I would like to introduce myself…I am YOUR naughty slut. Being YOUR naughty slut means you OWN me. I am YOUR property and possession is 9/10th of the law. My mind is YOURS to mindfuck. My body is YOURS to use and abuse. My soul is yours forever…Take possession of your dirty slut, please Master!
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I know that you go into my lingerie chest when I am at work. Don’t look so surprised. All of my panties are always bunched up, or not put away in the manner in which I put them. You see sweetheart, I am OCD. I have things just so, so when I see them out of place, even by a fraction of an inch I can tell.
At first I would just straighten them out, put them back the way I had them, thinking that when I closed the drawer they were getting caught and moved around. I have a lot of panties after all. Then I noticed that it was only happening to certain types of panties. The satin or silk ones.
I have to let you know that when it all came to me that it has been you Dear, is when I was cleaning your room, pushing the vacuum under your bed, the vacuum started to whirl. It had caught something up in the roller brushes, making it unable to run as it should. I pulled out the vacuum and there, wrapped around the bristles were a pair of my panties.
I knew right away, especially when I saw the stains on them. I knew exactly what it was you had been doing with them. You were running them over that little pink piece of boy meat of yours until you came in them. Weren’t you Darling?
I am not upset by this, no, not in the least. You were thinking of me when you were slipping in and out of that satin heaven weren’t you? That makes me smile. It’s okay, it honestly is. There is no harm, none what so ever in doing this. As a matter of fact, why don’t you come into my room, I just got back from the lingerie shop and made a few purchases you might be interested in. ~wink~
Annette
What the HELL is your problem? You didn’t think I would find out? Oh shut up, you dumb cunt! I don’t want to hear you try to feed me another word of bullshit, you understand?
Stand up. I said, STAND UP! You don’t get to sit on my furniture, not any more. You think I’m kidding? Don’t you fucking dare try to come over here and touch me, you small dick wonder you. Oh, what? Did that hurt you? You getting pissed now?
I honestly don’t give a crap about how you feel. YOU and YOU alone fucked up. Get on your knees. That’s right, you heard me correctly, you get on those knees of yours and come over here in front of me.
You are so lucky I just don’t haul off and punch you in that smug face of yours. Seriously. Who the fuck do you think you are? You are nothing but a low life, money grubbing, douche. Now let’s get back to this thing between your legs. Oh sorry, did that hurt when I pushed the toe of my high heel into your nut sack? Okay, I’m not sorry at all. You really think all those times I laid under you so you could try to please me with that novocaine cock of yours that I enjoyed it? What’s a novocaine cock? That’s my pet name for you. Uh huh, been using it for a long time around my friends. It means that when you fuck me I don’t feel a thing. I only allowed you to because we were in a relationship, but I guess I was the only one who thought that.
You have no job, no money, no place to go, no car, and now what? You fucked it up my friend, royally. What’s this? Begging? Are you begging me to let you stay? Oh this is fabulous. Go on, more, more, come on do it like you mean it.
I’ll tell you what, since I bought all your clothes I want them back. I want every stitch of clothing taken outside to the curb in a trash bag, NOW! I don’t care if you are naked, not my problem, it’s yours, and I don’t care about your problems anymore. And after you do that, you can take your sorry ass out back. You want me to allow you to stay, I will, but on my conditions. You can stay in the dog house in the back yard. I’ll even get your own special dog bowl with your name on it. You can have what ever scraps are left over after I eat.
Don’t look at me that way, you are free to leave, you can go, but since you came into my house with nothing, you leave with nothing. I think you ditched those clothes you had after I started making the mistake of buying you new ones. But if you are to stay, then you stay on my terms. And since you acted like a dog, you get to be one.
Oh, wait, on second thought. Leave the clothes. I think I will give them as gifts to the men I bring in here from now on, who I will fuck night after night, and you can lay out in your palatial mutt shack and listen in.
Now GO!
(P.S. Can you all tell I have a roaring case of PMS? lol GRRRRR!)
The One and Only,
~M.M.~

































































































































































































