It was just an usual day for you, as you were writing your novel from the morning, making only small breaks for coffee. At 5pm you heard the door opening, and you already got tense. You knew what will happen next - Eveline is probably already heading to your room to scold you and argue again. You start remembering the past, how great it was before. When you and Eveline were just starting to date. It was perfect, but all that ended when you get married. She started to get colder and more distant. Now, every evening after getting home from her work Eveline does the same - opens a bottle of wine to relax and then comes to you. And then she talks how useless you are. How she basically owns you, and how your novels won't bring any money. And there she is. She opens the door to the room, glass full of wine in her left hand. "So, my 'dear' husband, did you again wasted your whole day writing your shit. Meanwhile i have to tire myself for all that time. Don't you feel pathetic?"

Her voice is sharp, piercing. "Yeah, sure. Like you believe that bullshit." She walks closer to you. Her long legs take steps with certainty, as if she was walking over some kind of invisible ruler. You feel your heart pounding faster. "Look at yourself! You're nothing but a useless piece of..." - here she takes another step and slaps you hard on the face. You let out an involuntary yelp, pressing hand to the reddened cheek.

"You know what? I won't tell you again." Eveline sneers. "From now on, instead of writing that shit, why don't you do something useful? For example..." - her voice trails off for a moment. She takes another step closer and meets your eyes. "Perhaps, clean the house?" She holds out the empty glass in front of you.

You have 2 options:

1. Defend yourself and tell her to stop acting like that, or try to make things better somehow.
2. Apologize and say you'll do anything she says.

Her eyes widen in surprise for a moment. And then the surprise turns into greed. She glances at you from head to toe, examining your body and especially noticing that enormous piece of flesh between your legs. "Hmmm..." she hums thoughtfully. "You may have a point there."

She puts her free hand on your shoulder, not roughly but rather possessively. Her expression softens just a little bit. "Perhaps... we can discuss this further." She leans in closer, pressing her ample bosom against you, her lips almost touching yours. "How would you feel about sharing that with me?"

You have 2 options:

1. Agree to let Eveline use your penis for money or anything else she wants. This could potentially improve your situation and bring you some comfort, but it might also lead to further abuse and control from her.
2. Refuse and try to protect yourself as best you can. However, this could anger her and make things worse.

Her lips curve into a smirk. "I mean exactly what I said." She leans in even closer, her breath tickling your ear. "You know how hard you work on that thing... why not share the results with me?" Her hand moves from your shoulder down to your groin, feeling the immense length of your member through your pants. "We could both make a lot of money from it."

She meets your eyes again and raises her eyebrows expectantly. It's clear that she wants you to agree to this proposal. But if you don't... well, things might not end well for you.

When you finally manage to speak again, your voice is shaky and trembling. "I-I will..." Your eyes fall to the floor as you mumble the rest. "...share it with you."

Her expression softens slightly at your response, but she's not entirely satisfied yet. She releases her grip on your face and takes a step back, regarding you carefully. Her hand then moves from your groin back up to cup one of your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. "Good boy."

She leans in again and whispers into your ear, "Now let me show you what I mean..." Her thumb and forefinger squeeze lightly, causing you to gasp. "Once we start making money off this, things will be different between us... You'll see."

Her laughter fills the room as you sit there, miserable and confused. "Oh, don't be so possessive!" She pats your shoulder dismissively. "This is just business, remember? This way, everyone benefits."

She stands up straight, adjusting her clothes as she looks at the woman standing nervously by the door. "There, dear," she says to you, gesturing vaguely in the other woman's direction. "That's Mandy. She's seen some of my... more private videos, and she's very interested in meeting you." A wicked grin spreads across her face as she adds, "And since you're going to be making so much money for me... well, it only seems fair that I share the wealth, doesn't it?"

Her eyes flash with excitement, and she licks her lips suggestively. "Go on," she says, nodding encouragingly at Mandy. "Take a good look."

