What felt like hours later, Emily returned to the room. She was wearing nothing but a towel around her her wet hair. Water dripped down her naked body. From her slim neck, to her full breasts, to her curvy waist, she was wet all over. She walked across the room, and Tom couldn't help but stare. She may have been evil, but fuck she was hot.
Emily sat down at the same table where Tom was trapped in his snotty prison, and barely even acknowledged him. From time to time she would shoot Tom a quick glance and smile, revealing that she was ignoring him on purpose. She leaned forward, slowly and carefully applying her make-up. “So Tom, tell me,” She said, without stopping applying her make up. “Do you understand why I'm doing this to you?”
Of course I don't, bitch. “Of course I do, goddess.”
“Really? Then explain it to me bug.” She stopped putting on her makeup, and stared down intently at Tom in the Kleenex.
Tom struggled for words. What does she want me to say. Tom glanced left and right, hoping for an idea. An idea of what she wanted him to say. “Uh...well...”
Emily frowned. “Lying to me? How pathetic. If you're stupid and just don't know you need to say so.” She continued putting more makeup onto her
“Alright, goddess. I don't know”
Emily didn't even glance down. “Why don't you know slave?” Emily continued leaning forward, putting makeup on her face.
“Because, master, I'm stupid.” Stupid for ever dating you. Emily took out some lip stick, rubbed it on her lips, and slapped her lips together several times very quickly. She looked down at Tod, flashing him her mocking smile.
“Good boy! Yes, yes you are stupid.” Emily got up from her seat, and walked across the room. Tom caught himself looking at her perfect ass, and the fat jiggling ever so slightly with every little movement she made. He may hate her, but for some possible reason she only kept getting hotter. When Emily got to her dresser, she shot a glance behind her. She saw Tom staring. “Oh naughty slave, looking at your master with such lust.” Tom blushed and looked away, embarrassed for being caught. “No slave. Keep looking. I want you to look.” Tom slowly and cautiously turned his head back toward Emily, and immediately again started appreciating how sexy she truly was. Content now that Tom was still staring at her, Emily slowly bent over at the hips. She wiggled her ass slowly, seductively teasing Tom with each shake. She open the bottom door of her dresser, and pick out a thong and bra, both a creme colored white.
Tom remembered when he bought her that matching pair. She wore it for him, doing all sorts of sexy poses that night in the bedroom. Later, he and her had the best fucking Tom had ever experienced. Tom started to slightly harden at the memory.
She walked back over where Tom was still stuck. “So ant, do you remember when you bought this for me?” Tom felt himself harden more, hearing her talk about that night and the great fucking they had shared.
“Yes Em...Goddess. I remember. We had some great sex that night.” Tom's cock grew even harder.
Emily chuckled. “Well, maybe you enjoyed it. I didn't.” She glanced down with a face full of disgust at Tom. “You are a pathetic fucker. Your cock was so small that I think it actually stayed the same size when you shrunk.” Tom's cock stopped growing. “You lasted, like, thirty seconds. As far as a man goes in the bedroom, you are pathetic.” Tom's cock started to shrink. “Honestly, earlier today when I was rubbing you against my cunt was the first time you made me cum. How pathetic is that, right?” Tom's cock went flaccid, his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Emily shot a mischievous smile down at Tom. “But I feel very certain that you'll make me orgasm a lot more from now on, isn't that right slave.”
“Yes master...of course.” Tom, still stuck in his Kleenex, had to fight back tears. He couldn’t believe how wrong he had been. He had been wrong about Emily being a nice person. He had been wrong about that night of passion he thought they both shared. Everything felt so unfair. “You know what...No.” Tom looked up, and started directly into Emily's surprised eyes. You know what? Fuck you Emily!” God that felt good to say. Emily stared at him in disbelief. “You can't keep doing this! You are a terrible, evil, fat, ugly, disgusting whore who...who...” Tom searched through his mind for more insults to call her. Some were a lie, but he saw in her eyes that each harsh word stung her nonetheless. Emily stared down at him.
And she stared. And Tom defiantly stared back.
Without a word, Emily opened a drawer on the desk that Tom and his Kleenex were laying. She pulled out some tape and a piece of string.
“So you think I'm terrible?” She pulled off a piece of tape no larger than the size of her thumb. “So you think I am evil?” She peeled Tom out of the Kleenex, and quickly tied his arms to his sides using the string. “So you think I'm fat?” She wrapped the tape around Tom, and then quickly, to Tom's horror, wrapped the same piece of tape around the back of her thong in the exact middle. “So you think I'm ugly?” She lowered the thong to the ground, and put both her legs through. She raised it to about halfway up her legs. “So you think I'm a whore?” She lifted the thong all the way up, nestling the thing piece of cloth, and Tom with it, snugly into her ass crack. “Let me tell you, slave bitch toy, how fucking wrong you are.” She clenched her ass cheeks with every word, squeezing the breath out of Tom's lungs. “I am your fucking master. I am your god damn goddess. You live to make me fucking happy. Do you understand me you fucking bitch? Do you truly realize how pathetic you are?” Emily waited for a response, but could not hear one. She could feel Tom yelling, screaming into her ass, but she could not hear him. “Do you realize how low you are now? You literally belong to my ass now. And you should be god damn grateful that I even let such a disgusting, pathetic little bitch like yourself touch me.” She slapped her ass hard. “Just be happy I decided to waste a piece of tape on you fucker. If I wasn't such a gracious fucking goddess, I would have just shoved you into my fucking asshole. But no, I am to nice. To caring.” She slapped her ass again, harder. “To fucking perfect! Now slave...I hope you get used to being my thong. You're going to be down there for the rest of the night. Wedged in between my ass cheeks. Oh, I forgot to mention to you. Tonight the plan was to go dancing with the ladies. Probably get a little drunk too.” Emily started putting her bra on. “I was going to just carry you around in my purse. You know, give you a break. But then...then...then you decided to show how pathetic you really are! How fucking undeserving of such a beautiful, caring master you are!” She started slipping into the tight black yoga pants that look so great on her. “So that's why I'm punishing you...but it's not really a punishment.” She wiggled her ass quickly, hoping it would make Tom feel dizzy. “This is a fucking blessing. To let you be inside me right now? To not shove you back into the freezer and let you die? So fucking lucky.” Emily started placing a low cut, green tank top that greatly showed off her breasts. “So fucking lucky that you'll be swimming in my ass sweat by the end of tonight. As I jump up and down in whatever club me and the girls decide to go to. You constantly rubbing, head first into my fucking asshole. Me getting drunker, sweating more. Who knows, maybe I'll pick up a guy tonight.” Emily started walking through the house, toward to front door. “Tell him, you know, I get super turned on when guys fingers my asshole. Tell him to shove the thong in with his finger, in and out again.” Emily laughed out loud to herself. “How fucking fitting would that be! Some guy shoving you deeper and deeper into my asshole, him not knowing you're there. Oh, but ill know. You better fucking believe I'll know.” She grabbed her purse, and took a step outside. She breathed in the air from the warm, august evening. “Oh and Tom? You'll be needing this.” Emily let go a sloppy, low sounding fart. She giggled to herself thinking how much torture that Tom would be in for the rest of his night. For the rest of his miserable life, in fact. Emily sniffed the air. “Oh god...what did I eat? She waved her hand in front of her face. “That fucking reeks.” She smiled her evil, mischievous smile again to herself. “And don't you worry Tom.” She again slapped her ass. “There will be a lot more where that one came from.”