I Told You

“Happy is just what I am. And you’ll only be making me happier. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good… Now get in the shower and get rid of that stubble. Then put on the frilly white panties and the new platforms I bought you.”

What had I just agreed to?

As the days passed though, our activities branched out. Skye took great pleasure in dressing me as slutty as possible and then getting me randy as all hell and tormenting me. Sometimes she’d have me pose for pictures or suck on her strap on till it was wet enough to slide into me. Other times the dirty talk would start up where I’d be made to degrade myself further, as she wouldn’t be satisfied until I came up with the naughtiest phrases imaginable. Sometimes I wondered what the neighbors though of the strange voice shouting out things like “let me suck that fat cock” and “fuck me like the cock-hungry slut I am”, soon giving way to previously unheard of utterances like “I’m just a cumwhore! A naughty little cumwhore!” or “fuck my ass and shoot your hot load on my slutty face!” The ways I debased myself for her enjoyment knew no bounds. And it always seemed to end the same, with my exhausted body lying prone as Skye carefully made me lick my own thick seed from her dainty fingers. Made me? And was it just her enjoyment?

Like prophesy, I soon found out.

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I stood in the living room for ‘presentation’, dressed as instructed: sheer black peasant top with bell sleeves, 14” leather miniskirt, matching pink satin bra and panties, auburn shoulder-length wig and 6” platform stripper heels. The little temptress she was, Skye already had a very hot video on the big screen, of a somewhat reluctant t-girl surrounded by large men with even larger cocks. My feeling was that of a fly being drawn into a spider’s web.

“My darling little Tori, today we play a new game.