I don’t know what to think anymore. I’m not sure if you left me for him or if you don’t even know I’m here. I’m praying it’s the latter.
He pinned me down. I had no control. He had my arms pinned behind my back as he pounded away. And I think I liked it. I think I did. But the tears were streaming down my face.
She just watched. I don’t remember if the look on her face was enjoyment…..or if there was possibly a hint of pity? Perhaps sadness?
He made me come Michael. He made me scream his name. And I did. I had no control. His dick is huge and its thick and the way he moved inside me….I raised my hips up against him further, unwillingly but wantonly. I wanted him deeper.
And he pushed deeper. My breathing got heavier. Eventually I started to scream. And I had no control.
He made me scream his name. Did I tell you that already? I was crying and screaming his name. And I wish I had the words to explain the look on his face. He scares me Michael. And I have no control.
He turned me over and pressed my head down into the mattress until I couldn’t breathe. I was starting to panic but she spoke from where she was seated. She said something in Spanish, something I didn’t understand. He let go of my head then and I came up for air. He listens to her. I know he listens even though he makes the rules.
He came inside me Michael. He made no noise but I knew from his movements and from his breathing that he came. And I felt it run out of me. I felt him come out of me. And it ran out of my pussy and down my legs.
He watched it. He watched my face. He took his fingers and rammed them into me. He brought his fingers to my mouth and traced my lips. I didn’t want to taste it. It wasn’t yours.
Where are you? Why’d you leave me here? Why haven’t you been back? How long has it been? Do you not care? Don’t you want me anymore? I wouldn’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to be with me after him either.
Within minutes, he was hard again. He had me on my knees facing him. I didn’t want to do it Michael. I didn’t want to. But I had no control.
I can’t tell you what happened. It would be too much for you to bear. It was too much for me.
She came over and took me to the bathroom and ran a bath for me. She was so pleasant and gentle. She wiped my face clean with a warm cloth, removing any trace of him from my skin. Tears still fell and she wiped them too. Then she kissed me, full on the mouth. I closed my eyes and felt her tongue on my lips, inside my mouth, tracing my teeth with her tongue. She sucked at my mouth, as if she wanted to suck his taste from me. She enjoyed it too much.
I’m weak. I’m confused. I’m weary and dazed. I wish I could recall my steps. I wish I knew how I got here.
You need to help me. How are you going to save me? How do I get out? The only sunlight I see is the morning rays that come through the window. And I think of you. I remember your smiling face and then I cry some more. As soon as she comes in, she draws the curtains closed and your smile fades. She tells me every morning that the Master likes it this way.
And I have no control Michael.