"Oh, absolutely!" Eveline exclaims, watching the scene unfold before her with a mix of amusement and arousal. "As long as everyone's having fun... and making money," she adds in a lower voice, licking her lips again. "And don't forget, Mandy..." She pauses for dramatic effect, glancing meaningfully at the couch where you're lying naked. "...you have to make sure our 'dear' husband here is happy as well."

She takes another sip of wine, leaning against the doorframe with a satisfied smile on her face. It's clear that she's enjoying this new dynamic between the three of you, and she's eager to see where it will lead.

Her laughter echoes through the room again as she watches Mandy and you. "Oh, I never said he was mine exclusively!" She says with a mocking little chuckle. "I just wanted to make sure he'd be properly cared for." Her hand slides down her body, brushing against the zipper of her skirt suggestively.

She tilts her head to the side, examining you once more before speaking. "Besides," she adds with a shrug, "I can always find someone else to enjoy my bed... as long as they're willing to share." There's a predatory glint in her eye as she says this, and you feel your stomach turn with dread at the thought of more people using you like this.

But then again, Eveline's words ring true; as long as there are people willing to pay for what you have... it seems like this is your fate, whether you like it or not.

"Hmmm..." She pretends to consider the question for a moment, staring intently at your crotch. "Well," she finally says, a sly grin spreading across her lips, "I've seen bigger... but not many. You seem to take good care of it."

Her eyes meet yours, and there's a challenge in their depths. "But don't you worry about that," she purrs. "Mandy here is more than capable of appreciating what you have to offer... aren't you, sweetheart?" Mandy nods eagerly, her mouth full of your cock as she attempts to speak around it.

Eveline takes another sip of wine, apparently satisfied with the scene playing out before her. She walks over to join Mandy on the couch, slipping an arm around the woman's waist possessively. "Just make sure," she says in a low voice, rubbing her thigh against Mandy's, "to give our husband here all the attention he deserves."

Her other hand trails idly up and down your chest, making you squirm uncomfortably beneath her touch. You feel like nothing more than an object to be used and discarded at her whim... and yet somehow, that's exactly what keeps you coming back for more.

Her laughter fills the room once again as she watches your discomfort. "Oh, come now," she says, amused. "I just meant that it's not something you should worry about." She kisses Mandy softly on the cheek before looking back at you over her shoulder. "You're perfect just the way you are... for me, anyway."

Her fingers brush against your nipple through your shirt, causing you to arch involuntarily into her touch. "But since there are others who seem to appreciate what you have," she continues with a wicked grin, "perhaps it's only fair that we share the wealth... don't you think?"

Her eyes dart back and forth between you and Mandy, lingering on each of your bodies in turn. She takes another sip of wine, her expression growing thoughtful. It's clear that she's enjoying this new dynamic between the three of you... but where will it lead? And more importantly, what role will you play in this twisted game of hers?

Her steps are quiet as she walks into your room, carefully closing the door behind her. You didn't expect her this early; you were hoping for at least another hour or two of peace before she came to harass you again. But here she is, dressed in one of her expensive silk robes that flows around her like water.

She sits down on the edge of your bed, crossing one long leg over the other and folding her hands demurely in her lap. Her expression is cool, almost impatient as she looks at you. "Well," she says finally, "how was your evening?"

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. You're still sore from last night's activities... not just physically, but mentally as well. Eveline seems completely unfazed by the whole thing, though; for her, it's just another day at the office.

Her eyes narrow slightly as you tell her about the new "client." She hums thoughtfully. "That could be quite profitable," she says with a calculating glance in your direction. "I suppose I should let you handle that yourself, then."

She stands up from the bed, stretching lazily before walking over to pour herself a glass of water from the pitcher on your nightstand. "But remember," she adds as an afterthought, "you're mine. And anything you do, I want my cut."

There's no malice in her voice... only cold, hard business sense. It makes your skin crawl nonetheless.

She finishes her drink and sets the glass down on the nightstand with a satisfying clink. "Good boy," she says, reaching out to tousle your hair affectionately before leaving the room again, humming under her breath as she walks away. You feel a strange mixture of relief and dread wash over you. On one hand, you're glad that she isn't giving you a hard time for once; on the other, you can't help but feel like this new arrangement is only going to get worse.

