Scrappy Vs Mark Muscle

Scrappy vs Mark muscle

Come and smell, piggy. Get your face in there. Take a long hard breath. Feel the sweat invade your nose, make you dizzy, make you horny and dumb. You’re a beast now, a dumb creature, a stinky pet, obsessed with sweat. A pig. Go on, snort. Be a pig. Let it out. The more you smell, the more you transform. You’re gonna be a grunting stinking pig from now on, with your piggy snout in every hairy sweaty wet pit you see.

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You weren’t comfortable with the open relationship at first.  But after your Master made you sit back and watch him turn this jock into his bitch, he called you over to clean off the jock’s sweaty feet while he enjoyed a drink & you realized maybe there really were some benefits in this for both of you.  Serving the man who your boyfriend just fucked in front of you, who just cucked you, was a whole new level of humiliation...and you loved it.  He just fucked the man you loved, and instead of fighting him like any man would, you were down on your knees being used as a footrest while you served him, licking and sniffing up the sweat off his big, musky feet, lost in his stench.  Whatever him and your boyfriend had done, this new guy had humiliated you, and that was all it took to kick your sub brain into high gear.  The deepest, most instinctual parts of your brain didn’t know or care about the context or the reason, all it knew was that there was another man in front of you who had made you a beta, and that this superior man needed to be worshipped.  Sub brains don’t respond with anger, they respond with more subservience.

Your boyfriend knew that would happen, of course.  You loved seeing the glean in your man’s eyes as your slurped away at his new fucktoy’s feet,  His satisfaction knowing he controlled you so completely that watching him with this new guy didn’t make you jealous..it turned you on even more.  Knowing he had been right again, because yet another thing you had resisted so long was now filling you with waves of blind heat and pleasure, whether you wanted them or not.  Knowing now you’d finally shut up and let him fuck whoever he wanted, like he deserved, and then throw you his scraps to turn your whines into moans.  

Daddy was right.  A cock as powerful as his couldn’t be satisfied by one person.  He needed to spread his seed.  You just wanted to keep him and his cock happy at first, but now he'd found a new way to turn you on and control you.  He’d broken you on a new level.  

But Daddy always knows best, after all.

Yes sir, the only other thing I’d ask is to be forced into your beautiful, bushy, dark pit hair to lick up your sweat too please