Untying the Knot: Ally's Story
Copyright© 2026 by FyreFoss88
Chapter 10: Visited
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 10: Visited - A promiscuous young woman is committed to a controversial sex addiction clinic where she must contend with both the staff and patients (or should that be ‘inmates’?). Untying the Knot is an examination of erotica, submission, and the terrible things people do to each other when seeking meaning in their lives and in their actions; both at a personal and institutional level.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Sharing BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Enema Exhibitionism Fisting Flatulence Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Spitting Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Public Sex Cat-Fighting Revenge Violence
The rest of the first week sailed by with little to no fanfare. Lena remained in the coma, and as far as I could tell, no investigation into her incident had began. I attended my group sessions, and even started one on one work with a life coach called Emma.
Emma was really pretty, and very friendly. She had a black bob and always wore intense red lipstick.
We hadn’t really gotten into the meat of anything yet. We were recapping my history, and the classes I had attended thus far at Renew. She explained that the real work on how to build tools for dealing with sex and relationships in the modern world would start next week. She would need to review my file first and customize her advice to my case.
Maybe it would be a waste of time, but I had a good feeling about Emma. She was the only person I’d met working here that seemed to genuinely care about me.
Trix and I were going strong. Every morning and evening I brought her off, but I stopped playing with her ass again as the length of time between showers increased.
Every night before bed, she held me by the neck and struck me as I rubbed myself to orgasm. She had started to hold me for a moment afterward, which I’d grown to like as much as coming.
On our sixth night, whilst reading together on Trix’s bunk, I had started to massage Trix’s feet. I’m not sure if she had ever had someone do this for her before, as she got pretty worked up, to the point where she fingered herself to orgasm as I sucked on her toes. Watching her fuck herself was its own reward. That night I woke from strange dreams and brought myself off in my own bunk wondering how it would feel to rub my pussy against her toes.
Things were settling into some kind of fucked up routine, and things were going too well for me, and so the seventh day brought with it a conundrum. As Trix and I walked to the main hall at the beginning of the day, the warden who had choked me after I called him fat took me by the shoulder and led me away.
No morning session for you today, he said, you’ve got a visitor.
My stomach dropped in a nasty way and I felt like I immediately needed to use the toilet.
It would either be Garth or my mother, and I wasn’t even sure if my Mom knew I was in a facility like this.
I hadn’t really given Garth a second thought after he had fucking dumped me here.
I belonged to Trix now, at least in my head.
I was led to a room I had never been in before. It was about half the size of the main hall where everyone had their daily sessions. There were four or five people sat on various benches around the hall. Garth was one of them.
We locked eyes, and he smiled weakly. My memory of him seemed different from the reality. As if the edges around the image I had of him had started to blur. Yet, here was the real thing, undeniable in his clarity.
The warden walked me over and sat me down.
Ally, thank God, I was beginning to think they were never going to bring you out - that you’d refused to come!
Please remain seated sir, the fat warden said.
He put up a hand as Garth had got out of his seat to greet me.
Yes, right, Garth floundered.
He tucked his greasy blonde hair behind his ears and sat down, scooting the chair up close to the table and putting down his elbows.
The warden pointed to the chair opposite and so I sat.
You have one hour, said the warden. Conversations are monitored for safety and security purposes.
The warden pointed up. An array of microphones on boom arms had been mounted to the ceiling.
Wait, that’s not legal! Garth protested. In prisons, you would have to get-
This is not a prison, the warden said plainly, this is a private facility, whose terms you both consented to firstly during admission of the patient and again when you signed in this morning, sir.
Garth opened and closed his mouth but didn’t say anything.
It’s OK, Garth, I said. It’s just what they do here. They want to keep an eye on us at all times to make sure that we are healing.
The warden gave me a funny look, but then walked off.
Jesus, that was intense, said Garth.
His big blue eyes watered behind his glasses.
I’ve missed you so much, Ally, he said, reaching out and taking my hands.
My instinct was to pull away, but I fought it.
I can’t believe you put me in a place like this, I hissed at him.
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