Jamie Part Three

Jamie felt an intense wave of anger wash over him as he took in the sight and smell before him. His nostrils burned with the stench of urine and feces, he could feel the bile rising in his throat. He stepped closer to Valerie, his eyes widening at the sight of her body smeared in the waste. Her skin was a deep shade of red, and her hair was matted and sticking to her face from the sweat or something else. She was bound in a complex shibari bondage, her limbs in positions that made her look like an exotic art piece.

Jamie rushed to Valerie's side, his heart pounding in his chest, he had never seen her in such a state before. To have been treated so harshly with no care, and just left in a puddle of urine. It enraged Jamie, the closer he got to Valerie the more clear the marks and soiled appearance of Valerie came to be. The rope had been expertly tied in the traditional shibari, the knots pressing tightly against her skin. Her wrists were tied together behind her back, her ankles were bound and connected to her wrists in a way that formed a sort of hogtie, and her neck was bound too, allowing her only a limited range of motion. As Jamie looked closer, he noticed her fingers and toes were pointed, her breasts pushed out, her hips pushed forward. Her vibrant red hair spread around her like a halo, her voluptuous MILF body on display for all to see as the rope dug into her flesh leaving marks.

However that wasn't the only thing marking her once unblemished skin, words were written all over her naked body. Curses, derogatory words, and all kinds of obscenities were written on her body, from her forehead to her plump thighs. Her body reeked of shit as it was seemingly rubbed all over her torso and even in her mouth, coating her once white teeth a much dirtier brown. Valerie's was wet to touch and her hair was practically soaked after lying in the puddle of urine before Jamie arrived.

Jamie quickly moved to untie her, his hands shaking, while kneeling in the filth around her body. His fingers worked adeptly as they followed the knots and undid the binding one by one. Jamie actually welcomed the task, it gave him something to be distracted by, he didn't want to face his own bubbling emotions when he still had something more important to do. Finishing the last knot Jamie removes the rope from Valerie, revealing just how deep the rope dug into her skin and the horrid marks they left behind. Valerie unbound body was now free to stretch out and relax, no longer taunt and bound.

Seeing her sprawled out so limp and still catatonic brought a mix of emotions to the young Jamie. After suffering so much and being played with so roughly, she still remains so unresponsive, as if the none of it matters, she didn't break out of her state and ask for the patron to stop, she just took it like a doll. Here he was so full of worry and anger at the mere sight of her and she couldn't even bother to come to. It drove Jamie mad, couldn't she act like a real person for once? Was she even a person? Is she just some high tech technology he didn't know about, he hasn't even seen her blink or talk. Could she truly be nothing but an object.

Shaking his head to drive out the thoughts, Jamie tried to see it from a different prospective would he really want to wake up covered in filth, body covered in marks and words, body no doubt screaming in pain after the session. Or would he wait for the pain to pass and for him to be cleaned and put back together before slowly rising from his state.

Sighing deeply Jamie put his arms under Valerie's armpits and moved to drag her into the bathroom. The kind of deep full body cleaning she needed couldn't be done anywhere else. Gently placing Valerie into the bathtub, he turned on the shower head and let it warm up before facing it towards Valerie. Slowly the water began removing the filth covering her body. The pen marks were thankfully not done in permanent or waterproof marker, the black ink was able to come off with a small amount of rubbing and warm water.

Jamie grabbed the soap and a loofah and began to scrub her body, carefully washing her skin. He scrubbed her skin until it was soft and pink. He took his time to make sure all the dirt and sweat was gone from her body. Watching the filth spiral down the drain was suppose to make him feel better, however with the marker and feces removed the rope bindings and abrasions became highlighted. Her skin has been opened in many places and bruises will no doubt cover her body. Valerie most likely wouldn't be able to serve another client for a few days maybe a week due to the marking.

Having finished washing off Valerie's body and sending all the remnants of the last patrons gross actions down the drain, Jamie moves to fill up the bath allowing Valerie's body to soak in the warm water to help sooth her muscles. Making sure the catatonic women was positioned so she wouldn't fall into the water and drown Jamie turned off the water and left. Afterall he has a lot of cleaning to do in the other rooms.

Heading back toward the living room where he found Valerie, Jamie takes a look at the bedroom he passed through in a hurry when rushing Valerie into the bathroom. The room appears spotless he doubts the patron even stepped foot into the place, he surely didn't go into the bathroom either. He rather handled that in the living room as well, Jamie thought moving toward the living room.

The smell of the room was overwhelming, and Jamie could feel his stomach churning. Looking at the outline of Valerie's body on the floor, he clenched his fists in rage, his knuckles turning white as he tried to contain his emotions. Jamie was filled with rage. He had grown so possessive of Valerie, but now he found her in this state, the marks of someone else on her body. It would have been fine if it was the normal marks, however this crossed the line for him.

