feather. It's not meant to cause pain, but I learned quite early on that she's very sensitive once she's restrained. Little feather toy like this will be her undoing.

I've played a part in many sessions of torture, but I have to say this one will be my favorite.

Starting lightly, I run the feather over her back, making sure to only barely touch her skin.

She shivers.

"If you're good, I'll take off a restraint, but if you're bad, I'll have to add more."

Her eyes dart above her, knowing very much so that I will attach whatever I want to the ceiling. It might be her wrists, or it might be her feet. That's also completely within her control as well.

"Are you gonna be good?"

She's silent, not moving her head, not making any sounds.

"Okay. If you're good, I'll remove the ball gag and give you somethin’ else."

There's a challenge in her eyes, and that's what I love the most.

"Fine," I say, going back to moving the feather over her body.

She does her best to resist, but she can't stay in the proper position. Once I get to her inner thighs, they're too sensitive for her to ignore, and she buckles, her body falling inward to try and protect itself from the sensitivity, but it only exposes her back to me, which I run the feather over as well.

"Tell me, Nina, are you gonna be good?"

She straightens and nods her head.

“Lie back,” I direct, giving her as much help as she needs. She’s quiet as I look over the feast in front of me. Her pussy is spread wide, wet and throbbing for something more.

From the foot of the bed, I grab another one of my recent purchases and her eyes grow large. A pink part gleams from the end of the shiny plug meant for her sweet ass. It’s still cold as I use her abundant arousal to coat the toy. She clenches over nothing, letting more of it drip onto the toy. I use my finger to gather what’s left and prepare her tight ass to take this plug.

Nina moans but doesn’t resist and the now warmed plug begins to push deeper into her.

“That’s it, doll,” I coo, “Take all of this plug for me. You can do it, can’t you?”