Bent over, legs only slightly spread, I wait.
Not for long.
Thick, firm fingers slip between my legs; run through my slit.
“Such a filthy girl. You’re wet!”
I keep quiet, not knowing whether I’m allowed to speak. He grunts his approval. I know he likes me wet, and will soon make good use of it.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, slapping my bottom “show us your horny cunt.”
I blush. It excites me, being humiliated with words.
“Time to fuck the slut, you think?”
I haven’t forgotten about him – my husband, watching.
You’re made to be used.
It’s a careful balance, being humiliated in a sexual environment. When I feel totally at ease with people, like I obviously do with Master T, and also did with The Traveler, I can handle humiliating words much easier. The image comes from a date with The Traveler, and I can’t remember what words were spoken back then, but I can imagine a conversation as the one above, can get me quite wet.
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