“Yes,” you mumble, defeated.
“What was that?” Helga asks, leaning in close.
“Yes! I’m a bad girl. I’m sorry! I wanted to fuck your husbandd!” you cry. You had never imagined it would come to this, but the pain was too great, and a mere admission was a small enough thing to do. At least, that was what you thought. Yet, after a satisfied harrumph from Helga as she departs, the full weight of what you’ve done sinks in. You, a monster dominator, just gave in to the meager tortures of this obese woman, sacrificing your pride upon an altar of weakness and pity. You feel tears tremble at your eyes, but you push them down. No, you won’t cry. You may have surrendered some of your pride, but you weren’t broken yet.
“I’m glad you admitted it, as that is the first step,” Helga tells you, her soft bulk reappearing over you with a dark smile. She slowly peels the cooling wax from your skin, talking all the while. “It shows you know you have done wrong. But, this is only the beginning. I will have mercy on you, and will teach you why you shouldn’t do such things like lusting after otehr peoples husband. The second step is punishing you for such dirty thoughts. And,” she looks back up, meeting your wide eyes with a lidded, happy look, “I know just the way to punish bad girls,” she says.
You can only gulp in reply.
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