Owned and Released

Fair warning! This story has features some dubious consent, and features someone peeing herself. If you think that's gross you should probably read something else, but if you're on the fence maybe I can convince you it's hot actually <3

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"_My name is Allie, but you can call me 'pet'. I'm a researcher by day, but by night I just want to be your stupid slut. I'm new to the kinky world but all I can think about recently is being owned, humiliated, and tortured. If you think you're too cruel for me, you're probably just right._

_Here's some of my biggest kinks, and you can decide if you'd like to play with me: Forced exhibitionism, Orgasm torture, Degradation, Humiliation, Free use, Public play, Mind control._

_Women only!_"

My heart is in my throat and my mouth is dry as I read back over my bio. It's a new direction, that's for sure. I've been looking for a change, and my friends have been on their knees begging me to get laid.

Obviously I can't tell them that my unconventional desires are the reason I've been perpetually single. I blamed my lesbianism for a while, and while it's true that women are harder to meet than men, there's plenty of queer women in my university town. But sex, even lesbian sex, does nothing for me on its own. Since as long as I can remember, my kinky fantasies are a hard requirement for me to get off.

It wasn't until recently that I resolved to take action. It's untenable-- I'm masturbating incessantly when I'm home and fantasizing all day at work. Worst of all, I'm lonely. I'm so touch-starved that I actually whimpered when my PhD advisor touched my back to move me out of her way (I had to play it off as a cough).

I stare back at my phone, and the bio I wrote. All my desires are laid bare in front of me. If I just press the "Continue" button, my dating profile goes up, and I'll have a chance, however small, of satisfaction. It took me hours to write this. I shut my eyes and hit the button. A loading screen, and then my profile is out on the internet for anyone to see.

I fall back onto my bed and try to keep my breathing steady. Obviously I'm not the only person in the world with these desires, but it's terrifying to be so exposed. There could be any number of weirdos and creeps looking at my profile now. But the alternative... I imagine a beautiful woman, lying in bed in her underwear, reading over my words and scrolling through my pictures. She'll get an evil smile on her face, and decide then and there that she has to have me.

My hand found its way into my panties without my realizing it. I picture my mystery woman doing the same as she looks at the lewd photos I attached to my profile. In the most explicit one I took, I'm lying on my bed in my thong with the words "Your Slave?" written on my belly in marker. It wasn't easy to get the shot-- my soft tummy doesn't provide a very good writing surface. In another photo I'm in a self-tie that I practiced, lying on my side and giving my best shy face to the camera (No mean feat, when I had to start the timer with my nose).

The more I think about it, the more my online exposure goes from nerve-wracking to thrilling. It isn't hard to reach an orgasm, and my second and third follow shortly. I don't even need porn tonight. I shut my eyes and imagine myself standing on a stage in a dark room in front of a shadowy crowd, reading out my desires in a shaky voice. A fourth orgasm comes, and then I fall asleep.

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I do my best to stick to my ordinary routine the following day. All I did was make a profile on a dating app, it's nothing earth shattering. That's what I keep telling myself, at least, but I'm checking my phone twice as often as usual. When it buzzes, my heart skips a beat. Sadly, it's just my out-of-town neighbor checking if I watered her plants.

Work, break, check my phone, work, break, work, phone, and so on. On the bus home I _finally_ get a notification that someone on my dating app has sent me a 'like.' She's cute, but her boyfriend is in the second picture-- of course. Better luck next time, I suppose.

My hopes diminish through the rest of the week, until I'm beginning to think my dreams aren't possible after all. I've had more likes, but none of them are interesting. A girl who's five years younger than me (18? really? She could be in high school). Blank-face profile. Bios that say "Open to anything, just ask!" and nothing else. Just scrolling through the other profiles in my area, submissive women seem to outnumber dommes tenfold. Even more tragically, none of the dommes I've seen are answering my likes. Who could blame them-- they can have their pick of the litter (literally, I suppose, for those who are into pet-play).

I'm exhausted when I return home on Friday. I want nothing more than to get inside and begin my ordinary evening routine of furious masturbation followed by food delivery and YouTube, but I run into my neighbor, Joy, in the hall. Internally I sigh. Joy is sweet, but she has a tendency to rope me into favors. She's a new age type, closer to my mother's age than mine, and usually covered in bohemian fabrics and handmade jewelry. Sometimes she gives me crystals or homemade candles in return for my taking care of things at her house.

