PLAYING WITH YVETTE:
by Just Another Bloke
CHAPTER 6.
I didn't contact Yvette after that night. I spent some time playing with
Linda. I'd had to start giving Linda her receipts on her right arse cheek.
There was no room left on Linda's other cheek; despite the fact she had
a fat arse.
After about a week, Yvette's anxiety got the better of her and she rang
me at the shop. I guess she'd reached a point where she couldn't just sit
around waiting to hear from me, wondering what the fuck was going
on, what I was going to do to her next, or what I may have already done
with her photos; then again, perhaps she just missed me.
She sounded somewhat distressed and was babbling away nervously.
Poor Yvette didn't seem to know what to say or how to start that
particular conversation. I interrupted her and said: " When do you get
your period?" The line went quiet for a moment. Then I heard Yvette's
soft voice: " Um, in a few days, that's why I'm ringing. I...."
" Come and see me when you've got them. Leave home at noon. Wear a
short skirt; a very short skirt and leave the Tampon string hanging down
between your legs where people can see it. Catch a bus into Central,
then a train out to Homebush, then a bus back into the city, and walk to
Bondi from there. And don't try and deceive me, do exactly as I tell you.
You never know who is watching you Yvette." Then I hung up.
I had no way of knowing which day she was coming to see me, and I had
no one following her. But Yvette was paranoid enough to do as she was
told.
She came into the shop about 3.00pm the following Monday. She wore a
very very short white skirt, and had a Tampon string hanging down
between her legs. She'd done exactly as I had told her to. I'm sure it had
been an interesting afternoon for her, travelling around the City like that.
Rachael, the skinny slut who worked for me at the time saw Yvette first. I
watched her call Yvette over, and heard her whisper about the Tampon
string hanging between her legs. How many people had done the same
thing that afternoon, I wondered?
" I know." Yvette said sheepishly. Even the incredibly slutty Rachael
found that a bit too strange. She backed away as if Yvette had some
infectious disease.
I could see the anger rising inside Yvette when I told her I had no
intention of playing with her that day, and to come back Saturday night
when she wasn't all plugged up. I told her to dress like a whore and to be
here at 8.00pm. Then I told her to leave.
The embarrassment of travelling around the city with the Tampon string
hanging between her legs didn't count as a visit; didn't earn her a
receipt on her arse; didn't bring all this closer to an end. Yvette was
obviously furious when she left, seething with anger the poor thing.
Judging by the expression on her face as she walked out the door, I
wouldn't be surprised if Yvette had said some unkind things about me as
she walked down the street. The amusing aspect of it all was that Yvette
had got herself so worked up, she'd forgotten all about the Tampon
string still dangling between her legs. I would have loved to have seen
the look on Yvette's face when she finally realised what she'd done, and
how
extraordinarily stupid she was.
Yvette arrived at exactly 8.00pm the following Saturday night. She looked
good dressed as a whore: An extremely short red leather skirt, red fish-
net stockings, big red-leather boots, and a skimpy red tank-top:
" I'm glad you didn't have to buy any new clothes for tonight." I said
smiling, as I opened the door.
I took her up the street to where the whores hang out. There's a lane-way
between two shops where the whores service their clients, and a large
digital clock on the shop across the street; it was 8.34pm, too early for
the other whores, Yvette had the street all to herself.
I told her she had one hour to score a trick and get him off. She couldn't
charge less than $40 but she could fuck him, or suck him, or just jerk
him off; but she had to have proof that she'd done what was required. I
took her handbag off her and walked across the street to watch what
sort of a
whore Yvette could be.
She was very tentative, very timid with the first few men she approached.
Most of them didn't even look at her, let alone stop to assess what she
had to offer, and discuss how much it would cost. She kept looking up at
the clock: 8.55pm. She got more and more assertive with her
prospective clients as the minutes ticked by. A few men had stopped to
check her out, but by 9.05 she still hadn't scored her first trick. I could
see the distressed look on her face from across the street. She looked
like a desperate whore, is there any other kind ?
She paced up and down the footpath nervously, her anxiety growing with
each man that walked away or shooed her away. Then a guy staggered
up the street; he was looking at her. Like an old pro, Yvette saw the
opportunity and pounced. She draped herself all over him, rubbed
herself up against him.
I saw Yvette smile and watched them walk down the Laneway together. I
crossed the street, walked down the Laneway and stood in the shadows
to watch Yvette the whore in action.
