Olivia Surrenders and You Suffer
A Tiny Love Triangle
chapter 14
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"…make this easy for you. I'm sorry, I can't date an... object... Let alone something of my mom's... Besides, she really seems to love having you around, I couldn't take that from her!" Your heart was shattered into a million pieces as those terrible words feel from Olivia’s lips, declaring her intention to leave you as nothing more than an object for the use of her mother. How could she so callously declare you to be nothing but an object? Had the years you had spent together meant nothing? Would she throw you away so easily? What of the future the two of you had dreamed of together?
As if she was reading your thoughts, Olivia began to explain herself, her fingers rubbing gently against your contorted form. “I didn’t know what to do when mom said how much you’d told her you loved being her possession. It just seemed so inconsistent with what I thought I knew. As if I’d never seen that side of you before.” You wanted to say that you’d never said anything of the sort, but after a week of being endlessly used you couldn’t even move your body, let alone speak, and the brunette continued undeterred. “After you and mom went to bed together, I called Mackenzie. It was late, but I needed to speak to someone I could trust to sort things through, and she was willing to listen.” She smiled softly at thoughts of her helpful friend, while your own blood went icy cold.
You knew that your rival was the absolute worst person she could have asked, and that was only confirmed as Olivia went on. “She suggested that maybe this was what you had truly wanted all along. That even if you’d tried your best to be the boyfriend I wanted, what you really wanted to be was my possession.” Again, you wanted to correct that malicious interpretation of your intent, but your girlfriend forged forward, her confidence seeming to build as she spoke. “You know, I never told you this, but when the two of us first started dating, I confided in Mackenzie. Even way back then she suggested that you might be looking for an owner rather than a girlfriend. I was so mad.” She shook her head, reminiscing on her own foolishness. “But I guess she just always saw you more clearly than I did. I contended the point for so long, but it turns out she was right the whole time.”
Internally, you cursed Mackenzie with every fibre of your being for doing this to you, realising that if you didn’t manage to speak now that your rival was going to win. Regardless of whether she herself ever got to be with Olivia, and you still suspected she wouldn’t, you were going to be doomed. Even as you raged internally however, on the outside you remained a limp sock, still gently cradled in the fingers of your increasingly solemn girlfriend. “I’m not angry at you okay. The signs were there, I just failed to see them.” The smile she shot you then was one of genuine appreciation. “I’m still thankful that you were willing to fill in for mom’s bikini when she needed, and I know you didn’t do it out of any selfish desire. But I guess… once you realised that you could have what you’d always wanted if you just stayed with my mother, you couldn’t go back. I can’t pretend that I know what it’s like, but it’s clear from what mom’s told me that this is pure bliss for you. I won’t take you away from that.”
When you found yourself brought towards the brunette’s face, you thought that if you could just make a sound, any sound, you might yet salvage this situation. It was clear that Olivia wasn’t just throwing you away because she didn’t want to be with you, so if you could just say something, you could be saved. Yet, there was nothing you could do as you were brought to her lips and given a single soft lingering kiss, landing somewhere around your abdomen but treasured all the same by your despairing mind as she pulled back to speak once more. “I truly loved you Andrew, and I still love you. Please don’t ever doubt that. But I… I can’t bring myself to see you as an object, and I can’t see myself in a relationship with an object either. So… I’m going to step back and leave you with your new love. I really appreciate that you worked so hard to be what I wanted you to be, even though it went against what you truly desired. Thank you for three wonderful years. I’ll never forget them.”
Desperate beyond all measure, you tried as hard as you could to move. To twitch. To do anything at all. By some miracle you managed the barest of shifts, a movement so small that most wouldn’t have noticed, though you were so close to her face that Olivia did indeed see it. For a sliver of a moment as her eyes shone in recognition you hoped that you may yet be saved, but at the sad but sincere smile that crossed her lips you knew that it was for nought. “I can’t hear you Andrew, but I get it. You want to go back to your mistress huh? It’s okay, I know that you loved me too, you don’t need to say anything. I just wanted to say goodbye. Make her happy okay. The both of you mean so much to me, and I can tell that she loves you deeply as well. I think maybe the two of you were meant to be.”
