"So what don't you like about vomiting," Dave asked.
The three women were sitting in the living room of his stylish loft. Their chairs were arranged in a circle and they were all looking at each other.
Nina went first, "Well, I don't like the feeling. Feeling all that food in your stomach trying to come out."
"No one likes feeling sick," Dave said. "But why are you afraid of it?"
"Well," Nina shrugged. "I just get so embarrassed. It's so disgusting, losing control like that... people seeing what you ate earlier... It's just so embarrassing."
Tara and Chloe nodded along.
"Have you ever made yourself throw up on purpose?" Dave asked.
"No, of course not," Tara chimed in, and the other girls mumbled in agreement.
"That's a classic sign of this phobia," Dave said. "Nina, why don't you tell us about the last time you threw up?"
"Oh... I can't. I don't even want to talk about it." She said, shifting in her chair. She looked down at the floor. "It was last year... I got food poisoning from some shrimp pasta. I was out shopping with some friends when I started feeling it, so of course I left quickly. I knew I had to get home if I was going to get sick. I was driving so fast, but I felt so awful... it started trying to come up while I was still driving, almost to my apartment. I was gagging a little bit and burping... I kept swallowing it down, until I finally got to my front door. I ran inside and slammed the door, and tried to make it to the bathroom, but I couldn't... I just had to get it out of my stomach, there was nothing I could do. So I..."
"Come on Nina. You have to say it if you want to get over your fear." Dave said.
"I ran inside, closed the door and... vomited all over my living room floor." Nina said, lowering her face in shame. "It was so humiliating even though no one saw... I got the first wave up- the pasta that made me sick. But it just kept coming. I couldn't stop until everything inside my stomach was splattered on the hardwood floor."
"Why did you hate it so much?" Dave asked.
"Because I was ashamed that I had done something so disgusting." Nina said bitterly.
**
Dave had started the support group for women with emetophobia- an irrational fear of vomiting. He wasn't a doctor- just a guy who knew he could help... and who wanted to meet women who were afraid of vomiting. Nothing excited him more than these innocent young women, so ashamed of the times they had emptied their stomachs, and terrified of when they would do it again.
That's why he was thrilled when Nina came up to him after the meeting and said, "I think talking about this is really helping. I used to be terrified all the time that I might get sick, but I'm not so paranoid anymore. Do you... want to get dinner sometime?"
He took her out on a couple of dates, and they didn't talk much about the support group. It wasn't until after a few weeks that Dave decided to do what he had wanted from the beginning- help Nina face her phobia.
They started off the night with dinner, then went to a movie, then ended up back at his loft drinking coffee. When they moved to the bedroom, and started fooling around, Dave proposed something new.
"How about a little bondage?" He suggested.
"Ooh," Nina said, grinning. "I've never done that before, but it sounds fun." Despite her timidness, Nina seemed to have a kinky curiosity.
"Take your clothes off and lay on your stomach on the bed," Dave instructed. Nina complied, and Dave guided her arms behind her back, and bound her wrists to her ankles, so she was hogtied with bondage tape.
"What do you have in store for me now?" Nina asked, expecting the usual petting and making out. But she was in for a huge shock.
"Listen Nina," Dave said seriously. "I think tonight would be a good night for you to try to cope with your phobia."
"What? What do you mean?"
"The best way to overcome a fear, is to face it. You need to face your fear of vomiting."
"But I don't need to vomit. I don't feel sick at all." She said.
"You can't just wait until the next time you feel sick and try to be less afraid whenever that happens. That's not facing a fear. You need to accept that this terrifying thing is going to happen to you right now, and cope with it. I knew you would never do it on your own, so I'm going to help you. I'm going to put my fingers down your throat and make you vomit several times, and you will see that nothing bad happens. It's not the end of the world."
Nina looked panicked. "No! Please don't. You can't!"
"Yes, Nina. This will help you."
"Please! Any other night! Not tonight. I ate so much at dinner... and the movie. Please don't. It's going to be disgusting. I can't let you see me do this! Please. I can't do something so disgusting."
Dave approached her, and said, "This is why you have this phobia- you are terrified of doing something so disgusting, and you spend your whole life trying to control it and make sure it doesn't happen. But tonight, you can't control it. I picked tonight on purpose; I know you ate a lot at dinner, and then you had those nachos and popcorn and candies at the movie. I picked a time when you would be most afraid of throwing up, because you'll be stronger when you get through it."
