I squat down on my haunches in the corner you placed me in

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The tears I have been fighting fall freely on the floor as our bed

shakes with the force he is trying to split you with. His hands grip

your hair, pulling your head back as he bites your neck and shoulder in

a feeding frenzy. With a ursine squeal he plows deep inside you and

then collapses, spent and useless.

Long pale fingers, softly stroke his back, calming him, in a ritual I

know so well. You are bringing him down from a place he will never find

again. I pity him, but not as much as I despise him. I can not stop

the flow of hate that runs through me. He had no right to touch you,

talk to you, even think about you. I watch as you push him gently out

of the bed, onto his feet in front of me. I can smell the sweetness of

your cum on his flacid cock, he glistens from the wetness you have

coated him in. I remain motionless, praying you will simply send him

home. But my nightmare is not over, as you without emotion tell me to

bathe him.

I know better than to pretend that you want me to wash him with soap and

water. I battle the demon in my soul who screams REBEL, as I lower my

head to his feet. With tiny licks, I wash the sweat off his skin. The

coarse hair on his legs is like barbed wire on my recently pierced

tongue. I curse myself for this piercing. For if the truth was told,

this is the cause of the hell I endure. I had gotten it this afternoon,

as a surprise for her birthday. I had never thought that she would look

upon this act as a flagrant disregard of ownership. I tried to

concentrate on anything but the taste of his skin, his sweat was

slightly sour, not fresh and sweat like hers.

I let myself focus on the cold fury she had shown me when I came home

this afternoon. As she had torn off my clothes her tight voice had

explained in clipped sentences that she was outraged I had damaged her

property. As the over sized plug was rammed in my ass I had nearly

screamed, then she had banished me to the corner to await further

education.

And now this, I knew that everything prior to this moment had merely

been the teaser for this. Inch by inch I worked my way, wanting to

rush, but taking my time. I knew my mistress watched me like a hawk, I

would not give her reason to punish me further. It must have taken me

thirty minutes of those painful wet licks to finally reach his cock. I

was shocked to see he was no longer flaccid. I wanted to bury my face

in his crotch, soak up every scent that was hers, take away every bit of

passion she had oozed on his body. I began to work in earnest, I would

not stop until he no longer bore her mark. I would not give him that

victory.

If I close my eyes and think of nothing but the taste and smell I can

almost believe it is her that I am feasting upon. His hard cock bumps

into my face, interrupting my imagined paradise. My knee's are sore, my

tongue throbs, and the hard latex in my ass is beginning to feel as if

it will split me in two. My cunt calls for release, through the whole

tortuous experience, I pray for some thing to break. I recoil slightly

as I watch her fingers wrap themselves around his near purple cock. With

an evil tempo, she slides her hand up and down the length of his cock,

using my saliva as lube so is jerking him off with a vengeance.

I am frozen there, unable or unwilling to move. And still her eyes

never leave mine. He reaches out and grabs my shoulders pulling me

closer as he spews hot sticky streamers of cum all over my face, hitting

my lips, eyes, coating me with his passion. I am broken, done. There is

nothing left of me except this sad semen covered animal.

I watch her passion flushed lips move closer to his ear, moving,

whispering lover’s poetry to him. His eyes narrow, and a small smirk

appears on his mouth. The fingers holding onto my shoulders tighten,

becoming inescapable talons. I am bewildered, not even beginning to

understand what is happening.

Suddenly I am slapped by the hot torrent of his piss. I try to pull

away but his hands dig cruelly into my flesh. The stench of his urine

races up to my nostrils, the heat of it makes my skin flush. I thrash

violently, fighting him, hating him,… Hot fluid runs down my breasts,

clinging in drops off of my hard nipples. Rivulets of yellow water

course down the slope of my stomach, over my thighs, He paints my with

his urine. I start screaming as I realize that his piss is the exact

same temperature as the tears coursing down my cheeks. Finally, when

his bladder empty, he pushes me away from him with a look of disgust and

triumph on his face.

Gently fingers lift my chin up and I meet her eyes. She reaches for me,

lifting me to my feet. Now it is her turn to clean up the aftermath of

passion. Her mouth sucks on my chin, the tip of her tongue traces the

contour of my lower lip. Warm fingers, coax and soothe brutalized

nerves. She spins me deftly and removes the hated butt plug, breaking

our silence with it slurping exit. As she lowers her mouth to my pebbled

nipples she suddenly remembers the intruder. With her usually abruptness

she dismisses him, letting him understand that his role here is done.

She guides me to our bed and ensconces me in pillows and blankets. With

the patience of Job she feeds me ice chips to ease the swelling bruised

muscle of my tongue. As I drift off to sleep I feel her fingers slip

between my silky wet pussy lips, fingering my swollen clit, claiming it

as her own. As her fingers stroke and flick at my hooded treasure I can

finally rest , for I know I am truly cherished.

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