It’s been over a year since the last time that I’d talked to you. Breaking off our little friends with benefits situation wasn’t something I’d wanted to do, but I had to do it. Our “relationship” started off great with casual meetings and very rough sex happening once or twice a month. Over time things started to change.

You’d started to show up to my dorm randomly for sex. Sometimes you’d even come in and fuck my mouth before leaving and never so much as touching my pussy. I’d started to get fed up with it and when I confronted you, you’d told me I was just your cum dump and that I was to do what you said whenever you said to. That confrontation ended with you fucking my ass while I cried because it hurt so much.

That was the other thing that kept me with you, you were hung. I don’t just mean slightly above average either. You had to be at least 9 inches in length and incredibly girthy. Your cock scared me at first, but over time I’d gotten to the point where regular ducks just did nothing for me.

After my first failed attempt to break things off with you, I’d managed to get away by threatening you with the police. That had kept us separated now for a year, but I couldn’t get my brain off of you and your cock. I thought that you surely were missing me too, but you’d moved on. As I sat in my bed wine drunk watching a movie I sent you a text. It wasn’t much just a simple “Hey, you should come over.” Everything in my head told me not to send that text, but it was too late.

I thought you’d come running over, but the night went on and I got no response. Honestly, it made me sad thinking you’d choose not to come. The reality was that you were balls deep inside some sorority slut and didn’t see my message until the next morning. You knew what I wanted and you knew that you could have my pussy if you wanted it, but where’s the fun in that? If I wanted to have you again, I’d have to work for it and you were more than happy to put me through the hell of humiliating myself before you established ownership of my holes again. ——————————————————————— I’m happy to send character reference images for my character. If you are interested, please feel free to start from where my prompt ends. If you have questions, please feel free to ask them.

My character is a 22-year-old college student living in a small off campus apartment by herself. I’m outgoing, bratty, independent, and I keep up a very innocent image that you know I like to upkeep despite my past with you. My characters name is Phoebe.

Kinks: Humiliation, degradation, blackmail, restraints, outfit control, slapping, choking, hair pulling, verbal abuse, name calling, cages, being left in restraints for longer periods of time, predicament bondage and many more. If you don’t see something listed, ask me about it.

Limits: Blood, minors, animals, public play, bathroom play