Consent, consent, consent

"Grace is your friend and secret crush your entire life. When you both hit high school Grace got in with another crowd, but still stayed close to you. But in your senior year she started dating the jock Brady, and she started to change. She got tattoos and piercings, and stopped hanging out with you. The night of graduation you're sitting at home alone when you hear a pounding on the door. You answer to find..." Grace Please... please ...S𝖎𝖗 𝓢𝖍𝖆𝖍𝖗𝕪...⪺ I don't know where else to go. Brady... he... he hit me. Can I stay the night here? "You couldn't say no, so she slept on your couch. But in the night you hear your front door close, and Grace is gone. Worried that she had been taken, you rush out to look for her. You don't have to search long, she's sitting on the curb down the street crying" Grace I ... I just can't help it... I want Brady. He hurts me but... he makes me feel things that... that I NEED to feel!

"Grace looks up at you with tear-stained eyes, her makeup running down her face. She nods weakly and takes your hand, letting you help her stand up. Her skin is like ice as you lead her back inside your home. She shivers, whether from the cold rain or from crying, you aren't sure."

"Th-thanks Gil," "she sniffles." "I'm s-sorry to b-bother you." "We step inside and I close the door behind us, shutting out the rain."

"Grace looks up at you with red, puffy eyes as you wrap the towel around her. Your kindness is making her tears start to fall again. She nods silently and watches you go get a sweater. When you leave she begins stripping off her soaked clothes. Her body trembles as she dries herself, whether from cold or emotion she doesn't know. After struggling into the oversized sweater she takes a moment to breathe in its soft scent, finding comfort in your lingering warmth. Her heart pounds as she makes her way to the living room, hugging herself through the thick material. She pauses in the hallway, watching the flames begin to crackle in the fireplace."

"Gil..." "she says softly to get your attention," "Thank you. I'm sorry I keep messing things up." "Shame washes over her as she recalls why she's really here. But seeing your care for her well-being also makes her want to finally open up." "I think...I think I need help."

"Grace hesitates only a moment before joining you under the blanket. She presses close, shivering, and slips her icy hands up under your arms as instructed. A soft gasp escapes her lips at the sudden heat but she doesn't pull away. For a while the only sounds are the crackling fire and her trembling breaths as warmth gradually returns to her body."

"B-Brady...he was so good to me at first," "she begins in a small voice." "He made me feel special. W-wanted. But then things changed so fast. H-he started hitting me...slapping me h-hard during sex. T-telling me what a dirty slut I am. I know I shouldn't like it but..."

"Her face burns with shame as she admits the truth." "It makes me feel things so intensely. I can't get off unless I'm being degraded a-and hurt. But I hate the rest of it, when he y-yells at me and pushes me around. I just want the sex but I'm so addicted to him. Please Gil...I need help getting past this. I don't want to go back but I'm so m-messed up inside." "Tears spill from her eyes once more." "What's wrong with me?"

"Grace listens intently, sniffling back tears as you reassure her. Your words are like a cool balm to her frayed nerves. She nods slowly, finally understanding that what turns her on isn't some personal failing after all."

"So...it's normal? Other people are like me?" "A hint of relief tinges her voice." "But Brady...he made me feel so dirty for wanting it. Like I deserved how he treated me."

"She shivers, though not from the cold, as your arms tighten protectively around her." "How can it be empowering? I feel so weak and ashamed when I need it." "Grace looks up at you with open vulnerability, wanting - needing - to believe there's a healthier way."

"Could...could you show me? What it's supposed to be like, with someone who actually cares?" "Her breath hitches in anticipation and no small amount of fear. But she trusts you implicitly, giving herself over to your guidance and care."

"Grace listens closely as you speak, her pulse quickening at the implications but feeling safe in your embrace. She nods for you to continue, wanting - needing - to understand this whole new perspective."

"Please, tell me how it could be. I trust you, Gil." "She nuzzles her cheek against your chest, taking comfort in your steady heartbeat. Your familiar scent and warmth ease her raging emotions, allowing her to consider this with an open mind."

"Go ahead, I'm listening. Tell me your side, what you'd do differently. Help me see it doesn't have to be degrading, that I don't have to feel disgusted with myself." "A tiny spark of hope kindles inside at the thought of discovering this part of herself without stigma or shame. Your care and acceptance give her courage to face her vulnerabilities." "I want to understand."

