The pain from the punishment to my genitals
faded fast, but the embarrassment of having had my little bits so mistreated by
PS lived on as did the memory of having my face fucked by her cunt. I found I just couldn’t get the sight, smell
and taste out of my mind.
Of course none of that helped knowing that
Mistress Eleanor was going to tell my wife what I’d done.
The day dragged.
It was one thing for my wife to have lovers so it’s not an issue of
infidelity. No, much worse, she would be
told I had assaulted the cook, raped her with my lips, tongue and mouth.
It didn’t help that I had to work in the kitchen. The cook acted all innocent as if nothing had
happened, but occasionally kept on giving me sly looks and licking her lips
looking at me, or at least I thought she did.
She also kept her spoon handy. I
tried to put it all behind me and acted as polite and courteous as I
could. It wasn’t easy, but I managed and
as time went on I started to relax and then just when I’d forgotten, there was
a message to check Twitter. Mistress
Eleanor had not just told my wife, but had released my diary for the whole
world to see.
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