Red wine, crimson lips

[lucy]

What the fuck???
No, that's wrong, what i actually mean is: W H A T - T H E - F U C K?!?!?
Whatever happened to simply asking? What about communication??? What on earth did i do wrong? Or if i didn't do anything wrong, what else can i do to convince Mistress that there ain't nobody i'm serving but her? That i never even thought of serving anybody but her?

Of course the smart thing to do now would be to relax, count slowly to ten, or maybe ten thousand, to calm down a bit before i say something. But then again, my bum has just been beaten to something very similar to a meatloaf and my womb is possibly located somewhere near my throat after she fucked me with that supersized dildo. Not surprisingly, coolness and serenity are definitely not embracing me right now.

At least i manage not to scream at her, but i'm definitely hysterical. „Nicole and me, we're old friends, we went to high school together, we go to the gym together, she sees me there when we shower. That's where she saw that branding! And i have never ever thought about serving her. I mean, NEVER!“ I pause to take a breath, but before Mistress can think about saying something i go on:“Just so you know: I love you, Mistress, like i never loved anyone before and i would never cheat on you, wouldn't even think about it, but if you don't trust me you better say so and i'm out of your life in a minute!“

I know i have gone too far, but to hell with it! As far as i know i've never complained, not even when that psycho-shithead sewed my cunt shut! I've always been faithful to my Mistress. I think i've been a good slave, and if that's not true, then at least i can honestly say i did my best. I just don't deserve that fucking crap!!!
Maybe i should get up and walk out on her, or maybe i shouldn't.
I don't know what i should do. But i do know that kneeling in front of her feels wrong, for the first time ever.