Thursday, January 31, 2013
The toilet brush. (part 2)
The woman i assumed was his wife walked into the dining. She froze in shock when she saw me, her mouth forming an o shape. "Go in the kitchen honey, Il explain all of this later" Master was trying to be calm, but i could see the panic in his eyes. The woman pulled herself together. I could tell she was angry. "No i wont go in the kitchen 'honey'. This is her isnt it? your 'slave'? the dirty fucking whore. I borrowed your laptop, i saw the sick sites you go on. I just hopd it wasnt true. Arent i good enough anymore?" She yelled. She was very pretty, and she looked strong too. I felt like such a slut, i was fully exposed to her. and it was turning me on. Master was clumsily trying to quickly untie me. The woman laughed. "Im not just going to forget about this. Im going to fucking do something about it. And what the hell is that sticking out of her cunt? what sick woman wants a toilet brush stuck up her?" It was my turn to be yelled at. "Your sick. You really are. Both of you." She spat. I wanted to defend myself, but it was true. I did look like a whore. "Its my fault," i whispered. "It was me. Take it out on me, not him." This only caused her to laugh again. "Dont worry little slutty baby. I will, but im going to make sure he pays to!" Never had i been so suprised. Master, the strong, strict person who had been controlling me didnt even argue back. The prick. By now i was angry. I struggled in my bondage. My boobs were now a pinky-purple colour. My body ached, and the damn toilet brush was still up my cunt. The woman noticed, and again she laughed. This time she walked to the front of the table, she was now facing my cunt. She grabbed the long handle and began twisting the brush. I screamed out in pain. I was sore, i couldnt take anymore, but still she pushed the brush further. "please stop,' i cried. "Il do anything, please. i cant take it." i was begging her, but she didnt listen. I was in agony. It turns out it was all too much for me. I soon passed out, and when i woke i was in a dark room.
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