Eventually he let her out, and to her relief, he didn't put her back into the harness after she'd washed. She knew that probably meant he would fuck her again, but she didn't mind if it would buy her some small freedom from the device. Still, he watched her closely to be sure she didn't touch herself.
They all had breakfast together. The other man sat at the table with Mephisto, and she came to realize they were simply friends, whatever sexual encounters they shared. They followed no particular customs or protocols, but talked instead about business, mutual acquaintances, and upcoming club events. Molly sat silent, choked by Mephisto's gag order, and not even fed very well, since Mephisto was distracted by the other man's conversation.
Molly really had no friends she chatted with regularly. There were some people who knew her by name at the club, but they weren't friends in the sense that they might hang out together, or exchange phone calls. For the first time in a while she thought about old friends she'd had, even childhood friends. Stacy, her high school friend that had made her laugh until she cried, and Amy, the crazy girl who was always entertaining her with her active love life. Melinda, her sixth grade friend who had always been a firecracker. Celeste, her middle school friend who had given her her first lesbian kiss. Her first anything kiss. George, a true friend and the first boy who had kissed her, a real kiss in the back of his car. Where were they now? What had become of the Molly who knew them?
But this had probably been his intention, to remind her of the friends she'd lost in the course of choosing her lifestyle. Of the friends she wouldn't make now that she'd devoted all her service and attention to her Master. But if he thought it would upset her, he was wrong. Master meant more to her than a thousand friends. Why did she assume everything Mephisto chose to do had some hidden purpose of hurting her, though? More likely, he just felt like meeting with one of his fuck buddies.
She made her mind go blank, and a familiar peace came over her. It was so much easier to serve than to get caught up in her own needs and frustrations. When Mephisto fed her again, she let her lips linger reverently against his fingers. He looked down at her, perhaps surprised or perhaps pleased. Perhaps he had only forgotten she was there.
A short while later he and the friend went out. Before he left, he locked her in the harness—without the dildos—and looped her leash around the foot of his bed. There was no need for locks or restraints. He knew she wouldn't go anywhere simply because it was his order. He didn't say how long they would be, or give any directions for her to follow in their absence. Molly knew well enough what her directions were. Sit and wait. Don't touch yourself. Don't try to come.
She wished he'd left a book for her at least. He left a cell phone up on the bed, but she knew that was only for an emergency. And an emergency meant a fire or a break-in, not the condition of her unsatisfied clit and pussy. She almost wished he'd left the dildos in, even with the oil tormenting her, because at least she would have had some stimulation. Then again—perhaps some stimulation would have been worse than no stimulation at all.
Molly settled soon, lying down on the floor to wait. At some point she must have fallen asleep, and she was sore when she woke up from sleeping wrong on her shoulder. She rubbed it, trying to soothe the pain. She must have been having sexy dreams because she wanted to rub herself between the legs too. She looked up with a frown at the camera blinking above her. She wouldn't be able to get at her clit anyway, and she certainly wasn't brave enough to risk loosening the harness. It was possible he never checked the camera footage, but remembering the legs-in-the-air strapping she'd endured yesterday as a punishment, she wasn't willing to take any chances. But perhaps...perhaps he would let her come later.
Then again, his guy friend was with him. It had been hours now since he'd used her, and perhaps he wouldn't use her at all today, preferring his male lover. She pouted, still rubbing her shoulder, and then heard their voices out in the other room. Finally.
But they didn't come. She heard noises, impact, groans. They were playing out in the dungeon. The sounds alone were more than enough to arouse her—she was glad she wasn't watching or she'd really be getting turned on. Even so... She parted her knees where she sat, wanting to drag her hungry pussy across the floor. More thuds and guttural groans. A yell that was from the blond man. He was clearly still bottoming. Oh God.
Then silence. Please come fuck me. Please. Molly decided that orgasm denial was ruining her as a slave. She couldn't think of anything but sex. Normally she was very service oriented, but now… What if Mephisto turned her into a sex-crazed maniac just in time for her to be returned to her Master? What would her Master make of her, seeing her like this? She closed her legs and attempted to sit primly.