Well, whatever.

Well, whatever.

Her name slate being empty probably meant it was working now.

She wasn't Reagan anymore.

She would just be some amnesiac who woke up in a sex dungeon, being roughed up by three sexy women.

Maybe she was now someone I could recruit on my side. A pet to be subjugated.

Lana, Anna and Gloria would probably find her sudden change odd.

I could go over there and make sure everything was ok... but nah.

The sun was starting to set.

The ambiance was too perfect.

This is exactly what it looked like when Michelle and I-

Yeah... the setting was absolutely perfect.

It was finally time to finish up with her weekend with me.

The one way I always dreamed about.

There it was.

The bench.

By the river.

I looked behind me.

Michelle was completely flustered again.

Following me around like a scared little puppy. Wearing nothing but a long, leather jacket.

And a nice dog collar too.

But nothing more than that.

She was sweating and whimpering with each step.

This area was way more public than the countryside earlier this morning.

And... if I could do the things I did to her and her sister there...

What was stopping me from doing whatever I wanted with her... here?

I'm sure the question was running rampant through her mind.

Maybe I would parade her nude through the town? Throw garbage at her? Ring a bell and shout 'shame'?

More importantly... I'm sure the bigger question she was thinking about...

If I wanted to do that... could she even say "no"?

But no. I wouldn't do that.

It would have ruined what I had planned for right now.

"Remember the bench, Michelle?"

"Y-Yes..."

"It was just like this, wasn't it? The sun was just setting, the birds were singing... and we cuddled together there, didn't we?"

"Y-yes... dear."

"Tell them again. Tell me the words. Those ones from four years ago."

She swallowed.

"I... I will love you... forever. With... With both my mind.... and my.... soul."

"Right. Kinda weird you would divorce me then, right?"

She just looked down. Afraid to meet my eyes.

"You know, I've thought about those words for a long time. And those specific words you decided to use. 'Mind and soul'. That's not what people usually say, right? It's more like... Mind and body, isn't it?"

She just stared at her feet. Either she was really intimidated by me... or ashamed.

I picked her chin up, and stared into her soggy eyes.

"You knew even back then, right? Your body was off-limits immediately. Mind and soul... those are just words. They mean nothing to you. Nothing tangible. It was never anything tangible with you, you arrogant bitch."

"No, no, Jack, please, I meant-"

"Shut up. Actually, I want you to shut up for the rest of the day. You are not allowed to utter one word. That's an order. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"The weekend is nearly over. There's only one more thing you need to do. One thing to finally make me forgive you."

I sat on the bench.

"Let's actually make this real. Surrender your mind, soul... and your body... to me. Like you promised. Do you understand what I mean by that?"

A small, hesitant nod.

"Yeah. I bet that's what you wanted anyways, you horny cheating bitch. Fuck Maddy's feelings, right? Who cares. Just surrender to your ex-husband so you can finally cum, you disgusting slut."

A small flash of anger... but it was gone pretty quickly. This weekend was breaking her defiance to tiny little bits.

There was nothing but shame there anymore.

"Think about it. You're here. Despite the horrible stuff I made you do with your sister earlier today. Despite the horrible stuff I did to your sister. You're so pathetic. All your cum-addicted whore brains want is that sad little release, isn't it? No wonder you turned out to be a cheater. But fine. I'm going to give you what you want. But I want it to be... truly special. So we're doing it here. On this bench of our neverending love."

Her eyes flashed with panic, and she quickly looked around.

Yes, there were people around. But nobody really that close.

And I didn't really care. If anybody saw us, it would be humiliating for her, not me.

As long as nobody called cops or something.

"Take that jacket off. And crawl between my legs."

There was no fight in her. She had already resigned to her fate. She only sighed.

Slowly, she let the jacket fall down... and revealed her full, luscious body to me. The body I truly never owned... until now.

I could see she was considering hiding her tits and pussy with her hands. But she knew I wouldn't like that.

She quickly got on all fours, knowing that it would dramatically decrease the chance of somebody catching a glimpse of her extremely nude body.

I waited patiently, as she slowly crawled between my legs.

Then I waited some more.

She glanced in my direction, waiting for her next order.

I wouldn't give one.

And then she just reached for my zipper.

I grabbed her hair, stopping her.

She gasped.

"I didn't tell you to do that, did I slut?"

She shook her head.

She was getting so **** for my dick, a tear was forming in her eye.

"Oh yeah. I guess I'm touching you now. I promised you not to do it this weekend. Unless... you're fine with it?"

She nodded quickly.

"You are, are you? Are you happy that I'm touching you?"

Quick nods.

"Are you **** for me to touch you?"

A little more hesitant, but she nodded quickly again.

"Then beg for it. Like a dog would."

I let go of her, pushing her a little backwards.

She quickly adjusted her position, pointing her paws forward into a begging position.

Then she whined like a little puppy. She quickly realized that wasn't enough, and pushed out her tongue as well. Now she was panting with her tongue out, all the while making tiny little begging sounds.

Good. It was nice to see she was learning from her sister and our lovely morning together.

Maybe I should build a shared doghouse for the bitch sisters?

Either way...

Having my ex, here, in this humiliating position...

It was making me extremely hard.

"Fine. You may take out the dick. But use only your mouth."

She dove between my jeans, and clenched her teeth on my zipper.

This was clearly her first time doing anything like this, so it was quite an exhaustive fumble to finally free little Jack.

But there it finally stood. In front of her awing face, glistening with pre-cum.

She looked to me for confirmation, ready to place her lips against it.

I didn't give the permission yet.

First I needed to place a call.

To Maddy.