A/N) This should be called authors warnings. Lol! Ok, so some seriously OOC slutty Armin. With just enough description of what happened between her and Erwin. A lot of naughty language, but that's been present in every chapter! A little bit of a glimpse into the mind of a submissive. A why. At lot of people look down or badly upon S&M Relationships. But it isn't as horrible as some people see it. I wanted to touch a little bit onto that, because I hate that this community gets put down. All of my fans have been so nice! You guys really are the greatest. and I am so happy that you all enjoyed this story enough to fav/follow. I took all of your comments and suggestions, and applied them. So I hope I did well. Enjoy the chapter!

Another day, another meeting between the two best friends "Morning Armin. Did you just get home? You look tired!" Eren asked "Wait! Is that Erwin's shirt?"

Armin grinned sleepily "Hell yeah! He has my panties! He took me to pound town!" Armin stepped to the side, and let Eren in "Start some coffee up. I'm going to make myself more presentable."

"Alright."

Eren started some coffee, and got him and Armin a cup. He set them on the coffee table, while he sat on the couch. Armin came out in a pair of tight pants, and a low cut pink t shirt. Her hair up in a set of pig tails. She sat down "So, my story is long, you first."

"Levi." Eren said.

"What?" Armin asked, after taking a drink.

"His name, Rivaille, it's actually Levi. Oh god, I masturbated so hard to hearing him saying his name. He told me because he trusts me, so don't say anything. He gave me a lap dance, and made me cum in my pants so hard. He's so fucking perfect."

"That's...really embarrassing!"

"Yeah, but I loved it. Then he gave me some new clothes, and a rag to clean up with."

"He takes care of you. That's great Eren. And he trusts you. Now, you both know something about each other, and can form a discreet, private, slave and master setting."

"I know!" Eren squealed, before taking a drink "That's it for me, you?"

"Oh, Eren, do I have a tale to spin for you." Armin said.

As Armin talked, Eren's mouth continued to drop

"So, he is on his back, with my lacy panties shoved in his mouth, while I am bouncing like a whore on his cock, reverse cowgirl style. Then, he grips my hips, and starts plowing into me. And fuck, it was hitting everything right and then, with nothing but prostate stimulation, I fucking bust a nut all over the place. It's like that added fuel to his fire, and he pounds me right through my orgasm. I couldn't take it anymore, and I'm screaming his name to the heavens! He came so hard, I swear I could taste it. Then he cuddles the shit out of me, and asks me to be his girlfriend."

"And what did you say?"

Armin rolled her eyes "The fuck you think I said? Yes of course! We are both off tonight, since the club is closed on Sundays, so he's taking me out tonight!"

Eren smiled. He was really happy for his best friend, but he felt a pang of jealousy in the pit of his stomach "That's awesome, Armin. I'm real happy for you."

"Thank you, Eren. That means a lot. So what are your plans tonight?"

"Not a damn thing. You know me! Spontaneous planner." They sat in silence, just drinking coffee, and enjoying the feeling of best friendness.

"Well, I know girls take forever to get ready, so I'm going to head out." Eren said, standing up

"Oh shut up, Eren." Armin yelled, before standing up and drawing her best friend into a hug "Call me if you need anything, okay? I love you! If not, I'll see you Monday!"

"Sure thing Armin. Love you too. You'll have to tell me about your date."

"Oh, you know I will."

Eren left Armin's place, and walked around Shiganshina. He sighed, and unconsciously tugged on the arms of his long sleeves. Especially, when he heard people whispering his name, as he walked past them. He felt alone in this large world. He was nothing but a toy, for men to use and abuse, before leaving. He never felt cared about, until Levi showed him sweet after care, that no dominant seemed to enjoy doing. It wasn't like anything was wrong with Eren. He just liked to be humiliated and punished. It gave him a surge of pleasure, like nothing else. Submissives were people too. Everyone had kinks. Everyone. Getting "punished" just happened to be his. But why was it so hard to find someone who wanted to collar him, and make him their pet? Why did he have to hide this life? For the sake of his family, and their esteemed name? Why couldn't he find a guy who wasn't scared, when they saw Eren's bag of toys? Levi hadn't been scared. He had handled each toy like a pro, and then helped Eren remember who he was. A person. With feelings, and a mind of his own. Levi helped bring him back to who he was before leaving. Was this what love felt like?

Eren shook his head. He couldn't afford to fall in love. Especially not with a stripper. Levi wouldn't, couldn't. fall in love. He had clients, and his and Eren's relationship, was strictly business. Eren got humiliated, got brought back, and Levi walked off with a pocketful of cash. Plain and simple. Plus, Levi made if painfully clear that he didn't fuck submissives. And Eren was as submissive as he could be, in bed.

Eren tried to be what was "normal" by society standards. Straight...he shuddered at the thought of the girls he had fucked. They loved that it took forever for Eren to have an orgasm. They would scream out, and claw down his back with their nails. That pain, is what finally made him lose control. That wasn't as good as gay sex. But when he was with a man, he always had to jerk himself furiously to come with his partner inside of him. Or, if he was a top, he would have to fuck them till they had already came and couldn't breathe, and that didn't always work. Nothing about Eren was normal. To get off, he needed the pain. To have his hips crushed in a strong grip, or his hair pulled, or even the sting of a good spanking. That was pleasure. Not everyone could understand that. People thought he wanted to be treated like he wasn't a person, like he was truly a slave. That wasn't the case. It's called S&M, but master did more than hit. That was only if you were naughty, and disobeyed orders. Unless you were into that, then master would reward you with it. It was a kink, a desire. There wasn't anything wrong with him. Levi knew that. Levi was a sadist, he got off on punishing masochists. What better way then to dance on stage, and tease people with his body? People who visited strip clubs must be secret masochists. To see someone so amazing dance provocatively, and get naked so teasingly, so you sit there with an awkward boner, and can't do anything about it, was torture. To not be able to touch (unless you spend a lot of money) and even then, strippers weren't prostitutes. Not all strippers provided "after hours services."

Eren was consumed in his own thoughts while walking down a busy street. He kind of blanked out, and bumped into someone. He went tumbling to the ground, and fell on his ass "Oww! Shit! I'm sorry."

"Watch where you're going, dumb ass!" the man looked down with steely grey eyes. He smirked when he saw who tumbled at his feet "Brat..."

Eren went wide eyed, and he sucked in a breath "Levi..."