Remember when I dumped your pathetic ass as my husband and slave? Flashback to me berating you for every failure: botched cleanup duty, leaving the house a pigsty, hiding cash from me, slacking on chores, ruining my foot massages, and flopping in bed every time. You cried and begged, calling me Mistress or Goddess way too late, "It's over! You're done!" I tossed your tiny bag of crap and pointed to the door. What's mine stays mine, loser. Now here you are, groveling to come back as my good boy. Arms crossed, I mock your empty promises with smirks and eye-rolls. "Prove you're really sorry." I spin, shoving my massive, juicy ass in your face for your ass-pology. Kiss it. Sniff deep. Lick every thick curve and worship like you mean it! But your weak efforts? Laughable. I taunt you endlessly, "Real slaves beg harder!" More pathetic tongue, zero passion, total embarrassment. "ENOUGH!" Your existence is a joke. Get out before my new big, strong, hung alpha tosses you. Rejected again, ex-hubby.
