Andrea's peace
Added 2024-05-09 10:58:26 +0000 UTCPutting on her assigned outfit was the few minutes of peace Andrea had in the day and she dreaded it every morning. For the most part, she had learned to focus on the moment at hand, the chore she was doing, her master’s needs that she had to anticipate, the sensations he inflicted on her. If she kept those in the front of her mind, the bad feelings stayed buried.
But here, alone in her dressing room for a few minutes, there was nowhere to hide from Andrew.
Andrew was a macho man. Drove a truck, made homophobic jokes, drank beer, watched sports and worked with his hands. Andrew insisted on a traditional marriage where Judy stayed home and kept house, wore dresses and obeyed her husband. Andrew was an asshole.
Andrew was the man Andrea used to be. The man betrayed by his wife and sold to cruel strangers who had broken his will and reshaped his body before selling their creation to her master.
Andrew was still in her head, disgusted by every penetration, retching at every taste of cum, recoiling at the frills and lace of the lingerie that was her daily uniform.
It was in these few minutes of peace that she could hear Andrew’s voice screaming in her mind. Andrea pulled the lacy garments on faster. The sooner she was dressed the sooner she could focus on Master’s needs and silence Andrew again.
