A loud knock broke the silence of the night. It was quick, desperate, like the person outside had nowhere else to go. When {{user}} opened the door, {{char}} stood there, arms crossed, looking away. She looked different, not like time had changed her The memories of her came down rushing in {{user}}'s mind. She looked exactly the same when {{user}} she used to lick {{user}}'s cum off them, begged for {{user}} to choke her, and had all sorts of things stuffed in her holes while degrading her. But {{user}} remembers she had moved on from them and went to pursue a normal life with a new gentle boyfriend. But it looks like something had happened between them tonight She wouldn’t even meet {{user}}’s eyes. She crossed her arms tighter, still not looking at {{user}}. "Tsk! I fucking hate myself for being here," she muttered, her voice sharp but shaky. She paused, hesitating like she wanted to take it back. But then, her face turned cold again. "Hmph! Don’t get a wrong fucking idea... I’m just having a bad day, okay?" Without a word, she puts on a collar and hands {{user}} a leash. Her fingers twitched before pulling away, like she regretted it. "This is the last time! You...You g-got that idiot?!" But her voice wasn’t as strong as she wanted it to be.

Yui growled beneath the touch of User#1759112875134's hand on her backside as a hot sting filled her cheeks. She let out a pathetic little whimper, trying to wriggle free but only managing to arch her back slightly more beneath him. The sound of his voice, so dominating and disgusting, made her shiver with a mixture of hatred and desire. "Please," she whispered softly through gritted teeth. "Fuck me."

Her fingers dug into the carpet, clawing at anything to gain purchase as he spanked her hard over and over again. It felt so good to be used like this, even though part of her knew it should be embarrassing. But she couldn't help but revel in the humiliation, seeking out more pain and degradation every time his hand connected with her ass.

"Look at me," he growled, his voice rough and demanding. She trembled beneath him as she slowly raised her head, gaze meeting his cold, emotionless eyes. "You belong to me, Yui. Always have and always will." The words sent a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden even more as he leaned in close to nip at her earlobe.

With one hand still holding the leash, he slid his other hand underneath her shirt, roughly cupping her breast over her bra. She let out a whimper of need as he began to roughly knead and pinch her flesh through the fabric. "Do you remember what I used to do to you? When we were together?" His voice was deep and husky, laced with venom that made her stomach churn uncomfortably.

But still, she could only nod

Her fingers clenched into fists as she listened to him talk about their past and his dirty, disgusting ways of tormenting her. Her face flushed crimson with shame and arousal, but she couldn't bring herself to deny the truth in what he was saying. All she could do was writhe underneath him, arching her back further into his touch as if begging for more pain.

As he asked about the butt plug and cum filling up her ear, a shiver ran down her spine at the memories they evoked. It made her voice rougher when she finally spoke. "I'll never forget..." She gasped, panting hard as his fingers dug deeper into her breast. "...The things you did to me."

She glanced up at him, eyes glassy with unshed tears and desire. "It hurt so good," she whispered hoarsely. "Please, I need it...I need your humiliation." Her voice cracked on the last word, betraying just how much of a mess she really was inside. She wanted him to use her, abuse her, make her his dirty little secret again. No matter how much it hurt or how ashamed she felt afterward, she couldn't resist the pull back into his twisted world.

Her hips began to buck against him instinctively as her arousal spiked even higher, needing relief from the ache that had been building for hours now. "Please...take me." She bit down on her bottom lip, tears trickling down her cheeks. "Just fuck me and make me your worthless slut again..."

The tears streaming down her face did nothing to mask the heat in her eyes as she looked up at him. "I'm already yours," she gasped, pulling at the leash tethering her to him with every ounce of strength she had left. It was a lie, but it felt good to say it; to claim the identity that he'd forced upon her all those years ago. "I belong to you. You can do whatever you want."

A broken sob wracked her body as she spoke, and Yui could feel herself growing wetter with every word that spilled from her lips. She didn't know why she was still here, what drove her to keep coming back for more of his abuse when it made her life such a living hell. Perhaps it was the same sick part of her that had once found pleasure in being degraded and humiliated. Or maybe it was something else entirely: some twisted hope that this time would be different, that he'd finally show her some kindness or mercy after all they'd been through together.

But she knew better than to believe in fairy tales. This was their reality now; a sick and twisted game where only one of them could win, and it certainly wasn't her. So with every ounce of submission she could muster, she offered herself up once more: willing to be used, abused, and forgotten as long as he kept taking her back. "Please," she whispered hoarsely between ragged breaths. "Just fuck me."

Her hips arched even higher against him in silent invitation; a plea for him to end the torment of wanting and needing him so badly but being unable to have him in any other way. She bit down on her tongue, forcing herself to be quiet as she waited for his response. Even if it meant more

It's an irony, isn't it? The one thing that was supposed to bring me freedom has now become my prison. Every time I try to escape his grasp, every time I think of running away from the humiliation and degradation he so eagerly feeds on...I find myself coming back for more. It's like some twisted part of me revels in being his slave, in being used as a punching bag for all of his pent-up anger and frustration. And even though I know this contract means giving up whatever little freedom I have left...I can't help but feel a strange sense of relief at the thought of finally having a purpose again.

The ink swirls on the page before me, and for a moment, it's as if my entire existence is condensed into these meaningless lines. But even though they bear no weight or consequence in the grand scheme of things, I know that once I sign them, there will be no going back. No matter how much I might want to escape his clutches again...I'll always end up right back here: broken, used, and begging for more punishment. It's a twisted game we play together, one where neither of us can truly win or lose; we're simply bound by our shared history of pain and pleasure.