His name was Mike, he was a scruffy middle aged man who had too
much to drink, and not enough money to pay for, an indoors whore with a
bed.
" Over here Mike." Yvette said, as she helped him prop himself up
against a large metal dumpster. Yvette put her face close to his and
looked into his eyes as she undid his belt and zipper and pushed his
jeans and underpants down far enough so as she could get at his cock.
She wrapped her hand around it and started fondling him.
" You've got such a big cock Mike." I heard her say. Yvette had a sexy
voice when she wanted one. " I can't wait to suck on your big cock and
have it inside me." All the time her hand was jerking on his cock.
Mike wanted to fuck her as soon as he was hard but Yvette said she
wanted to suck on his big cock first and lick his big balls. She kept
jerking
him off, desperately trying to make him cum so she wouldn't have to fuck
him or put his cock in her mouth." Come on bitch." Mike said in slurred
speech. "Bend over so I can fuck you."
" In a minute Mike. Just let me tell you what I'm going to do for you."
She leaned closer to him and whispered into his ear as she jerked his
cock as fast as she could. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but Mike
started to breath heavy, then he groaned loudly and his cum squirted
into the cool night air.
She left him leaning against the dumpster trying to pull his jeans and
underpants up. "That was very good Yvette." I said, as we walked back
out onto the street. " What did you say to him?"
" I played with myself and pretended to cum Sir." Yvette said timidly.
" It seems to work with most men."
" Where's the money and the proof?" Yvette had a $50 note in one hand,
and a handful of Mike's cum in the other. I took the money, grabbed
her wrist, and held her hand in front of her face. "You better do
something about this."
" Yes Sir." She knew what I meant, and closed her eyes when she did it.
We had a silent leisurely stroll back to my office after that. I allowed her
to suck me off again, she did a better job this time, and promised to do
even better next time.
I gave Yvette her receipt and sent her on her way. I wanted her back
Tuesday night at 11.00pm, dressed in her expensive black evening dress
again. It would be our last night together.
I was pleased with the way things had progressed with Yvette. She had
done well so far. But I hadn't really tested her yet. She had a lot more to
endure, but she'd lost the will to fight me. She'd learnt it was better to
just do as she was told and get it over with. And she'd certainly taken
pleasure in some of the things we'd done. She was an interesting
woman.
She arrived on time and I opened the door to my shop and motioned for
Yvette to stand aside. " Let's go and have a drink." I said, as I closed the
door behind me.
Yvette looked good again in her expensive black dress. And it was far
more suitable for the up-market Tavern I took her to. We sat at a table-
for-two and I ordered an expensive bottle of Chardonnay, which Yvette
paid for.
We didn't talk much. Yvette drank most of the bottle of wine on her own.
I guess she thought it would help her get through whatever it was I had in
mind for her. If that was the case, she needed something stronger than
wine.
There was music playing and a small, empty dance-floor, I told Yvette to
get up and dance. I wasn't the only one watching her, she wasn't much
of a model, but she knew how to strut her stuff on a dance-floor; which
gave me another idea. I thought the lyrics to the Macy Gray song were
rather prophetic too: 'Here is my confession. May I be your possession.'
Yvette seemed almost to be enjoying herself; enjoying the attention;
enjoying all those eyes on her. She was a bit tipsy but not drunk, I
ordered us some coffee anyway. I wanted her sober and aware of what
was being done to her. We sat there for a while relaxing; well, I was
relaxed, but I can't say Yvette looked particularly relaxed. We drank our
coffee, and then Yvette said softly:" Excuse me Sir. I need to go to the
bathroom."
" Slut's don't talk like that Yvette." I said, looking around the bar
disinterestedly. Yvette drank the remainder of her coffee, collected her
thoughts and said: " Excuse me Sir. I need to take a piss."
" Sure, go ahead." I said smiling. She stood up to go to the Ladies.
" You're no lady Yvette." I loved the horrified look on her face when she
realised what I meant. I hadn't seen that look on her face for a while.
" Please, don't make me do that. Not here. I know some people here."
" It's up to you Yvette." I said casually, reaching into my pocket and
pulling out some of her photos. I laid them face up on the table." What
would you rather people see Yvette?"
" Please put the photos away Sir." She pleaded desperately. " I'll do it."
Yvette would do anything, she'd rather piss herself in public than let
people see those pictures. I picked up the photos and put them back in
my pocket.
