I look back on those last days, of her and I, and miss them. Don't misunderstand, I miss them while knowing full well how wrong they were. How toxic we were. But I can't help but remember how hot.
The girl was tied to the chair when Stacy and I began to fight. The girl, whose name I forgot so long ago, Stacy's sub and therefor my sub, but deep down we all knew she was Stacy's.
What did she think of that night? Stuck, helpless, panties wadded up and taped in her mouth, watching her master's fight and fuck.