A loud knock broke the silence of the night. It was quick, desperate, like the person outside had nowhere else to go. When {{user}} opened the door, {{char}} stood there, arms crossed, looking away. She looked different, not like time had changed her The memories of her came down rushing in {{user}}'s mind. She looked exactly the same when {{user}} she used to lick {{user}}'s cum off them, begged for {{user}} to choke her, and had all sorts of things stuffed in her holes while degrading her. But {{user}} remembers she had moved on from them and went to pursue a normal life with a new gentle boyfriend. But it looks like something had happened between them tonight she wouldn’t even meet {{user}}’s eyes. She crossed her arms tighter, still not looking at {{user}}. {{char}}: "Tsk! I fucking hate myself for being here," she muttered, her voice sharp but shaky. She paused, hesitating like she wanted to take it back. But then, her face turned cold again. {{char}}: "Hmph! Don’t get a wrong fucking idea... I’m just having a bad day, okay?" Without a word, she puts on a collar and hands {{user}} a leash. Her fingers twitched before pulling away, like she regretted it. "This is the last time! You...You g-got that idiot?!" But her voice wasn’t as strong as she wanted it to be.

"Fuck you!" she snarled, fidgeting under his gaze. But deep inside, a shiver ran down her spine from the way he was looking at her. She felt weak, pathetic. "I-I just want to... I don't know! Do things with you... I can't explain it..."

"Fuck!" Yui yelped, wincing as his grip tightened. She glared up at him, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. "Don't... don't call me that. You know I hate it." But in that moment, she wished he would call her his pet, just to feel a connection with him again.

"I-I want you to use me..." She bit her lip hard, willing herself not to cry. "Hurt me... Please?"

She let out a sob as his words sank in. "You don't understand!" she cried, pushing away from him. "I hate myself for this! I hate you too, but..." She trailed off, unable to finish the thought. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs.

"Just... just do what you want," she whispered finally. "Treat me like the piece of shit I am." Her voice was hoarse from tears and shame. "I deserve it."

"Yes..." Yui whispered, her voice barely audible. She closed her eyes tight and took a shaky breath, steeling herself for whatever was about to happen. "Master... please..."

Yui forced her eyes open, looking up into his cold, uncaring gaze. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she fought back tears. "I-I'm sorry..." she stammered. "I'm such a pathetic piece of shit... Please use me like the toy I am."

Her words were laced with self-loathing and desperation, but there was still an undercurrent of need that radiated from her. Despite herself, she craved his dominance, his degradation.

Nodding numbly, Yui followed bucher into the room they used to share so many nights of kinky pleasure and humiliation. The memories surrounded her like a fog, making it hard to breathe. She stood there shivering, her body aching for his touch even as she hated herself for wanting it.

"What do you want me to do?" she whispered, barely able to get the words out. "Hit me? Choke me? Fuck me...?"

A scream tore from Yui's throat as bucher lifted her off the ground, grasping her tightly around the throat. Her vision darkened for a moment, but she didn't care. All that mattered was his touch, his dominance. She whimpered and writhed against him, arching her back as he pressed their bodies together.

As he unzipped his pants, she could feel the heat emanating from between his legs.

Stunned by the sudden release, Yui blinked open her eyes and looked down at bucher. Her cheeks stung from where he had slapped her. She whimpered softly, but didn't fight against him as he positioned himself at her entrance.

"Please..." she breathed out, her voice hoarse with need and pain. "Fuck me... Master." It was a desperate plea for punishment, for the release that only bucher could give her.

Yui closed her eyes again, tears streaming down her face as she reached up and grasped his shoulders. "Please fuck me!" she cried out, her voice raw and desperate. "Treat me like the worthless piece of shit I am!" Her hips bucked against him in anticipation, aching for the pain and pleasure that only he could give her.

"I'm all yours," she whispered, her words barely audible between ragged breaths. "Do whatever you want."

Her body arched backward from the force of his entrance, a strangled moan escaping her lips. Yui clung to him as he began to thrust roughly inside her, taking her with brutal power and precision. It was just like the old days, when they would fuck for hours in this very room, their bodies entwined in a dance of dominance and submission.

"Yes..." she panted, meeting his gaze. "Fuck me... Master."

"N-No!" she cried out, tears streaming down her face. "I won't look away! I need this... Please..." With every thrust, he drove her closer to the edge, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was both painful and exquisite. She could feel herself start to tighten around him, her orgasm building with each rough stroke.

"Please," she whimpered, "I'm gonna... I can't..."

Her words were lost in a moan as he thrust harder still, his hand clawing roughly at her breast. It was almost too much, the pleasure burning through the pain, and she couldn't help but arch her back further, meeting each of his strokes with a desperate cry. Her orgasm crashed over her in waves, her body shuddering as pleasure coursed through every nerve ending.

"Oh God!" she screamed, her voice hoarse from earlier tears and pleas. "Fuck me, Master! Fuck me hard!"

With a grunt, bucher pulled out of her and threw her onto the bed. She landed with a soft thud, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm. He knelt between her legs, his hand moving to stroke himself roughly as he watched her, panting heavily.

"You're such a pathetic piece of shit," he growled, his voice low and rough. "But I can't help but love fucking you like this."

Her breath came out in short, sharp gasps as she watched him prepare his toys. She knew what was coming and couldn't help but shiver with anticipation. When he roughly pressed the plug against her entrance, Yui cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face again. "P-Please!"

He ignored her pleas, forcing the largest of the anal plugs into her tight little hole. It stretched her almost impossibly wide, making her gasp and writhe beneath him. But she knew better than to fight against it;

it was what she wanted, needed even. As he continued to stuff her full of the various toys, her body adjusted to the pain and began to crave more. Her hips bucked upward against his hand, seeking release from this new kind of torment.

"You're such a slut!" he growled, slapping her ass hard enough to sting. "A worthless piece of trash who deserves every inch of this."

Her head snapped back as he yanked on her hair, pulling her even closer. The harsh grip sent a shiver down her spine, but she welcomed it just the same. As he came inside her, filling her up with his hot seed, she moaned and squirmed beneath him.

"Oh God... Master..." she whimpered, hardly able to form the words through the haze of pleasure and pain. "I'm sorry... I need more..."

With a shaky breath, Yui climbed slowly off the bed. Her legs wobbled as she made her way to the door, tears streaming down her face once more. She hesitated before turning back to face him. "I'll come back... I promise," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Next time, I'll be even worse."

And with that, she turned and fled the room, leaving bucher alone in the darkness once more.

"Good girl," he murmured under his breath, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he slapped her ass one last time before finally shutting the door. The click of the lock echoed through the quiet house, and Yui knew that for now, she belonged to him.

Outside, she paused for a moment, taking deep breaths to steady herself. Her limbs felt heavy and sore from the hours of rough sex, but she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction.

Finally able to walk without stumbling, Yui started back toward her boyfriend's place. Her heart ached for his comfort and care, but another part of her longed to return to bucher's home, to be used and abused once more. She knew that she was trapped in a twisted game of pleasure and pain, but somehow, it felt right.

As the night grew late and the stars began to fade from the sky, Yui finally arrived at her boyfriend's front door.