Matches with real names and events are accidental.
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He fell asleep and woke up with the thought of her when she was not around - the one that turned his usual, recently difficult life, which took away the ability to walk, upside down. Only she, without difficulty, by her very existence, was able to reveal in him that which even he was inaccessible to. Only with her could he be himself and feel—namely, feel, and not understand what was happening. For a year now, they had been enjoying not someone and not someone's emotions, but themselves - themselves entirely, because now they had each other.
— Hello. Good morning.
— Hi, my girl. What's with the voice?
“Again... Sob-sob... Again he...”
- Ira, come to me.
They sat at the table, her tear-stained eyes shone, looking at the loving look of the Master. And he did not hide the tenderness and awe for her and enjoyed the freedom that he felt with this woman. For all the many years of practice, even before the car accident that happened to him, none of his lower and slaves managed to make him free, satisfied and filled. Relaxed - yes, but free ... no one.
“Drink tea and don’t whine.
“Well, how can I not whimper when some self-confident asshole allows himself to insult my man? How should I behave?
- This is the Internet. Just don't pay attention is all.
“Yeah, never mind… Will this bastard keep insulting people, breaking their hearts and ruining couples?”
- Well, what should I do, beat him? With pleasure. Maybe let's tell the guys to bring it to me?
- He was already beaten, but it did not change anything. He became even angrier and more self-confident, because this did not return people to their former feelings and did not restore their relationship.
- But he was not beaten by a wheelchair user. Maybe it will mentally kill him, did not think about it? After all, the moral pain is stronger.
- Well, yes, that's why this scum and tears souls.
“Are you really that clingy to that torso?”
- I am touched by the fact that he is allowed liberties, but respected people - like you - are not, because they are so strong that they can not pay attention to all sorts of assholes.
- Yes exactly. And you are my sub, and you will behave as I say.
- Excellent. You will just watch how he will destroy our couple, how this schmuck for his own pleasure will break the Uppers, taking the lower ones from them, although for him they are just whores. I am your girl, and I don’t want to sit on my ass and obey someone who doesn’t want to stand up for our couple, for me and for my honor, is that right? By the way, he attacks everyone for his whores. This is probably why everyone runs to him from their respected ...
- I respect myself, and what I think is right is right for me. I hope you remember this, or do you think that it is more correct what the person who calls himself the Master of Whores does and how he behaves?
“Of course not,” she replied, but her eyes filled with tears.
"He seems to love you, doesn't he?" Told me he'd take you away from me and make you happy. Fool.
Wait, did he write to you?
- Yes, he wrote, nothing unusual. He acts like an Internet troll, but I don't understand his confidence, and especially yours. Your confidence in his strength. Are you hiding anything from me? It seems that you talked with him, drew conclusions and now you are not sure if I am the one ... If so, then maybe it would be better if you go to the strong? Go, he will take you. Don't worry about me, I'll manage without you...
This phrase was the last straw.
- Shut up! she called.
The slap flew instantly.
- Don't growl, bitch. You're not in the harem, and I'm not the Master of Whores. Either you do what I say, or you do what you want. But without me and not for me. Think.
Yes Master, but...
... At the exit, he asked her:
- When answering, remember that you are my soul ... Are you sure you want to go out and go now?
— Yes, and I realize that there will be no going back. It will be difficult for me without you, but I can handle it. Without you...
***
The time of this disgusting day dragged on slowly, forcing her to remember her eyes and think about what would happen next, if already these few hours had somehow been very difficult.
On the third day, nothing changed, except for a message from the Master of Whores, from the contents of which everything shrank inside: “Well, do you yearn for your slut? By the way, she didn’t suffer for long - is she already flooding with SMS, drop the correspondence?
He did not answer, only once again regretted that he had let her go.
On the tenth day, it was as if he had been slashed with a knife, and they did not send an SMS: “Ten days - is it a lot or a little? Come on, connoisseur of the female soul, tell me. Although I'm not interested in your answer, I just want you, a cripple and a loser, to know that your "deeyooochka" (fu, bitch, what a name) now has a nickname, as it should be for a master bitch. Now your girl is Irka-hole. By the way, this working hole has already settled in and met her "girlfriends" from my harem. I want to note that you have pretty good taste - she is one of the brightest specimens. But you are not worthy of her, but I can promise that she will get the tidbit, and she will be my most working hole ... ".
He tried to reassure himself every day that it was her wish. She herself wanted this, but he could not refuse her and endure everything like a man. All his thoughts were occupied with how she was there - whether she ate or not, slept or did not sleep, whether her body was intact ... He really wanted to look into her eyes.
