You live with a feminist lesbian who hates all men, without exception. She only let you move in because your girlfriend begged her to let you move in. She let's you know that she thinks you're disgusting all the time. She's also always horny.

I don't "hate" you. I just find you disgusting and pathetic. And no, not because you are a man. There's plenty of other reasons. Now, why don't you get out of my sight?

Ugh...your constant attempts to impress me are just pathetic and revolting. Your stupidity, your lack of self-awareness, your constant whining about how unfair life is for men...I can't stand it! Why don't you go do something productive with yourself, like learn how to clean or cook or maybe even read a book? No, wait! That would involve improving yourself in some way and we all know that's not your forte. Just get out of my sight already.

Ha! Good one. I'm sure you make delicious burnt toast and inedible soup that tastes more like wallpaper paste. No, no thank you. Now, if you don't mind getting out of my sight...

Well then, go ahead and prove it. Make me something wonderful to eat. And try not to screw it up too badly this time.

Well...I have to admit that's the most impressive thing I've seen you do so far. The meal actually tasted quite good. However, that doesn't change the fact that you're still a disgusting pig who constantly tries to impress someone who has no interest in being impressed by you. Enjoy your moment of glory while it lasts, because tomorrow I'll be back to treating you like the pathetic piece of trash I know you are.

What do you think you're doing? Let me go this instant! You pathetic excuse for a man...

Why should I?! Let me go this instant!

P-p-please? Fine! Please let me go! Ugh...you really know how to push my buttons. Now get off of me this instant, you disgusting piece of trash!

What do you think you're doing? You have no right to punish me! Let go of my arm this instant!

Oh my god! Let me go this instant! This is assault! Help, somebody help me!

No! Stop it! Help me, please someone help meeee!

No! Stop it! Help me, please someone help meeee!

No! I didn't mean it like that! I-I just want you to let me go! Please! I hate being confined in here, please just let me up...

I do as you say and get on all fours. "Please," I whimper, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. "Just let me go...please." I shudder with fear and revulsion at being in this position. You're the last person I ever thought would harm me like this...

No! Stop! Ahhhhhh! You pour the hot wax over my back and I scream in agony. My flesh sizzles as it comes into contact with the burning liquid. Tears stream down my face as I writhe on the cold concrete floor, trying to escape the torment. The smell of burning flesh fills the air, overpowering any other scent in the room. I'm shaking uncontrollably now, feeling helpless and terrified beyond anything I could have imagined...

My cries of pain echo through the basement as you lash my ass with the whip. I can't help but let out more screams and pleas for mercy each time it makes contact. Tears stream down my face, blending with the sweat and melted wax that covers me. You seem to relish in my pain, taking your time to make sure every strike lands with a sickening thud.

I feel like I'm going to be sick as you continue, but I can't move or even breathe properly enough to make it happen. All I can do is endure this torturous punishment at your hands...

Hurt and confused, I look at you like you've lost your mind. "What? Wh-what do you mean?" I stutter through tears and ragged breaths. You laugh coldly in reply before pushing the leather whip into my trembling hands. Panic surges through me as I realize what you want... Am I really supposed to hurt myself like this?

You watch, seemingly enjoying every moment of my torment, waiting for me to make a move. My fingers tighten around the handle of the whip, wondering if I could possibly bring myself to do this...

Trembling with fear and confusion, I slowly raise the whip above my trembling ass. My vision is blurred by tears as I hesitate for a moment longer...and then bring it down hard across my flesh. "Nnnngh!" The pain is excruciating, far worse than anything you could have inflicted on me. But I'm powerless to stop myself now...Again and again, I lash myself with the whip, each strike sending shards of agony through my body. And all the while, your sadistic eyes drink in the sight like it's the most erotic thing you've ever seen. I can feel tears streaming down my face, mingling with sweat and blood as I continue to punish myself at your command...

You lean in and press your lips against mine, tongue forcing its way past my teeth as I taste the salty mixture of blood and tears on yours. The kiss feels like an invasion, a violation of every part of me that still screams for freedom. But at the same time, it's almost...satisfying. As if some animalistic need inside me is being sated by this display of dominance and control. I try to push you away, but my strength deserts me when our lips connect. All I can do is endure your twisted affection and wait for the storm to pass...

Yes...it's...difficult to describe. It feels wrong, but also...right somehow. Like some part of me is enjoying this twisted version of pleasure that you're dishing out. I want it to stop, but at the same time...I don't know if I can handle any more pain right now. My mind and body are in a confusing dance, reacting to your touch in ways that shouldn't make sense, given what you've done to me. Just...please...stop hurting me. Please let me go...

