Kaori's Irrepressible Bullying Kink

Now, when you asked her who she was considering for {if Cuck = false}her designated partner{endif}{if Cuck = true}your bull{endif} it was his name that she blurted out. All you could think about was the strange way they acted around each other. Really? Him?

In retrospect, maybe it should not have surprised you so much. You’d known for years that her past history had impacted her fetishes. Her masochism had first been activated by this same man, back at St. Primrose. Now that she had a chance to finally explore those long suppressed desires…well, who better to do it with?

“I know it’s weird. I’m sorry. I’m sure you don’t understand.”

You lied and said that you did. Your main question was whether he’d even be the right man for the job. He was a changed man now. [Perhaps the old version of him would have jumped and the chance to storm into your bedroom and announce who was boss.] She could hardly just expect him to snap back to the sort of asshole he was back in highschool. What if he just didn’t have it in him anymore?

Kaori just giggled to herself.

“Darlingggggg. You’re so innocent. I love you.”

“Of course, he does. Mph. Have you seen how he looks at me? Or just how he acts, when I’m around. It’s like….it’s like he changed, but he didn’t really change.”{if Male = true}

You tried to argue, pointing out all the ways that he seemed to be reformed. Kaori blankly agreed with every point…and then went right on insisting that he was still the kind of sadist she was looking for. As someone used to being prey, she’d learned a long time ago how to spot a predator.{endif}{if Female = true}

You blinked a few times. How had you missed that? Of course, he still saw Kaori as meat. You simply hadn’t been looking at it the right way. Suddenly, all sorts of strange oddities in the interactions stuck out. All the flashes of malice that reminded you of how he used to be.{endif}

“I think the same wants and stuff are in there. He’s just gotten, like, better at controlling them. Not being shitty. If I went to him and told him though that he could, well you know, be like before…and I was, er, okay with it? He’d do it…”