That's Okay - I already have one

"Re, really?" I felt myself freezing.

"Yes, Scooby. Didn't Velma every teach you that women can do things too?"

I felt the floor crumble around me. I dissociated hard! Our house suddenly felt like a film set. Nothing felt real. Miss Summer had never been sarcastic with me. She had been angry. She had been annoyed. She had been happy. She had been frustrated. But never sarcastic.

I felt my eyes widen as the shock filled my body. I couldn't move, but some part of me knew what was about to happen. (I guess female intuition really is a thing?)

Miss Summer stood up and I suddenly realised we had been sat at the dining room table. (The corner of which had become her home office.)

"But you're not Scooby are you?" Miss Summer asked rhetorically. "You're not even a bad bitch." Her calm was even more scary than her words or the whiplash. "You're a naughty puppy that pissed all over our marriage. No! MY marriage."

I wanted to object. I wanted to plead. I didn't have permission. I felt the tears start to run down my face before I blinked the second cascade out of my eyes. I began to silently cry.

A thought seemed to occur to her, "Why..." which why was she going to strike me with first? "... are you on the furniture?" My body almost collided with the wall as it leaped from the chair to the floor. I found myself kneeling just as I head Miss Summer gasp.

"OH my Gauhwd! IT's true." she paused for a moment as we both accepted that the chance for me to deny this reality had just evaporated. "I mean? I mean! I mean I know she is good, but I didn't expect the results to be so,,, so real? You're just her fucking bitch, pretending to be my husband? I was right to contact her when I started to have my suspicions. When I found the websites that you had been reading: literotica, chyoa, mcstories.com, asstr.org I was surprised ─ I'd expected pornhub or the adult parts of reddit would be enough for your masturbation needs."

She had begun to pace, and as I had no commands I simply could not move. "At first I thought that porn had somehow radicalised you, but the further back I dug the more it looked like your porn life was a secret second life. Eventually I realised that the porn version of you was the real you and the person that I had married was the fiction! I felt so betrayed, so violated that I had to get help. I found the nearest marriage councillor that would see me on my own. Mistress F taught me so much about the human mind. How people like me can be tricked by things like you."

Oh no! Only slaves refer to her as Mistress F! Did Miss Summer know that? Could I warn her? Did I even want to?

Her tone cut deeper than any cane. Right now I would pay dearly for her to stop talking and just start punishing me physically.

"But this is what you are. A ****. A naughty girl that has been living a lie!" Then she mumbled quietly, through gritted teeth, "Pretending to be a man."

I felt her stop pacing, despite my eyes still being fixed on the floor.

"The question now: What to do with you?"