What it takes for you to sleep.

I see you lying in your bed at nights.... Unable to sleep. You lay next to your husband, and he tells you that it's all over and that its safe. The night terrors have stopped, and I am still out there. You don't know what to do except sneak out of bed and run to the basement.... Though it's not what you are used to, it's the closest thing that makes sense for you.... you even take your kid's jump rope and tie your legs together and get off with a vibrator that you hid in the Christmas box. The feeling isn't the same but it's enough to finally let your brain relax and you can now sleep. You creep back into bed where your husband sits up waiting for you. He heard what you were doing to yourself and he gets angry... you start to get wet... You want him to do it... You want him to do exactly what master did to you every night... it's the only thing that makes you feel alive. But all he does is give you a hug and tells you that he will do whatever it takes to make it just like it was before you disappeared.

You finally fall asleep... your dreams are clear as if it was real.... sleep paralysis sets in, and you are trapped... You are in a mix of dreaming and reality.... someone is using you; you can't move but someone has hoisted your legs on their shoulders, and they are fucking you.... You think it's your master...the night terrors come into play.... your heart races to its limits that you have never felt before... You snap out of it.... someone has broken in but your husband is missing.... You are being taken, and it all makes sense.... your purpose has come back.... he denies you an orgasm but his explodes all over your pussy and most landing on your mouth. You want to taste it, but you are not allowed to because master didn't tell you. You beg the man to give you permission and he does... you don't recognize the voice or the taste of his cum but when he leaves the room.... you sleep and now you sleep.

The next moment you wake up and its daylight.... You find yourself having soaked the bed and pussy wet. Your chest hurts from what you went through last night. You turn over to your phone to see a note that says "REMOTE", so you turn the other way to see a note that says play DVD. You are scared and it's probably some message from your husband... but you do as you are told and play the DVD. You find that he followed you last night and filmed what you did to yourself in the basement and even heard you talking to Youseff as if you were the master and the victim. You notice that you stood there looking at the camera performing as you had for many months. Once you had your orgasm, you laid there as if waiting for a command... you hear your husbands voice telling you to "Go Back to Bed Slut." You answered.... He walks back to bed, and you soon join him. You see the camera cut off and then cut back on as you lay there tossing and turning. He gets up and turns the camera towards you, and he listens to every word... he gropes you in your sleep as you struggle, cry, beg, and reliving some form of torment.... he begins to play into it... you see how hard his cock is.... you now remember it was him who fucked you while you were having your episode.

You lay back in bed as you watch your husband **** you at your worse and you realize as did, he that your greatest orgasm came from him taking advantage of your pain and torment. Your master did this to you as well.... made you watch how much you enjoyed yourself and always left a toy next to you somewhere. You didn't find one, so you had to use your fingers... you had to get intimate with yourself. For the first time.... you squirted across the room without being made to or told to.... you cried because it was so wrong, but you can see your masters face telling you that it's so right and it's your purpose to please any man that was in your presence.... to not please a man was to not have purpose. So, with the video, you assumed your husband was around.... you see eyes from the closet and his hard cock stroking from it. Your body convulse as an orgasm overtakes your body and senses. You begin to breathe as if you were asthmatic and finally you calm down.... you were great the whole day and when it was bedtime... you slept as if nothing had happened... but he only knew it was a small term fix.

You dread the next week.... now you tell the therapist that your husband had to re-enact the trauma that you had to go back to. You tell her everything that happened and the fact that he filmed it. She requests to see it and for the moment she watches your reaction to it. Your therapist says nothing as she takes notes and now understands more of what you had been telling her. She notices that the video actually comforts you and helps you sleep as sick and depraved as it was.... You learned that the 8 months of captivity is that you had to do this every night in order to be allowed to go to bed. The basement was your home for the entire time as you were used whenever anyone wanted and being filmed slowly meant nothing to you except for it being a show for men to jack off to later. She notices that you eventually learned to like it and she offers hypnosis... she screams and nearly attacks you at the word. Now it all makes sense... you were hypnotized and had to try other means to get her to sleep.

The therapist had to wait 3 weeks but eventually was able to catch you unawares and you started to reveal everything that he did... you tried to undo it, but it was going to be a long road. She started to self-break out due to it all and you had to release her. He had multiple people around her during all of this.... your therapist tells you that you had tons of men around you. You tell her that fucking 10 or 20 guys a night almost became second nature to you. Each one throwing money at her and degrading her for touching it. Your husband had to hear all of this... your therapist says the only person who can truly give her back her life is the man who did all of this. Common words could trigger anything... so reading books was out of the question, watching tv was out of the question, and any conversations about this was only left for the husband privately and the therapist.

2 months in.... An argument breaks out. You can't control it... someone said something that made you wear revealing clothes.... Your guy friends come in to watch the game, and you started to flirt... you tried to be a good girl and control it, but you let them know they can have you.... how was it going to happen... you don't know... but you got your wish. Your husband ran to the store and asked you to change clothes. Mike came in as you were doing it and he takes advantage of you. Your purpose has been fulfilled but you now realize that you don't want to do this... Mike takes you and enjoys you.... you remember your masters' words that all men must be taken care of. Another guy comes in and does the same.... your husband is gone longer than you hoped but both men have had you for 20 long minutes... you swallow they're cum and look at them telling them that it was your pleasure to do so.... it wasn't... you thought it was nasty... but what made it worse... is that you were still dripping wet from it. You masturbated for them telling them to be mean to you.... one went to be a lookout, while the other treated you like a whore and fucked you again. You changed your clothes and washed up after he was done.

Finally coping with it all, you go to the store and make purchases and dinner. You go to your car to load the groceries, and a strange man walks up behind you. He says a few words and fear sets in... you recognize his voice... you beg for him to leave but he doesn't. You beg him not to do anything in the Walmart parking lot... but he unzips his pants. You unconsciously suck his cock right there on the ground... a few people walk by, but you don't stop. He opens your car door, and you bend over and lift your skirt... he fucks you as you cry wondering who is next... but it was only him. You clean his cock like you are told to as always and then he leaves. You long for him and want him. He gives you a simple phone number.... your mind tells you to turn it over to the police but your body aches for him.... you near dial it instantly... but you hold back.

You make it home; you don't tell anyone.... your husband notices. You hide in the basement and call... he tells you an address. You don't go at first... but you want to. The sound of his voice soothes you, the simple touch felt like a million small lightning strikes inside your heart, the feel of his cock entering you felt like a point where he was giving you a reward. The thought of it all made you sweat... you walked out the house in your pajamas.... you got into your car, and you saw your husband standing in the window as the headlights came on. You started to cry as if there was something pulling you to leave. 5 months of treatment and help down the toilet with one interaction with the man who did these awful things to you... So, you go back. The car is parked as you walk in.... the car was taken back to your former life with the keys thrown against the door.

You see your master and you take your clothes off.... they mean nothing to you. He hands you his favorite color and style of lingerie. Your tears dry and you see all the familiar faces. He tells you to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness because she had runaway. You are whipped into the floor and punished. The men stand up, and she receives her punishment. She is taken to the basement and used like before... serving each man as she had when she was first made to. Eventually locked back in the closet like before.... hearing them talk she feels at home.... cum dripping out of her.... sneaking a taste.... remembering that the cum tasted like Tyrick... the 11inch black man that uses her a lot.... she missed him... not because he was nicer than most... but because he tasted the best.