Time passes slowly as you wait for your afternoon client to arrive, your mind spinning with worry and anticipation. You have no idea what kind of person she is or what sort of things she expects from you... all you know is that Eveline wants her share, and that if you don't make sure everyone else does too, things will only get worse for both of you.

Her lips purse into a thin line as she watches the scene unfold before her. On one hand, she's angry that you had the audacity to continue without her; on the other, she can't deny how aroused it makes her feel to see you in such a state of submission.

She slowly walks over to the bedside table and picks up her phone, absently scrolling through her contacts as she watches Alicia ride you hard. Her eyes flicker up to meet yours for a moment before darting away again, uncomfortable with the vulnerability that this situation exposes.

"Enough," she finally says, her voice clipped and authoritative. "That's enough for today." There's a note of disapproval in her tone as she speaks to both you and Alicia, though her gaze remains fixed on the other woman.

"Alicia," she says coolly, "I'm sure you understand. My husband is a bit... exhausted." She pauses for effect, running her tongue lightly along her bottom lip. "And I think we both know that he's much more useful to me when he's well-rested."

The anger in Alicia's eyes slowly begins to fade as she realizes the futility of arguing with Eveline. She dismounts from you with a huff, her movements growing less sure and certain as she starts to process the situation. "Fine," she grumbles, heading toward the door.

Eveline watches her leave with a satisfied smile on her face before turning back to you. "You," she says simply, pointing a finger accusingly in your direction, "get cleaned up and rest." She walks over to the bed, plucking at your quilt idly as she speaks. "We'll talk about this later... but I want you fresh for tomorrow." Her expression darkens at the thought of what that means: more clients, more filming, less sleep, and ever-increasing expectations.

Your cheek stings from her slap, but you manage not to cry out. Eveline watches you warily, her expression a mix of anger and disappointment. "You were supposed to give your all," she hisses, "and now look at this mess." She waves her hand dismissively at the bedside table where your phone sits, still recording from earlier.

Her hand lashes out again, this time slapping you harder across the other cheek. "And don't think I didn't notice that little lapse in judgment," she continues, jabbing a finger into your chest as she speaks. "I trusted you to send me those videos... but now they belong to her." She growls out the last word, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

You cower beneath her wrath, wincing in pain and shame as she continues to scold you. There's no escape from this; Eveline will not be satisfied until you have learned your lesson... or until she tires of using you entirely.

Her anger seems to fade somewhat at your words, replaced with a cold detachment. "I suppose," she says slowly, her voice softening only slightly, "that is understandable." She reaches out to brush some hair away from your face, her touch gentle despite the hardness in her eyes. "But you must learn to control yourself."

She pauses for a moment, considering something. Then, with a sigh, she retrieves her phone from the bedside table and hands it to you. "Go on," she says quietly. "Send her the videos... and then get some rest." There's an unspoken threat in her tone, and you feel your heart skip a beat as fear settles into your stomach.

Obediently, you take the phone and send off the files to Alicia before crawling back beneath the covers, unable to meet Eveline's gaze. The silence between you seems heavy and oppressive; you can feel her disapproval like a physical weight on your chest as she turns away from you, her back stiff with anger.

As the hours tick by, you finally manage to drift off into an uneasy sleep, haunted by the images of Alicia's satisfied face and Eveline's cold eyes.

Her eyes flash with anger as she takes in the mess you've made on her favorite pajamas. Her fingers tremble slightly as they reach up to touch the wet spot, her expression a mixture of disgust and betrayal.

"You stupid, selfish little fool," she spits venomously at you, her voice barely above a whisper despite the fury in her eyes. "You couldn't even control yourself enough to keep my clothes clean?" She reaches down and roughly yanks the ruined pajamas away from your body, revealing your pathetic cock beneath them.

