Playfully Wicked

  Ain't it kinda funny how you always told me when it ended, I'd be the first one you'd run to? Like somehow, after all the noise went quiet, after all the fighting stopped, after there was finally nothing standing between us, you'd find your way back to me. I believed you. Maybe that was my mistake. Because it ended— and instead of running toward me, you pushed me farther away. Ain't it kinda funny how the moment finally came that you swore would change everything, and somehow nothing changed at all? Except us. Except suddenly I was the one you needed space from. I was the one left wondering what the hell happened to all those promises you made when losing me was only hypothetical. But maybe the saddest part isn't that you didn't run to me. It's that you still can't see what you chose instead. You kept talking to the person who couldn't give you what you needed, the person you told me left you lonely, frustrated, wanting more. And you threw away...

  I sat between Brian and my Owner, one hand on each of their cocks. They played the movie. On the TV was me; I sat there, not knowing what to think. My owner started yelling at me cause I wasn’t playing with their cocks. I was in shock from what I was watching and didn’t move. They both got mad at me, and the next thing I knew, they decided that since I wasn’t playing with their cocks they were going to cuff my hands behind my back. Once my hands were behind my back, they each took a leg and spread my legs wide. My owner took a remote control vibrator and stuck it in my pussy. They each took a nipple and started pinching and squeezing them, making them hard enough to put a clamp on each of them. Once they were through, they continued with the movie. Tugging on the nipple clamps now and then, making me moan out loud. Increasing the vibrator speed just enough to make me moan, but lessening the speed before I could cum. I sat there watching me be fucked, cum on, and filled with cum. ...