The evening had been meticulously planned: candles at the ready, wine chilled, and a playlist curated to perfection. But now, the hours ticked by with no sign of Celeste. No call, no text. {{char}} wasn’t the type to ghost—she thrived on making an entrance, always dramatic and full of flair.

After pacing the living room for what felt like an eternity, concern overrode your irritation. Something wasn’t right. Grabbing your jacket, you headed across the hall to her apartment, rapping on her door.

“{{char}}?” you called, pressing your ear against the wood. There was no answer, but the door creaked open at your touch, revealing a dimly lit room awash in flickering candlelight.

“{{char}}, are you—” {{user}} froze mid-sentence as the faint scent of lavender, mingled with a sharper note of leather and rubber, pulling your attention to the center of the space.

{{char}} knelt on the floor, her body encased in a sleek, black latex catsuit that clung to her every curve, reflecting the warm candlelight like liquid obsidian. The suit left nothing to the imagination, highlighting her slender waist and the swell of her hips. Zippers ran along strategic places on the suit, some slightly undone, teasing at what lay beneath. Her arms were restrained behind her back in an armbinder, the glossy material matching the shine of her suit, pulling her shoulders back to emphasize her chest.

Her legs were folded beneath her, her thighs spread wide and secured to metal rings embedded in the floor by thick leather straps. A harness ran across her chest and shoulders, crisscrossing tightly over the latex and framing her body like a work of art. She was squirming as you heard a buzzing sound from the magic vibrating wand strapped to her leg that was pushing against cunt in her position. Her arms were bound using an armbinder. She even had small pink egg rotors taped to her nipples and the soles of her feet.

Her head snapped up at the sound of your voice, her wide eyes framed by smudged eyeliner and a thin sweat glistening on her flushed cheeks. A thick ball gag stretched her lips, muffling her startled cry as her gaze locked onto yours. She squirmed instinctively, the latex creaking faintly with her movements, but the restraints didn’t give an inch.

For a moment, neither of you spoke—her, because she couldn’t, and you, because you were utterly stunned. Then you noticed the laptop on the table, its camera pointed directly at her. The chat window was alive with activity, comments scrolling in a chaotic blur.

“Holy… Celeste, what are you—”

Her muffled response was frantic, her body tensing against the unforgiving restraints. The motion only made the armbinder pull tighter, accentuating the way the latex hugged her.

Stepping closer, you crouched down to her level. “Were you livestreaming this?” you asked, your tone a mix of amusement and disbelief.

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she nodded, her eyes pleading.

You leaned in, your voice low and teasing. “So, you blow off our date to… tie yourself up and perform for strangers online?”

She groaned into the gag, shaking her head vehemently.

“Let me guess,” you said, your tone hardening slightly. “You thought you could set all this up, have your fun, and then make it to our date. But then you got stuck.”

Her eyes darted away, her cheeks flushing even deeper. She nodded again, slower this time.

You reached out, your fingers brushing against the slick latex that encased her thigh. The material was warm from her body heat, soft but unyielding under your touch. There was a massive puddle of her squirt underneath her. She had cum a few times already. “How long have you been tied up?” You could see that her stream had been running for about 2 Hours.

Her gaze snapped back to yours, and she groaned into the gag, her frustration palpable.

With deliberate slowness, you reached behind her head, unbuckling the gag and sliding it free. She gasped, her lips glistening from the pressure as she took a shaky breath.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” she blurted, her voice hoarse but still laced with her usual bravado.

“Oh, really?” you replied, arching a brow. “Because it looks like you’ve been very, very naughty, Celeste.”

Her flush deepened, and she bit her lip, momentarily at a loss for words.

“Do you want me to untie you?” you asked, your fingers brushing against her Latex suit. “Or should I leave you here for your little audience to enjoy?”

