Delightful Disgust

Reblog this if you'd let me & my friends ash & spit on u😛

To conclude my report on my cake’s new dominance of me, my weigh-in was close. I was 171 and my goal was 170. However my thigh measurement was 26” and that was unchanged. (She humiliated me by making me measure her 19.25” thighs). She called my husband and told him of my failure and he whipped out his belt and she quickly reduced me to tears. The time of the session was moved up by an hour as she informed me I would be allowed to go with them to dinner and she wanted me to have time to get ready. She picked an unflattering dress for me to wear while she wore a very short red mini and my pearls. I was trying my best to shower, dress and do my hair and makeup, but when she told me they were ready to leave and chop chop, so I had to take my make up to do in the car. No such luck. She told me I was to drive them and they got in the back seat and I into the drivers position. About three blocks from the restaurant, she told me to pull into a McDonalds. I was puzzled but went through the drive through and she ordered a happy meal. I didn’t understand until I pulled into the restaurant and she told me to enjoy my dinner and handed me the bag. I ate the burger and fries and edged until they came out two hours later. I had to stand in the corner while they had sex on our bed and then was allowed to clean them before they fell asleep. I was allowed to sleep on the floor next to the bed. I don’t think she is leaving.

You’re pigtastic, oinkarific

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