D-95: A Long-Awaited Moment of Freedom, and Some Personal Pleasure Time
My head feels fuzzy. Nothing comes to mind clearly. What the hell have I been doing up until now?
Even though it feels like I just woke up, my mind is still hazy.
I can't open my eyes. I can tell this isn't the kind of grogginess that comes from actual sleep.
It's far more exhausting than sleep, and above all, there's pain. In my throat. Right── I must have passed out.
"Cough, hack── hack, pffft, ha."
The pain in my throat makes me cough over and over.
Ah, now I finally remember what happened.
Yesterday, during my punishment, I got choked until I blacked out.
I can feel that my lower half is wet again. Did I seriously cum just from being choked?
I barely manage to hold back the incoming wave of post-nut clarity and, with my eyes still closed, try to assess the situation again.
──I really was out for a long time. Maybe a whole day has passed.
"Are you awake?"
"...Ah. Yeah."
Fuck, this is awkward as hell again. Right next to me is the same person who was strangling me with a sadistic look on her face just yesterday.
And now she's wearing that gentle expression again, like she'd actually been worried.
Still, for some reason, I don't feel the urge to ask what the hell she did yesterday── or why she did it.
It doesn't seem to bother me that much. Strangely enough, as long as I didn't die... it felt pretty good, so whatever, right?
...Wait, what am I even saying? That doesn't mean I can just enjoy it. If I keep this up I'll actually end up dead.
The last punishment felt like I was the one who wanted it toward the end, which is why I can't bring myself to curse the person looking at me right now.
If I'm going to curse anyone, it should be myself. For getting off on it and making her choke me even harder.
My feelings toward her keep softening for some reason. Why is this happening?
Even so, the face staring back at me is still full of concern.
Of course she'd be in trouble if I actually died, so maybe that's why... but her expression doesn't seem like it's just that...
Haah. I don't know anymore. Anyway, it's not a bad thing when someone worries about you, is it?
After all, I've thought this before—there's no one else in this world who would worry about me.
For some reason, my heart feels lighter today. I end up being a little more lenient with her.
...I lean against her a bit. Then I nuzzle. I rub my head against her.
Haah. I kind of want to act spoiled.
"...?"
"Just stay still."
I've always had crazy mood swings. Maybe becoming a woman made it even worse.
That's why I've been rubbing up against the same person who was cursing and choking me yesterday. It's all because I turned into a girl. Every last bit of it. If I hadn't become a woman...
Maybe it's because of what I was thinking right before I passed out after she choked me yesterday.
What a pathetic life. Well... she's not wrong, but were those feelings really buried in my heart?
I even said I wanted to die. Sigh. I told myself I wouldn't think about that stuff anymore.
...Anyway. I'm not going to think about it. It just makes me depressed.
I bury my face deeper into her chest. She seems a little flustered but stays still. Acting kind again. I know she's doing it on purpose.
More than that, my throat still stings. It feels like I sang dozens of songs at a karaoke bar. That's why my voice comes out hoarse, which is a little embarrassing.
When I press lightly on my throat, it still hurts. The pain from yesterday is still so vivid that I get embarrassed and bury my face again.
Haah... After rubbing against her a few more times, I finally pull away. I completely detach my body from hers.
It really doesn't seem so bad living like this── that thought crossed my mind.
No, that's ridiculous. I still have to go back. It's just... maybe I can enjoy myself a little before I do?
"Um, there won't be any today."
"...What?"
I was lost in thought when her words made me flinch. Huh?
It was something that should've made me happy just a day ago── but it feels weird.
Is... is this a good thing? It's been a while since I've had free time. Still, it's sudden for it to just disappear.
No. It is good. I'm relieved it's canceled. Ahem. I clear my throat.
"Get lost. And while you're at it, don't come back."
"Haha. I'll be back tomorrow. Please rest today. We'll start again from tomorrow."
No punishment or socialization today. Haaaaah.
A deep sigh of relief escapes me. It really is a good thing. Seeing myself relax like this proves it.
These past few days I've been hit non-stop with no time to rest. Fellatio, forced creampies, forced kisses, shower molestation, choking...
──Though I did end up begging her to choke me harder at the very end. Ahem.
Thinking back on everything that happened makes me hate myself for having those stupid thoughts even for a second.
What did I do wrong? She's the one who did everything wrong. ...Except for yesterday.
Anyway. Whew. For today, I'm just going to rest without thinking about anything.
"Hurry up and go, hurry──! I'm trying to rest here. Come back late."
"Then I'll be going. Try not to cause any trouble."
Only after I watch her walk out the front door do I let out another long, deep sigh──. Now I really am free. Even if it's just for a day.
A few days ago, I would've used the chance to try to escape completely while she was gone. I still kind of want to, but the thought disappears almost immediately.
There's nowhere to go even if I leave this room anyway.
...Right now, the only human connection I have is with her. Hoo.
Now that I think about it, I just noticed... I'm wet down there again... Ah. Right. I came while she was choking me yesterday. Just from being choked.
"Haah. Hoo."
There's no one here anyway. She's been gone for a while, so without much hesitation I pull my pants off.
What I see is my panties soaked with a deep wet stain. Especially the middle part is completely drenched.
Seriously, how pathetic is this body? A masochistic body that cums from being choked. I definitely didn't have that kind of tendency before... Yeah, it's all this body's fault.
I quickly pull my panties off too. My exposed pussy is glistening, and even my thighs are wet with juices. Looking at it, the area around my clit that got tormented yesterday twitches, twitch, twitch.
It doesn't seem like I came just from the choking, at least. I also got fucked. I feel a little relieved...
No. If I'm already a masochistic bitch who came, what the hell am I saying?
