Painful

Jasmine lived in an apartment on Benazir Bhutto Road, three floors up, suite 12.

Commit it to memory.

I was all showered up and looking good, with Miranda just behind me as my gorgeous-gorgeous-hot-sexy-wife opened the front door with a frown. “I thought I made myself clear that I never wanted to see you ever again.”

“Come on honey, Miranda was just doing her job.” Not even a chuckle. She was brainwashed, I’m a hilarious guy.

She started to close the door. “Goodbye.”

I stuck my foot between the door and the frame. “Ow! Wait I’m sorry, but I want to talk to you about all of this.”

“I have nothing to say.”

“This place is insane. You have a society made entirely of women, and none of them want to talk about their feelings!” I got a surround sound growl of disgust from both women. But it was true! No one wanted wanted to talk their problems out, and that's why they were all high strung nazis! “Please please please, just let me talk to you for a few moments, and I’ll never bother you again.”

Jasmine looked to Miranda, then to me, and rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She opened the door wider, and allowed me inside. “I guess I was right to be worried about you Miranda.” My beloved said coldly as she entered. “Though I feel like I must thank you for taking this animal away from me, and showing me my true nature.”

Yikes, catty much? Maybe catty was good. If Jasmine was still jealous of Miranda, that had to mean something, right?”

I turned towards my surf buddy and owner. “I actually want to speak with Jasmine alone.” Then I gave her a look that said ‘If I don’t, I’m going to put rocks in my pockets and walk into the fake ocean.’

She made a sour face, and stepped back out the door. (Miranda Hari: +10)(-23SP)

Holy crap! These gains!

“What do you want?” Jasmine interrupted my admiration of a thirty point swing on Miranda, just by getting her to let me see my wife.

“I cheated on you yesterday?”

She crossed her arms, and rolled her eyes. “Why should I care?”

“Because we’re married?”

“Right, right, because I still care about a male led institution that basically amounts to you owning me.”

Come, on baby don’t be like that. “Well I still care.”

“Apparently not.” She looked around her apartment. “Was it Miranda?”

She did care! “Nope.”

“What?” She dropped her arms, unable to keep up the uncaring facade. Yes! My wife was in there somewhere.”You man-whore. Alright, I am a little upset by that.”

“You are?” She admitted it?

“Sure. That bitch does everything she can to split us apart, and you don’t even end up with her. I’m angry that you’d treat one of my sisters this way.”

“Well it was all in the service of getting you out of here.”

“I’m sure.”

“Listen I feel terrible about it, but I think I’m going to have to do it some more if I’m going to get us out of here.”

“What a sacrifice.”

“It is! I love you Jasmine, I don’t want to do anything to hurt you. My life just has this weird metaplot right now, and my mojo is the only thing that can save us!”

“Wow.” She looked up at me with contempt. “I don’t believe you at all. I don’t think you’re the least bit sorry.”

I sighed. I can’t believe I thought coming here and confessing would somehow absolve me of what I was planning on doing. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have come here. I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“You see? You gave up so easily. You didn’t even beg for my forgiveness, you fucking pig.”

“Hmm?” I’d been walking for the door, but I kind of stopped halfway there when I heard her saw that. She was at -100 which meant, there was pretty much nothing I could do that would change how she felt about me right? But it also meant she liked dominating me…

Oh man, maybe I had my way in.

The line between hatred and love is pretty thin. At least she felt some way towards me.

Shrugging, and figuring that it was worth a shot, I spun around, got on my knees, and lowered my head to the ground. “I am so sorry for cheating on you Jasmine. She meant nothing to me. Neither does Miranda. You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, and will ever love. I’ll do anything to get you back, I miss you so much. Please forgive me, please please please please please.”

You could audibly hear the muscles in her face shift into a smirk. “You’re pathetic.” She brought the heel of her foot down on my hand and started grinding it into the floor.

“Ow!” I hissed, and tried to pull my hand away. “That hurts.”

“Like you hurt me?” She feigned a pout, and dug her heel in a little more. I put my hand on her foot to try and peel it off, but she just tsked at me. “Is that really how you treat my foot pig?”

Oh no. That was the problem of being in a battle of wits against a person I’ve known all my life, VERY intimately. She knew my weakness. I whimpered, in pain and moved my mouth over to the instrument of my ****. Her beautiful tiny tan feet, oh my gosh I loved them so much. I gave a few kisses to the top of her and hoped they’d be enough for her to release me.

Sproing

Okay, maybe they were more than a few kisses. Maybe I have a foot fetish.

Oh man, I really am pathetic. It didn’t take much magic to get a raging boner out of me. I gave her foot a few more kisses before it could grind my hand to dust, all the time saying. “I’m sorry I’m sorry, please forgive me I’m sorry.”

Jasmine giggled, quite pleased with herself. “What an attractive attitude for a man to take. I can see why Miranda wastes her time on you. I forgive you.” She raised her foot off of my hand, but planted it squarely on my face. I was in little piggy heaven, let me tell you. I kissed and nuzzled the bottom of her feet, I missed them dude. Sue me. “Besides.” She leaned in, which required her putting even more weight on my face to keep her balance. “I’ve cheated on you too.”

Oh ho ho! Good god that hurt. Wow. Can a person physically hurt your soul, because that news sure felt like it could. I mean the only thing I could possibly do to comfort myself was running my tongue along the wrinkled underside of her foot. Otherwise I would have just been a blubbering fool. “Youh wha?”

“I met a beautiful young woman this morning, who I instantly felt a very clear and intense sexual bond with. I took her up to my room, and we made love in the shower. And you know what Brett? It was better than anything that I had with a pervert like you.”

Well now she was just being hurtful.

Come on Brett, you’ve been absolved of your guilt? Right? Maybe? I mean, she said she didn’t care. Oh man. I loved her so much guys, I just couldn’t pull away! Even if it was just her foot, if I stopped I might never touch her again.

Life sucks!

“Miranda help!” I called out, between kisses. “She’s too hot!”

Miranda opened the door from the outside and fixed me with a dissapointed gaze. “Incredible.”

Jasmine giggled. “I wasn't even nice to him, and I still stole him from you. That must sting.” She ground her foot into my face for further affect. Reeducation must just teach people how to be mean, she was never like this on the island. “I don’t even want him, but he just can’t resist.” She laughed, but I heard a breathy high pitched tone to her words that I recognized from years of getting this girl horned up before sex. She was turned on too, it’s just that unlike me she still had her pride intact.

I couldn’t see Miranda, but I could hear pure contempt in her voice. “You want me to save you? Okay. Sit Boy!”