obsessed and over-invested

- I'm still good meat

- I'm perfectly good meat

Bite.

you think it's over for a moment when she lifts up her foot, giving you just a second to breathe a sigh of relief.

that's when she lands the first kick. it's deep, quick and painful, like being jabbed with a blunt object. you groan without meaning to. another shot to your sides, hard enough to topple you over this time. you can hear how much she loves it when she giggles at your body curling into the fetal position. she snaps at you to get on your back, punctuating the demand with a kick to your thighs.

you don't realize you've been squeezing your eyes shut until she bends down to strike your face and ask if you're still awake. she's always been a sucker for the fear in your eyes, and you know it. this time, you watch her lift her leg and expect the worst, body tensing on instinct. she lands the sole of her boot in the lower center of your stomach and you let out a sound you didn't even know your body could make, a guttural and low moan full of both lust and anguish.

then you feel it.

the heel of her boot now, digging directly into your bladder. by now, you usually know better than to tell her to stop, but the new and intense sensation causes you to whimper and rasp out pleas for mercy. you stumble over your words as you pointlessly repeat chants of "please, stop, I don't want to make a mess, you'll be mad at me, please stopstopstop-" until you break. until you feel the warmth spread through your underwear and down your legs, puddling underneath your ass.