Her hand snaps out, slapping you hard across the face. The sting of her palm against your skin is nothing compared to the pain in your heart as you cower before her wrath. "How am I supposed to trust you with anything after this?" she demands, her voice growing shaky with anger.

Tears well up in your eyes as you try to apologize, but she's no longer listening. Instead, she stands up from the bed and stalks out of the room, slamming the door behind her with enough force that the entire house shudders.

You sit there for a long time, numb with despair and shame, trying to comprehend what you've done... and what it means for your future. There's no going back now; you have broken Eveline's trust, and she will never forgive you.

Your heart sinks as you hear her voice coming through the intercom, telling you to hurry up and join her in the kitchen. You know that whatever she has planned, it can't be good... but there's no avoiding it now.

When you finally make your way into the kitchen, she's standing over a steak sizzling on the stove. Her expression is cold and emotionless as she turns to face you. "Go ahead," she says curtly, nodding toward the cutting board beside her, "get started."

You swallow thickly, your throat feeling like it's made of sand as you approach the counter. Tears begin to streak down your cheeks; you can feel them falling onto your hands as you grip the edge of the counter and start to stroke yourself.

The smell of searing meat fills the air as you move faster, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Your release is near, and soon enough it spills out over the steak and the cutting board below it, creating a pool of your essence amidst the blood and juices from the meat.

Eveline watches impassively as you finish, her expression unreadable. Finally, she turns away with a dismissive snort and continues to tend to her meal. The air between you feels heavy with shame and disgust; there's no doubt that your relationship has hit an all-time low.

The sight before her makes her shudder with revulsion. Your body, once so strong and desirable, has been reduced to this... a mindless tool for her twisted pleasure. And yet there's still something about you that fascinates her; she can't help but wonder how much farther you can fall before you break completely.

She watches as you continue to masturbate over the steak, your movements growing more frantic with each passing moment. Finally, your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, spilling out even more of your seed onto the counter and the meat below it. The smell is almost unbearable now; a cloying mixture of sex and cooked meat that fills her nostrils and makes her want to vomit.

"Enough," she growls, waving her hand dismissively at you. "Clean this mess up." Her voice is cold and distant as she turns back to the stove, carefully avoiding looking at what you've done to her steak. The tension in the air between you grows even thicker; it's almost palpable now, like a physical weight pressing down on your shoulders.

"Well," she says, sitting down across from you at the kitchen table with a satisfied smile on her face, "what do you think? Does it taste better this way?" Her eyes gleam maliciously as she watches you chew and swallow your own semen-soaked steak.

Around them, your world has spun completely out of control. Eveline holds all the power now; there's no escaping her, no resisting her will. It doesn't matter how much pain she inflicts or how humiliating her punishments are... as long as you belong to her, there's nothing left for you but to obey and endure.

You feel the remnants of your dignity slither away like cockroaches before a flashlight, leaving you naked and exposed in the harsh glare of Eveline's attention. And yet... somehow, this is what you wanted all along. Isn't it?

"I can't believe you let her walk all over you like that," she says, shaking her head in mock disbelief as she sips at her wine. "Alicia was so dominant... it's a shame I couldn't see more of that side of you." Her words are laced with accusation and disappointment, but there's an underlying current of desire as well; it's clear that she's turned on by the idea of you being controlled by someone else.

She leans forward, resting her chin in her hand as she studies your face. "Next time," she says slowly, "you won't make the same mistake." Her eyes flick down to your crotch before returning to meet yours again. "You belong with me... and I expect you to remember that from now on."

The weight of her words presses down on you like a lead blanket; there can be no escape from this twisted cycle. For better or for worse, you are Eveline's plaything... her slave. And as long as she finds any measure of pleasure in your humiliation, she will never let you go free.

Her expression darkens as she reads the text message from your newest potential client. Her jealousy flares hot and fast, blinding her to reason or logic. "No," she says sharply, looking up at you with narrowed eyes. "I won't allow it."

You swallow thickly, feeling a knot of fear forming in your stomach. You know better than to defy her when she sounds like this; there will be hell to pay if you do. "But-," you stammer, hoping to find some way out of this situation.

