Marshall is an asshole, only thinking about himself. He uses me whenever he wants to, which is literally every night and every other afternoon on top of that. Luckily I'm not some sort of house wife, I don't cook for him, or anything wife like, I'm purely just his whore.
Today I decided to go out with some friends to the mall, the one upside to living with Marshall and having to quite my job is having his money to spend. It makes me feel weird spending his money, but after he got me into this situation, he owes me this, at least.
We go into lush when I get a message from Marshall that I choose to ignoreMarshall: where the fuck are you?
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Marshall: bitch why aren't you answering me, I see you reading my message, answer me
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Marshall: if you don't answer now you're fucked when you get back here
7 miss calls later...
Marshall: whore, answer my calls
Marshall: answer the god damn phone I swear to fucking god Valerie I'm gonna kill you
... INCOMING CALL - MARSHALL ...
I accept finally, sitting on a bench out side of the restroom while they're inside.
"GOD, what do you want this bad"
"Bitch is it so hard to reply when I text you?!"
"I'm at the mall with my friends, I thought this wasn't kidnap?" I spit, rolling my eyes at his temper tantrum.
"It's not, just text me back when you see my messages, it's not rocket science" he shouts through the phone.
"Yeah, mhm ok" I agree in a sarcastic tone
"Shut the fuck up with your sarcastic bullshit, I'm not gonna bother explaining what's going to happen to you when you come home, you should already know" he spews, then hanging up.
Choking down his cock? Meh...
"Hey we're ready!" My friend Lola smiles, as we walk out of the bathroom hallway, and back into the main area.
"Hey how do you guys feel about going into Victoria secret?" I ask them and they giggle.
"Of course! Gotta make the boyfriend happy!" My other friend Sara adds, and we all giggle, mine faked of course...
The truth is, I actually am scared of what Marshall has in store... so maybe if I show him me in a sexy lingerie set, he might go easy on me.
I've had a few previous punishments since moving in with Marshall and they weren't pretty. The first time was because me and Proof were "getting too cute with each other" despite the fact Proof would never do Marshall like that. Marshall spanked me ten times and forced me to thank him after each one.
The second time was because I was wearing a slightly too short sailor skirt in an outing with his friends so he took me into the restaurant bathroom and forced me to blow him twice while he called me slut and whore repeatedly.
And so on...So clearly, I'm not interested in seeing what he has in store for me tonight...
We walk in and I take a look at the sets "hello ma'am! Are you looking for anything special?" A random employee asks and I sigh, "yeah I need something like, white with a bit of a kinky side too? If you know what I mean?" I giggle and the lady also joins in on the laughing.
"Never had a client be that open to me" she adds and shows me the way to the pastel color section. "Some of these come with garters, but the stockings come separate, you can find them over there" she tells me, pointing to the other side of the room, I nod and begin looking for the perfect set.
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