Dawn's young light was beginning to peek through the basement window by the time the nerd returned. I had finished playing Armored Core only a short while ago, and was lying on the bed. I had one upped him, getting ‘S’ rank on multiple missions he hadn’t even reached yet. It was a small act of rebellion, but a satisfying one. It was also nice to just game. As much as I wanted to bitch about how uncomfortable it was to sit on a chastity belt all night, and to scratch at boobs I couldn’t even feel under a metal plate, and to drip gross musky slobber from my gag… I had a blast, and I had managed to burn off a lot of frustration.
So, as he came in. I ignored him. I knew exactly how he wanted to find me. He wanted me whimpering, and begging for release as soon as he walked in the door. He wanted me to be some lust broken little hentai sprite in a visual novel. I scoffed. Who knows what perverse porn dialogue he imagined me saying upon his return. Well. I wouldn’t do it. I peaked open one eye, and regarded him with all the friendliness of an unfed cat.
“I’m back” He said, clearly flustered.
I raised an eyebrow. Oh? Back to awkward nerd mode are we? Work must not have gone well. I wonder what his job was anyway.
“So, I bet you suffered all night, didn’t you?” He tittered maliciously, gaining confidence. “I could practically hear you whining all the way from work.”
He was getting back in the mood, so I just rolled over in bed and faced the wall.
I couldn’t see him, but his distress was practically palpable.
“F-fine!” He cried, in a rather quick response. “Maybe I’ll just leave you locked up forever. Hmm? Send you back to hell like that?”
I didn’t even move. Contrary to last night, he was sounding petulant today, a hidden smile peeled across my lips.
He stripped down and threw his shirt and pants at me. “Slaves should serve their master. Hang these up.”
Hmmm… Should I obey? This wasn’t a magic command, but direct defiance might be risky. Disinterested obedience seemed like the better play. So that’s what I did. I rolled over to my feet. Picked up the clothes, scrounged for hangers from the floor, and went to the closet. I realized he was in his boxers and a T-shirt at the computer now, muttering to himself about something. The amusing part of his command was that when I tried to open the closet and actually hang up his clothes, I couldn’t. I was prohibited from leaving the room, and the closet wasn’t in the room.
I could just put the hangers on the doorknob… but maybe I could get a bit more freedom if I showed him how his geas was preventing me from obeying him.
“Mph!” I said, standing next to the open door.
“What?” He snapped. I motioned my hands towards the closet door, indicating the invisible barrier for me. “Just put them on the doorknob, are you stupid?”
I scowled, well that didn’t work.
“Come over here.” He commanded.
I sighed, already anticipating something annoying, but complied.
“You keep putting on clothes.” He grumbled. It was true. After finding the clothes he had outgrown I had slipped into a black graphic rocker T, and a pair of baggy gray sweats that I had hole punched for my tail. “I should just force you to walk around naked, but that’s too much trouble.”
Hmm… Too much trouble? It only made sense that magic would require some energy or concentration. While I wasn’t sure what exactly constituted “Too much trouble” I was at least able to deduce that there was a limit to what he could do at once.
“Your master is tired. Sit on my lap, while I browse.”
Frick. Again with this stuff. Resist, or comply? It wasn’t just a question about whether I wanted to do the action or not, it was the long term give and take too. I couldn’t let him get used to my obedience, or then he’d expect it. But rebelling posed more immediate problems.
I pointed at my mouth, and then made a drinking motion, as if holding a cup. If I couldn’t comply, and I couldn’t defy… I’d haggle.
He stared at me annoyed, but got up, went to the kitchenette, and returned with a cup of tap water. “I didn’t think you needed food and water.”
Now that he mentioned it, I wasn’t hungry, but I was definitely thirsty. I grasped at the water in response. He surrendered it to me.
I pointed next to his briefs still magically locked in my mouth.
“No screaming or shouting.” He stated plainly.
I nodded my head in honest agreement. He looked intensely in my eyes, then nodded, and snapped his fingers. “Unlock”
“BLeeeeghhh” I practically doubled over as the fabric spilled out of my mouth. I started coughing lightly. My whole mouth was infused with the wet grime of his underwear. I could feel it on my teeth, and my gums, and my cheeks. I had gotten used to the foul taste, but now that my tongue was exposed to the air again, I tasted it all the more. I started to rub my tongue on the same shirt I’d been using to wipe my slobber.
“Hey!” He snatched it from my hands. “I got you water.”
“Yeah, but it tastes gross already.” I complained in a hoarse voice. “It was bad enough in my mouth, I don’t want to drink it too.”
“That’s part of your lesson.” He insisted. He held up the cup of water and commanded. “drink.”
I scowled. He was getting assertive again. I took the cup, sipped, swished my mouth, and quickly spit in the trash can.
His eyes flared, but he responded with fatigue. “Nothing but rebellion from you.” I could tell he was simmering with irritation, but he seemed to let it go.
“Lap” He stated flatly, and pointed at his legs.
I took another sip of water, for real this time, and compiled. It would be humiliating enough sitting in any guy's lap, but this nerd? I was clearly much smaller than him, and easily fit on his surprisingly soft thighs… Or maybe it was my ass that was soft? He wrapped his arm around me, and scooted close to the desk as he did. It was a sort of fake gesture of affection. I could tell by some intuition that he wanted to be physically close, to be warmed by another person. It was honestly a bit sad, but at least he wasn’t doing something overtly…
Never mind, his hands are on my metal bra. I hadn’t felt it because I couldn’t feel anything through that enchanted iron, but it was clear he was fondling my shiny new tit tote.
He checked his socials, which gave me a strange insight into his life. It was all bright, and filled with colorful art, and a lot of the people he interacted with used that internet cutesy speech that went out of fashion at the same time as AOL. It was a total contrast to reality. He didn’t post anything himself, maybe because he didn’t want me to see, or maybe because he didn’t have to will power to remove his hand from my tit long enough to type.