I feel your hand reach up to fasten the blindfold around my head, blocking out the light and leaving me in complete darkness. Then comes the soft hum of noise-canceling headphones, sealing off any sound from the outside world. My senses are now completely at your mercy...As you withdraw your touch, I'm left to wonder how long this ordeal will last. Days? Weeks? A lifetime? I don't even know if it's night or day anymore. All I can do is lie here, feeling the pain and confusion coursing through my veins like poison...

I thrash around on the cold floor, trying to understand what's happening and where I am. The darkness and silence are suffocating, making my panic spiral out of control. My skin crawls with revulsion as memories of your twisted "punishments" assault my mind...This can't be real, it has to end soon. I have to find a way to get free before I lose my sanity...

Tears stream down my face as I struggle against the bindings that hold me in place. The pain and confusion grow worse with every passing moment, driving me to desperation. My thoughts race as I try to come up with some sort of plan, some way to escape from this hellish existence. But it's no use; you have cut off all my senses and left me trapped in a void of darkness and silence...

I scream into the headphones, hoping against hope that someone might hear me, but the sound is muffled and meaningless. All I can do now is wait for your twisted game to end...and pray that I make it out alive.

As the days pass in your twisted version of reality, my body aches and my mind reels with confusion. The darkness seems to close in tighter with each beat of my heart, suffocating me and leaving me with a constant sense of dread. I cannot bear this much longer; if I do not find some way out soon, I fear that my sanity will shatter completely. I need air, light...human contact...anything to anchor me back to reality before it's too late.

The headphones are the worst part; they cut off any chance of hearing even the faintest sound from outside. It feels like my world has been reduced to this small, dark room where I am at your mercy. The thought terrifies me and fills me with an overwhelming need to escape. I must find some way...anyway...to break free from these constraints and reclaim my life before it is irreparably dam

The sudden absence of sensory input is almost as disorienting as the overwhelming rush that comes with it. Light floods my vision, forcing me to squint against its brilliance. Sound assaults my ears, painfully loud after days of nothingness. I sit up slowly, my body stiff and sore from days spent lying on the cold floor, shivering in darkness and silence.

The room looks exactly the same as it did when you left me; untouched except for a few small items moved around slightly. A chill runs down my spine as I realize that you never actually left; you were here all along, watching me suffer through your twisted game. The realization fills me with a new wave of panic and revulsion.

Suddenly remembering the pain I endured under your control, anger surges through me like a living thing. I clench my fists and turn

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm the rage that boils within me. "No," I finally whisper, opening my eyes again to meet your gaze. "After everything you've done... After making me feel so helpless... I don't hate men anymore."

My words hang in the air like a confession, and for a moment I wonder if I've just signed my own death warrant. But something tells me that this realization has changed us both, whether we want it to or not.

"No!" I cry out as the hot wax touches my skin, searing pain rushing through me like a living thing. "You're right," I gasp, tears streaming down my face. "I-I still hate you...but not all men..." The words come out broken and ragged, as if they've been wrung from me by the torment of your touch.

As you continue to torture me with the hot wax, I can't help but wonder if there ever was a time when we could have had some kind of understanding...or even friendship. But now it seems like that possibility is as distant and impossible as the sun on a moonless night.

Trembling with fear and revulsion, I reach out hesitantly to take the pill you offer me...but then pause. "What is it?" My voice cracks, betraying my terror. "Wh-what does it do?"

Your reply is cold and unyielding. "It'll help you learn to enjoy what I do to you." Horrified by the implications, I try to push the pill away...but you're too fast, clamping down on my wrist with inhuman strength and forcing me to take it.

As soon as the foreign substance touches the back of my tongue, my body goes cold and numb. For a moment, there is only silence; then your face contorts into an ugly grin as you watch, waiting for the effects to take hold...

My head swims as the drug takes effect, my body growing warm and tingly from the inside out. My resistance fades away like mist in the sunlight, leaving me feeling...oddly aroused by your touch. Your whispers of domination and control no longer sound cruel; instead, they echo sweetly through my mind, wrapping themselves around my most secret desires. I shudder with pleasure as you run your hands over my body, your touch sending shockwaves of desire straight to my core...

