<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Dyiashia flinched as if she was slapped when she was addressed as a whore. She was sure her hips would have bruises on them from Alex's tight grip. She didn't want Alex to cum in her, it was embarrassing and the thought made her feel filthy, the only positive thing about this was that she couldn't get pregnant. She was ashamed that she cried out like a wanton whore.  <br/><br/>As much as she hated that her body was betraying her, she had to admit it felt good to finally cum. It also felt pretty good to be fucked since her husband had stopped paying attention to her by the time her son was eight. Her husband was more than willing to sleep with another person while she wasn't. She ignored the candle and rope being taken away too upset to notice. Dyiashia bit her lip trying not to cry but couldn't stop herself from sobbing. She didn't bother moving from her position on the floor, she wouldn't know she was on the floor if she didn't feel the cool wood tiles.  She wasn't sure if she should be glad Alex was leaving or not. She figured the mask man would be more dangerous than Alex was.<br/> <br/>Dyiashia flinched when the mask man moved her wet hair from covering her eyes. She hadn't expected him to talk to her in a gentle voice or pick her up to be honest she expected him to grab or hit her. She had to admit though he had muscular arms that felt nice carrying her petite frame. She hummed softly when he laid her in the bathtub, the warm water insistently relaxing and soothing her muscles and body. She let him wash her, closing her eyes at his gentle touch. She stared at the wall having mixed feelings about letting the man who blackmailed her to have sex with a stranger touch her. She nodded to him instead of answering him. She doubted she needed to talk to him that and she was sure he didn't really care how she felt. She let him dry her with her warm teal towel, when he started to rub her lotions and oils into her skin she grew tense. She didn't like him touching her bare skin, it was too intimate for her.  When he pulled on the leash she was devastated, she had hoped he was done with her and leave her alone for today.  She felt ashamed as she followed him back downstairs naked, she obediently lowered herself to the floor, kneeling in front of her door. She was grateful when he took the handcuffs off her but soon flushed red when he placed her hands on the back of her head making her breasts stick out. She avoid his gaze, flinched as he lovingly touched her cheek.  She nodded that she understood him  hating that she was in this situation. As soon as he left she jumped up and ripped the collar off her neck. She went back upstairs to her room and threw the collar in her bedside table. She shook her head she knew the only reason he was being gentle was to make her do something even more humiliating the next time he came. <br/><br/>She quickly got dressed in a simple purple gown that went mid thigh and showed the swell of her breasts. She went to her husbands study and into his cabinet knowing he kept his liquor there. She pulled out a bottle, she went back to her laying in bed and drinking from the bottle. She was sure she'd regret drinking a whole bottle of vodka in the morning, but right now she was too upset and ashamed to care.  Her husband would be out on a business trip for two weeks, of course she knew he was just at a hotel with some tramp. She was the one that took care of the bills. She drank half the bottle and fell asleep. Her thought was how lucky she was her husband was gone and her son wasn't talking to her. </span>