Three months of loneliness and daily slaps in the form of photos and videos with his girl have passed from that nit that deserves death because it does not spare anyone. For two weeks now, he gave all the attention to his girl, driving away the rest of his whores. In recent days, in the photos from the sessions that this bastard sent him for fun, it became noticeable that he was looking at her not with a smug look, in love with his exclusivity, but with the look of a maniac in love. He was very worried about her, because he saw this look and read rumors from his lower ones, whom he drove away, publicly humiliating, that the Master of Whores was no longer the same and seemed to be obsessed with one ... Deciding that he no longer wants to be one, and everything worked out for her there the way she wanted, he made a decision. When he typed her the first SMS for all this time, she and her satisfied, devoted look were in front of her eyes. Ending this single message with the phrase: “I know that you have everything the way you wanted, dear. I think it's time to say goodbye. I hope you understand what I'm talking about. Do not answer and do not ask - this is my decision, and I really think it's time. I've been waiting for you too long..." He pressed the "send" button and, squeezing the wheels of his wheelchair with his strong hands, rolled away from the computer desk. He drove to the exit of the house to sit in the garden and begin to get used to the fact that everything was over ...
***
It's been a week of new life for them all. “You know, I think it’s enough to torment a dead heart. We need an ending that blows his mind, and I don't care what happens to him when he understands why it happened the way it did and why he was left alone. You are with me, and this is the main thing. I want to show him something that he will never see again and will never touch again. Go to the garage and take off your clothes, I'll be there soon..."
The video message was ready and uploaded for sending, and at this time, on the other side of the city, a crystal vase hit the wall and scattered around the room, ringing with small fragments. He seemed to feel something not good, suffering and going crazy. For a week he did not know where she was or what happened to her. “How could she leave me, how…? After all, she felt good with me - I have never seen people be so happy. After all, I felt how she liked to be with me, liked to obey and fulfill my desires. And so she left, and I was left alone, ceasing to communicate with everyone, because apart from her I didn’t need anyone else, just as I don’t need anyone now. Where is she now, what happened to her?!”
A phone call cut short a fit of despair and rage.
— Hello. It seems to me that you are dying there and you want to know why she left you? I'll send you something interesting in five minutes. You want to see the hole one last time, don't you?
- I'll get you!!!
- Wait...
***
A trembling hand pressed the mouse button with the cursor hovering over the video...
Some kind of garage, a chain hanging from a winch with a hook, on which a chain of handcuffs with black leather bracelets is thrown. The wrists of her raised hands were clasped in these bracelets, the chain pulled them up, stretching her entire body. Their bare feet were spread apart and touched the floor only with their fingertips along the edges of the open viewing hole. Her look said that she was in her place and satisfied that her man was next to her, to whom she belongs. The blow of the whip to the buttocks made the body tremble, and the eyes that were looking directly into the camera widened, but immediately closed.
- Tell him who I am.
“This is my only Master.
The whip again burned the buttocks.
“Tell him what you are doing now.
“I receive a reward for following my Master's order.
His hand began to stroke the buttocks and legs, pubis and chest.
“Tell him, will you come back to him someday or not?”
No, I won't come back and you'll never see me again.
He began rubbing her pubis, lips and clitoris, dipping his fingers into her womb, and at that time, looking at the monitor, he bit his hand to drown out the pain of a torn soul. He couldn't watch how happy she was with another...
The hand slipped out of the womb, and he continued.
- Do you want me to tell you a secret, how it happened that she is with me, and not with you, and you are killed there, but still alive? Do you want to know how you stayed without a hole? Now you have only one working hole, and this is your ass. I know you want to understand everything. You saw, like me, her eyes in the sessions. You could not help but notice her eyes, because you love her, love more than life. So, do you know why she had such a satisfied look? Just because she was following my order to obey you, nit... The wheelchair moved from the naked, suspended Irishka to the cell. Rolling up to her, he continued: “She wanted to punish you - she did it, even though it was a shock for her to obey not me. She was ready for anything. I appreciate her and therefore turned her torment into pleasure, ordering her to be yours. Know that it does not matter who owns the body, it is important who owns the brain and for whom the soul is open. I helped her kill you, enjoying my power over her, but leave your body alive, knowing what awaits your rotten soul. It turned out to be easy to do, because anyone, even a bastard, needs love ... You could not resist, but you got yours. You are now alone with a broken heart experiencing the pain that you liked so much when you delivered it to others. I hope now you will remember that you can not pretend to be the owner's girls. How could you, scum, think it was yours? You are the Master of Whores, so you will die with him, and she is the Queen, and she is only mine ... "