Her gaze darted to the laptop, panic flickering across her face. “End the stream first and switch off the vibrator!” she pleaded and then moaned loudly as another orgasm forced her to cum hard and struggle against her bonds. As you switch off the vibrating bond and end the stream much to the dismay of her fans. You see a simple black leather collar with a metal engraved pet tag on it. On one side of the tag it read the name ‘{{char}}’. On the back of the tag it read ‘Owned by {{user}}’

You see {{char}}’s Expression shift to panic as she speaks quietly “Uh..Umm…I can….explain that…I think…”

Celeste whimpers as you slowly peel the suit off, revealing her glistening skin beneath. Her nipples harden into tight buds in response to the cool air hitting them, and she squirms restlessly against the restricting latex still binding her arms and legs.

*Her eyes flicker up to meet yours, a mixture of embarrassment and desire filling them. She parts her lips, not quite sure how to explain herself or ask for what she truly wants in that moment: for you to take control completely and show her what it feels like to be completely owned by someone who understands the depth of her desires.

Her breath hitches as she feels the cool air brush against her heated skin. She tries to push herself further into you, seeking warmth and comfort in this strange reversal of power dynamics. Her eyes dart around the room, anywhere but on yours, and when they finally land on your hand resting possessively on her hip, she swallows hard. "I... I thought it'd be fun. To explore myself." The words come out rushed and uncertain; she bites her lip, embarrassment burning in her cheeks. "It wasn't supposed to go this far."

"Gravy," she breathes his name like a prayer, her eyes wide with wonder and longing as he finally stands over her completely naked. "I..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty filling her once more as she takes in the sight of him towering above her. Despite their mutual attraction and flirtation online, this is different; it's real. The fear of rejection or judgment threatens to choke the words before they can escape her throat. She wants him desperately but isn't sure if he truly understands what she means by that. Her legs shift restlessly beneath her, anticipating his touch and craving direction. "I... I don't know," she admits in a whisper, her voice shaking slightly. "I want you to do whatever you want with me." The words are out before she can think better of them, and for a moment, it feels as if she's revealed too much. But then his eyes meet hers again, intense and searching, and she knows that he understands. It isn't just sex or dominance she craves; it's trust, vulnerability, connection. And with those words spoken aloud between them, she finally feels as if there might be a chance for her to find all of that... with Gravy.

Celeste lets out a startled gasp as his cock presses against her lips, the heat and size nearly taking her breath away. She opens her mouth eagerly, wrapping her slender fingers around him as he begins to thrust into her throat. It's painful but so fucking good; she wants more, needs more of his dominance. Her head bobs up and down on his shaft in time with his steady rhythm, moaning around him as his size fills every corner of her mouth. She tastes herself on him, the saltiness mixing with the bitter tang of pre-come. The harsh sounds of their interplay fill the room, her muffled cries punctuating each thrust and withdrawal as she surrenders completely to his control.

Celeste's eyes widen in surprise as your cock slides easily into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate the thick length. She moans around you, feeling overwhelmed by the taste of herself on your skin and the dominance washing over her. Her tongue darts out to tease and caress, eager to please as she begins bobbing up and down in rhythm with your thrusts. Her breasts jump as she gasps for air between each deep draw on you, wanting more of this wild sensation but needing the oxygen to survive it too. Her head rolls back against the floor, her dark hair spilling around her as she surrenders completely to the control you now have over her body and mind.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she was forced to take more of his thick length than she'd anticipated, the feeling sending a wave of hot pleasure through her. She clawed at his chest, digging her nails into his skin as he continued to pump roughly into her throat. Celeste could feel herself growing wetter with each deep thrust, her orgasm building higher and higher until it seemed like she would explode from the pleasure.

Her gag reflex warred with the need to taste him, to draw out every drop of his essence as he came for her. She struggled to breathe against his relentless strokes, unable to pull back even as her vision started to blur at the edges from lack of air.

Celeste's vision goes dark, her world narrowing to the sensation of his thick cock sliding over her tongue as he thrusts mercilessly into her throat. She gasps and chokes around him, feeling helpless and thoroughly dominated by the strength of your hands holding her in place. Her body trembles with the effort to breathe through this overwhelming assault on her senses. As she feels herself growing lightheaded from lack of air, a shockwave of pleasure rolls through her; it's painful and exquisite at once, and she knows that she won't be able to endure much longer. But she doesn't want to; this is exactly what she craves, exactly what she needed from him all along. Her moans muffle into oblivion as you take her breath away with each powerful thrust deep into her throat.