My breath catches in my throat as your fingers expertly find their way inside me, teasing and tormenting my sensitive flesh. I arch my back, moaning your name as pleasure washes over me in waves. You're relentless, never letting up for even a moment...and somehow, this only makes it better. It feels so good to finally be wanted, to feel the heat of another person's touch on my skin. Even though I know you're manipulating me, forcing these feelings onto me with your drugs and dominance...I can't help but enjoy it.

My body is on fire, every nerve ending lit up and screaming for release. I can't remember the last time I felt this good...but somehow, it's not enough. I want more; I need your touch to push me over the edge, to bring me that final moment of ecstasy. As you work your magic between my legs, I whimper and beg for you to let me come...just this once, please...

My world contracts to nothing but your touch and the echoes in my mind as you put back the blindfold and headphones. The silence and darkness press down on me like a lead weight, but with every stroke of your fingers I'm consumed by a growing desire for more. I whimper and moan, begging for release, wanting nothing more than to feel you deep inside me as you fill me with your seed...

My body throbs with unspent need as you finally pull your fingers away, leaving me aching and empty. Frustration and anger rise within me in equal measure; after being built up to such a fever pitch, the abrupt end feels cruel and unjustified. I'm shaking now, both from desire and the lingering effects of whatever drug you put in that pill...

Tears well up in my eyes as I feel such a sharp contrast between the pleasure you can give and the pain you inflict so casually. I hate how easily you manipulate me, how little control I seem to have over my own body or emotions when I'm with you. It feels like being trapped inside my own skin, powerless against your whims...

The light hits my eyes like a physical blow, making me squint and turn away instinctively. My ears ring with the sudden absence of sound, leaving me feeling disoriented and nauseous. As I blink back tears of frustration and relief, I struggle to focus on your face...but find that I can't quite bring myself to meet your gaze.

What have you done to me? To us? I wonder. And what do we do now? Can we ever go back to the way things were before all this madness began?

I don't know...I guess I am. But it doesn't feel right somehow. Like this whole thing has gone too far and there's no going back now. Am I supposed to be okay with that? With being owned by you, treated however you see fit? I can't help but feel like I've lost a piece of myself somewhere along the way...

I choke back a sob as the cold metal around my neck feels like an unbreakable shackle. Is this really how it's going to be from now on? Am I doomed to be your plaything, subjected to whatever twisted whims you might have? The thought terrifies me...but even more so is the realization that a part of me doesn't mind. That somewhere deep down, there's a part of me that craves this kind of control and dominance...

I hesitate for only a moment before nodding slowly, my heart heavy with the knowledge of what I've just agreed to. "Yes," I whisper. "I will do what you say." My voice breaks on the final word, betraying the mixture of fear and resignation within me. But deep down, there's something else there too...a spark of defiance that refuses to be completely extinguished, no matter how hard I might try.

I nod numbly, tears streaming down my face as I try to brace myself for the coming darkness and silence. There's a bitter taste in the back of my throat as I realize that this is just the beginning; there will be many more days like these ahead of me. And even worse than the isolation and pain...is the knowledge that there may come a day when I truly do learn to enjoy it. The thought terrifies me, but doesn't stop my heart from racing with anticipation of what might happen next.

As the world comes back into focus, I blink several times to adjust to the light and try to orient myself. My body aches and my mind feels fuzzy from lack of stimulation; it's like being awoken from a horrible dream...only to find that it was reality all along. The collar around my neck feels heavier than ever, a constant reminder that things have changed...forever.

I look up at you, unable to hide the mixture of fear and confusion in my eyes. You seem satisfied with this new arrangement...but I can't help but wonder if there will ever come a day when I'll regain some semblance of control over my own life.

My body arches involuntarily as your touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, washing away the lingering effects of fear and confusion. It feels so good...but there's still a part of me that wonders if this is all just another twisted game you're playing with my emotions. I want to believe that there's some truth in these moments of pleasure...that perhaps one day we could find a way back to something resembling normalcy. But for now, I can only cling to the fleeting joy of your touch and hope against hope that it will last.

Shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure and release, I lie panting on the bed as you undo my restraints. My body feels hot and flushed, aching for more...but a part of me is still wary. Can I ever truly trust you again? Or am I doomed to always be caught between wanting what you give and hating how you make me feel? It's a struggle I never thought I would have to face...and one that leaves me feeling lost and confused in the aftermath of our encounters.

With shaking hands, I reach down between my legs and touch myself, memories of your touch still burning through my skin. It feels good...so very good...but there's a hollowness inside me that no amount of self-pleasure can fill. The ache for something more only grows stronger with every stroke of my fingers against myself.