You try to cry out, but there’s nothing you can do as Olivia leaves her room once more, carrying you back towards Elizabeth’s room. The last thing you hear from her before she steps back into the dark bedroom is a quite “Goodbye Andrew, I love you”, making you want to cry all the more. Before you, your legal owner was splayed on her back, still asleep but with her face twisted in obvious distress as her bare foot moved unconsciously across the sheets, cold and searching for its missing sock. While you despaired, your girlfriend smiled softly at the sight, happy that you had found an owner that clearly loved you so much that even in sleep she missed you deeply. She spared no more words for you as she moved forward and placed a hand on the shifting foot, eliciting a sigh from her mother as she carefully pulled you back over the appendage, filling you once more with the taste of feet.
There was nothing you could do as you were returned to this hell, silently crying as Olivia left you behind without a backwards glance, and the foot of your mistress welcomed you home as the toes happily shifted within you and you found yourself rubbed forcibly against her other foot. Unable to sleep, you’d spend the night wondering just how things had come to this. How you were ever going to get out of this situation now that your one true love had abandoned you. By contrast, Elizabeth slept soundly, the momentary discomfort of your absence quickly forgotten as she returned to happy dreams of endless days spent playing with her little tiny. Loving and treasuring him forever.
When morning finally came you found your exhausted form removed for your owner’s morning shower, only to be picked up once more as a notification from Tiny2Go! reminded her of your many uses, and you found yourself pressed into service as both a loafer and towel in rapid succession. By the time the curvy woman headed downstairs to meet her daughter for breakfast, you had again been returned to your seminal role as a thong, stretched painfully around the bulk of her immense rear. While you suffered, Elizabeth smiled brightly as she greeted Olivia and flicked through a series of new notifications on her phone, giggling at the cheery “Good morning, Mistress Elizabeth!! I love you!!! Please make use of me today as well.” she’d received from your virtual avatar and dropping herself onto a stool with more force than needed to let you know that she loved you too.
Sliding a cup of freshly brewed coffee to her mother, Oliva took her own seat across from the older woman, waiting a few moments for your owner to finally pull her eyes away from her phone to address the elephant in the room. “Mom. I’ve thought things through, and I’ve decided to break up with Andrew. He’s a great guy, but he’s clearly happier being yours than he was with me.” While she’d put on a brave front when speaking to you, the brunette couldn’t stop the single tear that ran down her cheek as she spoke. “We had a talk last night while you were sleeping, and we’ve decided that this is what is best for both of us. So…” She smiled sadly. “I wish you and him all the best.”
“Oh honey.” Instantly switching into mother-mode, Elizabeth rose from her seat and stepped around the table to embrace her daughter in a tight hug, cradling the other girl’s head against her amble bosom. “I’m sorry. I wish things could have been different, but I think you’re doing what’s best. I’m sure my little Drew-Boo never meant to hurt you, and you know I always want you to be happy, but after everything he’s told me, I don’t think things could just go back to normal.” Of course, if Olivia had truly wanted you back, or if you’d asked her to let you go, Elizabeth would have handed you over, even if she’d have missed you terribly. But, with you begging her to be used everyday and her daughter now recognising that this was all for the best, she was only too happy to keep using you.
Pulling back a little from the embrace, Olivia smiled up at her mother, happy to receive her words of comfort. A moment later she smirked a little as the words truly sunk in. “Drew-Boo?” For her part, your owner blushed scarlet as she realised she had slipped up. “Ah, sorry. Andrew just seemed so impersonal with how close we are right now, so I thought I’d give him a pet-name, but I haven’t even gotten the chance to run it by him yet so I shouldn’t use it yet.” The older woman chewed her lip nervously but was put at ease as her daughter laughed it off. “It’s fine mom. It’s cute. I’m sure he’ll love it.” Just a few weeks ago the brunette could never have imagined saying something like that. But she hadn’t known your true desires then. Now that she did, she felt she knew your heart better.
