Give herself to Troy completely

“Give yourself to him completely. Play this little role play out to its natural end. Troy never keeps the same woman for very long, so once he’s done using you, we can reunite and you can tell me what all he’s done.” You try to keep your voice down, since even with the relative privacy of a cubicle, you’re still in an office.

“God damn you’re a fucking masochist. Sounds hot though. So do you want to never hear from me until he’s done with me too, or do you want a phone call now and then just to know what your personal tormentor is doing to your sweet little girlfriend.” Carrie has a sadistic twinge to match your masochism. What a match you two are, truly. Too bad you might lose her forever now, and to your nightmares no less.

“It could be a week, it could be a year, but until he’s done with what he wants to do to you, you’re a heartbroken girl looking to get her footing back. Hell, you can even give him the promise you gave me when we started dating, but whenever he gets bored with you, and he will, he’ll toss you back out onto the streets and that’s when we can start being a couple again.”

“And what if he never gets bored of me?”

“Then that’s my loss I suppose. You said anything, and I want you to become whatever Troy sees in you. If that’s a cocksleeve, be his cocksleeve. If that’s a future wife, then you’ll get married to the fucker. You’re going to be Troy’s fantasy woman, whether he sees that or not.” Your heart is racing. This is it. You’ve pulled out the last stop and done what the horniest sides of you wished. Pangs of regret are already starting to form, but before you can even think about voicing them, she responds.

“I’m gonna delete your number and block your phone now. Bye John, just know that I love you, even if Troy steals me away forever.” Carrie hangs up the phone and you’re left anxious and sweating bullets at your desk. You email your boss and tell him you’re feeling sick and are leaving early, which is largely true in all fairness. By the time you’re able to get to your car to call Carrie again, the dial tone stops as soon as it started. You can’t call her anymore.

You drive home trying to hold everything together, but by the time you get home there’s no holding it back anymore, and you start weeping the the car. Every regret you’ve ever had about this bubbles to the surface all at once. What the hell have you done?! You’ve destroyed the best relationship you’ve ever had and for what? For some kink? You fully realize that you’ve probably lost Carrie forever and it hits you all at once. The rest of the day is a blur of tears and regret. What the hell is wrong with you?