Sunday afternoon

Sundays are sacred, or at least they should be, days like Sunday should be for resting, relaxing and pushing away the stressful reality of being an adult. It was nice to have these days again with Megan even if our dynamic had completely changed. The morning was lazy, and the afternoon was much the same until I decided I wanted to go for my own jog.

It had started well enough; the music was good and my pace was snappy but as I made my third lap, I noticed a surprising number of onlookers.

Stan and his son had stopped arguing as they worked on their lawn instead choosing to watch me as I ran past. At first, I thought it odd but nothing to worry about I just waved and kept running. Then Mr. Gray came outside, milling around with two of his decrepit buddies and I could feel the church bitch's eyes burn into me each time I passed her occupied window.

I shook it off and picked up the pace turning up the music. In all fairness I did ruin this sleepy neighborhood the minute I released Megan into the wild and let it go as far as I did. The men I didn't mind, they just wanted to fuck my property and that was something I could deal with but as I rounded my fifth and final lap a mother called her kid in from the front yard and scowled at me. This was starting to agitate my relaxing Sunday mood.

"How was the run?" Megan asked, looking up at me upside down on the couch as I entered the house. Megan's long blonde hair hung down and pooled on the hardwood floor as she looked up at me smiling and ognoring the blood that started to rush to her face. I took a moment to admire her attire and smiled. This was her new normal. and I loved it.

Megan had chosen a plain white crop top that said bimbo in pink and a short pink tennis skirt that would do nothing to cover her ass if bent over. "Weird but pretty good." I rolled my neck and threw my running shoes to the side as I left the mud room. "I'm gonna rinse off then I'm thinking we head over to my dad's house for dinner."

Megan's nose wrinkled and she sat up pushing her long main back. "I don't really have anything appropriate to wear anymore, you made me cut up all of my clothes."

"And?" I shrugged, walking over to the girl and casually grabbing her left breast. "Good girl, no bra." I said giving her a light squeeze that made the blonde wince slightly.

"You can only be who you are fucktoy, dressing like a fucktoy is appropriate for someone like you Megan." I said softly giving her tit a hard squeeze making the girl wince slightly.

"Yes, yes sir." She whimpered looking up at me before looking away thoughtfully.

I played with her impressive bust and watched as the girl thought to herself, the conflict evident on her face. I knew this was what she dreaded, having family or people she knew and cared about judge her. I wondered if she was having second thoughts or again the reality of what she signed up for hit her.

If I had to guess it was almost like grieving over a loved one. It had to be hitting her in waves that the old Megan was gone and wasn't coming back. It was something I wanted to hammer into her and get Megan to accept even if I might have to do something rather harsh in the future.