Now that the issue of your ownership had been resolved, what lays in store for you today?
As if she was reading your thoughts, Olivia began to explain herself, her fingers rubbing gently against your contorted form. “I didn’t know what to do when mom said how much you’d told her you loved being her possession. It just seemed so inconsistent with what I thought I knew. As if I’d never seen that side of you before.” You wanted to say that you’d never said anything of the sort, but after a week of being endlessly used you couldn’t even move your body, let alone speak, and the brunette continued undeterred. “After you and mom went to bed together, I called Mackenzie. It was late, but I needed to speak to someone I could trust to sort things through, and she was willing to listen.” She smiled softly at thoughts of her helpful friend, while your own blood went icy cold.
You knew that your rival was the absolute worst person she could have asked, and that was only confirmed as Olivia went on. “She suggested that maybe this was what you had truly wanted all along. That even if you’d tried your best to be the boyfriend I wanted, what you really wanted to be was my possession.” Again, you wanted to correct that malicious interpretation of your intent, but your girlfriend forged forward, her confidence seeming to build as she spoke. “You know, I never told you this, but when the two of us first started dating, I confided in Mackenzie. Even way back then she suggested that you might be looking for an owner rather than a girlfriend. I was so mad.” She shook her head, reminiscing on her own foolishness. “But I guess she just always saw you more clearly than I did. I contended the point for so long, but it turns out she was right the whole time.”
Internally, you cursed Mackenzie with every fibre of your being for doing this to you, realising that if you didn’t manage to speak now that your rival was going to win. Regardless of whether she herself ever got to be with Olivia, and you still suspected she wouldn’t, you were going to be doomed. Even as you raged internally however, on the outside you remained a limp sock, still gently cradled in the fingers of your increasingly solemn girlfriend. “I’m not angry at you okay. The signs were there, I just failed to see them.” The smile she shot you then was one of genuine appreciation. “I’m still thankful that you were willing to fill in for mom’s bikini when she needed, and I know you didn’t do it out of any selfish desire. But I guess… once you realised that you could have what you’d always wanted if you just stayed with my mother, you couldn’t go back. I can’t pretend that I know what it’s like, but it’s clear from what mom’s told me that this is pure bliss for you. I won’t take you away from that.”
When you found yourself brought towards the brunette’s face, you thought that if you could just make a sound, any sound, you might yet salvage this situation. It was clear that Olivia wasn’t just throwing you away because she didn’t want to be with you, so if you could just say something, you could be saved. Yet, there was nothing you could do as you were brought to her lips and given a single soft lingering kiss, landing somewhere around your abdomen but treasured all the same by your despairing mind as she pulled back to speak once more. “I truly loved you Andrew, and I still love you. Please don’t ever doubt that. But I… I can’t bring myself to see you as an object, and I can’t see myself in a relationship with an object either. So… I’m going to step back and leave you with your new love. I really appreciate that you worked so hard to be what I wanted you to be, even though it went against what you truly desired. Thank you for three wonderful years. I’ll never forget them.”
Desperate beyond all measure, you tried as hard as you could to move. To twitch. To do anything at all. By some miracle you managed the barest of shifts, a movement so small that most wouldn’t have noticed, though you were so close to her face that Olivia did indeed see it. For a sliver of a moment as her eyes shone in recognition you hoped that you may yet be saved, but at the sad but sincere smile that crossed her lips you knew that it was for nought. “I can’t hear you Andrew, but I get it. You want to go back to your mistress huh? It’s okay, I know that you loved me too, you don’t need to say anything. I just wanted to say goodbye. Make her happy okay. The both of you mean so much to me, and I can tell that she loves you deeply as well. I think maybe the two of you were meant to be.”
