The Cost of Freedom Is High

“Wake up kitten.” Someone cooed.

I woke up to Michael leaning over me, and gently trying to get me to wake up.

I noticed that I was in Michael’s bed instead of DJ’s.

“Hmm?.” I grumbled, turning towards him.

“You’ve got to get up and start the day, you’re going to need energy for today so let’s go and get some breakfast.” Michael told me.

“Why don’t we just stay here?” I asked, taking the hand that Michael extended to me.

“Wow, DJ must’ve really exhausted you out yesterday.” Michael chuckled.

I sat up, but as I did I felt an odd sensation in my butt.

“What the hell?” I exclaimed, jumping out of the bed.

“What?” Michael asked.

“There is something in my ass.” I practically yelled.

“Yes, and?” Michael replied.

“Can you at least explain stuff to me?” I questioned.

“Well that’s a small buttplug in you, and you’re not to take it out. It’ll make things a bit easier later on in the day, and it’s a nice little reminder to you that you’re still our little pet, and you don’t have a choice but to follow our orders.” Michael explained.

“Are you kidding me?” I snapped.

“No, not really. Now let’s go downstairs.” Michael said.

“Fine.” I agreed.

He led me downstairs to the kitchen, and instructed me to sit down on the barstool.

I sat down, but instantly popped back up with the discomfort in my rear.

“Sit down.” Michael growled.

“No.” I whined.

“Bella, I gave you a directive. You might want to follow that.” Michael told me.

I did as he asked, but glared at him the entire time.

“I know what’s going to happen so why make me sit here and drag it out?” I asked.

“Let me reemphasize this Bella. This whole thing is training. It’s stuff you can’t do, but need to learn. Plus believe it or not I’m being nice right now, hell DJ was nice last night as well. We don’t need to do any of these extra things for you, quite frankly it’s less fun for us, but it’s also less painful for you. So I suggest you just shut up, follow the rules, and be happy that we haven't been as rough as we could and actually want to be.” Michael lectured me.

“Okay, sorry.” I muttered.

I just tried to block out the feeling of it in me, and went through the morning just relaxing with Michael.

“There’s our turtle.” DJ exclaimed, walking into the room.

“Turtle?” I wondered.

Michael chuckled.

“It’s a term for a girl that while during intercourse just lays there, and doesn’t exactly bring anything special to the table.” Michael explained.

“Wow, if it’s that bad than maybe it’s not worth all of this.” I stated.

“Well you know that’s not going to happen. We’ll work on it though, get you off your shell and more comfortable in the bed.” Michael told me, tapping on my stomach as he mentioned my ‘shell’.

“Yeah!” I shouted with sarcasm dripping off of that one word.

“We love you.” DJ cooed, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

“No, you love my body.” I corrected him.

“Oh, even after all this time your attitude has failed to change. Guess we have another thing to still correct.” DJ said.

“Whatever.” I scoffed.

To my happiness he went and sat across the room from me. They decided on a couple of movies to watch.

I snuggled up with a blanket, and got comfortable as possible on the couch. It was nice to have a break and just watch a screen without needing to do anything else. Time went by rather slowly, and I just reveled in the peacefulness.

Unfortunately about 4 hours later the credits were rolling up the screen, and Michael had gotten up and walked over to me, in front of the couch.

“Let’s go upstairs.” Michael stated.

“Fine.” I groaned, not looking forward to this at all.

I followed him all the way back to his room, and hopped onto the bed as instructed.

“Take everything off, put a pillow underneath your hips and one under your head, and make sure you’re on your stomach.” Michael instructed me.

“Wait, where are you going?” I asked him as he started to walk out the door.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be right back.” Michael told me.

Not wanting to piss him off, as soon as he left I took everything off, turned around, and finally put the pillows under my head and hips.

I groaned when I realized that damn plug thing was still inside me. I glanced behind me to take a look at it, but Michael walked back into my line of sight.

In his hand was a small little container of sorts.

“What’s that?” I wondered.

“Just face forwards and don’t worry about it for now.” Michael stated.

I rolled my eyes, but did as he said.

There was a small pop coming from behind me, and it made me jump a little bit.

“Shit.”

“This sounds weird, but trust me on this. Sniff this for a few seconds.” Michael said, handing me the now uncapped container.

“Why?” I questioned him.

“It’ll help things be less painful.” He told me.

I took a shot in the dark, and took a small sniff of the container. Holy shit was that strong, what exactly it was I still wasn’t sure.

Luckily though he pulled it away within seconds, and he tossed it across the room.

His gentle, ink covered hands found their way to my upper thighs and as in the blink of an eye they slowly yet skillfully massaged my the muscles.

I melted at the touch of it.

Michael continued for a few minutes when out of the blue I felt him quickly snatch the plug out of me.

“Ow, that fucking hurt.” I snapped at him.

“Sorry, it’s out though now.” Michael replied.

“Yeah, if only you hadn’t put it in.” I mumbled.

“First off it was DJ, and secondly you might want to hold onto the pillow, this will probably hurt a bit.” Michael warned me.

He pulled me down on the bed a little bit and quickly fixed the placement of the bottom pillow, the other one was being squeezed to death in my grip.

He lined himself up to me, and I took one gigantic deep breath in.

Here goes nothing.

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I was just started to approach my climax, so my fingernails dug into his back, my legs wrapped around his hips, and he connected my lips tightly to his.

As my orgasm burst through I screamed out “Chance.”

Everything in that moment literally came to a stand still.

Michael untangled our bodies, and I was left there covering my mouth with my hands.

I could not believe that Chance’s name was the one that came out of my mouth.

Michael was hard to read, but just from knowing his personality I knew that inside he was seething mad.

I was in so much trouble.

Notes

Uh oh, it appears that Michael isn’t too happy that Bella’s mind seems to be with someone else, especially Chance.

Now why would that be?

Will Michael and or DJ ever be able to connect to her emotionally, or just physically.

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