"...Mmm."
I stare at it quietly. It's so pale and white. The pink is vivid.
I spread it open with two fingers── just like I did in the shower last time── and look inside.
Sticky strands of pussy juice stretch out like threads. Whoa, ah. Hee. I let out a sound without meaning to. The sight is way more erotic than I expected.
The inner pink folds look almost like a young girl's, but contrasted with the silver threads of fluid dripping down── it's... really lewd. So fucking slutty.
Someday, a cock is going to thrust in here──. It's definitely going to be part of the punishment.
It doesn't look like it could even fit all the way. My pussy hole is way too small compared to the size of her cock.
It'll definitely make wet, squelching, stretching sounds as it forces its way deeper inside.
It'll hurt like hell, 100%. I'll resist like crazy just like yesterday. But she won't stop. She'll just keep pounding me.
To stop my resistance, she might even choke me again like yesterday, controlling my body completely.
She'll stretch me open even deeper. My inexperienced body will be forced, just like last time. Just like how she stretched out my throat, she'll force her way in completely. And if that happens...
"──Hoo, huu. Ngh. Hoo♡"
...Ah. I'm rubbing my pussy without realizing it. The dirty thoughts made my hand move on its own.
But I'm not even hard. Is this what it feels like? Some kind of aching, burning heat takes over my whole body.
The same feeling as last time floods through me. J-just a little more── there's no one here today anyway. Yeah. It's okay to enjoy a little pleasure before I go back, right?
I can't stop. Squelch, schlick♡ Lewd wet sounds echo from below.
Shame and humiliation wash over me. I used to be a man, and now I'm doing this, jerking off. An inexplicable sense of guilt hits me, so I look away and stare at the ceiling instead.
I just keep rubbing, relying on the sensation and the stimulation running through my body. Harder. Wetter. I rub more. I want to do it more. The pleasure won't let me stop.
If I stop rubbing, the aching need comes rushing back and I can't stop. Just a little more, just a bit more.
...Schlick, squelch. Squelch, squelch-squish── schlick-squelch. Squelch, squelch♡
"Ngh─ Ohh, ugh♡?! U, nghot, ohh, huik, hegh, ugh♡"
Ah, my moans sound so fucking cheap.
The wet sounds echo loudly through the room. But there's no one to hear them.
Even more, schlick. I masturbate so the sounds ring out louder. I rub, and rub, and oh. I keep rubbing.
Until the bedsheets are completely soaked with my pussy juice, until they're ruined, schlick-squelch.
Even though shame makes me only spread my legs a tiny bit and curl my body up, my masturbation grows more and more intense.
Every time my finger brushes my clit, a stronger wave of pleasure hits me and I let out a loud "Nghot──?!"
Still, it's only rubbing, so the stimulation isn't that strong. But that subtle stimulation...
It's not intense, but that subtle stimulation drives me even crazier. I want more. I start craving stronger stimulation.
At the end of that desire for more stimulation, one thought surfaces.
──S-sex. I want to have sex♡
The thought I'd barely been suppressing with what little reason I had left slowly spreads through my mind.
"S-sex──♡ I, I wanna do it, ah── ngh, nghuu, huu. Heet...♡ Ok, ohh, ughiiik♡"
My moans are way too slutty. So cheap. The thin voice echoing in the room.
Right now, I'm using my own voice as masturbation material.
That's why I'm saying things out loud that I don't even need to say.
The sense of corruption. It's no joke. This is on the same level as yesterday's corruption.
The depravity of a delicate girl's voice saying the word "sex."
It makes me unable to hold back. I rub even harder, the wet sounds growing louder—schlick-squelch-squelch-squelch♡
It turns my head completely white. I don't need to think about anything. I just fill the aching need the moment it comes.
Twitch, twitch, twiiitch, tremble♡ My whole body convulses. My thighs start shaking more and more, and something...
Something... is coming. For real, something is... my head is getting foggy.
It feels similar to when I used to cum as a man, but it's like a wave that's completely incomparable. Ah, this. I'm, I'm cumming. I'm gonna cum♡♡
You pathetic bastard, cum. In a girl's body── while masturbating, you're gonna cum. Cum, ah♡
Squelch. The guilt, the sense of corruption. Ngh, nghok. Oot──♡
For real, I'm, I'm cumming. I'm cumming♡♡
Ding-dong───
"...Eh?"
...Wait. Who the fuck is that. Fuck. She said she wasn't coming today? Hold on.
A, a package? Delivery? No. It doesn't matter what it is. Right now my happy time, ah, no.
Not happy time, I was in the middle of concentrating.
Something snapped my focus completely. I was just about to cum a second ago. I was right on the edge.
That one doorbell completely shattered my concentration. The hand that had been rubbing stopped dead in its tracks.
Anyway, that doorbell brought me back to my senses.
Did I really just masturbate in a girl's body? At this rate it really feels like I've completely fallen into a female. Already.
...Whatever. I'll think about it later. The sexual desire that had been burning so strongly just moments ago cooled off completely from a single ring.
I heard women don't have a refractory period... that was all bullshit. Some weird post-nut clarity is hitting me anyway.
The aching frustration of not quite finishing is still there, but hoo. It cooled off so much that I can't keep going.
For now, I quickly get dressed. I pull my pants back on and head out, trying to act like nothing happened, steadying my breathing...
Whew. Who the hell is it. Seriously. Did she come back already? She probably didn't hear anything.
"Haah. You said you'd come tomorrow, so why── ...Ah."
"Hiii♫ I was wondering when I should ring the bell. You seemed pretty 'focused'..."
...Pink hair. A cheerful yet arrogant-looking girl.
Ah. It's her.
The bitch who turned me into a woman.