"Please!" She begged, tears running out of her eyes. "It's too disgusting... the food wont be digested..."
"I know, Nina. I'm going to force you to do something disgusting. You're going to make disgusting faces, and noises... and worst of all, that food sitting in your stomach is going to come up out of your mouth. I put you in the middle of the bed because I want you to vomit all over the quilt and see how much was inside you. Normally, you are a beautiful, refined girl, but tonight you are going to get really sick and make a disgusting mess. But when it's done, you'll see that you're okay."
Nina sobbed and clenched her mouth shut.
"I knew you would try to fight this," Dave said. "It can only be expected of someone with your phobia."
Dave gently forced her jaw open, and pushed two fingers into her mouth. She tried to struggle, but with her arms and legs bound behind her, it wasn't much use. Dave began thrusting his fingers into her throat.
"Relax and get ready," He instructed. "This is going to make you throw up. Just accept what your body does."
She coughed and sputtered.
"Good girl," Dave said. "Your throat is trying to get my fingers out. Soon your body will try to clear your throat by vomiting. It may take a while though. It's always hard to get started at first."
He patiently thrust his fingers deeper into the bound girl's moist throat as tears streamed down her face. Her slick muscles contracted every time her pushed deeper.
"Are you feeling nauseous yet?" He asked, and paused briefly for her to answer.
"Please stop!" She begged.
"No, Nina. You know I'm not going to stop until your stomach is empty. Just try to calm down and answer the question."
Nina whimpered, and said quietly. "Yes, I'm getting very nauseous."
"That's good," Dave said. He put his fingers back down Nina's throat, and this time she coughed and gave in to a violent gag. Inspired by his progress, he forced his fingers deeper, in and out, making her convulse, gag, and dry heave. He slid them in once more, forcing her to gag and burp loudly.
"See?" He said. "Look how disgusting I can make you be. I put my fingers down your throat, and you tried to burp them out. I wonder what other sick things you'll do while you try to empty your stomach?"
He forced his fingers down again, and Nina involuntarily extended her tongue and released another large burp, "URRRRRRRRRRRRP." Then she heaved and retched, and Dave could her the contents of her stomach being pushed up into her throat.
"Pay attention to your body," Dave said. "Can you feel your stomach expelling your food? You're about to start vomiting. I want you to feel the whole experience and face it."
She sputtered again, and Dave knew one more plunge would be more than she could take. "Ready?" He asked. "Here's it comes..."
He stuck his fingers down her mouth, blocking her airway. For a moment she was frozen, her open mouth stretched around his hand, her terrified eyes staring at him. Then she clenched, her stomach forcing up the liquid inside. She gagged repeatedly, "REPPP... REPPPPP... REEEEPPPP... REEEUUUUUUUUURRRRP" And finally the last gag was taken over by a gassy gurgling as she burped up the first wave of vomit.
As she spat it out, she cried uncontrollably, and tried to speak, still begging him to stop. The burning humiliation, as he had forced her stomach to do something so vile... it was too much. She was not in control of her body anymore; he was. And he could make her regurgitate things she had swallowed, taken inside as her own. All he had to do was put his fingers down her throat, and he could get out everything inside her.
"STOPPPPP!" She sobbed.
"But Nina, you're doing so well," he said, wiping a bit of vomit off her parted lips. He gagged her again, and she tried to resist.
"Please! STOOO-URRRRRRRUGHHHHH." She couldn't even finish speaking. All that came out of her mouth was an enormous heave of barf that flowed down her chin and onto the bed.
She gasped, and he rammed his fingers back in. "BLERRRRRRRRRUGHHHHHHH." This heave was impressive; she kept her lips open and let it gush out of her.
"Doesn't it feel good?" Dave asked, gently teasing her throat with his fingers. "Pay attention to your throat closing around my fingers... and how you gag and retch... pay attention to how your stomach muscles tighten... Face your fear.
When he gagged her again, she chocked and belched and then gasped. He gagged her again, and again she retched without bringing anything up.
"Come on, Nina," he said, pushing his fingers in to the back of her throat. "I know you've got more than air in there. Puke it all out..."
She only gagged and coughed again.
"Alright, it looks like you need more help," he said. He unbound her legs so she could lay comfortably, but he kept her hands tied behind her back. He climbed up behind her, and slid his hand under her and pressed it against her bulging belly, still packed with all the food she'd eaten earlier.
