Theirs.

CH 3: Collar

I just gave a History test. I was like... who the FK asks such silly questions?!!! I nailed it!

Here you go!~ Enjoyyyieee

Smut ahead. Ofc, I will mark the beginning and start of it.

- Wannie

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KANA'S POV...

I looked at the wall clock, it's 10.10. Everything's set. All that is left is for those two to come here and get this over with. I sat there in all my sass, waiting for them. I looked at the piece of paper P'Joss gave me before I came here. "Mew Suppasit Jongcheveevat, twenty-six. Tae Darvid Kreepolerk, twenty-seven," they are pretty young. Even their names sound nice. Let's see if they have any of those idiotic kinks.

I got up and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. As the water ran down my body and I washed myself thoroughly, thoughts ran  wildly into my head. It's been more than just a while since the last time I bottomed. And the last time was terrible. I was in hospital for four days and even had to be on bedrest for two weeks. It's a threesome, one of them would be a top at least. I just hope that their dicks are some good size. Because if not, I mean it, I'm never agreeing to guys again. I've already lost most of my faith in guys when they say, "I have a big gun." I mean, the hugest thing I have ever seen is my own thing!

Nevermind, whatever it is, I have to take it for tonight at least. So, let's hurry and just hope they are gentle on your ass, Kana. That's all you can ever even do. Hope.

I got out of the shower and put my ring back on. I went back to the room in only my bathrobe with boxers under it. It would waste lesser time to strip that ways. I again sat at the swing-chair. This is my favorite part of this room. The window. It has a beautiful view of the city. The lights from all the buildings and traffics bling just perfectly for a night life city's views. It's always beautiful to me. More like, the only thing that's beautiful to me...

Because usually, if women or bottoms, they would dress up and leave me like they must have done to those dolls as little girls; and if men, they leave me like I'm not even a human. I hate men because of such bastards. They fuck you until they're themselves satisfied. They do not care if you're enjoying or even just comfortable or not. They shove their manhood into you, pound into you like animals in heat- at times worse-, grope you, make you into their sex toy, and leave when they're done like you were just air. Either way, you do not matter to anyone once they've fucked you. And it's even worse if you work as a hooker, no matter how man times P'Kao calls it 'Nymph', the fact that we're mere objects used by others for their own pleasure does not change.

And being one of the best, it make your situation even worse. People expect us to be something totally supernatural sort of thing. It's like they want to fuck with gods or something. Always expecting us to be the best at whatever they request. Personally, I hate kinks. I hate calling strangers with weird endearments just because I am their servant for whatever time period they've paid for. It disgusts me. Playing like the one who wants it when all you want is for it to end feels terrible.

There have been times when my 'guests' released multiple times because of how sexy they found me but I couldn't even get myself hard properly. There have been times when I've went on for hours with some woman not even feeling anything. They think I'm hard to please, that I'm such a sass. When in reality, I just was never interested to begin with. They say I'm such a great kisser but I just learnt to mold my lips without any pleasant feelings into others'. That I'm so great at it, no I'm not. I just try to match their energy to satisfy them quickly so they leave me alone and I can live peacefully for the next three weeks.