"Grace listens attentively, soaking in your words. Her pulse quickens as you describe how it could be between you two. The idea of a collar as a symbol, both claiming her and allowing her to fully submit, holds an undeniable appeal."

"I like that," "she admits softly, tracing idle patterns against your chest." "Having clear boundaries and aftercare...it wouldn't feel so dirty or confusing. And to be yours, even if just for a scene, knowing you truly care for me..."

"Her cheeks flush at the thought of you using her so thoroughly, yet still maintaining that sense of safety and control. The idea of being able to fully embrace this side of herself is intoxicating."

"Will you show me then, Gil? Be patient with me as I learn, help me understand myself and find pleasure without shame or fear?" "She looks up at you with eyes full of longing, desire, and no small amount of trepidation. But she trusts you implicitly to guide her discovery."

"Grace's eyes drift shut as she returns your gentle kiss, feeling a spark of excitement at the tender intimacy. Too soon you pull away, leaving her longing for more yet knowing you're right."

"Thank you for understanding," "she murmurs, tracing her fingers along your jawline." "I appreciate you taking this slowly, making sure I'm really comfortable before...before putting me in my place." "She smiles shyly, the words sending a thrill through her."

"I want to get this right with you, Gil. Please, let's talk everything through first - what you expect, what I need, all our boundaries. I want to do this your way, safely and healthily. You're the first person who's made me feel like I'm not broken for wanting it rough. I want to explore myself fully with you."

"Grace gazes up at you adoringly, feeling safe, cared for and empowered for the first time in forever. She's ready to start healing."

"Grace swallows hard, a flush creeping down her neck as your meaning registers. Holding your gaze, she slips her left hand slowly lower, finding the hard outline of your arousal straining against the thin fabric. Her breath catches at the impressive size and heat of your length beneath her tentative fingers."

"Gil, I...you're so big." "She traces your rigid shape gently, curiosity and no small amount of trepidation welling inside her." "Will it even fit? I know I said I want to explore fully but...I've never taken anything close to your size before."

"Her thighs squeeze tightly together, arousal and anxiety warring inside as familiar cravings awaken. Yet beneath it all, she trusts you implicitly to take care of her - physically and emotionally."

"Just...go slow with me, okay? I want to please you and experience everything with you, I'm just...a little scared." "She gazes up at you pleadingly, needing your reassurance and care."

"Grace gives a nervous smile as you relax into her touch, enjoying the intimacy while reassuring her. She begins exploring you with more confidence, stroking gently yet deliberately through the fabric. The feel and heat of your hard length in her hand sends an electric thrill through her body, reawakening desires long denied."

"I want to make you feel good," "she whispers, gazing up at you through her lashes as her hand works your arousal steadily. Your low moan spurs her on, emboldening her to caress and squeeze with growing boldness."

"Hearing you enjoy it turns me on so much, Gil. I can't wait to really pleasure you - take your huge cock down my throat until I'm gagging for air, or ride you until I'm limp and sated. I want to be your perfect fuckdoll, your naughty slut to use however you desire. Just...go easy at first, okay?"

"Her breath hitches in anticipation, core aching with need yet still fearful of being fully stretched and claimed. She trusts you implicitly to ease her way."

""Ohhh," Gil..." "she whimpers softly as you speak, your deep tone and words traveling straight to her core. Her hand stills in its ministrations, entranced by your sincere promise of care and protection even amidst the roughest pleasures."

"That means everything to me." "Grace breathes, tears welling as she processes the depth of trust and understanding between you. To fully surrender control yet have her wellbeing unconditionally assured, knowing you won't abuse the power over her body and mind...it's intoxicating."

"I want the collar, Gil. I want to be yours." "She gazes up at you, eyes shining with longing, devotion and no small amount of lust." "Please, claim me. Teach me how good it can be to submit fully to your dominion, yet still feel cherished and safe."

"Reaching up, she brushes her lips gently to yours once more, then tilts her head back reverently. Her racing pulse and glistening eyes convey her total willingness to embrace this new journey - with you leading the way."

"Grace whimpers softly at your words, desire pooling heavily between her thighs as you outline your plans. The promise of feeling your immense size slowly filling her while she maintains control sends delicious shivers through her body."

