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I was left in the closet, scared stiff.
The lover moved closer again.
He snorted coldly.
"I get it now. You women all just want him, huh? All just like his money, looking down on me, right?"
I didn't answer, just focused on the sounds outside, afraid John might get curious and check the closet.
"Smack!"
All my focus on John was shattered by a sharp slap.
The man trapped in the closet with me had one hand roughly smacking my ass, the other holding up his phone.
A burning pain spread, but I couldn't help writhing, pressing against the hand trying to pull away.
My entire demeanor was captured perfectly by his phone's camera.
He snorted coldly, pinching my chin, studying me.
"I've got a video. If you don't want your husband to know what kind of little slut you are, you'll listen to me."
"Otherwise, I'll post this online for everyone to see how turned on you get."
I had to nod in agreement.
In my mind, I was already thinking of ways to escape this new mess.
But the man seemed to read my thoughts and offered a bargaining chip I couldn't refuse.
"That woman your husband's with, she's already coaxing him to divorce you and marry her. Want to know how she's so captivating?"
The man pinched me, smiling confidently.
"It's all because I trained her. If you still want to win your husband back, listen to me, and don't try any funny business."
It was indeed an offer I couldn't refuse.
John is handsome and rich. We have history as childhood sweethearts.
And I still didn't know if I'd given in to those men that night.
The man looked at my obedient nod, a meaningful smile spreading across his face.
"Alright, listen up. Step one to winning back your husband: call me Master."
I blushed deeply, finally forcing the word out through gritted teeth.
"Mas... Master."
Just like that, John and I started living a life of mutual deception.
The lover was called Leo. He really knew how to train someone.
At first, I just pretended to obey. Later, I started craving his presence, instinctively following his commands.
"Focus! Want another taste of the whip?"
After a sharp lash, a red mark immediately appeared on my pale skin.
I stuck my tongue out, obsequiously rubbing against his pant leg.
"Smack!"
"Did I say you could move? Still moving around after all these days of training. Do you need to be tied up again?"
I flinched, earning another lash.
It hurt, but a tingling pleasure quickly erupted from the sting.
It felt like ants slowly crawling all over my skin, an unbearable itch.
I wanted to scratch, but my hands and feet were tied. I could only bite my lower lip helplessly.
Following Leo's commands, I performed acts I would have once found disgraceful, just for a moment of release.
Sometimes posing for the camera, mimicking the expressions of porn actresses, sometimes trying on fluffy tails with my back to the camera.
Leo even flicked cigarette ash into my mouth, mocking me mercilessly.
"Born to be a cheap woman. Does it feel good being a man's ashtray?"
Every time, I had to kneel on the ground, barking like a dog while loudly shouting "It feels good, Master!"
