How many crazy fucking days has this been going on? I don’t know how much more I can take at once without losing my mind- or what is left of it. Last night, I was informed that not only had Steve decided to put my cunt into retirement… he told K all about it. He told K a lot last night about me… my sick obsession with this game… my twisted, broken body… my twisted, broken mind. My fear and terror of his women, particularly her. She laughed her ass off at me. So did he.
Heidi fucked me last night, with one of our giant, specialty dildos while egging me on verbally to get a rise out of me because I had just shut down from exhaustion, humiliation, fear, tension… you name it. She finally revived me with the information that she and I had to find Steve a woman for today or tonight as none was scheduled. She pointed out that in times like these I won’t be capable of servicing him and her odds aren’t even that high… he needs fresh meat. It’s the only answer. And she’s right. I can’t take it. I’m not really coping anymore. But she’s right. So, he must be served… we must provide.
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