"We need to talk," came a message from Lars. Lars and Kristiina are my partners in BDSM games. I like to play with them a lot.

A wave of anxiety hit me. After work, I made my way to their place. Their expressions were icy. Their demeanor was distant.

"You've been inadequate," Kristiina declared coldly, "And we've decided to terminate our relationship."

Of course, this wasn't true. It couldn't be. It was all part of our game. Or so I believed. Yet, I had to react as if it were real, and Kristiina's performance felt genuine.

"What?" I stammered,"Please... do not leave me... please..."

"We will give you one last chance," Lars interjected, handing me a pen and paper. "Write a confession about what a filthy slut you are... Convince us to keep you. And maybe we'll keep you for a while longer."

They left me alone in their flat, and I immediately started writing. I did not know how much time I had, so I hurried. Roughly 30 minutes later, Lars and Kristiina returned. They looked slightly tipsy from what seemed like a quick drink.

Lars settled on the couch, and Kristiina took her place on the armchair. They both eyed me expectantly. I undressed and stood exposed before them. They observed me with cold skepticism.

"Well..." Kristiina said.

I clutched the paper. I was feeling like the anxious student about to face a difficult exam. I began to read aloud what I had written.

"I'm a useless filthy rapemeat for your enjoyment," I started, "My mouth is hole, good for nothing but taking cocks. It’s always open, drooling, desperate to be stuffed. My lips are swollen from the bites I inflict on them when I’m starved for cocks."

I looked at them. The impressions on their faces remained cold.

"My breasts," I continued, "are saggy, useless bags. My nipples are twisted. They beg for punishment. They beg for clamps. They beg for cruel bites."

I took a deep breath.

"And my vagina is a gaping maw. It's never satisfied. My cuntlips are slick with my juices and with cum from too many cocks. They are always ready, always eager."

I dropped to my knees.

"I... I want my vagina to be to be used roughly. It's ready to take in objects that stretch it and tear it. I want multiple men to spread my legs wider and take their turns with me., not caring about me — just using me relentlessly."

I swallowed hard.

"After being used, I long to be discarded like trash. Thrown away, dumped into a dumpster. I want to feel the weight of the wet, slimy garbage on my bare skin. I will lie there, with rotten food scraps over me, feeling small insects crawling over my sticky body. The cold metal or plastic garbage will press into my flesh, reminding me that I'm nothing but a disposable cock sleeve."

I finished reading and looked at them. I desperately wanted their approval.

Lars smiled and unzipped his pants. I took his cock into my mouth. His cock was familiar to me, and I knew what she liked, so I expertly drove him to release. After swallowing his cum I crawled to Kristiina, buried my tongue into her pussy and ate her out until her juices filled my mouth.

"Well..." Kristiina said, "maybe we'll keep this pet for a while longer..."

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" I babbled with relief.

Lars and Kristiina gently stroked my hair. The scene was over.

For the aftercare, we cooked together, had a dinner, chatted, laughed together, and watched American late-night comedy shows. Later, Lars fucked me roughly, pinning my wrists to the bed. He knew exactly what I liked. Exhausted, all three of us eventually drifted into a peaceful sleep.