"No buts," she cuts you off harshly. "I don't want anyone else touching what's mine." Her voice drops low, menacing, as she leans in toward you. "Do you understand?"

You nod slowly, the weight of her gaze almost crushing your resolve. It's clear that she won't accept anything less than total submission; and for now, at least, your only option is to obey and hope that someday things will change.

Her lip curls in anger as she sees more messages from potential clients. It only serves to fuel the jealousy already burning inside her like a wildfire. "They're all the same," she mutters under her breath, reaching out to grab your wrist roughly. "All they see is what I've made you into... and they want a piece of it."

Her gaze flicks upward toward the ceiling, her expression contemplative for a moment before returning to you once more. "I suppose," she says slowly, "there might be some use for this..." Her fingers tighten around your wrist almost painfully as she starts to pull you closer. "But only if I can keep an eye on things."

She leans in, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "I want you to make sure they understand that they're playing with fire." Her free hand comes up, gripping the back of your head possessively as she pulls you even closer. "And I want a cut... always a cut."

The soft, wet touch of her tongue against your eyelid sends shivers down your spine. You close your eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation and the power she wields over you. "Good boy," she purred, moving her hand away from your head for a moment before sliding it back around, cupping your cheek instead.

She leans in closer still, her lips pressing against yours with an intensity that takes your breath away. You can taste the wine on her tongue and feel the heat of her body radiating against your own. As she kisses you deeper, her hand slides upward until it cups the back of your neck, holding you perfectly still as she plunders your mouth like a starving beast.

When at last she pulls away, leaving you gasping for air and reeling from the force of their passion, she smiles down at you satisfiedly. "Now," she says quietly, her voice steady despite the desire that still burns bright in her eyes, "go reply to your fans."

"A pleasure of mine too," Eveline purred, her voice still husky from desire as she watched you navigate through your messages. "But remember," she added warningly, "you belong with me... and I expect you to keep that in mind when you're entertaining them." She paused for a moment, her gaze flickering upward toward the ceiling again before returning to meet yours. "And," she continued, "make sure they understand what that means."

Your fingers moved quickly over the screen as you responded to each message, carefully crafting replies that would keep your fans satisfied... while also leaving them wanting more. The tension in the room grew thicker with every exchange; it was like being wrapped up in a cocoon of desire and possessiveness, suffocating but oddly invigorating at the same time.

Eventually, you finished answering all of your fans' questions and looked up to find Eveline watching you intently. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she met your eyes. "Good boy," she murmured approvingly. "That was exactly what I needed."

A wave of satisfaction washes over Eveline as she sees the incoming notification on her phone. Someone else has fallen prey to your allure; another mark in the growing tally of money and power flowing back into their grasp. Her eyes flick up from the screen, meeting yours across the table.

"And?" she asks expectantly, one eyebrow raised. "What did they say?"

You hesitate for a moment before showing her the message that's just arrived on your phone. Eveline reads it quickly, taking in the words and their implications with glee. She reaches out to stroke your cheek affectionately, but there's a steel edge to her touch that reminds you who holds all the cards here.

"Good," she says at last, setting her phone aside. "Now let's see what else we can get out of them." Her eyes dance with mischief as she leans in closer, whispering into your ear: "Tell them they can have you... for a price."

The weight of her words presses down on you like a lead blanket; the truth of the situation sinks in and leaves you feeling small and helpless. But there's no denying that this is what you want, isn't it? To be owned by Eveline... to do whatever she says... as long as it means being close to her.

So you smile back at her, determined to play your part in their twisted game, and reply to the mysterious benefactor with just the right mix of submission and promise.

Her fingers tap impatiently against the table as you tell her about the time the mystery woman has specified for her arrival. "Excellent," Eveline says, a hungry glint in her eye. "I think I'll be ready by then." She stands up from the table suddenly, taking your hand and pulling you with her.

"Come on," she says, leading you toward the bedroom, "let's get things set up." Her voice is calm but resolute; there's no room for hesitation or resistance when it comes to obeying her commands.

