I needed her to understand what she was getting into…that I’m a monster. Underneath all this skin and bones, is a living, breathing demon. Money, clothes, good conversation, and good loving won’t change what I am. With each warning, all my pushing away, she just kept on coming. Okay.


Now that I’ve finally accepted her love, these fools think to snatch it away?



In and out, that’s what I told myself. I’m only here to punish her after finding out what she’s been up to off the clock. Dressed up to ensure she wouldn’t know it was me, I became a part of her fantasy. I knew from the second Gayle looked up at me, with pleading in her eyes on her knees, begging me to give her what she needed, I knew I was in trouble.

Gayle fantasied about it, but she never dreamed someone like me could do her this way. The way I make her body melt away, she willingly became my pet...feeding from my hands, letting me explore every inch of her body until there is no mystery left.

Gayle may call me Sir, but I think I'm the one that's slowly becoming the slave in this twisted game of pretend.

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