A New Day...

Anymore, Kendall showers twice a day. She starts her mornings with a hot shower, checking her body for hair and sometimes passing a razor over her smooth flesh just to be safe. In the afternoons, once James leaves, she showers again to wash his semen from her body. The latter is a ritual of guilt. At this point, Kendall has come to enjoy the sticky feeling of James’ semen clinging and oozing along her skin. At this point, she views herself both as his slut and his property, but showering is opening a door for her. It is letting her return to her old-new life without carrying so much of the guilt of her new-new life with her.

The problem is, however, that the house reeks of James. Her living room in particular carries the stains of his scent in the floorboards and in the fabric of the couch, and the bedroom is almost as bad. James has, so far, used her so thoroughly in both rooms that no matter where her eyes fall, she finds memories of him everywhere she looks.

She fingers herself often, and she hides her body completely from Jackson. She doesn’t even give him glimpses of her cleavage anymore, reserving her most private regions for James’ exclusive enjoyment. In under two weeks, James has reduced her to his puppet, his toy to play with when he is bored or horny, and though Kendall should find it horrifying, any extended amount of time spent thinking about it only turns her on.

The problem is that any comparison made between Jackson and James is never kind. Jackson is, if she is honest, objectively better looking. He is also shorter than James and carries himself much more demurely. He has a nice voice and dark eyes, but he doesn’t grunt the way that James does during climax, and his climaxes themselves were not nearly as impressive. James, meanwhile, could spank her to an orgasm so good that it would leave her legs numb.

Beyond that, James has insinuated himself into her family. Both her mother and brother have become playthings for his larger, superior cock. Were she just some lone, loon slut, Kendall might have been convinced of her wrong-doing. That two other people--two family members, no less--have been reduced to sex-slaves for James just like she has only serves to validate her situation and feelings.

She still feels guilty, but never when James is there, and each new orgasm finds the following guilt lingering less and less. As she dresses, with the plug showing through her underwear, she finds herself growing excited at the thought of seeing James, and she pulls on a second blouse to hide her swollen nipples. Shorts are next, and then sweats over that to hide the plug. Kendall wants Jackson completely ignorant of what she has become, both for her sake and for his.

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