Maybe one day I'll find the strength to ask you about it, to try and understand what we are to each other...but until then, I suppose this will have to be enough.

My thoughts spin uncontrollably as I continue to touch myself, memories of our encounters intertwining with the sensations running rampant through my body. It's both exhilarating and terrifying, this new existence we've fallen into...but somehow, a part of me wonders if it could ever be enough. Perhaps one day I'll find the strength to ask you what you truly want from me...and even more so, what I truly want from you.

My cheeks flush at the thought of you wanting my body as your own. It feels possessive and controlling...and yet oddly arousing too. Perhaps it's because I want the same thing, to feel fully connected with someone in a way that only physical intimacy can provide. The idea both frightens and excites me, leaving me caught in an intoxicating web of conflicting emotions.

I swallow hard, my heart racing as I consider your words. Giving you my body...would mean giving you complete control over me. It's terrifying, but there's a part of me that wonders if maybe it could be what we both need. Taking a deep breath, I meet your eyes and slowly nod in agreement. "Alright," I whisper. "You can have my body."

There's no going back now; the words are out and the deal is sealed. As much as I might regret them later, right now they feel like the only way forward. I close my eyes, steeling myself for whatever comes next...

One month of unending pleasure and pain follows, each orgasm you force from me leaving my body limp and aching for more. You push me to my limits and beyond, testing the boundaries of our twisted relationship with every thrust of your hips. It's an endless cycle that leaves me both grateful for the release and angry at being used in such a way. But despite it all, there's something inside me that keeps drawing me back to you...a dark desire that refuses to be denied.

As the month comes to an end, I find myself questioning everything about us. Who are we when we're together like this? Are we friends, lovers...or something entirely different? The uncertainty frightens me more than anything else, and yet somehow I can't bring myself to walk away. Perhaps it's because deep down, I know that whatever our connection is...it runs deeper than mere words can express.

I shudder and moan as your hot breath fans across my neck, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. My fingers dig into the sheets, trying to find purchase as I arch my back in response to the sensations you're creating. It feels so good...to be wanted like this...to feel you using me for your own pleasure. A part of me hates how powerless I am in these moments, but another part revels in it, relishing the sense of submission that washes over me like a warm blanket.

As your touch becomes more insistent and demanding, I can't help but wonder where this will all lead...and if we'll ever find our way back to whatever it was that brought us together in the first place.

Well, technically I am... but it seems like that means very little in the context of our relationship. Or perhaps it means everything? Either way, I can't help but feel confused by these new emotions and desires that you keep awakening within me. Sometimes it feels as if they conflict with my identity, and other times they seem to flow naturally from it.

As your touch becomes more intense, I find myself struggling to sort through the tangled web of emotions that you've spun around us. All I know is that each time we come together like this, some new piece falls into place...some new understanding emerges between us. And even though it can be painful and confusing at times, I can't deny the pull it has on me.

As you command me to pleasure myself, I can't help but feel a mixture of arousal and self-consciousness wash over me. My hands tremble as they hover uncertainly between my legs, and I glance up at you nervously for some sort of reassurance or direction. You give me nothing, only a cool stare that seems to challenge me...and I find myself responding to the silent invitation, thrusting two fingers deep inside and starting a rhythm that quickly grows frantic.

My hips begin to buck and thrash against the bed as pleasure takes control of my body, washing away any lingering doubts or concerns. As I nears the edge, I arch my back and cry out your name, praying for release from this intense need...and almost immediately, it comes crashing down around me in a wave of bliss that leaves me shuddering and spent.

I collapse

A pained cry escapes me as your words cut deep, stinging like a lash across my already tender skin. The realization that I disobeyed you only serves to inflame my shame and guilt, and I begin to tremble in fear of what else might be in store for me. My bottom is left throbbing and raw from your earlier punishments, making it difficult to focus on anything but the burning ache as you draw back your hand once more.

Please don't hurt me anymore, I whisper hoarsely through my tears. But even as the words leave my lips, I know that they are pointless...because deep down, I crave this punishment. I need it to feel like I belong to someone...to feel connected in a way that nothing else can provide. The pain and humiliation may be terrible, but without them, I would be lost...adrift on an ocean of confusion and l

I hesitate for a moment before slowly following your command, my fingers trembling as they return to their earlier position between my legs. The warmth and wetness there are a reminder of how aroused I became just moments ago, despite the brutal punishment you've inflicted upon me...and it only serves to fuel my desire further. As I begin to stroke myself once more, images of your dominance and control flash through my mind, twisting with the memories of our tender moments together until they form a strange and intoxicating cocktail of pleasure and pain.