"She how much is in there?" He asked, applying gentle pressure to her full stomach. "I knew you had more for me. We're going to get it all out. Open your mouth."
Defeated, Nina weakly opened her mouth. Dave stuck his fingers back down, and Nina heaved. As she brought up a wave of vomit, Dave pressed his other hand into her belly, and it forced her to vomit up even more. He was literally pushing the vomit out of her stomach.
"Good girl," he said, clasping her belly. "That made you puke a lot didn't it? Do you like it when I force your puke to come out?"
Nina sniffled, and didn't say anything. She was too exhausted to fight.
"Look how disgusting you are," Dave said. "Look at all that puke, all over the bed. And you're not even done. You're going to make even more of a mess."
Nina obediently opened her mouth, and let Dave gag her once more. She sniffled as she let out the most vulgar gagging noises, "ERRRRUP ERRRRRUP ERRRRRUP." It was so painful, that in her humiliation she was actually trying to make herself vomit as well- pushing with her stomach muscles, trying to force out the contents that so desperately wanted to escape. Finally she brought up a decent sized gush by pushing out a hearty belch.
"Ugh," Dave said. "Disgusting. Look how sick I made you. You don't even care what you look like anymore- burping on purpose to try to get your puke out... Let's make you really disgusting; push out another loud one this time."
At the next gag, Nina burped loudly and up came another thick heave of puke, all over the bed.
"Perfect. You're not even ashamed anymore, are you?"
"I am," Nina said quietly. "But I've already done everything embarrassing that I can... so what's the point of resisting..."
Dave rested his hand on her belly again, and said, "Okay, I'm going to make you vomit up a lot this time by pressing on your stomach. Are you ready?"
Nina complied, and Dave stuck his fingers down her throat, and she barfed up a thick gush. Just when she was almost done, he kept his fingers and place, and gave her a firm push on the belly. Another gush flowed out her mouth. Then, with a second firm push, he forced her to vomit up yet another gush, all without even taking a breath- three continuous gushes.
"Good girl. Puke up as much as you can. You might almost be done." Dave commented.
"Good..." Nina said weakly. "I can't take much more of this."
Dave knelt over Nina's back, straddling her with one leg on either side, holding her to the bed. He inserted his fingers into her mouth, and she began retching, "ACK...ACK... ACK...ACK..."
As she struggled and gagged, Dave began speaking. "For the last part of the exercise, I want you to fully lose control. I'm going to hold you down and force you to keep vomiting without stopping, until your stomach is empty. Understand?"
Nina tensed, and, "BLERRRRRRRRRRUGHHHHHHH..." spewed out an enormous stream of vomit. Dave kept his fingers lodged in her throat.
"Good girl. Oh fuck yeah. Keep puking. Puke it all over the bed..."
She struggled to breath, and when she couldn't, she just kept barfing instead. "ERRRUP... BLERRRRRRRRUGHHHHHHHHHH....... BLERRRRUGHHHH." She heaved with her stomach muscles, trying to force out as much as she could. Wave after wave...
"Nice... you're fucking disgusting. Look at you, barfing as hard as you can. You're not embarrassed anymore are you?"
Still struggling for air, Nina clenched again, and braced herself to gush another flow of vomit. She choked, accidentally swallowed air, and struggled to burp it back up "...URRRRRRRP." The belch did the trick and was followed by a forceful, "HERRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPP" as she violently heaved up everything remaining in her stomach. She knew she was empty, but Dave made sure by keeping his fingers in place, and indulging in the painful "HERRRRRRUUP HERRRRUUUPPP," sounds she emitted as she dry heaved uncontrollably.
She gasped for breath, her face beet red. She looked at the swamp of vomit in front of her, ashamed, but not as ashamed as she thought.
"You see?" Dave said. "You lost all your shame, and you're completely fine. You threw up more than I've ever seen anyone...Its rare to see someone as beautiful as you, tied up, letting vomit gush out of their mouth."
Nina looked completely stunned. Like she didn't know what to think. Like if she left, maybe this horrible incident could just be erased. She put her clothes back on, and stumbled out the door.
She would be back, Dave thought. She would be drawn to him because he was the only person who knew her shame. Despite her phobia, she would probably let him do something similar to her again. That's how phobias worked. That's why he started the 'support group'. She would almost certainly desire to humiliate herself again.
And in the mean time, he still had Chloe and Tara to play with.
