She desperately shuts in her moans. Lets them buzz on the back of her lips - fuck, she wants to taste him. Wrap her mouth around his cock and taste him. Better yet - show how much of a good slave she is. 

Is she…a slave? Truly? Fuck. 

She can’t get enough of the toy. Rising her hips only to glide down into it, feeling it buzz around her lips. Knowing he’s behind her watching her drip onto the bed she shares with her husband. 

She’s lost in a daze, tears in her eyes, when she feels the hand around her throat. Panic comes - then dissipates. She’s falling back on her ass but he has her in his lap, guiding his cock to….

Stars. Shining bright above. Specks of light shooting across her bedroom like the cosmos is all around. He fills her completely, all consuming, all around her. Owning her. 

‘Renounce your marriage.’

Her stomach plummets. 

‘What?’ 

She can’t think.

‘Renounce your fucking marriage — ‘

— All she wants is his cock —

‘- and my load belongs to you.’

‘Fuck..’

She grips his thighs to maintain some sense of fucking him for herself but she can’t. He has her held tightly. 

‘Now. Repeat after me. I….’

Shakily she does. Lays her full name out into the wilderness. Lays her husband’s full name out into the wilderness. 

‘I fucking renounce my marriage — and I…and she belongs to her Master.’

Third person feels right somehow. 

Lifts a weight she didn’t know she had around her neck. 

They find a rhythm together, the heat of his chest to her back. His hands flicking her sensitive nipples like some sort of sadist. 

‘Her cunt belongs to her Master.’

She swallowed. Her throat clicked.

‘Her cunt belongs to her Master.’

‘Her ass…’

‘Her ass..’

‘is His..’

‘Is His…’

‘As is her body, mind and soul.’

‘As is her body, mind and soul.’

His grunt was hot on her ear, rattled in her brain. 

His cock twitched around her — and then she knew…she felt it. His load…pumping into her. Her lips split into a grin…

And she was there, laying on her stomach, her ass in the air.

‘My naughty girl, look at you…’

His cum dripping out from her lips and down her thighs. 

The thought sent her over the edge. 

She bit her tongue shut, guilt and lust and hunger and sluttiness  - words lose meaning, become strings of nonsense as the world around her flipped and twisted and she crashed into the bed, ass in the air, toy gripped around her eager cunt, thighs clamped shut. 

‘My naughty girl…look at you…who are you? What are you?’

‘I don’t know…’

‘We’ll have to name you.’

Her chest heaves in and out. Her breath seems impossible to catch up to. 

‘I’m yours. I don’t need a name right now.’

‘You will in time. So long as you never forget this..’

The dishes clatter downstairs. 

Her head swims. 

Alone in their en-suite bathroom, she cleans her toy, splashes water on her face and lit up by the coolness of the approaching evening she slips into her shorties. 

She’s half tempted to leave the clamps on under her singlet. A reminder of her self. 

But after pulling them off, she realizes she’s made the right decision to remove them. 

The pain is delightful and worth it. 

She packs her toy away and takes a look at herself in the mirror. 

She’s a fierce spirit.

End.