Page 31 of De Vil

I think I look at Coach and smile around the gag. It's nice of her to come in here. I don't remember when she left. All those emotions are long gone, replaced with not a care in the world. She chuckles and pulls the machine from me.

I whimper and feel the emptiness immediately. "Shh, it's going to be alright, sweet girl." When she releases the clit clamp, I come again. I'm bellowing behind the gag as my back arches off the bed, and I end up pulling on my nipples. My head thrashes against the pillow and Coach places a hand on my stomach.

"Tia, calm down." Doesn't she understand I can't? Every touch or movement sets me off. She yanks the nipple clamps off and unties me. I lie on the bed, still and unwilling to move. I can't. If I do, another orgasm might erupt within me.

I burst into tears as my entire being comes down from the clouds. "Shh, little princess. I've got you, baby. It's going to be alright."

Mommy climbs onto the bed and puts her arms around me, pulling me into her. I curl around her and cry as everything throbs and makes me wonder what's going on. I've never had this type of reaction before, and I’m not sure how to handle it.

"My sweet princess needs to relax, alright?" She strokes my hair and kisses my forehead. "You're overstimulated. It will take a moment to relax. I promise, everything will go back to normal shortly. Deep breaths, little one."

Her words are soft, kind, and exactly what I need. My arm that's not trapped underneath wraps around her waist, and I settle my head against her chest. "You promise not to leave me again?"

Even to my ears, my voice sounds small and uncertain. "Oh, princess, you don't worry about anything. If you are my good girl and do your best not to be bad, we won't have another punishment like this."

"Ok, Mommy." I close my eyes, scared to be bad. Afraid if I say anything else, she might change her mind, and I don't think I could handle that.

The need to have her with me and not leave me again is so strong. I hadn't realized how my past feelings of abandonment would come to haunt me. I shake against her and my tears come harder.

"Hey, it's alright Tia. I swear, you are safe. I won't let anything else happen to you." Mommy gently moves my head so I can see her. "This isn't about today is it?"

How does she know? I shake my head, too caught up in my emotions to speak.

"Talk to me, princess."

"It doesn't matter, Mommy." God, I'm so weak. Why do I even care about any of this?

"I'll be the judge of that. Tell me."

My gut tells me she's not going to leave this alone. Sighing, I trace a circle on her shirt.

"When I was little, my mother abandoned me."

"Right, you became a ward of the state at a young age."

"Well, that's not the only thing. I ran away from my first foster home."

Turning my head, I rest against her chest. Looking at her and seeing pity will only piss me off, and I'll shut down. I'm not sure that would be wise right now. Not when she's being so nice.

The silence expands between us and Mommy keeps rubbing my back. "Go on, Tia."

"It's the reason I honestly hate being touched. Well, I used to not like being touched." A smile pops up, and I can't stop from feeling like maybe I was waiting for Coach to come into my life to allow people in. Maybe. I'm not sure.

"My foster dad, he liked to use his foster kids as punching bags."

Mommy's body goes hard, and I peek up at her. Is she mad at me? She smiles at me and kisses my lips. "It's in the past, sweet princess, but please, continue."

"After social services finally involved themselves, I was placed at an all-girls home. The woman was horrid. She loved to..." I shiver, thinking about what she did. It was worse than the guy. "She loved to tease us with knives. If we talked back, she would tie us up in a closet with her and she would run a knife along our bodies. That's where the scar on my side is from."

"Fuck," Mommy cusses and I chuckle. It diffuses the tension within the room a bit.

"It's no big deal, Mommy." I shrug. I've learned to cope with it and just move past the trauma. Or at least I thought I did until today.

"That's where you're wrong, Tia. It is a big deal, and you should have been protected. I'll never leave you again like this." I can hear the regret in her voice.

"I'm not sure. I don't mind the punishment you gave me. Does that make me weird?"

It's her turn to laugh. "No, sweet girl. It just makes you a kinky little whore. Something I adore about you."

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