I see martins standing just feets away from me , with a glum look on his face, “ Martin!, get the hell out of my room!” I yell pushing him out, he’s such an intruder.
“ why the fuck can’t you just help your wretched life, and leave me the fuck alone, go find your place” I could feel a thud in his heart as I said those word, my fingers were gently rested on his chest, and for some weird reason he wasn’t trying to push back, or do anything
“ I am sorry” he says in a whisper, before I bang the door against his face, he’s just something else, drying my wet eyes I sat on the bed, not too far from my door, I just want to sleep, and wake up in a better place.
I haven’t felt this miserable in a long time now, the familiar feeling of claustrophobia is back, I need someone to talk to before I go nuts, I can feel my mind at the verge of going rogue,
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Sleeping wasn’t helping at all, not in my current state, the urge to punish something is way higher than my desire to sleep, and being totally honest, I am never a fan of mid day sleep,so why attempt it.
And last of all, I shouldn’t care about Luke, he’s dead and gone, and being the best at what I do, I am the most successful woman I know and that’s more than enough reason not to get bottled up in this little charade of sadness, I need to fuck my sorrows away, it works, it always does.
Standing from the bed, I walk over to the mirror from earlier, my reflection is all I see, red eyes, messy hair, bruised hands, and wounded soul.I grimace at the site of my tears as my eyes spotted a piece of fabric I love so much.
There I had my lingerie, suspended on a hanger , close to my riding crop, which I haven’t used in years. I would use it today, but I don’t feel elated about it. Well I should, I want to dress up as someone totally different today, someone younger and happier.
And maybe with a touch of femininity, Luke loves yellow on me right?, I should have something close to that, in my costume rack, I stride back to my vintage costumes box, Brandon got for me, I put on some cheer leader costumes?.
I see a bow tie, and those metallic Omnicheer Pom, they suit the blue and yellow skirt and crop I had seen, picking my costumes meticulously, I strip myself of every piece of clothing I have on.
Walking into the bathroom, taking a shower, then coming back to the mirror, my hair was wet damn, and looking as miserable as it can be, there’s nothing more sexier than nicely pampered hair and a well scented body.
Putting on the miniskirt, it hung just at the top of my ass, perfect , my wide curves spreading it apart, in attempt to showcase its perfect shape, my finger trail up my things, which makes me stand on one leg alone.
As those fire sparks deep between my thighs flame up,being a sex addicts comes with peaks, my fingers locate those petals between my things, it’s so warm and wet down there already.
I don’t need my panties, for this, neither do I want to use my vibrators now, i want to be fucked, real hard today, it had been my only refufge For 22years of my life, my finger slip in gently, as I pat my legs, it feels so good, teasing the sex organ
Slipping up to the belly length crop top? It hangs above my boobs, ready to go now, Putting on some colon I wear my kneel lengthy black strap shoe then walked out of my room, finally time to get down with the real deal
Martin's Door is unlocked, as always he’s down with the gamepad in his hand, playing those oddly satisfying games. He had been playing with it since I came In , and he had a headset on as well.
I clear my throat then walked towards him,he takes a quick glance at me then looks at me sternly, “ damn it” I heard him whisper as he placed the pads carefully on the floor.
Lust dawdling in his eyes, as he stares at me, a part of me feels so elated seeing his reaction, yet I still want to hit him so hard across the face
“ how dare you look at your mistress with such lust” I rebuffed, I see him kneel immediately, bowing, “ I am sorry, my sex queen” he says, mostly to the floor than me but for some weird reason my heart flutters
With a Pom in my gands, and a riding crop in the other, I squat before him, he raises his head then gasp, at the sight of my naked pussy, “ you are so wicked” he said, I smack him hard behind his back with the riding crop.
“ go and put on, the bear suit in your closet, I said standing up, he mutters something to himself, I know he wasn’t so happy about it, but that’s rule the submissive are never meant to be comfortable doing things, I am supposed to derive comfort using them while they submit to me
I watch him stand from the floor, then gradually moving towards the closet, where his clothes stayed untouched, the bear custom was one of my favorite, I just couldn’t wait to see him have his dick out in the open.
In minutes he was outside, it was a brown bear, which had a round hole at the lower region of the torso, where the duck could come out of freely, while every part of the body is covered
“ nice” i mutter to myself as I walk towards him, he grins and I know he’s way turned on already with the looks of his cock, gradually become erect.