Just as I started to fall into sleep, the phone rang.
“Hey girl. Great video. I love watching you get fucked my those dogs. Cool. So how does dog shit taste anyway, different than mine or Kim’s. Hey, get your fucking whore ass over here so we can find out. Now Cunt. Hey, wear nothing but that slave collar, sssaaaarra” The phone hung up. It was Tom.
Oh God. I got up as quick as I could. Pulled my hair back, looped a rubber band twice around. Straighten my collar, grab my keys and went quickly towards the door. As I started down the stairs towards my car, naked except for the band of leather and steel that held my throat, I thought “So this is freedom” running to be abused by a monster and a poor woman that I was a monster to. For no reason other than I have been told to. So this is the freedom I sought.
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