The three women were sitting in the living room of his stylish loft. Their chairs were arranged in a circle and they were all looking at each other.
Nina went first, "Well, I don't like the feeling. Feeling all that food in your stomach trying to come out."
"No one likes feeling sick," Dave said. "But why are you afraid of it?"
"Well," Nina shrugged. "I just get so embarrassed. It's so disgusting, losing control like that... people seeing what you ate earlier... It's just so embarrassing."
Tara and Chloe nodded along.
"Have you ever made yourself throw up on purpose?" Dave asked.
"No, of course not," Tara chimed in, and the other girls mumbled in agreement.
"That's a classic sign of this phobia," Dave said. "Nina, why don't you tell us about the last time you threw up?"
"Oh... I can't. I don't even want to talk about it." She said, shifting in her chair. She looked down at the floor. "It was last year... I got food poisoning from some shrimp pasta. I was out shopping with some friends when I started feeling it, so of course I left quickly. I knew I had to get home if I was going to get sick. I was driving so fast, but I felt so awful... it started trying to come up while I was still driving, almost to my apartment. I was gagging a little bit and burping... I kept swallowing it down, until I finally got to my front door. I ran inside and slammed the door, and tried to make it to the bathroom, but I couldn't... I just had to get it out of my stomach, there was nothing I could do. So I..."
"Come on Nina. You have to say it if you want to get over your fear." Dave said.
"I ran inside, closed the door and... vomited all over my living room floor." Nina said, lowering her face in shame. "It was so humiliating even though no one saw... I got the first wave up- the pasta that made me sick. But it just kept coming. I couldn't stop until everything inside my stomach was splattered on the hardwood floor."
"Why did you hate it so much?" Dave asked.
"Because I was ashamed that I had done something so disgusting." Nina said bitterly.
**
Dave had started the support group for women with emetophobia- an irrational fear of vomiting. He wasn't a doctor- just a guy who knew he could help... and who wanted to meet women who were afraid of vomiting. Nothing excited him more than these innocent young women, so ashamed of the times they had emptied their stomachs, and terrified of when they would do it again.
That's why he was thrilled when Nina came up to him after the meeting and said, "I think talking about this is really helping. I used to be terrified all the time that I might get sick, but I'm not so paranoid anymore. Do you... want to get dinner sometime?"
He took her out on a couple of dates, and they didn't talk much about the support group. It wasn't until after a few weeks that Dave decided to do what he had wanted from the beginning- help Nina face her phobia.
They started off the night with dinner, then went to a movie, then ended up back at his loft drinking coffee. When they moved to the bedroom, and started fooling around, Dave proposed something new.
"How about a little bondage?" He suggested.
"Ooh," Nina said, grinning. "I've never done that before, but it sounds fun." Despite her timidness, Nina seemed to have a kinky curiosity.
"Take your clothes off and lay on your stomach on the bed," Dave instructed. Nina complied, and Dave guided her arms behind her back, and bound her wrists to her ankles, so she was hogtied with bondage tape.
"What do you have in store for me now?" Nina asked, expecting the usual petting and making out. But she was in for a huge shock.
"Listen Nina," Dave said seriously. "I think tonight would be a good night for you to try to cope with your phobia."
"What? What do you mean?"
"The best way to overcome a fear, is to face it. You need to face your fear of vomiting."
"But I don't need to vomit. I don't feel sick at all." She said.
"You can't just wait until the next time you feel sick and try to be less afraid whenever that happens. That's not facing a fear. You need to accept that this terrifying thing is going to happen to you right now, and cope with it. I knew you would never do it on your own, so I'm going to help you. I'm going to put my fingers down your throat and make you vomit several times, and you will see that nothing bad happens. It's not the end of the world."
Nina looked panicked. "No! Please don't. You can't!"
"Yes, Nina. This will help you."
"Please! Any other night! Not tonight. I ate so much at dinner... and the movie. Please don't. It's going to be disgusting. I can't let you see me do this! Please. I can't do something so disgusting."
Dave approached her, and said, "This is why you have this phobia- you are terrified of doing something so disgusting, and you spend your whole life trying to control it and make sure it doesn't happen. But tonight, you can't control it. I picked tonight on purpose; I know you ate a lot at dinner, and then you had those nachos and popcorn and candies at the movie. I picked a time when you would be most afraid of throwing up, because you'll be stronger when you get through it."