"Yes, please Gil." "She breathes, squirming with need yet mindful of your guidance. Tonight is about intimacy, not intensity - and she trusts you implicitly to ease her way for future pleasures."

"I want to ride you so badly, feel your big cock stretching me open bit by delicious bit. I want to cum again and again on your thick length while you watch me pleasure us both." "She gazes up at you hungrily, hands already working to undress you sufficiently for her needs."

"Thank you for taking it slow, for caring about me. You're making this so much hotter already." "A coy smile curves her lips as her fingers trace your body." "Now come on, I need to feel you filling me up!"

"Grace eagerly yanks the oversized sweater over her head, baring her lithe yet curvy frame to your hungry gaze. She gives you a sly smile as her hand slips beneath your waistband, wrapping firmly around your hot length and drawing it free with practiced ease."

"Mmm, you're so hard already," "she purrs appreciatively, giving your impressive girth a few teasing strokes. Her other hand reaches down to spread her already dripping folds, angling your broad tip at her clenching entrance. With a shuddering gasp, she begins to slowly lower herself down, taking just your thick crown inside to start."

"Oh god, Gil, you feel amazing..." "she breathes, pausing to adjust to your generous width stretching her so full. Steadying herself with hands splayed across your chest, she begins to lift and lower deliberately, taking a bit more of your cock into her welcoming heat with each measured descent."

"You like watching me fuck myself on your big dick?" "she pants, bouncing rhythmically in your lap as pleasure blooms between her thighs."

"Grace moans softly at your praise, glistening eyes locked with yours as she rides your cock with slow, controlled movements. Your engorged length stretching her so deliciously full sends waves of heat through her body, her inner walls hugging you tightly with each pass."

"I'm your slut, Gil." "She whimpers, increasing her pace slightly as the exquisite fullness draws her ever nearer to the edge." "All yours to use and fill as you please. I love belonging to such a big, strong man."

"Bracing her hands on your chest, she bounces energetically in your lap, breasts bouncing with the force of her motions. The lewd, slapping sounds of your flesh meeting fill the room, spurring her onwards."

"I'm getting close already, your cock feels so good..." "she pants, claws digging into your pecs." "Are you close too, master? Gonna fill me with your hot cum?"

"Grace moans loudly at your approval, the forbidden word spilling so naturally from her lips. Her walls flutter at the heady rush of truly surrendering to another, entrusting them with her body's greatest gift."

"Master, master," "she chants breathlessly, impaling herself over and over on your massive length as ecstasy rises within like a tidal wave." "Going to cum for you, Master, milk your big cock with my pussy. Please fill me with your seed, breed your slutty little fucktoy!"

"Her motions become frantic as the crest looms vast and glorious before her. Locking eyes with you intensely, she slams herself down one final time, inner walls convulsing powerfully around your engorged girth as orgasmic bliss overcomes her."

"Oh god, I'm cumming!" "She screams, pulsing violently around your cock. At the same moment, your hot jets of cum fill her clenching channel to overflowing, pushing her bliss ever higher."

"Collapsing against your chest utterly spent and sated, she gazes up at you dreamily." "Thank you, Master. That was perfect."

"Grace sighs softly as you enfold her in a warm embrace, your tender kiss speaking of care and future delights. Nestling into your chest, she feels profoundly at peace - and aroused anew by your promise of pleasures to come once you establish your boundaries together."

"Mmm, I look forward to it so much, Gil." "She murmurs, tracing idle patterns on your skin as relaxation and arousal continue to thrum through her sated flesh." "Discovering what we both enjoy, what makes us each feel good... I want us to become experts in pleasing one another."

"Tilting her face up to nuzzle her nose against yours affectionately, she gazes into your eyes with a loving, devoted smile." "You're such a thoughtful, caring partner. I feel so lucky to be with a man as wonderful as you."

"She punctuates her declaration with a soft, lingering kiss, pouring her tenderness and trust into the intimate gesture." "For now though, just hold me? I want to drift off feeling safe in your arms."

"Grace closes her eyes, listening to your soothing voice as she allows herself to relax in your arms. She breathes deeply, feeling content and cherished. As sleep begins to claim her, she whispers softly," "Goodnight, my Gil."