There are so many cute, loving nicknames that your boyfriends have given you over the years. Boo, Babygirl, Darling, Cutie, Hun. you had fun, vanilla, loving sex with them.
Yet here you are, bent in half, blindfolded and with your ankles chained to your collar, covered in cum that varies from dripping to caked depending on how long it's been on you.
I don't call you anything at all. I just give orders that you obey, and sometimes not even that. Some days I silently drag you into the apartment and twist, bend, and break you as I see fit before quietly shoving you back into the hall, half dressed and covered in some hybrid of your fluids and Mine.
Curiosity gets the better of you, and you call My phone while I'm showering you off of Me, just to see what you are saved as.
"plaything"
your heart flutters and your pussy clenches.
you would think that would be a red flag...but then again playthings don't think much.
