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"No." I said. "You were a perfect whore. Be proud of it. Own it. I want you to walk out to the car with everyone knowing and being able to see what you did. And I want you to be proud of it. It's what I have wanted for a long time."
She reluctantly let me lead her, but with each step, her resistance increased. She was walking beside me, leaning tightly against me, obviously trying to hide herself behind me as we exited the theater into the lobby.
So, one more humiliation. I stopped at the desk and purchased two more bottles of Rush while she stood there on display.
It was a long time before I ever called her a slut again. But, I constantly reinforced that she was a whore. I gave her to be fucked frequently. I encouraged her to fuck anyone, anytime while I was at work. And she fucked a lot of people.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 6 years agoYou are some piece of work. Neither of you deserve each other. If you had not pushed her she would really love you, but you had to treat her like a piece of meat.Now in her heart she probably loathes you but says what you want to hear.
