Part 2

  Falling…

  Falling…

  Jon was falling.

  He’d been shoved over the edge of the light, and now he was engulfed in a ceaseless darkness that bckened his visions on all sides. The universe hurtled past his vision as he plummeted into the depths of a bottomless abyss, the light above growing terrifyingly distant. His vocal chords failed to produce the scream that so desperately wanted to break free, caught deep in his chest like deadweight.

  A shadow was cast across the point of light above, silhouetted in the shape of a man that stared down at his descent, yet made no attempt to reach for him. Shaking its head, the figure turned to leave, and was repced by two sillhouettes that looked at him with tacit disapproval that made his blood freeze.

  “Mom, Dad… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

  But they didn’t answer. The darkness eclipsed the point of light, and Jon was surrounded in inky bckness.

  At the edge of his vision, a shadow formed against the darkness, its only notable feature the singur eye in the exact center of the tiny blob. Until a row of sharp teeth revealed themselves in a smile, and the blob extended an inky tendril.

  Gulping in fear, Jon reached out for the offered ‘hand’ and was dragged deeper into the abyss below, where he saw-

  Balston Bay, USA02/14/20XX0600

  “MP and Police have still not turned up any information on the Naval officer who suddenly disappeared earlier this month. If anyone has information on Theodore Preslet, please notify the Balston Police immediate-”

  “Mermaids! It was Mermaids down by the beach! They took him and they-”

  Jon’s hand smmed on the radio arm, and he let out a soft groan. Was it morning already? With how cloudy this city was, he found it difficult to tell when night ended and day began. But his first css started in about an hour, which meant a ck of sleep. He’d been meaning to talk to his guidance counselor about adjusting his schedule, but exhaustion kept him from acting upon it.

  Grumbling to himself, Jon rolled off his mattress and onto the floor, nding softly on a pile of clothes. Scooping up an assortment into his arms, he stumbled into the bathroom for his morning shower and-

  The colr!

  Jon looked at himself in the mirror. A young man, with a soft build, and a short crop of hair. A bck leather colr adorning his pale neck.

  Goosebumps shot up his arms as he remembered the events of the previous night. Meeting the woman in the shop, being given a colr, and all that transpired at his apartment after the fact. Hot breath caught in his throat as he recalled it all in vivid detail. How much more alive his body had been, how alert to every one of his touches, and how good it had all made him feel.

  The colr was beautiful. His fingers anxiously reached up towards it, and traced gently along the soft leather, felt the cold metal of the buckle, and traced the loop with a submissive shiver of delight.

  A thought began to creep its way into the back of his mind, stealthily skirting around his many yers of conditioned excuses to impnt itself deep within him.

  What if I wore this to my csses?

  It was a horrible idea. Absolutely not. Disgusting. Wretched. Embarrassing! What would everyone think, of seeing him wearing a colr? Of thinking that he was a degenerate pervert that just wanted to be led around on a leash, and not have to think about-

  And yet, the more he thought about it, the more his member rose to attention, seeming to revel in the thought of being caught. His fingers rose towards the loop attached to the colr, imagining a leash attached to it. The mystery woman in his mind smiling wickedly as she led him deeper into a life of sin, spurred on by his own hidden desires for-

  “Oh god dammit.” He cursed. “I’m really doing this, huh?”

  It certainly seemed that way.

  He looked down at the bundle of dirty clothes in his arms and recoiled in horror. There was no way that he could wear these out in public, they’d look so terrible against the beautiful colr. Heading back into his room and turning the lights on, he gasped again at the piles of clothes on the floor, and the discarded trash that had been discarded.

  How did it get out of control so badly?

  He’d have to deal with that ter. Jon didn’t like having a mess in his apartment, but he’d simply not had the energy to deal with it. Digging into his dresser, he eventually produced a pair of items that were clean, and scarcely used. A white turtleneck and a pair of blue jeans, pressed and folded. His parent had always forbade him from wearing jeans, saying something about them being “hippy” clothing. So the first thing he did after leaving them was to buy a pair of blue jeans.

  Bringing the bundle into his bathroom, he was mildly pleased to see that the bathroom had been well maintained at least. That was a minor win, but still a win!

  Jon slid his way into his clothing, enjoying the feeling of the jeans on his legs. A rainproof green jacket went on over it, as he’d learned to come prepared for rain in Balston. With his backpack strapped firmly on, he began to run towards the bus stop.

  Jon didn’t even notice as he left the holy symbol on his dresser.

  Down his apartment staircase, through the front door, and down the road until he reached Route 5. Main Street was quiet this morning, the sloping hillside lined with shops that had yet to open, but he did appreciate the birds singing in the evergreen trees. The first rays of morning light were beginning to shine upon Mount ____, and having grown up on all sides by ft farmnd, it was quite the majestic sight for Jon.