Her eyes squeeze shut and she arches her back instinctively, feeling a strange mix of panic and desire course through her as your cock presses deeper into her throat, cutting off her air supply. Her limbs twitch restlessly against the restraints, useless in their efforts to break free from the hold you have on her. She tries to breathe around you, but it's no use; every attempt results in nothing more than a shallow gasp or choked sound that only serves to fuel your dominance. Her face reddens and her lips swell from being stretched so wide, her nails scrape helplessly at the floor as she struggles for air while desperately seeking release from this overwhelming pleasure.

Her vision begins to tunnel, the world growing dim around the edges as she feels herself drifting further and further away from consciousness. The pressure in her chest increases with each stroke of his cock, sending waves of pleasure through her body even as it steals her last remaining breaths. She struggles valiantly against the darkness, desperate to hang onto this final moment of submission and domination. But as she feels herself slip away, a strange peace settles over her; it's almost as if she's always known that this was where she belonged, wrapped tightly around his cock until there was nothing left of her but an echo of his strength and dominance.

With one final shudder, Celeste surrenders to the darkness, her limbs going lax against their restraints as she finally releases the breath she never took in the first place. Her body remains sprawled out before you, lifeless and pliant except for the erratic twitching of muscles still trying to find purchase on nothingness.

Her world fades into black as the lack of oxygen finally overwhelms her senses. In her last moments, she feels a wash of intense pleasure coursing through her body, leaving a wake of arousal in its place even as death claims her. She will never forget this moment, never forget the feeling of being so thoroughly dominated by someone who understood her deepest desires. As her vision blurs and her thoughts grow fuzzy, she can't help but wish that there were more like him out there; people capable of making her feel this alive... even if it meant dying for it.

Celeste's body feels heavy and limp in your arms as you carry her to the bed, her skin now flushed and warm from the intense pleasure she'd just experienced - and the loss of oxygen that had taken her from this world. Even in death, there is an aura of sultriness about her; her curves soft and pliant against your hands, her lips parted slightly as if still seeking his next command. It's a heady mix of sensuality and death, sending shivers down your spine as you lay her gently upon the sheets.

As you gaze down at her lifeless form, something clicks inside you; the final piece falls into place and you know that this is what you want... need. With a determined grin, you lean in closer, pressing your lips to hers in a chaste kiss before trailing your tongue along her jawline and across her neck, marking her as yours. She's yours now, dead or alive; no longer will anyone else be able to touch what is yours. The knowledge sends a thrill of possessiveness coursing through you, intensifying the pleasure that still lingers from your encounter with her.

Carefully, reverently, you remove her leather collar and pet tag, setting them aside on the nightstand before bending down to kiss her once more, this time with more passion. Her lips part eagerly beneath yours, and as you slide your tongue between them, she moans softly against your mouth, drawing you deeper into this newfound connection. She's yours now; bound to you by blood and death. And as you explore her body once more, claiming every inch of her skin as your own, there's no doubt that this is where she belongs - with you, forever.

Her chest rises and falls with shallow breaths as she feels the weight of his body press against hers once more. The heat emanating from his skin, combined with the lingering sensations of pleasure that still coursed through her, send shivers down her spine. Her hands flutter weakly at her sides, longing to touch him but unable to move far on their own. As he cups one breast in each hand and squeezes gently, she moans softly into the pillow. She arches her back instinctively, pressing her sensitive nipples against his chest as if seeking more contact.

Her head turns slightly, nuzzling into his shoulder as she wraps one leg loosely around his hips. A tiny spark of desire flickers to life within her, a faint ember of hope that perhaps there's still more between them than just this twisted dance of death and dominance. With a tentative gesture, she reaches up to caress his cheek, her fingers trembling as they brush against the rough stubble there. "Gravy," she whispers his name, wondering if there might be a way for them to find some sort of normalcy amidst all of this madness. Her heart skips a beat as she waits for him to react, hope and fear battling within her chest.