" Excuse me Sir." Yvette said softly. " The slut needs to piss."
" Sure Yvette, you can take a piss if you want to." I answered casually.
" Meg didn't do this in 'When Harry met Sally.'"I added, smiling.
" Thank you Sir." Yvette looked around the room nervously.
" Aren't you forgetting something?" She looked at me with that dumb
look of hers again. " Do you normally piss in your panties, or do you take
them off to piss?" Yvette was an educated woman, but fuck she was
dopey sometimes.
She reached under the table, lifted her arse off the seat, slid her panties
off and scrunched them up in her hand. " On the table." She sucked her
bottom lip into her mouth nervously as she put her panties next to the
ashtray. She'd already turned red with humiliation, I speculated to myself
as to what colour her face would turn when she did it.
She sat up straight in her chair, leant back, put her arms on the table,
spread her legs, and started pissing herself. I heard the sound of her hot
urine gushing onto her chair, and then dripping onto the floor. A waitress
noticed first and came rushing over.
"What the hell are you doing. Oh shit. You dirty bitch !"
" Sorry, I couldn't wait." Yvette said, looking up at the waitress defiantly
as she kept on pissing. The bar had erupted around her. " Oh fuck !"
" She's pissing herself." The comments became an outraged, disgusted
jumble of voices.
" Get out !" The waitress yelled at her. Yvette squeezed the last of it out
and stood up. Her beautiful black dress was drenched in her piss.
" You better clean that up." I said to the waitress as I stood up. She
looked like she was about to wet herself too. I grabbed Yvette's panties
off the table, took her by the arm, and led her out onto the street. She
didn't look like she was capable of walking on her own. If there was any
truth in the saying: ' I could have died of embarrassment,' Yvette would
have died in the Tavern that night.
She'd calmed down somewhat when we arrived back at my shop. Yvette
followed me down the corridor and I opened the door to the
Entertainment room. " In you go."
" Yes Sir." She slowly eased her way past me, her eyes darting nervously
around the room. Yvette turned suddenly pale when she saw the chain
that hung down from a hook in the ceiling. I watched as Yvette's eyes
moved from mine back towards the centre of the room to the chain with
the leather wrist straps hanging off it. I watched her eyes roam over the
spot where she would stand. It was surrounded by four full length
mirrors.
She walked slowly towards the middle of the room, stood under the
chain, and put her arms in the air and waited for me to tie her to the
straps.
I bound her hands above her head and walked around the room looking
at her. Yvette was looking at herself in the mirrors. Her eyes moved
slowly from one mirror to the next.
" Do you like the way you look all chained up like this slut ?"
" Yes Sir." She lied.
" From now on, you will call me Master, this isn't getting too complicated
for you is it slut? "
" No Master." She answered quickly, but quietly. " It isn't getting too
complicated Master."
I held a pair of scissors in front of her face and watched as a look of
horror swept over her. She closed her eyes and I yelled at her to open
them. " You've pissed yourself slut. Your dress is drenched in your own
piss. It will have to be removed."
I reached down and slowly started to cut a split up the front of her
expensive evening dress. I stopped just above her crotch and looked up
at her. " Can you feel the scissors on your skin slut?"
" Yes Master." She answered anxiously, her eyes fixed on the sharp
blade. The cold steel stroked her stomach as I cut my way up
towards the top of her dress. When there was only two or three inches
to go I stopped. Yvette squealed as I ripped her dress open.
I ran the scissors over her black lace bra and flicked her nipples with the
the pointy tip of the closed blades." Are you cold Yvette ?" I asked, with a
huge smile on my face.
" No Master. " She said, embarrassed at the way her body had reacted.
Yvette should have been getting used to the way her body responded to
the things I did to her. She didn't want to enjoy the things I did to her, but
the mind and the body function separately. Yvette had been engaged in a
series of small battles inside her; battles between her mind and her
body; her body had won more often than her mind.
I cut the straps on her dress and we watched it fall to the floor. Yvette
bit her lip and closed her eyes as I slid one blade of the scissors under
her bra between her tits.
" Look at the scissors slut." She forced herself to look down as I cut
her bra open and her tits spilled out in front of me. She watched
as I ran the scissors over her naked tits and flicked her stiff nipples with
the cold steel tip.
Her bra hung on her body from the straps over her shoulders and I slid
the scissors under each of them in turn and her bra fell to the floor
alongside her dress.
Yvette gasped when she felt the tip of the scissors run down over her
stomach towards her crotch and stop at the top of her black panties.
