“Relax”

While I don’t remember everything he said that day things are more clear in memory from this moment on.

“****, you need to relax. I know you were betrayed and I can’t imagine what that feels like but you’re my property now. I like my property naked. If you’re cooperative things will go much easier for you.”

Standing there in only a skimpy red thong in front a strange man who now owned me, how the fuck was I supposed to relax?

“Relax? How can I relax?! I’m a naked ****. All my life, all my dreams, everything I ever hoped to become is now just nothing. I’ll never amount to anything. I’m nothing...”

He frowned. I couldn’t tell if it was empathy or frustration but he stepped forward and I stepped back afraid of another spanking. In only a thong I could see my red ass in the mirror to my side. My red ass that would be permanently exposed so until it healed everyone would know I was spanked on top of seeing me naked.

As I hit the wall behind me I had nowhere left to go. I averted my eye, terrified, and looked at the ground. He reached forward and put his curled finger under my chin forcing me to look up at him.

“Most people amount to nothing and most of them don’t have the excuse of being a ****. Now why don’t you take those panties off and we can get going.”

He asked me to remove my final covering but was seemingly trying to reassure me. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have any warning about this. I was betrayed by my wife and I learned that at the same time I learned I was a ****. Then I was spanked and now I’ve been stripped. I don’t even have a name anymore. Who am I? I rubbed my bottom as I felt the increased pain of it pressed into the wall as he stood too close to me.

“Are...are you always going to hurt me?”

He paused like he hadn’t considered it. He didn’t have to keep his word, I was a **** with no recourse against anything but he looked me in the eye and offered what little hope he could.

“I won’t hurt you unless you make me.”

I nodded and I sighed as I slipped my fingers into my waistband. I stretched it and let them fall exposing my clean shaven pussy to this strange man who owned me now. I was going to kick them away as my final surrender but he reached down and took them as I stepped out of them one foot at a time. His face was eye level with my womanhood and I couldn’t do anything. He didn’t even look though.

Even without looking he was still having an effect as I felt his breath on my thigh and I swallowed deeply as I felt the most humiliating drip of pussy juices slip down my inner thigh. My body offering up my surrender to the situation telling him all he needed to know or at least think: that I liked this, that I was some sort of slut who got off on it. It couldn’t be further from the truth, at least I thought so but he didn’t comment if he noticed at all. He just tossed my thong across the room and I was naked.

I thought at that moment how I will always be naked and how I never got to say goodbye to Lisa. I could’ve asked to write a note just to get my feelings out but I didn’t because I was so angry and now I wish I had. Being with her was the closest thing to happiness I ever felt and she was the harbinger of the end of my possession of my own life. There was a sick beautiful duality to it that made me want to laugh and cry at the same time. I lost everything, why not my sanity too?

“Are you relaxed?” He asked.