"Please!" She begged, tears running out of her eyes. "It's too disgusting... the food wont be digested..."
"I know, Nina. I'm going to force you to do something disgusting. You're going to make disgusting faces, and noises... and worst of all, that food sitting in your stomach is going to come up out of your mouth. I put you in the middle of the bed because I want you to vomit all over the quilt and see how much was inside you. Normally, you are a beautiful, refined girl, but tonight you are going to get really sick and make a disgusting mess. But when it's done, you'll see that you're okay."
Nina sobbed and clenched her mouth shut.
"I knew you would try to fight this," Dave said. "It can only be expected of someone with your phobia."
Dave gently forced her jaw open, and pushed two fingers into her mouth. She tried to struggle, but with her arms and legs bound behind her, it wasn't much use. Dave began thrusting his fingers into her throat.
"Relax and get ready," He instructed. "This is going to make you throw up. Just accept what your body does."
She coughed and sputtered.
"Good girl," Dave said. "Your throat is trying to get my fingers out. Soon your body will try to clear your throat by vomiting. It may take a while though. It's always hard to get started at first."
He patiently thrust his fingers deeper into the bound girl's moist throat as tears streamed down her face. Her slick muscles contracted every time her pushed deeper.
"Are you feeling nauseous yet?" He asked, and paused briefly for her to answer.
"Please stop!" She begged.
"No, Nina. You know I'm not going to stop until your stomach is empty. Just try to calm down and answer the question."
Nina whimpered, and said quietly. "Yes, I'm getting very nauseous."
"That's good," Dave said. He put his fingers back down Nina's throat, and this time she coughed and gave in to a violent gag. Inspired by his progress, he forced his fingers deeper, in and out, making her convulse, gag, and dry heave. He slid them in once more, forcing her to gag and burp loudly.
"See?" He said. "Look how disgusting I can make you be. I put my fingers down your throat, and you tried to burp them out. I wonder what other sick things you'll do while you try to empty your stomach?"
He forced his fingers down again, and Nina involuntarily extended her tongue and released another large burp, "URRRRRRRRRRRRP." Then she heaved and retched, and Dave could her the contents of her stomach being pushed up into her throat.
"Pay attention to your body," Dave said. "Can you feel your stomach expelling your food? You're about to start vomiting. I want you to feel the whole experience and face it."
She sputtered again, and Dave knew one more plunge would be more than she could take. "Ready?" He asked. "Here's it comes..."
He stuck his fingers down her mouth, blocking her airway. For a moment she was frozen, her open mouth stretched around his hand, her terrified eyes staring at him. Then she clenched, her stomach forcing up the liquid inside. She gagged repeatedly, "REPPP... REPPPPP... REEEEPPPP... REEEUUUUUUUUURRRRP" And finally the last gag was taken over by a gassy gurgling as she burped up the first wave of vomit.
As she spat it out, she cried uncontrollably, and tried to speak, still begging him to stop. The burning humiliation, as he had forced her stomach to do something so vile... it was too much. She was not in control of her body anymore; he was. And he could make her regurgitate things she had swallowed, taken inside as her own. All he had to do was put his fingers down her throat, and he could get out everything inside her.
"STOPPPPP!" She sobbed.
"But Nina, you're doing so well," he said, wiping a bit of vomit off her parted lips. He gagged her again, and she tried to resist.
"Please! STOOO-URRRRRRRUGHHHHH." She couldn't even finish speaking. All that came out of her mouth was an enormous heave of barf that flowed down her chin and onto the bed.
She gasped, and he rammed his fingers back in. "BLERRRRRRRRRUGHHHHHHH." This heave was impressive; she kept her lips open and let it gush out of her.
"Doesn't it feel good?" Dave asked, gently teasing her throat with his fingers. "Pay attention to your throat closing around my fingers... and how you gag and retch... pay attention to how your stomach muscles tighten... Face your fear.
When he gagged her again, she chocked and belched and then gasped. He gagged her again, and again she retched without bringing anything up.
"Come on, Nina," he said, pushing his fingers in to the back of her throat. "I know you've got more than air in there. Puke it all out..."
She only gagged and coughed again.
"Alright, it looks like you need more help," he said. He unbound her legs so she could lay comfortably, but he kept her hands tied behind her back. He climbed up behind her, and slid his hand under her and pressed it against her bulging belly, still packed with all the food she'd eaten earlier.