"Hi Allie!"

"Oh, hi Joy, how was your trip?"

"It was just wonderful, I sold out my whole stock! I wanted to give you my deepest thanks for taking care of my plants while I was away. I know you're a busy girl, but it brings me so much happiness to know that my space is cared for when I'm away."

"Oh yeah, don't mention it. I'm glad it was good."

"Promise you'll ask me if there's anything I can do in return, Pet--" my faces blanches. She's looking right into my eyes very seriously, and my heart is about to beat out of my chest, when she continues, clearing her throat lightly and smiling, "Pet-sitting, or anything like that. I'm always available for anything you need."

"I-I appreciate it," I exhale my tension, "I actually don't have any pets. But I promise, I'll let you know if I ever need anything."

"Allie, you don't look very well. I'd better not keep you any longer; I imagine you're in need of a rest after work. You have such a tiring job, poor thing."

"Oh, thank you, I'm fine. But I am pretty tired from work."

"Of course. Have a lovely evening, Allie."

I slip into my apartment, and get undressed. When I'm in the shower, my mind dwells on our interaction. I'm known to overthink, but it seems improbable to me that Joy chose that exact moment to clear her throat, mid-word no less, while staring into my eyes like that. And when I walked away, I swear I could see her eyes lingering on me.

My hands move over my body, spreading soap. I'm crazy; she's nearly twice my age. In fact, we only got introduced because she knows my parents through some art studio. My mom made me introduce myself when I moved into the building. No, I'm sure Joy's just concerned about me, a 23-year old PhD student who can hardly take care of herself away from home. I'm a gross pervert for even considering anything else. My hands keep moving over my soapy body. My mind is wandering. I'm such a gross pervert... I'm so disgusting...

I mean, Joy is a beautiful woman, even though she isn't remotely in my dating pool. She's at least a head taller than me, her body is curvy and toned from years of yoga, her skin is covered in tattoos and weathered from sunlight. I can't resist staring when she wears backless dresses, or crocheted crop-tops that leave her midriff out, or yoga pants. Christ, I'm a pervert. I've been touching myself without realizing it.

With all my washing done, I take an intermission to towel off. I get into bed naked and crack my laptop open. I type with one hand and squeeze my other between my legs, heaving a sigh as I start to touch myself.

"_Lesbian age gap domination_"

"_Mommy domme ASMR by lesbians for lesbians_"

"_Hypnosis audio lesbian meditation sexual_"

"_Young lesbian slave bought by older woman erotica_"

God, I'm such a fucking pervert.

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I wake up around noon to several notifications from my dating app, but they aren't the ones that set my heart racing this time. There's an hour-old text from Joy.

My face flushes with shame. How can I talk to her again, after what I was thinking about last night. I open her message.

"Come over today Allie, I know how I can thank you for your help"

Okay, fuck, that's not going to help. My brain blue-screens, staring down at my phone. Do I reply and ask what she means? I mean, it's probably just another candle, or a crystal to restore my divine feminine energy. But in the past she's never had a problem knocking on my door to deliver those.

"what time do you want me to come over?"

"anytime! right now is perfect unless you're busy <3"

Apprehension and irrational excitement are battling inside me. I breathe slowly. There's no reason to be nervous about seeing her. She's a neighbor, and I'm just a stupid lesbian pervert. Still, I roll straight out of bed and throw on a t-shirt and jeans. Not wanting to stew in my anxiety, I go right out the door.

Just a few feet, and I'm outside her apartment. I knock timidly, fidgeting despite myself.

The door swings open after a moment and Joy greets me, smiling wide. She's in one of her homemade tie-dye crop-tops and a pair of yoga shorts (gulp). I can tell that she's not wearing a bra under her t-shirt (double gulp). I try to avert my eyes. She doesn't notice, I hope-- Joy doesn't even know I'm a lesbian, given that I'm too much of a loser to have ever brought a date home.

"Hey Allie! Welcome to my home!"

I step inside of Joy's apartment. I've been in dozens of times to take care of her plants, but it's in more disorder than it is when she's out of town. Art projects cover her table, and the couch is covered in a huge haul of thrifted clothing. Sun fills the apartment from her floor-to-ceiling windows, and burning incense gives the warm air a heavy feeling. It's just about the opposite of my place, where I keep the blinds drawn and the A/C at 68 degrees.