You try to cry out, but there’s nothing you can do as Olivia leaves her room once more, carrying you back towards Elizabeth’s room. The last thing you hear from her before she steps back into the dark bedroom is a quite “Goodbye Andrew, I love you”, making you want to cry all the more. Before you, your legal owner was splayed on her back, still asleep but with her face twisted in obvious distress as her bare foot moved unconsciously across the sheets, cold and searching for its missing sock. While you despaired, your girlfriend smiled softly at the sight, happy that you had found an owner that clearly loved you so much that even in sleep she missed you deeply. She spared no more words for you as she moved forward and placed a hand on the shifting foot, eliciting a sigh from her mother as she carefully pulled you back over the appendage, filling you once more with the taste of feet.
There was nothing you could do as you were returned to this hell, silently crying as Olivia left you behind without a backwards glance, and the foot of your mistress welcomed you home as the toes happily shifted within you and you found yourself rubbed forcibly against her other foot. Unable to sleep, you’d spend the night wondering just how things had come to this. How you were ever going to get out of this situation now that your one true love had abandoned you. By contrast, Elizabeth slept soundly, the momentary discomfort of your absence quickly forgotten as she returned to happy dreams of endless days spent playing with her little tiny. Loving and treasuring him forever.
When morning finally came you found your exhausted form removed for your owner’s morning shower, only to be picked up once more as a notification from Tiny2Go! reminded her of your many uses, and you found yourself pressed into service as both a loafer and towel in rapid succession. By the time the curvy woman headed downstairs to meet her daughter for breakfast, you had again been returned to your seminal role as a thong, stretched painfully around the bulk of her immense rear. While you suffered, Elizabeth smiled brightly as she greeted Olivia and flicked through a series of new notifications on her phone, giggling at the cheery “Good morning, Mistress Elizabeth!! I love you!!! Please make use of me today as well.” she’d received from your virtual avatar and dropping herself onto a stool with more force than needed to let you know that she loved you too.
Sliding a cup of freshly brewed coffee to her mother, Oliva took her own seat across from the older woman, waiting a few moments for your owner to finally pull her eyes away from her phone to address the elephant in the room. “Mom. I’ve thought things through, and I’ve decided to break up with Andrew. He’s a great guy, but he’s clearly happier being yours than he was with me.” While she’d put on a brave front when speaking to you, the brunette couldn’t stop the single tear that ran down her cheek as she spoke. “We had a talk last night while you were sleeping, and we’ve decided that this is what is best for both of us. So…” She smiled sadly. “I wish you and him all the best.”
“Oh honey.” Instantly switching into mother-mode, Elizabeth rose from her seat and stepped around the table to embrace her daughter in a tight hug, cradling the other girl’s head against her amble bosom. “I’m sorry. I wish things could have been different, but I think you’re doing what’s best. I’m sure my little Drew-Boo never meant to hurt you, and you know I always want you to be happy, but after everything he’s told me, I don’t think things could just go back to normal.” Of course, if Olivia had truly wanted you back, or if you’d asked her to let you go, Elizabeth would have handed you over, even if she’d have missed you terribly. But, with you begging her to be used everyday and her daughter now recognising that this was all for the best, she was only too happy to keep using you.
Pulling back a little from the embrace, Olivia smiled up at her mother, happy to receive her words of comfort. A moment later she smirked a little as the words truly sunk in. “Drew-Boo?” For her part, your owner blushed scarlet as she realised she had slipped up. “Ah, sorry. Andrew just seemed so impersonal with how close we are right now, so I thought I’d give him a pet-name, but I haven’t even gotten the chance to run it by him yet so I shouldn’t use it yet.” The older woman chewed her lip nervously but was put at ease as her daughter laughed it off. “It’s fine mom. It’s cute. I’m sure he’ll love it.” Just a few weeks ago the brunette could never have imagined saying something like that. But she hadn’t known your true desires then. Now that she did, she felt she knew your heart better.
Now that the issue of your ownership had been resolved, what lays in store for you today?
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