Jamie remembers the surge of rage he felt when he looked at her, his possessiveness and jealousy boiling over as he realized that someone else had been the one to soil and mark her body so extremely. Jamie was angry, enraged that he wasn't the one to mark her body, that he wasn't the one to soil her in his own way. His possessive thoughts and feelings about Valerie consuming him, he wished she was his and his alone.

Moving to open the windows and clean the mess coating the living room, Jamie tries to bottle up his feelings and curb his possessive desire over Valerie. Doing his best to clean up the mess, after ten minutes Jamie stops his work and moves to check on Valerie. Walking into the bathroom he see Valerie still catatonic appearance lying just as he left her.

Jamie moved to drain the bath, grabbing some towels and placing them near the tub. As Jamie watched the water drip down her luscious curves, he couldn't help but feel his suppressed feelings of possessiveness bubbling to the surface. Her body glistened under the soft glow of the bathroom lights, her skin still flushed from the warmth of the bath. After the tub was drained, he grabbed a towel and dried off Valerie's body, taking the time to admire her curves. He ran his fingers through her hair, feeling the soft red strands as they glided through his fingers.

Seeing Valerie so clean and fresh, always stuck a chord within him. He found it hard to leave her after cleaning her up, the temptation to just admire her beauty had grown over the month, as did the desire to posses and mark her as his. The patrons always got to vent their desires on her, but they never cared after it was over, not like he did.

In Jamie's eyes as he dried of Valerie the rope marks and torn skin faded away leaving her unblemished to his eyes. She looked untouched, no unclaimed, waiting and tempting him to mark her and make her his. The urge to possess her consumed him, overpowering any warnings from his manager or the strict rules of the manor. Without hesitation, he discarded the towel and let his hands roam freely over her body, his touch rough and urgent as he kneaded her breasts with an intense fervor.

With his touch, he brands her as his own, claiming every inch of her skin as his possession. Jamie stops, realizing that the cold, sterile bathroom is not the place he wants to claim her. He tenderly wraps Valerie in a soft, unused towel and moves her to the bed, laying her down gently. As the towel falls away, her ****, naked body is exposed, a tangible symbol of his dominance and ownership.

Jamie's heart swelled with joy as he gazed at her, his eyes tracing every inch of her enchanting figure. She was finally going to be his. The thought alone sent shivers of excitement down his spine. Unable to contain himself any longer, Jamie's hands trembled with anticipation as they traced the outline of her body, exploring every inch of her skin. With each touch, he felt a surge of electricity course through his veins, igniting a fire within him. Every touch, every caress, was a declaration of his ownership over her. She was his to touch, to please, to possess.

Every inch of her was a tantalizing maze for his eager hands to lose themselves in. He savored every sensation as he traced the curves of her soft skin, her body a canvas for his touch. With each caress, a primal desire consumed him, a fiery craving to claim her in every way imaginable. His fingers danced skillfully over her delicate femininity, delving into the depths of her warm, pulsating desire.

'Yes even in her catatonic state she knows that her owner has come to claim her, that she should welcome him with everything she has.' Feeling spurred on by Valerie's reaction Jamie moves up to Valerie's face and leans in to kiss the woman. With a tender kiss, he declared his ownership over her, claiming her as his own. But as he delved deeper into her mouth exploring every inch with his tongue, he was met with a putrid taste that left him reeling.

With a sudden jolt, Jamie wrenches himself away from her mouth, spitting onto the floor in disgust. His throat burns as he desperately tries to rid himself of the repulsive taste. The thought of where it came from makes his stomach churn. The image of Valerie, humiliated and degraded, flashes before his mind, causing a surge of anger to course through his body. He remembers seeing the literal shit-eating grin the previous patron gave Valerie by smearing feces into Valerie's mouth. And now, Jamie has unwittingly become a victim of their sick game. The brutal reality of the situation snaps him out of his fantasy, leaving him seething with an overwhelming rage.

Valerie was not a new toy, fresh from the box, to be handled delicately. She was a worn and weathered plaything, bearing the scars and memories of every owner before him. No, she did not need to be treated with care. She needed to be claimed, marked with his own touch, to erase the traces of her past. Jamie knew exactly how he could achieve this. He moved Valerie around, positioning her on her back with her head dangling off the edge of the bed. A surge of excitement and possessiveness washed over him as he imagined leaving his own imprint on her, making her his completely.

With a swift motion, Jamie eagerly sheds his pants, his heart racing with anticipation as he feels the soft touch of Valerie's lips against his throbbing cock. As he gazes down at her, he can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness, knowing that her mouth was recently occupied by another man. With a fierce determination, he prepares himself to claim her mouth as his own, replacing any lingering traces of the previous owner with his own passionate essence.