"My apologies about all the mess. I hope the chaotic energy doesn't agitate the stress you're carrying."

"Oh, don't worry about it! Those necklaces you're making look really nice!"

"Thank you! I'm playing around with sewing jewelry and stones into garments themselves.. that's why my clothing pile is out," she laughs.

"That sounds pretty!" I smile. That must be what she wants to give me, so I brace myself. I really can't picture myself wearing a linen dress with bangles sewn into it, "I'd really love one, you're so sweet."

Joy looks at me for a moment and then laughs again: "Oh, no, sorry! These have nothing to do with what I wanted to give you. It's just a project I've been working on today, an idea for my next street fair."

"Oh, I see, sorry! What was it you wanted to give me, then?"

"Well, as I said, you looked so tired and full of stress after your work yesterday. I'm guessing you had a hard week?"

"Yeah, I guess you can say that," I admit.

"Let me give you a massage then," Joy smiles, "I'm trained in it. I know you don't really believe in my aromatherapy and crystals, so I thought I could offer something you'd enjoy for sure. I promise it'll be amazing."

I blush like crazy. She's giving me that look again, the one that makes me worried she can see more than she's letting on. I'm sure I'm not imagining it, but it's gone before I can take a second look.

"I've... never been massaged before." I'm telling the truth. I don't really let people touch me-- I'm scared of losing control of my body and embarrassing myself.

"Don't worry about that dear, there's nothing to know. I'll be doing all the work."

God, I'm so touch starved. I might moan, or get so wet that I leak through my jeans, or otherwise reveal my inappropriate feelings towards Joy. But I'm an idiot lesbian pervert, and my gorgeous older neighbor wants to make me feel good. I decide to seal my fate.

"Well... okay. It does sound really nice actually, if it's not too much trouble."

Joy smiles widely again, and takes my hand.

"Of course not. Come here, Allie, we can do it on my bed."

She leads me to her room. My head is spinning, at least partly from the warm air and the incense. I haven't really had anything to drink since I woke up, either.

"Um, do you think I could have a glass of water?"

"Oh, I'm sorry for not offering-- of course! Why don't you just make yourself nice and comfortable. I've got a towel on the dresser, and you can set your clothes on that chair in the corner."

Wait, what does she mean by 'make myself comfortable'? She's already gone to the kitchen. What does she expect me to do? I'm too embarrassed to call after her, and I'm worried about sitting on her bed in my jeans. I just stand in her room awkwardly.

I'm still planted rigidly in the middle of her room when Joy returns with my drink.

"Is everything alright, Allie?"

"Oh, yeah, um.... do I need to get undressed?"

"Yes dear, take off everything. That way I can get all your muscles. Sorry, I forgot that you've never done this before. Are you worried about being naked?"

"Um, no," I lie, my voice squeaking.

"I know it's a little scary. But I promise, it'll be worth it." Joy steps out again, and I drink my water nervously. Being hydrated makes me feel a little better, at least-- I don't know how she lives with the temperature so high. I have a cloud in my head from all the incense.

I gingerly step out of my jeans, and slide my panties down. Obviously I have a stupid wet spot. I lift my shirt off, and fold all of my clothes in a little pile on Joy's chair. Despite the warmth of the room, my nipples are stiff. I take a thin linen towel off the dresser and wrap it around myself for modesty. After a few moments, Joy knocks on the door and comes back in.

"Good girl. Now, why don't you lie face down for me."

Joy sits down on the bed next to me, and I tremble. My face must be beet red. With a gentle hand she lifts away the towel, leaving me exposed. Joy looks at my body and gives me another smile. I'm so pale next to her sun-tanned body. I lie down on the bed, and she guides legs back so I'm lying straight on the bed. I don't know what to do with my hands so I bring them up to cradle my head. Joy takes the towel off of me and gently drapes it over my butt. I can feel her weight press down on me as she sits on my hips.

I'm focusing on keeping quiet so I don't embarrass myself, but Joy's weight reminds me that I haven't used the bathroom since I woke up. It's way too distracting-- my focus breaks and I let out an involuntary moan as Joy's hands make contact with my back, gently sliding down from my shoulders to my lower back with light pressure.

"Aww.. it feels good, doesn't it?"

"U- uh-huh"

"I can already feel how much tension you have... I'm going to dig in just a little bit, okay?"