He wrapped on my chestplate with a knuckle. The metallic clang startled me, even more so since that sound basically came from my body. “I bet you spent all night trying to get under these.” He mocked. I didn’t say anything, but he continued. “It’s the same holy metal that your collar is made of. He tugged lightly on the leash chain illustratively. “Since I have your name, and I bound you to me, I can make anything I want appear on you.” His voice took on a devious tone. “I can give you pleasure, or pain.”
He raised an eyebrow, grabbed my chin, and turned my face towards him. I was irate, but kept my face neutral. “If you’re a good girl,” He explained, “maybe I can fit you with something more fun.” He had reached his hand under my shirt while speaking, and was scraping his nails across the metal of my bra. I both heard and felt the metallic vibrations.
I noted that he was still insisting he had my name. That deserved further consideration later, but I had to respond quickly.
“Thank you master.” I replied politely. “But I’m ok.”
“Oh sure.” He responded, clearly miffed, and losing all momentum. “So is denial your thing?” He asked, trying to regain control over the scenario.
“Not particularly.” I responded.
“Look me in the eye.” He demanded. I complied.
“Say that again.” He commanded. I complied again.
“Uh… Denial isn’t really my thing?” I said. He gazed into my eyes, then huffed in annoyance before looking back to the computer screen. Well. That was odd. Why did he want to look in my eyes anyway? Some intimidation thing, or something else?
He ignored me and booted up Armored Core. “Are you going to distract me again this time?” He asked
“No.” I replied flatly.
“That’s right.” He emphasized last night's victory over me.
He clicked “Continue” on the main menu, and his eyes went blank when he saw the game screen. A purple mech named “Izzy” sat in a garage, with the menu interface displaying twice as many credits as his own profile. I’d forgotten to load his save after I stopped playing.
“What the hell is this?” He asked, suddenly tense underneath me.
“I-I was bored.”
“I left you hogtied and hanging with 3 edge flies for over an hour, and as soon as I leave you decide to play video games?” I couldn’t tell if he was angry or bewildered. He probably couldn’t tell either.
“What was I supposed to do?” I asked defensively.
“Are you even a succubus?!” He asked.
The answer was no, but of course, his geas prohibited me from saying that. I smirked and went on the attack. ”I think you’re just mad I’m further along than you.” I quipped.
“What?” He asked, then started to navigate through the menus. A bigger and bigger smile grew on my face as he realized I was right.
“Oh screw off!” He stood up suddenly, knocking me to the floor.
“Ow.” I stated with aggressive annoyance. I was thankful that my tail hadn’t been caught beneath me.
“You just had more time to play! I should have given you something to do while I was gone.”
“And what exactly can I do, when I can’t leave this room?” I asked, deciding now was a good time to play my helpless card again. “I couldn’t even reach in your closet.”
He scowled, and turned back to his game. He swiftly returned to the main menu, and started to delete my save.
“HEY!” I cried, causing him to pause.
He held up his hands in exasperation, and stated in bewilderment. “You’re a succubus who literally cares more about video games, than being in chastity.”
I couldn’t help but smirk. “Yeah, I guess.”
He cocked his head appreciatively. “You’re a weird succubus.”
“One of a kind.” I stated wryly.
“I’ll have to fix that.” He responded menacingly. My smirk turned to a scowl, but he left his threat hanging in the air, and turned back to the game. He notably did not delete my profile, which seemed an odd concession to me. I’ll take it.
I pulled up a box next to the computer chair and sat on it. I sipped water while I watched him play. He was ok. Not good, not bad. But some of his moves were annoying me.
“You can fire both weapons at once, you know.” I explained.
“Yes, I know. It’s just hard to hold the controller and both triggers at the same time.” He retorted.
He kept playing.
“Dude, Stop trying to use your sword when he’s on the retreat pattern.” I huffed in frustration.
He flustered. “Yeah. That’s what I’m doing.” He insisted. (He definitely wasn’t.)
He kept playing.
“Vertical missiles aren’t the best for this mission, it’s mostly indoors.” I warned.
“Would you shut up!”
“What? I’m just trying to help.” I insisted. “I thought you wanted your succubus slave to serve you or whatever.”
I watched as his brain malfunctioned for a few seconds, and his eyes suddenly snapped back into focus. “You’re not helping, you’re backseating.”
It was debatable whether I was helping or backseating, but I decided to play up my innocence and see what it gets me.
“Master!” I whined with a sudden enthusiasm. “I was just trying to help with something you like. I’m trying to be good.” I gave a theatrical sad face that no one with the emotional intelligence of a 12 year old would believe, but he bought it hook line and sinker.
Now his brain WAS malfunctioning. He opened his mouth, and made noises at least 3 different times before he rebooted his brain. “T-That’s where you’re wrong!” He finally stammered. “I know how to play, I’m trying new things! It would be too easy to play the way you’re suggesting. You probably did all of the broken strats when you played. At least, you’re trying though!” He chuckled awkwardly, and gave me a patronizing pat on my head.
Oh yeah. I was in his head.
“Ok.” I conceded in a whiny voice. I took on the chiding tone of an overly concerned servant, and continued, “But if Master wants any help, don’t be embarrassed to ask.” The smile on his face was strained, and his brow was contorted in an emotion I’d never seen before.
Too easy. I thought. I was getting on his good side while patronizing him.
He responded. “T-thanks. But… Let your master show you how it’s done.”
“Ok!” I replied with false enthusiasm. It was hard for me to believe that he was buying this act… But maybe it played to expectations… Expectations set by hentai and anime.
Hmmm… Maybe I can use that revelation to my advantage.
