“WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU DID WHAT SLUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
I grab the filthy CD from her and fling it across the room causing it to break a lamp.
I grab her by the hair and drag her while she tries to stand up. I open the front room closet and order her to kneel on her hands and knees while I think.
With that I slam the door shut and begin throwing things all around the apartment. I am sure I have done thousands of dollars in damage when I finally tire of smashing things.
“The dirty cunt, the dirty cunt” I keep thinking over and over.

I am furious and exhausted from the pain Zoe has caused me.
I throw open the closet door and yell at her “you will spend all night here!”
With that I grab a bottle of wine and retreat to my bedroom. I would prefer to sit on the divan but I have broken so many things that the living room is a horrific mess.

When I awake the next morning I shower and prepare for work. Before I leave I open the closet door and order Zoe to crawl out of the closet.
“You will clean this mess and you will get me the phone number of the pig with whom you betrayed me” as I slam the front door and leave.
When I arrive home Zoe is kneeling at the front door naked. She keeps begging and begging for me to forgive her.
“Do you have the phone number?” “Yes” she replies and hands me a slip of paper.
I call the number and speak to the pig in a sexy tone. “You have experienced my slave. Would you like to know what it is like to serve a mistress?”
I can hear his cock getting hard through the phone, the little man is too excited.
I order him to come over in one hour to serve me. “Yes mistress” spurts from his mouth like a premature ejaculation.
“I will destroy him” I think to myself.

I prepare Zoe by wrapping her tightly in straps and a gag and have her sit in a chair in the front room.
I have prepared myself by wearing my thigh high leather boots and nothing else. I have my riding crop in hand, it will get used frequently tonight.
I want the pig to know immediately when he walks in the door that I am his mistress!

He knocks on my front door and I let him in. “Take off your clothes and throw them in a pile there” which he does immediately. I reach around his throat and secure a collar and leash on him.
His cock is so rigid I fear it will start spurting at any moment. If the pig cums early I will make him lick it up off the floor.

I lead him by his leash to the middle of the room. I want Zoe to see clearly what is to happen.
I hold his leash firmly in one hand and begin to whip him with the crop in my other hand.
He ducks and winces like a little girl. I become more angry trying to whip him as he puts up his hands to protect himself and cries out for me to stop.
I turn and look angrily at Zoe; even during her worst beating she never raised her arms to protect herself and here this pig is begging at a mild whipping.

Tired of his begging I order him to his knees and straddle his face. I spread my legs and force his face into my pussy.
He starts to gag and struggle for breath. I force my pussy harder onto his face until he finally falls over onto his back.
“PIG!” I think to myself. Zoe betrayed me for this weak pig?
I order him back onto his knees while a put on my strap-on with a small dildo.
“Do you want to suck my cock?” I ask him. “No” he says!
“What??? you are a slave you will do anything your mistress commands!”
With that he opens his mouth and I start to fuck his mouth. He gags with every thrust forward that I do. And I used the small dildo; what would he have done had I used a larger dildo.

After a few moments of him gagging on the dildo I am tired of him.
“Get on your hands and knees” I order and I walk behind him and kneel down to mount his ass.
He jumps when he feels the dildo between his legs. “No” he begs. “Shut-up scum” and with that I spread his legs and start to slide the dildo into his ass.
He cries! No sounds of pleasure or surrender, instead he cries.
I reach around and grab his cock in my hand and starting to rub. He probably foolishly thinks he is going to enjoy cumming.
Almost instantly his cock shoots a load of goo into my hand but instead of letting him enjoy it I reach around and smear it on his face and force my fingers into his mouth.
“How does it taste pig?” I ask him but he doesn’t reply.

I look at Zoe fiercely with angry eyes that say “you betrayed me for this pig?”

After I have thoroughly fucked his weak ass I withdraw the strap-on and remove the dildo from the harness. “You are not done yet” I think as I take the small dildo from the harness and shove it back into his ass.

“Roll onto your back slave” I order as I straddle his face and begin to smother him with my pussy.
He kicks and struggles as the weak pig he is. There is no effort on his part to control his breath. Instead he struggles to move my pussy off of his face.
I continue to smother him until I notice he is struggling less. I have defeated the pig!

Rising from his face I walk around and kneel between his legs. The dildo is still protruding from his ass.
I bury one of my knees deep into the inside of his thigh. The flabby flesh succumbs easily and painfully. The pig lets out another scream of pain as I grab the end of the dildo and begin to fuck him again.
He is trying to get free and is crying in pain. I fiercely yank the dildo out of his ass and het lets out a large scream and curls up in a ball on the floor.

I stand up and remove his collar, then I open the front door and order him out. He hobbles out of the door as I throw his clothes out in the hallway.
I slam the door shut with a loud thunder and walk over to Zoe.
I lean down and look into her eyes “you betrayed me for this weak pig!”

Angrily I march into my room and dress for a night of clubbing. I am still wearing my thigh high leather boots and a tight short dress. I am on the hunt for someone new and new adventure I want my appearance to make that quiet clear.

Without bothering to speak to Zoe or to look at her I turn off all the lights and head out for a night of adventure.

The first club was a waste of time but at the second club I see a woman I must have. Every man in the club is trying to dance with her but they are only wasting her time.
No one can match her sexy fluid movements. She exudes sex with every sway of her hips.
She notices me staring at her and smiles. That was all the invitation I needed and I head out onto the dance floor.
Squeezing my way through the horde of losers surrounding her I am finally in front of her dancing to the same rhythms. After the song ends she grabs my head and pulls me to her face. She gives me a long passionate kiss, it is quite clear she and I understand what we each want.

We spend a long time dancing together until it is finally time to rest.
Standing at the bar I introduce myself “my name is Charon.” She tells me her name is Suzette.
WHAT! I think to myself and then think that is a servants name as in Suzette the French maid.
I tell her this and she only smiles “well I do like to serve.”

We spend the next hour dancing and embracing and kissing on the dance floor. I have no doubt that we have a rapt audience watching us.
“Let’s leave and go someplace private” I tell her.
“No I can’t, I have a boyfriend.” I am both puzzled and heart-broken at this.
In a desperate attempt to see her again I ask “can I have your cellphone number?”
“No” she answers “but give me your number and I will call you.” For some reason I believe her as I hand her one of my cards.

On the cab ride home I am confused. Should I keep Zoe or throw her out waiting for Suzette to call.
Or should I give Zoe a chance to stay?

When I walk into my apartment I decide I will give Zoe one chance to convince me to keep her.
I walk in front of her and say “tell me why I should keep you.”
Then I remove her gag and wait to see what she says next…