Threat of Annihilation

Chapter 7 - Chained

Warning: Swearing, smut, bdsm, futa, strap on, aphrodisiac  

"What the fuck..?" I say to myself in disbelief when the harness finishes forming around me. It felt cold, but the pressure being taken off of my neck was admittedly a relief.

"Marigold what the actual fuck. No." I say as I try to pry it off in whatever way I can. Scissors, my hands, nothing worked at first but my magic came the closest to undoing it, but the harness suddenly restricted around me, forcefully choking the air out of my lungs alarmingly fast. Needless to say it warded off any other attempts I had in mind to remove it. In frustration and  defeat, I could do nothing but go back to bed and hope she removes it soon.

The horrible truth of the matter is how this new harness was far more comfortable than the collar. It caused me no pain, didn't feel heavy at all and I slept perfectly fine with it on. It didn't rub uncomfortably on my skin with how well it wrapped around me, so wearing most clothes over it was fine, but it made wearing a bra even more unbearable than before, so most days I didn't bother wearing them.

It must have been so much fun for Marigold. I tried to see her every day, only for her to miraculously disappear. I went the professional way and requested a meeting, I got told that was impossible and to wait for the meeting at the end of the week she already had scheduled with me. Marigold would consistently restrict my harness at the absolute worst of times, when I was mid conversation, mid battle, trying to concentrate with work...It was hell. 

And then one fateful night, when I was just trying to relieve myself from the stress of it all...the harness would tighten every time I got close to finishing...and when I pushed through, finishing regardless the harness coincidentally ceased all movement and I felt so embarrassed. If she somehow knew what I was doing, than she knew what I just finished...oh lord that's horrible...me enjoying it was horrible...I feel like she crossed a line. I need to speak with her no matter what. 

With some help of others, like Abigail and Georgia, the nice lady who told me about the meeting in the first place, any new order to reschedule my meeting with Marigold was delayed and I could not have been more thankful. Now with both our schedules completely free, and our meeting just around the corner, I swiftly finished any work I had before promptly heading to her office. 

"Marigold." I say entering her office, pushing past the humongous doors, several sharp spikes appeared all around me and stopped just before stabbing me, disappearing once Marigold noticed it was me. I felt bewitched, almost forgetting my anger and why I was there...She wasn't wearing her mask, her piercing bluey green eyes peering into my soul. I almost melted when I saw how her expression soften from one of frustration to one of calmed relief. This is going to make things much harder for me...she is so beautiful...

Not wanting any one else to see her, I quickly shut and locked it behind me and, I didn't care whatever fucking else this woman had going on today, no one else was coming into this office. 

"We need to talk." I said, approaching her desk. I hated how I almost forgot why I came here just by looking at her again. She placed her pen down and crossed her arms over her chest with a smug grin over her lips.

"You have overstepped pet." She said before the harness clammed down onto me, I gasped and fell to my knee, unbuttoning my jacket and removing it to help myself feel less suffocate. I glared and stood, walking to her desk with difficulty and holding onto it for balance, my jacket falling to the floor as I slowly lost all of my breath.

"S-Sorry, but that's what I'm here....to talk about...you hypocrite." I said, falling to my knees again, still holding onto the desk trying to breath. To no surprise It tightened even more.