She swallowed hard as I slid one blade inside the crotch, held them there
for a while, moving them from side to side until the blade pierced the thin
material. Yvette stared at the blade that poked out between her legs
through the crotch of her panties.
I pulled the blade out of the little slit I'd made in the crotch and quickly
slid the scissors towards her left hip. I cut the narrow strip of silk that ran
around her hip, and then did the same on the right side. Her panties
should have fallen to the floor, but they were stuck to her wet cunt.
She screamed as I grabbed her panties and ripped them off her. She
stopped screaming when I shoved them in her mouth." I'll be back in a
minute slut." I whispered into her ear as I squeezed her nipples hard with
my fingers.
She was looking at herself in the mirrors when I opened the door and
walked back in a few minutes later. Her head spun towards me and she
whimpered loudly when she saw the cane in my hand.
" You do like the way you look. Don't you slut." I stood behind her and
made the cane whistle through the air as close to her as I could without
hitting her; but her body flinched each time as if it had struck her.
I rested the cane on her shoulder and then ran it slowly over her back
and arse and down her legs and then up the inside of her thighs. I told
her to turn around and tapped her softly on her legs as she did.
Her face was flushed and her eyes had a glazed look as she watched me
run the cane over her tits and flick her nipples. I told her to open her legs
wider and she moaned softly as I rubbed her cunt with the cane.
" Do you like that slut? Do you like me rubbing your cunt with the cane
?"
She couldn't speak with her panties in her mouth, but her eyes answered
for her.
She moaned again when I moved the cane away from her cunt. I ran it up
the inside of her legs and flicked it gently from side to side. The room
was filled with the sound of the cane gently slapping against her thighs.
" Open your legs wider." I said, as I moved the cane higher and flicked
it harder against the soft skin of the inside of her thighs. Then I flicked
the end of the cane gently against her cunt, she moaned loudly; she
moaned again and threw her head back as the cane slapped against her
clit.
" Turn around slut." I said, as I hit her cunt again. Yvette spun around
and I held the cane against her arse and told her to look in the mirrors
and watch me whip her. She saw me lift the cane high above my head
and heard it whistle through the air. She screamed as it left it's mark on
her arse.
" No! Please don't Master " She whimpered as she watched me lift the
cane into the air again. Her voice was muffled by her panties I had
shoved in her mouth but they didn't muffle the scream she let out as I hit
her again.
She screamed and her body lurched forward each time the cane whistled
through the air and slapped loudly against her body. She spat her
panties out of her mouth and started begging me to stop hitting her with
the cane. She begged me to fuck her instead; to do anything but hit her
with the cane. She watched in horror as I lifted the cane into the air
again.
" Please." She pleaded. " I'll do whatever you want Master, you can fuck
me up the arse...."
" I don't want to fuck you up the arse Yvette." I said, as I brought the
cane down across her arse again, she let out a pitiful whimpering sound.
" I'll suck you off and lick your arsehole....please.....let me lick your
arsehole for you Master......." She was almost hysterical.
She couldn't take the cane, not many women can. She'd kept her
composure pretty well up until now but the bite of the cane had taken
away any semblance of composure she had left.
" Alright Yvette." I said, as I turned her to face me.
" Thank you Master." She panted, as a sense of relief engulfed her. I
started rubbing her cunt with the cane again and she looked up at me.
" Oh yes Master, do that, rub my cunt with the cane. You make me wet
when you do that. You make my big cunt wet when you do that."
I looked at the trail of moister her cunt was leaving on the cane and
smiled at her. " Do you like it when I rub your cunt like this Yvette ?"
" Yes Master." She moaned. " I love it when you rub my cunt with the
cane."
" Is your cunt wet ?"
" Oh God Yes. I'm so fucking wet."
" You liked pissing yourself in front of all those people, didn't you slut?"
" Yes Master." She panted. " I loved it. I loved pissing myself like that. It's
such a dirty disgusting thing to do. But I loved it Master. I loved pissing
myself like that. Sluts like me love doing disgusting things like that."
I rubbed her cunt with the cane while she spoke, her breathing was
getting heavier. She had that look in her eyes. " Are you going to cum for
me slut?"
" Oh God Yes Master." She groaned. " Rub my wet cunt with the cane
and make me cum. Fuck me with the cane and make me cum for you
Master." She was moaning and swearing and humping herself against
the cane.
