“Stay with me,” one voice said in Tay’s ear.
“Sink,” the other murmured as something soft and fuzzy was drawn down their back.
Tay tried to focus, but it was so much harder to think with the padded leather blindfold on. They could hear the voices. They felt the touches. It kept them grounded, barely, but the conflicting commands left them feeling like it was all on the verge of crumbling.
“I think they’re going to fall for me,” the softer voice said with a note of sultry glee.
“Oh, I think our Toy just needs some…motivation.”
As the deeper voice spoke Tay felt something sharp and pointy scrape up their thigh, making them cry out from the sudden surprise. The pain brought a moment of clarity in its wake, and it was enough to let Tay sit up a bit.
“Ahh, that’s my good Toy. Now, coming up in 1, 2, 3”
“Sinking down in 4, 3, 2, 1…”
Gentle hands were stroking their face, their chest, their arm, and it was so tempting to just relax, to let go, to -
A sunburst of pain as teeth sank into their neck followed by an involuntary moan as the mouth began to suck and lick.
“Be good, stay up, Toy.”
“Just sink down, Pet…”
Tay was losing track of who was who, what each wanted, why they needed to stay down, or up, or…or… Shuddering with bliss, Tay lost track again, and the voices faded as they just let themselves float away.
“Awww, I think we broke them.”
“Oh, don’t worry - putting them back together is going to be even more entertaining…once we’ve had a bit more fun.”