Chapter 41

The drive home from the park was the longest twenty minutes of my life.

I sat in the passenger seat, trembling uncontrollably, the thick silicone dildo still buried deep in my mouth from the face mask. Uncontrollable drool leaked steadily from the corners of the mask, soaking the front of my dress in dark, humiliating patches. The heavy training collar pressed firmly into my throat with every swallow, the word “OWNED” feeling like it was searing itself into my skin. The chastity belt was warm and slick between my legs, my denied clit throbbing painfully against the unyielding metal with every bump in the road.

What have I become?

The thought kept repeating in my mind like a broken record. Just hours ago, I had walked through a public park with a dildo protruding from my face, drooling like an animal, struggling to keep the bulge hidden while Nick led me on a hidden leash. People had stared. Whispered. A woman had pointed. A man had done a double-take. And through it all, I had felt a sick, shameful thrill that made me wetter inside the cage.

Nick drove with one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally reaching over to stroke the exposed black phallus protruding from my mask. His touch was casual, almost affectionate, as if he were petting a beloved pet.

“You did so well in the store,” he murmured, his voice thick with pride. “Everyone could see what a gagged, owned little slut you are. Did you enjoy being exposed like that for your Master?”

I made a muffled, humiliated sound around the thick dildo, nodding desperately. More drool spilled down my chin, dripping onto my chest. Yes, Master. I hated it. I loved it. I don’t know who I am anymore.

The contradiction tore at me. Part of me — the old Hoay, the innocent Singaporean girl who used to blush at simple kisses — was screaming in horror. The other part, the one that had been slowly awakening under Nick’s patient dominance, was addicted to the shame. The way people looked at me. The way the drool ran uncontrollably. The way the chastity belt kept me aching and empty. It all made me feel so small, so owned, so alive.