"She how much is in there?" He asked, applying gentle pressure to her full stomach. "I knew you had more for me. We're going to get it all out. Open your mouth."
Defeated, Nina weakly opened her mouth. Dave stuck his fingers back down, and Nina heaved. As she brought up a wave of vomit, Dave pressed his other hand into her belly, and it forced her to vomit up even more. He was literally pushing the vomit out of her stomach.
"Good girl," he said, clasping her belly. "That made you puke a lot didn't it? Do you like it when I force your puke to come out?"
Nina sniffled, and didn't say anything. She was too exhausted to fight.
"Look how disgusting you are," Dave said. "Look at all that puke, all over the bed. And you're not even done. You're going to make even more of a mess."
Nina obediently opened her mouth, and let Dave gag her once more. She sniffled as she let out the most vulgar gagging noises, "ERRRRUP ERRRRRUP ERRRRRUP." It was so painful, that in her humiliation she was actually trying to make herself vomit as well- pushing with her stomach muscles, trying to force out the contents that so desperately wanted to escape. Finally she brought up a decent sized gush by pushing out a hearty belch.
"Ugh," Dave said. "Disgusting. Look how sick I made you. You don't even care what you look like anymore- burping on purpose to try to get your puke out... Let's make you really disgusting; push out another loud one this time."
At the next gag, Nina burped loudly and up came another thick heave of puke, all over the bed.
"Perfect. You're not even ashamed anymore, are you?"
"I am," Nina said quietly. "But I've already done everything embarrassing that I can... so what's the point of resisting..."
Dave rested his hand on her belly again, and said, "Okay, I'm going to make you vomit up a lot this time by pressing on your stomach. Are you ready?"
Nina complied, and Dave stuck his fingers down her throat, and she barfed up a thick gush. Just when she was almost done, he kept his fingers and place, and gave her a firm push on the belly. Another gush flowed out her mouth. Then, with a second firm push, he forced her to vomit up yet another gush, all without even taking a breath- three continuous gushes.
"Good girl. Puke up as much as you can. You might almost be done." Dave commented.
"Good..." Nina said weakly. "I can't take much more of this."
Dave knelt over Nina's back, straddling her with one leg on either side, holding her to the bed. He inserted his fingers into her mouth, and she began retching, "ACK...ACK... ACK...ACK..."
As she struggled and gagged, Dave began speaking. "For the last part of the exercise, I want you to fully lose control. I'm going to hold you down and force you to keep vomiting without stopping, until your stomach is empty. Understand?"
Nina tensed, and, "BLERRRRRRRRRRUGHHHHHHH..." spewed out an enormous stream of vomit. Dave kept his fingers lodged in her throat.
"Good girl. Oh fuck yeah. Keep puking. Puke it all over the bed..."
She struggled to breath, and when she couldn't, she just kept barfing instead. "ERRRUP... BLERRRRRRRRUGHHHHHHHHHH....... BLERRRRUGHHHH." She heaved with her stomach muscles, trying to force out as much as she could. Wave after wave...
"Nice... you're fucking disgusting. Look at you, barfing as hard as you can. You're not embarrassed anymore are you?"
Still struggling for air, Nina clenched again, and braced herself to gush another flow of vomit. She choked, accidentally swallowed air, and struggled to burp it back up "...URRRRRRRP." The belch did the trick and was followed by a forceful, "HERRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPP" as she violently heaved up everything remaining in her stomach. She knew she was empty, but Dave made sure by keeping his fingers in place, and indulging in the painful "HERRRRRRUUP HERRRRUUUPPP," sounds she emitted as she dry heaved uncontrollably.
She gasped for breath, her face beet red. She looked at the swamp of vomit in front of her, ashamed, but not as ashamed as she thought.
"You see?" Dave said. "You lost all your shame, and you're completely fine. You threw up more than I've ever seen anyone...Its rare to see someone as beautiful as you, tied up, letting vomit gush out of their mouth."
Nina looked completely stunned. Like she didn't know what to think. Like if she left, maybe this horrible incident could just be erased. She put her clothes back on, and stumbled out the door.
She would be back, Dave thought. She would be drawn to him because he was the only person who knew her shame. Despite her phobia, she would probably let him do something similar to her again. That's how phobias worked. That's why he started the 'support group'. She would almost certainly desire to humiliate herself again.
And in the mean time, he still had Chloe and Tara to play with.