"Oh- okay-- eep!" I squeak loudly and giggle embarrassingly as her thumbs press into my middle back. It tickles like crazy-- I want to squirm, but Joy's weight on my hips stops me from moving. She doesn't relent despite my giggling and humiliating whimpers.

"Shh... it's okay dear, you're just really tense here. I can tell you've never been massaged before. It's a good thing I've gotten to you! All of this blocked energy can be very dangerous. I'll keep focusing on this spot for a little while."

Joy hums softly as she continues to work her thumbs, ignoring my noises. As much as she promises it's working, my reactions don't seem to be diminishing. I'm inhaling spasmodically and exclaiming "Oh god," "wait!", and "oh no!" between fits of giggles. Every time Joy shifts her weight I'm reminded of my now-urgent need to use the bathroom-- the tickling definitely does nothing to help with that. And because my freak lesbian mind rules my body, I'm getting wet-- really, really wet. Oh god, please don't let her notice that.

"Allie, you have to relax. If you keep tensing up, I can't get the knots out." Joy coaches me in a breathy voice that sends goosebumps up and down my trembling body.

"O-oh n-no! hee-hee-hee! I can't!"

"Yes you can. Focus. Relax your body for me."

I swear she knows which spots are the worst, and she's focusing on them just to make this harder for me. I can barely get a word out through my giggling, despite my earnest attempts to relax my body.

"C-can we please-- hee-hee-hee-- can we stop so I can use your bathroom?"

"No dear, you can wait."

"Wha-- hee-hee-hee- what?"

"My goodness, Allie, I've never seen anyone with this much energy trapped in their body. Do you know what's causing it? That can help me get it flowing again." She lightens her touch, and strokes my back with her fingertips. Goosebumps erupt again and I moan softly, but I'm able to catch my breath.

"I- what do you mean? Like, something with my job?"

"You tell me. There's a lot of reasons someone might be carrying all this stress. Work is just one reason. It could be interpersonal issues, health problems, pent up sexual energy..."

"Well... um..."

"Yes, Allie?"

"I guess.. I--I wish I was having sex sometimes..." I breathe, regretting my words the moment they leave my mouth, "well... a lot."

"Mmm... I see. Tell me about your sexual desires, Allie."

My face is burning and I swear there are tears welling in my eyes from embarrassment. I squirm, as if I could escape. Joy gently traces patterns on my back with her fingernails, waiting expectantly for my answer. I'm suddenly very aware of her warmth where she's sitting on me.

"Aw Allie, I know it's embarrassing, but it's rude to act like you haven't heard me," Joy scolds in her breathy voice. I still can't reply. God, what would I even say.

"I-I'm sorry... I can't... please..." my face burns.

"You won't find relief with your sexuality closed off and secret," Joy whispers to me, leaning in, "It's for your own good, sweetheart. Tell me, or I'll make you."

She presses one of her hands on my lower back, right over my bladder. Her hands are so strong; I feel a wave of desperation instantly. I squeal and tense my legs. Oh my god, she's crazy. She's crazy and I'm helpless. One way or another I'm about to be humiliated. My mind is melting into submissive goo despite myself, and I can feel my willpower faltering.

"Joy! p-please... please don't make me..." I'm holding my legs shut. Oh god, which humiliation is worse-- I can't decide.

"You have five seconds," she whispers, "and then I'll make you wet yourself all over my bed. and who knows what I'll do after that..."

I can feel her tracing circles on my back, ready to press down again, and I know she's serious. My desperation is stronger than my shame and I start to babble, words barely passing through my brain on their way to my mouth.

"Fine-- I-- I like this so much.. I like it so much, oh god... I like to be controlled.. I want to submit to someone.. I-- I think about it every day and I touch myself every night and.. oh god.. I want to be treated cruelly, and to be just.. humiliated.. and broken. I want to be an object... an object that doesn't have to think."

"Aww... good job Allie," Joy giggles elatedly, "That wasn't so hard-- I'm proud of you."

Her weight lifts off me, but instead of letting me go she flips me over and sits back down on my hips. I'm face to face with her now. She's smiling wide with a hint of cruelty, just like the women in my fantasies. Her hand caresses my cheek and strokes my hair as she looks down on me.

"I can feel the sexual aura just pouring off of you every time I see you. I've never seen that much in anyone before. I was scared it was going to drive you crazy."

I can't meet her eyes. My breasts are exposed to her now, and she glides her hand down to brush my nipple, provoking a gasp. She giggles with satisfaction.