There are no bars in Susie’s prison. No gates, no locks, no guards. Susie could get up any time she wants, find her clothes (Master keeps a few outfits around for when he wants to take her out and fuck her in a public place) and leave. For good. She knows Master won’t stop her. She knows he won’t come looking for her. She knows he doesn’t need to. Because even if she somehow mustered up the willpower to walk out that door, she would be back in less than a day, grovelling and sobbing out apologies and begging him to fuck her ass. She can’t walk away from Master. She’s never even tried.
Oh, she’s imagined it. Sometimes, when she’s doing her chores like a good girl, Susie pictures what it would be like to hurl the sponge aside and tell him that she’s not his slave and storm out of the house without even asking for permission. But as soon as she thinks about it, the spirit of defiance slowly withers into fear and uncertainty, and she freezes into an anxious stillness as her daydream turns into a nightmare of life without a Master. Life without his will, his direction. Life without… and then Master slides his cock into her ass again, fucking her so hard she can barely hold the dishes, and she’s back in her happy place again.
It’s not that she’s afraid of punishment. There are no punishments in Master’s prison. He’s never needed to scold her, never even needed to raise his voice once in the five years that she’s been his slave. Susie’s defiance has never escalated to anything beyond that slow subsidence of her sleepy grin, and a gradual stillness stealing over her body like a toy winding down. That’s always when Master reminds her why she can never resist him, spreading her ass-cheeks and slowly pushing past her well-lubed rosebud to fuck her right back into compliance. Even that only happens once every five or six weeks–Susie’s gotten very good at staying compliant for Master.
Not that she only gets fucked every five or six weeks. No, Master is happy to keep his cock inside Susie for long stretches of every day, whether it’s taking her from behind as she scrubs the kitchen floor or just lounging on the couch with his dick hanging out until she stumbles over in rapt fascination to impale herself on him and take it up the ass until her eyes won’t open anymore. She never thought when she first met Master that she would love anal sex, but she also never thought she would want to be a devoted slave and mindlessly obedient fucktoy, either. Master guided her to a new understanding of her own desires. Then he trapped her inside them.
That’s what ultimately keeps Susie imprisoned, in the end. Lust and arousal. Master doesn’t need locks or guards when Susie’s own desire keeps her helplessly ensnared in his power. The pleasure she receives from Master is simply too strong to ever escape, a chain that binds her mind into obedience and makes her beg him to fuck her will away, again and again. She’s been conditioned to surrender, programmed to experience perfect pleasure every time Master’s cock pounds her asshole while his voice slips into her brain and soothes away her thoughts. Until she belongs to him forever.
Master doesn’t need to lock Susie away. Not when she’s so good at being her own jailer.
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