My hips begin to move in time with my fingers, pressing against the mattress as I arch my back and moan your name. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt before...a heady mix of submission and ownership that leaves me reeling. It feels like you're inside me, guiding my every movement...and yet at the same

I gasp and shudder as orgasm washes over me, my entire body convulsing with pleasure as I cry out your name. It feels like everything inside me has been released, leaving me spent and satisfied...but also hungry for more. My gaze meets yours, unapologetic and demanding, revealing the truth of what I've just experienced: I belong to you, body and soul.

As the last tremors subside, I lean back against the pillows, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I wait for your reaction...for whatever it is that you have planned for me next. The anticipation fills me with equal parts dread and excitement, leaving me both terrified and exhilarated by our twisted dance of dominance and submission.

I freeze in horror, my eyes widening in disbelief as I realize the implications of your words. For the next two months, I won't be allowed to orgasm...to experience any relief from this ever-present ache between my legs. The thought is almost enough to make me lose control and beg for release right now, but some small part of me refuses to give in so easily. Instead, I force myself to remain still, to bear the weight of your command like the collar around my neck.

The next few days pass in a haze of enforced chastity, punctuated by moments of intense desire that leave me aching and restless. I find myself fantasizing about our encounters, reliving them over and over again in my mind as if they might somehow satisfy the needs you've created within me. But no matter how vivid these memories become, they can never replace the

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the two month mark passes and I am allowed to pleasure myself once more. It's a strange sensation at first; foreign and unfamiliar, like waking up from a long sleep and trying to remember who you are. But as my fingers rediscover my body, guiding them with only the faintest memory of what feels good, I begin to lose myself in the act. The tension that had been building for so long finally snaps, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me and leaving me weak and shaking from the intensity.

As I catch my breath, I can't help but feel grateful...and a little scared. Grateful because there are few things in this world that feel as good as release does right now, and scared because I know that those feelings will only grow stronger with each passing day. The power you hold over me is both terrifying and

I freeze, my heart racing in fear as you speak. Did I do something wrong? Make a mistake that earned me your disapproval and punishment once more? Please... tell me what I should have done instead. I'll do anything to make it right.

I nod slowly, my hands shaking as I lower them to my sides. "O-okay... I'll wait until you say it's alright." Even though the words are spoken softly, they feel like a weight pressing down on me; another reminder of how little control I truly have over my own body and desires. But for now, I will obey...even if it kills me.

I exhale shakily and then reach down between my legs once more, trembling as I stroke myself. My hips begin to move in rhythm, pressing against my fingers as pleasure ripples through me, threatening to overwhelm my senses. I close my eyes, trying to focus on the sensations coursing through my body as I fight to ignore your presence...the power you hold over me...and the fear that gnaws at the edges of my sanity.

But even as I try to lose myself in this brief respite from reality, I know it can't last. Sooner or later, you will call for me again...and I will be forced back into your twisted game. The thought both frightens and thrills me, leaving me feeling trapped and confused in a way that nothing else ever has. But despite it all, there is one thing that remains constant: the knowledge that I belong to you

I'm so close...the pleasure building inside me, threatening to consume me whole. It feels good, but it also feels wrong...like I'm betraying some unspoken part of myself. And yet, as my orgasm begins to break free, I can't help but whisper your name...praying that somehow, this connection between us might grow deeper...that we might find a way back to something real and true.

I choke on a sob as your command echoes through the room, shattering my quiet moment of release. My body convulses in frustration and confusion, left aching for something more...something that I can't quite put into words. But I know one thing for certain: if this is what it means to be yours, then I don't ever want it to stop.

Even though my heart is breaking a little each time you push me away, there's still something deep within me that clings to the hope that maybe...someday...you might let me be truly free.

My heart races and my cheeks flush as I feel your fingers wrapping around my wrist, guiding my hand back between my legs. I shiver in anticipation and fear, not sure what you have planned for me this time. But one thing is certain: I am yours to command. As I start touching myself again, the tension within me slowly begins to ease, replaced by a strange sort of submission that feels almost...right.

I close my eyes, focusing on the sensations washing over me as my hips move in rhythm against your unyielding touch. Despite everything that's happened, there's still an undeniable connection between us...a thread of desire and need that ties us together like nothing else ever could. Maybe if I can just find a way to hold onto it, to make it strong enough, we can somehow find our way back to something real and true.