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 usual 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.