Isn't Mija afraid? Wonbin could just lock her in a cage and keep her prisoner..no one would know

ㅤㅤ" i mean, i guess he could... but i don't think he'd do something as extreme as that... would he? " a blush paints her face with embarrassment and arousal, somewhat ashamed to admit that the idea was exciting to her. she's just so grateful to have someone to talk to about him that she doesn't even stop to question who the stranger is or how they know about her... predicament. " besides, i wouldn't mind if he did. i'd hope that no one noticed i was gone, but i just know that my boyfriend would ruin it for me and report me as missing. " and the mere thought of him hypothetically cock-blocking her is enough to make even her sweet voice take on a bitter edge.

A package was delivered to Mija's home, a black box adorned with a black ribbon and a neat bow. Inside, nestled in a bed of black tull, a girthy, long and pastel pink vaginal plug with straps to be kept in place, nipple clamps and a note: "Wear it to church tomorrow. Worship your false god and confess your sins to the pastor. Wear it underneath your Sunday dress, don't forget to keep your modesty." It was signed with a simple W. What it didn't say was that there was something missing from the toy delivered, a remote still in Wonbin's possession.

ㅤㅤsaturday evenings are pretty routine for mija. half of her day would be spent at her boyfriends, helping his family with their part in the preparation for sunday's service, and spending the rest of her day at home, helping her own parents do the same. the nights are spent in silent yearning — damp strawberry patterned duvet bunched between her thighs and a chain of their text messages lighting up the screen of her charmed up phone. this part of her routine had become more of a daily habit — her obsession with him growing unhealthier by the day. but she doesn't notice, and she wouldn't even care if she did.

ㅤㅤshe's rosy cheeked when her mother's voice from outside of her door halted her movements, stuffing her phone under the pillow to hide her dirty secret — taking a moment in front of the mirror to straighten herself up before opening the door. a gift from your boyfriend, apparently. but her boyfriend doesn't give her gifts, and that's why she's smiling so much as she snatched it from her mother's hands, thanking her profusely before closing the door in her face to jump back on the bed and open the prettily packaged present.

ㅤㅤshe turns the volume up on her television before opening, pearly whites toying with her lower lip as she blushes at the sight of the toy — sheepishly reaching in to wrap around the thick plug, holding it up like a spectacle. her first ever toy. a major upgrade from the dishevelled duvet, and she's too clueless to notice that there was a missing component. she eyes it up for a moment or two, fiddling with the straps before placing it back gently in the box and taking the note out instead, the words going straight to her cunt as she swallows thickly, already thinking of a hiding place to stash the note to keep forever. she presses the paper against her nose, closing her eyes as she smells the faintest hint of his cologne — falling back against her pillows as she clutched the note against her heart, reaching behind to fish her phone out from her underneath her head to send a text.

mija: i love it so much! it's so pretty mija: and it's my favourite colour! thank you, my lord -`♡´- mija: can i use it tonight? mija: or should i save it for tomorrow? mija: and do i confess all of my sins? even ours?

Making presents wasn't usual for Wonbin, not unless it was for his own benefit. Which in this case it obviously was. She was his favorite bit of entertainment lately, one had to give her that. Seeing how he had the gift delivered by his own personnel, it was easy to tell why his phone was lighting up with text messages not too long after. [ msg to M ] you gotta learn to follow instructions [ msg to M ] so you can fuck yourself with it all night and get used to it? There's no fun in that [ msg to M ] remember what I told you would happen if my name ever left your lips to someone? [ msg to M ] tell him all your dirty fantasies. [ msg to M ] tell him your nipples are clamped because it reminds you of a man's teeth pulling at them. tell him your cunt is stuffed and stretched because it's what you were made for. that's enough to have you dripping all over the confession bench.

ㅤㅤshe waits as patiently as she can for his response, eyeing up the temporarily forbidden toy — seeing stars as she imagines what it will feel like to wear it in a room of her respected peers and seniors tomorrow morning. she drops it shamefully when her phone buzzes, laying on her side with her face to the door, still cautious of possible trespassers as the words on her screen go straight to her cunt.

mija: i'm sorry, lord :( i'm still learning! mija: it's just so pretty... but i'm a good girl! i can wait! mija: can i show you how it fits tomorrow morning? mija: i'd never tell anyone, i promise... the only time i ever say your name is when i'm praying in my room at night and no one can hear mija: yes, sir ♡ i'll tell him that it's my duty to keep my pussy stretched out for my lord. and that every inch of me was made for god mija: can i at least cum tonight? i'll set my camera up to show you!