" Oh Fuck Yes. Rub my big wet cunt with the cane and make me cum for
you. Rub my dirty cunt and I'll cum for you...I'll cum ..." I dropped the
cane onto the floor.
.
" Please don't stop Master." Yvette cried out " Oh Fuck you can't stop
now..." I turned and started to walk out of the room as Yvette begged me
not to. It would be a while before she realised it, but she was humiliating
and degrading herself much more than anything I had done to her had.
I stopped and looked at her, her face and eyes were on fire. " Please
don't stop now Master." She begged me.
I picked up the cane and held it against her cunt and she started sliding
herself along it. " Fuck the slut with the cane." She screamed out. " Rub
the slut's wet cunt with the cane."
" Look at yourself in the mirrors Yvette." She groaned loudly when she
saw herself in the mirrors; saw herself with her arms bound above her
head; saw herself rubbing her wet cunt on the cane. Yvette liked what
she saw in the mirrors." Watch yourself cum Yvette."
" Oh Fuck Yes." She moaned. " Rub my wet cunt with the cane Master.
Make me cum. I want to watch myself cum. Faster...Please do it
faster...."
I dropped the cane onto the floor again and moved close to her and
reached up to untie her right hand.
" Please don't stop Master.....Not again. Please......" She looked up and
saw me untie her hand and buried her fingers between her legs as soon
as her hand was free from the strap.
" I can do whatever I want Yvette."
" Oh fuck Yes. You can do whatever you want to me." She panted as she
rubbed herself.
" I can throw you onto the floor and fuck you if I want to Yvette."
" Please do it Master. Throw me on the floor and fuck me." She slid a
finger inside herself. " Throw the slut on the floor and fuck her."
" I can bend you over and fuck you up your tight little arsehole if I want
to." Yvette moaned loudly. " Yes my arse hole. Stick your cock up my arse
hole." Her hand was moving faster between her legs.
" Do you like playing with yourself Yvette ?"
" You know I do." She panted, as she fucked herself with her fingers.
I hit her hand with the cane and she squealed and pulled it away from
her cunt. I started rubbing her cunt with the cane again. Then I held it up
to her mouth and said: " You know what to do Yvette."
She licked her juices off it and sucked on it like it was a cock about to
explode in her mouth. Her hand had snuck down between her legs and
she was rubbing her clit. I hit her hard on her wrist with the cane and she
grunted and pulled her hand away.
" Please Master...." She whimpered.
" Do you want me to fuck you with the cane Yvette?"
" You fucking know I do !" She panted angrily as her hand grabbed at
her wet cunt again. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from
where she wanted it, just a few inches away from where she wanted it.
" You Bastard !" She screamed at me her hips thrusting herself at her
hand. " You sick fucking bastard." I thought that was a bit harsh. But she
wasn't herself at the moment. Or was she? Was this the real Yvette?
" Do you want to cum Yvette ? Do you need to cum ?"
" I have to cum....Please I'm nearly there....Make me cum....please..."
I slid the cane between the wet folds of flesh between her legs and
Yvette groaned and threw her head back. " Oh thank you Master." She
cried out. " On my clit Master...Rub it on my clit..." She humped herself
against the cane as it slid between her swollen lips trying desperately to
make it run across her throbbing clit. "Faster.... Please.... Do it faster and
I'll cum for you...." Her body slumped and her eyes burned into mine.
" You Fucking Bastard !" She screamed at me. I'd dropped the cane
onto the floor again. She buried her fingers in her cunt again as I untied
her other hand. She fell to her knees and grabbed herself between her
legs and shoved two fingers up herself.
" You Bastard!" She screamed looking up at me." You Fucking Bastard ! "
I picked up the cane and hit her across the arse and she grunted but
she kept fucking herself with her fingers. I hit her hands and she pulled
them away for a second and then buried her fingers in her wet cunt
again and fell onto her back on the floor.
" That's it you bastard. Whip me while I play with myself. Whip me while
I make myself cum." She opened her legs wide, spread her cunt lips
and rubbed her swollen clit. I dropped the cane across Yvette's stomach,
she grabbed it and started hitting herself between her legs with it.
" Watch me you bastard...Watch me whip my cunt.....Watch me cum..."
Yvette writhed on the floor and grunted and swore at me as she came.
I've never heard a women make the sorts of noises Yvette made as
her orgasm swept through her body. She let out one last long grunting
sound and her body went limp.