  Stepping onto the boarding ramp and giving a polite nod to the creepy smiling bus driver, he felt a smile grow on his face as he realized the radio was pying 4Bay, his favorite local indie idol group. Happily tossing his head back and forth to the addictive beats and Rubi’s beautiful voice, Jon was feeling better than he had in… well, ever.

  Watching the quaint scenery of main street fade into the bustling downtown, Jon thought for the first time in a while, that maybe things would be okay. He fingered at the colr beneath his turtleneck and smiled softly.

  Yeah, he could do this!

  Balston University11:34

  Fuck this was such a bad idea.

  Sweat dripped down Jon’s brow as he warily looked around at the students exiting wit him. Did they know? Had they seen the colr? Were they just not saying anything, but thinking cruel thoughts?

  When a hand fell onto his shoulder, Jon let out a tiny squeak as his freeze instincts kicked in.

  Oh God. Oh Geez. Oh No. Oh Fuck.

  “Hey, are you okay?”

  This was it, his life was over. He knew wearing the colr out was a bad idea, surely the dean would find out and kick him out of the University and his parents would send him back to camp-

  “Hey!”

  The loud noise was enough to re-ignite Jon’s freeze instincts, and still his thoughts.

  Right in his face was a beautiful woman dressed simirly to the mystery woman from st night, only instead of a calf-length and frilly skirt, she wore bck trousers, a midriff revealing tank top, and a jacket. Heavy makeup adorned her face, bck lipstick, mascara, eyeshadow, eyeliner, all blended together to give her a devastatingly beautiful appearance. Her skin was exceptionally pale, and her eyes were crimson orbs that sought to devour him.

  “You with me now?”

  Jon still couldn’t find his words, especially not with such a beautiful woman so close to him, so he simply nodded his head in affirmation.

  The woman’s bushy brows narrowed, and she let out an audible sigh. “Yeah, okay. Well, if you’re feeling better I’ll leave you to it.” She turned to leave, but turned around and smiled. “And don’t worry about the colr. It looks really good on you~”

  With her heels ccking down the hallway, Jon was left utterly bewildered by what had just happened. How is it that he met two beautiful goth women, within less than twenty four hours?

  And she’d noticed the colr!

  Heat rose to his cheeks as Jon thought back to what the strange woman had said. He looked… good in it? Why did that make him feel so happy and… excited?

  His thoughts were interrupted by a passing student walking right past him. Oh right, middle of the hallway.

  Jon resumed walking towards his next css, as visions of this second woman holding his leash filtered into his increasingly perverse mind.

  Nicole

  You were right. Goddesses, what a seed.Sent 9:34pm

  Right? Total seed. How did you meet them?Sent 9:35pm

  I happened to bump into them while in the hallway. I don’t know what you did to them, but they decided to wear that colr to csses. Poor thing was freaking out.Sent 9:37pm

  Really? I didn’t even do anything,I just gave them the colr!Sent 9:39pm

  You’re probably right about them being a natural fit for this. There’s a lot of trauma though, so we’ll have to be careful and not break them.Sent 9:42pm

  No trauma like religious trauma.Sent 9:45pm

  Ugh, do not get me started. Anyway, I’ll keep an eye on them throughout the week. You doing okay?Sent 9:48pm

  Honestly, feeling a little drifty. I could use a top up.Sent 9:50pm

  Got it. I think there’s a fascist meeting going on in town, we can split one of them.Sent 9:52pm

  Appreciate it, thanks babe <3Sent 9:55pm

  Anytime xoxoSent 9:58pm

  Balston Bay02/20/20XX8:34 pm

  The week had gone by in a blur for Jon. Barring his initial discomfort at being seen in public, the woman’s kind words had galvanized him into renewed appreciation for his test accessory. He did look good in it, and he loved wearing it. Every fiber of his being awaited in anticipation for the week to be over, when he could see the mystery woman again. A part of him wanted to go back right away, yet a rger part wanted to obey her request for a week.

  Jon had also quietly begun to wonder if the mystery woman at the shop was a witch. He felt much more focused and attentive in csses tely, and spurred on by the pleasurable stimution of the colr, he’d been doing much better on his quizzes, and actively participating in discussions. His teachers had made note of this as well, and complimented Jon on his renewed initiative.

  Perhaps the colr was magic somehow? Spurring him on with renewed energy?

  His libido had grown considerably as well. Every night, he’d go home and release all the pent up lust accumuted throughout the day. Dreaming of how everyone would see him wearing that colr at college, the mystery woman leading him by a leash. She’d be joined by the second woman, and the two would maintain a tight grip as they furthered his descent into a life of debauchery.

  There was a part of his mind that continually pushed back against this rapid onset of corruption, insisting that he could harbor no distractions from getting his degree, and making his parents proud.

