Untying the Knot: Ally's Story
Copyright© 2026 by FyreFoss88
Chapter 22: Dressed
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 22: Dressed - 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
Trix took the bottom of the damp dress in her hands and lifted it. She sniffed it.
Oh, my God, you’ve cleaned it!
She seemed over the moon.
Ally, but how?
I pointed over my shoulder at the busted detergent capsule still slowly leaking on the side of the sink.
Did you steal it? She asked, a devilish grin on her face.
Aaron got it for me, I said.
Aaron the warden?
Yes, Trix, I said.
How ... did you ... what?
Just like the collar, I said, I copied your idea.
Any joy that had been on Trix’s face was now absent. She ran her hands through her curls.
You sucked his damn dick? She asked.
She looked like she was about to cry.
I thought you would be happy, I said, looking at the floor.
I didn’t see her coming. She - I guess - backhanded me with such force that I fell from my kneeling position. I put my arm out to break my fall. Tears stung my eyes.
You dirty, nasty, horrible little fucking whore, she said.
I cried.
You thought I would be happy? She snapped. Happy that you went behind my back to give yourself to someone else? For a fucking washing tablet? Are you fucking sick in the damn head, bitch!?
She aimed a kick at my stomach and I flinched, but she didn’t follow through. Why did part of me want her to?
I’m sorry, Trix, I’m sorry, I thought-
There’s your fucking problem, you stupid fucking slut, she said, dropped to her knees and leaning over me, that’s exactly the fucking damn problem. You leave the thinking to me, you dumb bitch.
But the collar...
Was special, she hissed, and she spat onto the side of my face. I could pimp you out to anyone in this damn building for a whole damn store’s worth of trinkets and benefits. Damn, I fucking well should now. But I didn’t, did I? The collar was special, Ally, because it showed you would do anything for me, the most degrading fucking submissive act. I’ve spent my life on my knees in front of men and I know how it feels. I told you give that fat fuck head and you did it without question, without hesitation, and I knew that you were mine. I asked that of you, that is what made it so special. Now it’s all ruined.
I’m sorry, I wailed, I’m so sorry...
It was easy, wasn’t it, huh? Easy to just get through those few minutes and there we go, what you wanted is now in your hands?
I nodded through my tears.
Well, how long until the next thing you want, Ally? She asked. How long until you think, huh, I just have to get on my knees again and open my damn mouth and then I can get what I want? How long before you’re opening your legs? Then your fucking ass? How long ‘til there’s a queue down the damn corridor ‘cos everyone’s caught wind that the little bitch Ally in 4A’s giving it away for next to nothing and now everyone wants a piece?
Part of me began to wonder how much of Trix’s past was bleeding in to this situation. She had after all supposedly escalated from prostitute to full-blown addict. She also had clearly either ignored or forgotten details of my own past. I had done this many times before. It was no big leap for me to give myself to a man in return to a favor. But I guess now, I belonged to her. I should have asked permission. I understood what she was saying but I was still taken aback by her reaction.
Should I hang a sign on the damn door? She asked. How much for a blow, Ally? How much is a washing detergent capsule worth? Just one? Thirty cents?
She got to her feet.
Get me a pencil and paper, dumb cheap bitch sucks cock for thirty cents, round up, round up!
She was losing it.
I kept expecting her to hit me, but she didn’t. She took her shoes and sweats off and curled up under her blankets in just her tank top, leaving me on the floor shivering. She fell asleep. I dared not move from the floor. I must have been there for at least an hour before the food boxes being slid through the hatch woke her up.
Bring them to me, she said, rousing.
Glad to be up off the floor, I stumbled as I went for the food. My leg had gone dead from the position I had been lying in. I scooped up the boxes and took them to her.
Kneel, she said.
I knelt in front of her as she opened the top box and ate. It was chicken pasta. I watched her put away every last bite.
Come with me, she said, wiping her mouth.
She walked with the second box of food over to the toilet. She opened it and poured it into the bowl.
There you go, she said, it’s in there if you want it.
I didn’t say or do anything, I just watched.
Oh, I almost forgot, she said.
She’d been on the way back to the bed but she turned around, pulled down her panties and sat. She pissed into the toilet.
There we go, all done, she said.
She smiled at me, pulled up her panties and went back to bed.
I didn’t eat the pasta. I wasn’t sure if she expected me to, but I had no desire to put myself through that willingly. Instead I lay back down on the floor and watched her back rise and fall with her breathing.
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