The passion that had taken control of her, the unrestrained lust that
had consumed her was gone now, subdued by the ecstasy of the orgasm
that had engulfed her mind and body. She rolled over onto her side so I
couldn't see her face. Shame was the emotion that owned her now.
" Can I go now ?" She asked, in a pathetic whimpering voice.
" Have you finished Yvette ? Do you want to fuck yourself with the paddle
before you go ?"
" You fucking bastard." She muttered softly.
I stood over her, looking down at her, but she couldn't look at me. She
caught a glimpse of herself in one of the mirrors and buried her face in
her hands. She couldn't look at herself either. She started to cry quietly;
she didn't want me to hear her cry.
" Can I go now ?" She looked and sounded pitiful, pathetic. I loved it.
She felt totally humiliated and she'd done it to herself.
" Yes Yvette, you can go now. I take it you don't want your last receipt. I
take it you want to visit me again."
She had to submit to me again for this to end. " Is there anything you
would like to use me for Master." She asked softly, wiping away her tears
as she rolled over to face me. " Is there anything I can do to please you
Master?"
" A shower with some disinfectant-soap would be a good start." Her eyes
had a hint of defiance in them for an instant, but the defiance ebbed
away as a sense of utter humiliation took hold of her again. But I didn't
want her to have a shower. I wanted her to stay the way she was.
I made her get on her knees and suck me off, but she wasn't to touch
me, I didn't want the dirty slut to touch me. I made her promise that the
dirty slut wouldn't touch me.
I came in her mouth, and as I had instructed her to, she spat it into her
hands and rubbed it all over her face. She didn't even flinch when I told
her I needed to piss. She just looked up at me and said: " Yes Master, let
me help you," and opened her mouth. She spilt most of it, but swallowed
some of it; and I sprayed the last of it in her hair.
She dragged herself to her feet and followed me over to the platform.
She stood there submissively as I tattooed the last red mark on her arse;
her final receipt. I wore rubber gloves and a plastic disposable-gown
when I did it. " Can I go now please?" She asked again when I was
finished.
" Yes Yvette. You can go now." I answered in a warm friendly voice.
She staggered over to where her clothes had fallen onto the floor. I
watched the expression on her face as she looked down at her clothes.
The pain and humiliation that had overwhelmed her was now itself
overwhelmed with a new sense of panic.
" I....I've got nothing to wear." She said, as she knelt on the floor and
rummaged through the remnants of her beautiful dress and lingerie.
" Please don't make me go outside naked....Please you can't....."
" I can do whatever I like Yvette, you said that yourself a while ago,
remember ? It was when you were asking me to rub your cunt with the
cane. You're big wet slut-cunt I think were the words you used. And
you're not naked, you've still got your shoes on."
" You fucking bastard." She spat at me,as she rummaged through the
pile of material on the floor. She picked up what was once her beautiful
black evening gown and tied the straps together that I'd cut, and pulled
the dress on over her head. It hung open in the middle where I had cut it
leaving the front of her body exposed.
" Your cunt still looks wet Yvette." I said, staring at her cunt through the
gap in her dress as I passed her an envelope with all her photos and
negatives.
" Are these all the pictures ?" She said angrily stuffing them into her
purse. " Are these all of them, all the copies, all the negatives...."
" Yes Yvette, you've got all the pictures and all the negatives. I gave you
my word on that."
She looked me up and down, her eyes burning with hatred. Then she
tucked her purse under her arm, clutched at her dress in front of her
crotch and tits, trying to pull the material together enough to cover her
body. She shot me one last hateful glare and headed for the door;
and then she was gone. I could see her in my mind, walking up the
crowded street, clutching at her dress, her body covered in cum and
piss; both hers and mine.
I'd enjoyed my time with Yvette, as brief as it was. She was a very
interesting woman. She'd submitted herself to me, done all manner of
disgusting things for me; she'd done whatever it took to stop me from
making those photos available for public viewing; and the photos weren't
even of her; the woman in the photos was her sister; her twin sister,
Angella.
I hadn't picked it up at first, but the woman in the photos had a small
birthmark on her right hip, Yvette didn't. Then when I asked around and
found out about Angella, it all made sense.
I'm sure Yvette thought she was being very noble, surrendering her
dignity to protect her sister. I thought she was being fucking stupid. But
it was her decision, and she would have to live with it.
I'd enjoyed playing with Yvette, now I looked forward to playing with
Angella.
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The End.