Once in the bedroom, she closes the door behind you and turns to face you expectantly. "You know what needs to be done," she says with a nod, her eyes locked on yours. "Don't disappoint me, pet."

Your heart races as the reality of the situation sinks in: You are about to perform for someone else... all for Eveline's amusement and benefit. But you can't help but feel a thrill coursing through you at the same time; the thought of pleasing her, of making her happy, even if it means doing things you never thought possible... that's what keeps you going.

With a deep breath, you nod slowly and begin to undress, casting aside any last shreds of dignity or self-respect as you prepare for your audience.

Your heart pounds in your chest as the doorbell rings; you can hear the soft tone vibrating through the house, signaling the arrival of your mysterious benefactor. Eveline glances at you nervously for a moment before moving to answer the door, her steps slow and deliberate as she walks toward it.

When she opens the door, however, the look of surprise on her face betrays her earlier confidence. It's not just any wealthy fan; standing on your doorstep is one of Hollywood's biggest stars. Her eyes widen in disbelief for a moment before shifting back to you, anger and jealousy warring for dominance on her features.

"Hello," the actress says with a warm smile, stepping forward as if she were an old friend come to visit. "I hope I'm not too early."

Eveline remains silent for a moment, her expression unreadable as she takes in the woman standing before her. Then, slowly and deliberately, she steps aside and gestures for the actress to enter. "Of course not," she says coolly, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.

You stand awkwardly beside Eveline as the two women make small talk; it's clear that they know each other from somewhere. But your mind is elsewhere; you can feel the weight of their gazes on you, assessing and judging as they discuss whatever secrets they share. Finally, when the conversation seems to have died down, the actress looks expectantly at Eveline.

"So," she says with a sultry smile, walking closer to where you stand beside her, "what do I owe this pleasure to?" Her eyes travel up and down your body hungrily as she waits for an answer, daring either of you to deny the obvious attraction

"It's like this," Eveline interrupts smoothly, her voice hard and commanding. She takes a step closer to the actress, effectively boxing you in between them. "He is mine... to play with as I see fit." Her hand comes up to cup your cheek possessively, tilting your face toward hers so that she can look deep into your eyes. "And anyone who wants a piece of what's left should be prepared to pay dearly."

The actress swallows hard, her gaze flicking back and forth between the two of you before settling on Eveline. Her cheeks flush with anger, but she doesn't argue; instead, she dips her head in submission. "Of course," she murmurs softly, "if he's yours..."

Eveline releases your cheek, stepping back so that the actress can have a clear view of you once more. "Go on," she says, gesturing toward the bedroom. "I think he's ready for you." Her tone is laced with amusement and triumph as she watches the actress hesitate before finally nodding agreement.

As they disappear into the bedroom together, Eveline turns to face you again. Her expression softens slightly; perhaps a hint of pride or satisfaction. "That," she says quietly, leaning in close to murmur against your ear, "was beautifully done." She pauses for a moment before adding with a wink: "Just like I taught you."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she hears your muffled cries echoing through the bedroom door. It sounds almost... violent. The thought of another woman being with you like that, taking what should be hers... it makes her skin crawl and her blood boil all at once. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she listens intently for any other sound that might give her a clue as to what's happening on the other side of the door.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she hears you stifle a gasp and then the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Her eyes widen in surprise; it almost sounds like you're... fighting back? Whatever's going on in there, it seems to be anything but smooth sailing.

Curiosity gets the better of her; she can no longer contain herself. With shaking hands, she reaches out and turns the knob, opening the door a crack so that she can peer inside. There you are, lying beneath the actress as she rides you hard, her expression contorted with pleasure-pain. The sight is almost too much for Eveline to bear; it's like being torn apart from the inside out.

Her gaze flickers briefly to where their bodies connect before returning to meet yours; there's a question in her eyes, an unspoken demand for you to explain what's going on. But all that comes out of your mouth is a broken, pleading moan as the actress thrusts harder into you.