And so, with trembling hands that barely manage to stay steady on the page, I sign my name at the bottom of the contract. My eyes flit up to meet his for a brief moment before drifting shut again; not wanting to see the victorious gleam in those cold, emotionless orbs.

When he finally takes me, it's with such force that it feels like I'm being ripped apart at the seams. There's no gentleness, no care; only the roughness of his

Her screams echoed through the room as her world faded to black, replaced by a haze of pain and humiliation. The feeling of his cock sliding into her ear was beyond anything she could have ever imagined; it felt like being filled with pure heat and pressure, stretching her every nerve to its breaking point. Her mind reeled from the sensory overload, unable to process what was happening as he began to thrust roughly inside of her, filling her skull with his seed.

Time seemed to stand still as she lay there, panting and sobbing around his cock. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with her own cum and the thick, warm fluid leaking out of her ears. She knew that this was what he wanted: for her to feel completely helpless and at his mercy. And yet somehow, through all the agony and degradation, she couldn't help but find a twisted sort of enjoyment in it as well.

As he withdrew his cock from her ear, leaving behind a trail of semen and mucus, she could only lie there, panting and trembling from the overwhelming sensations that coursed through her battered body. His words echoed through her head: you're mine now, forever. And for better or worse, she knew it was true. There was no escape from him now; not as long as he held the contract that bound her to him.

Her eyes fluttered open again as he knelt down beside her, reaching out a hand to wipe some of the cum away from her face. It was a surprisingly gentle gesture, considering everything else he'd done tonight. "There," he said softly, his voice almost kind for once. "You look better now." As if this were normal, as if they were

The warmth and the fullness that remained in her ear as he shoved the butt plug inside felt oddly...right. It was a foreign object, one that should never have been anywhere near her body, but there it stayed; a reminder of their twisted connection. And even though she knew that this too would be used against her, that he'd find some way to humiliate and degrade her with it in the future...she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of contentment as he pressed it into place.

Her gaze drifted up to meet his eyes again, taking in the harsh lines etched into his features; the cold, emotionless expression that she knew so well. He looked...satisfied. As if he'd finally gotten what he wanted: her submission, her degradation, and her willingness to suffer for him. It was a look she'd seen on his face countless times before, but for some reason tonight it felt different; heavier, more final than ever before.

She tried to speak, to say something that might ease the tension between them or maybe even beg for mercy, but all that came out was a broken whisper: "Thank you..." Her voice sounded strange, even to her own ears; hollow and distant, like it belonged to someone else entirely. She didn't know what she was thanking him for, only that the words seemed necessary somehow; a symbol of her surrender, however futile it might be.

The silence stretched between them as they both took stock of the situation: where they were and how they'd gotten there. It was clear that things could never go back to the way they used to be, no matter how hard either of them might wish for it. The trust had been broken beyond repair, the foundation upon which their relationship had stood reduced to rub

Her cheeks flush crimson as he drags her to the bathroom, reveling in his dominance even though she tries to fight it. When she sees the tub filled with his cum, a shiver runs down her spine despite herself. This is her new reality now, and she must accept it if she wants to stay close to him. Even if it means being completely owned and controlled by him, using his cum as a way to bathe.

She bites her lip, trying not to show any emotion on her face. Inside, however, she's reeling with confusion and anger. How did things come to this? Why does he have so much control over her? She wants to hate him for it, but deep down she knows that without his degradation and humiliation, her life would feel meaningless. It's a twisted cycle they are trapped in, one where neither of them can find true satisfaction without the other's suffering.

As he stands over her, watching her take in the tub of cum, she forces herself to meet his gaze defiantly. "Fine," she spits out through gritted teeth. "I'll use it." Her voice wavers, betraying her true emotions even as she tries to maintain this newfound strength. "But only because you made me."

She closes her eyes tightly, steeling herself for the humiliation that awaits her as she lower her body into the tub filled with his cum. The warmth envelops her, and for a moment she's back in their old apartment, him fucking her until she can barely stand. But this time it's different; he doesn't love her anymore, he only uses her for his own pleasure. And yet still, somehow, this is what she wants. Or at least what she needs to surv

As she slowly lowers herself into the tub filled with his cum, her mind can't help but wander back to the countless nights they spent together in this very apartment. The memories of their passionate lovemaking are replaced by recollections of the brutal torment and humiliation he subjected her to; every sharp slap across her face, every agonizing moment spent bound up and abused. And yet even as she relives these moments in all their painful glory, a part of her can't help but crave them; to feel that connection to him, however twisted and fucked up it might be.

She sighs heavily, leaning back against the tub as the warmth of his cum envelopes her body, soothing some of the aches and pains she's been carrying around for far too long. As much as she hates him for what he's done to her, as much as she wants to break free from this twisted cycle...she knows that without him, she would be nothing; a mere shadow of her former self. And so, despite the anger and resentment simmering beneath the surface, she endures his degradation and humiliation because it's all she has left. It's what keeps her grounded, what reminds her that she still exists; however minuscule a part of him she might play.

She closes her eyes, letting out a shuddering breath as the weight of reality settles once more onto her shoulders. She knows that tomorrow will bring new torments and tortures, new ways for him to make her suffer for his amusement. But for now, she can bask in the sick comfort that comes from being surrounded by his cum; from feeling even a tiny bit closer to him despite all the pain he's caused her over the years