  That part was being drowned out by another, unfamiliar part of himself. They’d only just met, and yet Jon could feel that it had been slumbering inside of him all this time, waiting for a chance to break free from containment. It was hungry, starving, and in his exhausted state, he could not deny its demands.

  It was that part of him which now y at the forefront of his mind, as he stood in front of the entrance to Biting Boutique, his breath hot and needy.

  Could he really do this? Step through the door again, and further his descent into corruption?

  With shaky steps, he pressed onward.

  A familiar wash of sacrilege washed over him as he stepped through the front door. How immoral, how perverse was he, to engage in this type of behavior? To be thinking such impure thoughts about two women whose names he didn’t even know yet?

  And then came the voice that he’d been looking forward to hearing all week, and like an eager puppy, he jumped to attention.

  “Welcome back, cutie~ So gd you could make it.”

  Whirling around with enthusiasm, Jon was surprised to see not only the mysterious shopkeep, but the other woman who had helped calm him down. They wore a pair of gleaming smirks that left him locked in pce, knees wobbling.

  “Oh my…” Nicole raised a hand to her mouth, as a wide smirk grew on her face. “We were pnning on taking things slow with you tonight, but you look about ready to burst.” Jon shivered, and looked shamefully down at his shoes.

  “You were right Nicole…” Said the second woman, her own smirk mirthful and dripping with desire. “They really are suited for this.”

  The mystery woman, Nicole, lowered her hand again and allowed her smirk to grow into a full toothed grin. Jon couldn’t help but shiver again at her gleaming canines. “I do know how to spot them, Leona.”

  Nicole and Leona… These two women had been leading him into this, and now he wanted nothing more than to express his gratitude to them. “B-Beautiful names…” He whispered.

  A preening smile adorned Nicole and Leona’s faces at the compliment, which made him feel even more warm and fuzzy than he already had been. He’d made them happy, and that made him feel happy too.

  “Such a sweet thing you are. Come closer, pet.”

  Jon’s legs moved before his thoughts could catch up with him. He took one wobbling step forward, then another, until he was standing directly in front of Nicole, Leona directly behind him and bringing her hands up to his sides. He’d hardly had time to process what the beautiful seductress had called him, yet it felt so right to come from her mouth, and be applied to him.

  “That’s a good pet. Why don’t we get you dressed in something more… suitable?”

  Another pleasurable shiver started in his shoulders and creeped its way down to the base of his spine. He was really in it now, and these two women were going to have their way with him.

  “Yes….” He breathed out needily. “What… whatever you want…”

  A sadistic giggle came from behind as Leona’s hands gripped the hem of his jacket and slowly removed it. “Naturally~ You’re our pet now, after all.”

  “Yes… I’m… I’m your pet.” He brainlessly replied.

  Nicole sauntered her way to him from behind the counter, her bck and cy skirt swaying hypnotically as he looked on in barely concealed envy. His breath nearly caught in his throat as he spotted the leash being held in her hands, promising a reward that he had yearned for all week.

  “You look so delectable right now, pet. I’m sure you’re just aching for us, aren’t you?”

  He nodded, nodded and nodded in confirmation and consent. Nicole grinned deviously as her delicate fingers undid the first button of his shirt, leaving his heated and sensitive skin avaible. Nicole eyed his pale skin with a deep hunger, which only excited her prey even more, until her crimson eyes finally settled on the colr.

  Jon let out a soft whimper at the slight pressure pced on the tormenting object, but her fingers trailed up to grip his chin, and focus his eyes into her own. With her heeled boots, Nicole stood a few inches taller than him, and it was readily apparent as she towered so closely.

  “Now pet, pay attention, this is important.” Jon refocused on her, thoughts cleared for just a moment. “Remember that at any point, you can just say “Sanguine”, and we will stop. That is your control word, remember it well~”

  The delectable pet nodded his head, shivering in delight at the woman’s delicate touch, and gentle care. Her eyes narrowed, and he opened his mouth. “Y-Yes… m-ma’am…”

  Bck cws traced down the side of his face, circling under his chin. “Please…” Her fingers gripped his chin, and her crimson eyes pierced into his green. “Call me Mistress.”

  Gasping in pleasure, the helpless pet let out a soft mewl and nodded his head again. “Y-Yes Mistress!”

  Cwed hands traced down his bare back, and Jon was suddenly reminded of Leona’s presence, still behind him and toying with their shared prey. His Mistresses. God but that felt absolutely amazing. Left bare from the waist up, Leona took him by the leash and led him into the back of the shop, while Nicole switched off the lights and locked the door.

  Jon audibly gulped. His heart was racing with barely contained excitement as the two women gazed at him hungrily, Nicole even going so far as to lick her lips.

  “Now… what to do with you...”