Exhibit One

by M on February 6, 2010

Being the exhibit seems like it would be carefree, doesn’t it? My right nipple is still sore from that scene. M. looks at me in that very calculating way when I tell him that, as if he doesn’t believe me. Then he pinches again to be sure, Bastard. My pussy ring is still sore from that scene, where he whipped the inside of my thighs and pussy. I’ve got a cut across the middle of my back from being fucked on something hard last week. The scab is right at my bra line and now itches as well as hurts.

He woke me up yesterday morning and played with me, made me play with myself, made me come. I was groggy and grouchy but did it anyway. There didn’t seem to be a choice.

My pussy’s been twitchy ever since. He says he told me he wanted me to have a twitchy pussy, but I don’t remember that.

We had planned to go to a conference today, but he had the dates wrong and it’s next month. So suddenly we have a day wide open in front of us.

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