An Explanation (Finally) and a Chance at Freedom
You were more than a bit taken aback by Isabella’s behavior. Sure, you were glad she had finally helped you, especially since she had washed you off, but you obviously couldn’t read her mind and therefore had no context for her essentially out of the blue change of heart. And sure, you felt bad that she was suddenly blaming herself, even crying (even though it WAS mostly her fault), but she HAD put you through hell, so you didn’t exactly feel like consoling her, at least without some kind of explanation. And so… you just sort of awkwardly remained still, staring at her until she calmed herself down enough to address you again.
“Lo siento mucho, de verdad, Dennis. No tenía idea de que fueras real, quiero decir... REALMENTE real. No solo hacer creer. Solo quería un marido, alguien que no me dejara sin importar qué, aunque mi trasero probablemente sea demasiado pequeño para ellos... Y pensé que la única manera de hacerlo era con uno de esos juguetes eróticos... Y luego comencé. imaginándome que solo eras el tipo de chico que 'se hacía el difícil', y me hizo amarte tanto pensar que estabas 'accidentalmente' recompensando mis avances sobre ti. Que simplemente no podías admitir cuánto me amabas a mí y a mi pequeño trasero, sin importar lo asqueroso que pueda ser a veces... Lo sé... Sé que estaba loco al pensar que incluso un juguete podría quedarse conmigo y amarme así. , incluso de una manera falsa… ¡Incluso uno de esos juguetes se rompería después de hacer lo que hice! Es por eso que me di cuenta de que debes ser un humano real... Dennis, lo siento mucho. Sé que probablemente me odias ahora, así que... Voy a ir al baño y calmarme. Si tú… si decides irte, lo entenderé. Pero si puedes perdonarme y darme otra oportunidad, oh, no importa. Estoy seguro de que es imposible... Adiós, Dennis.”
“I’m, really, truly sorry Dennis. I had no idea you were real, I mean… REALLY real. Not just make believe. I just wanted a husband, someone who wouldn’t leave me no matter what, even though my butt is probably too small for them… And I thought the only way I could do that was with one of those erotic toys… And then I started imagining you were just the ‘playing hard to get’ type of guys, and it just made me love you so much to think you were ‘accidentally’ rewarding my advances on you. That you just couldn’t admit how much you loved me and my little booty, no matter how gross it can be sometimes… I know… I know I was being crazy to ever think even a toy could stay with me and love me like that, even in a fake way… Even one of those toys would be broken after doing what I did! That’s why I realized you must be an actual human… Dennis, I’m so, so sorry. I know you probably hate me now, so… I’m going to go into the bathroom and calm myself down. If you… if you decide to leave, I’ll understand. But if you can forgive me and give me another chance— oh, never mind. I’m sure that’s impossible… Goodbye, Dennis.”
Isabella sighed dejectedly, barely keeping from going into another crying fit, as you tried to take her whole explanation in. You tried to wrap your head around it all, but before you could form a response, Isabella had already gotten up and made her way back to the bathroom, the huge ass that caused you so much trouble still jiggling completely uncovered until she shut the door. And suddenly you realized… you could finally get away! She had literally just set you free!
Happily, you made to make your escape, sure without having to think about it too hard that it was definitely better to go then to stay… only to realize that Isabella… had left you on top of a desk. How the hell were you supposed to even get down? You took a few minutes to look for any cords or anything to climb down with, heck, you would have even taken a discarded article of clothing at this point, but you had no such luck. In fact, the only thing close to your desk was the battered chair Isabella had been sitting on. Realizing you might be able to jump down to the seat area, you looked over the edge of the desk… and witnessed a horrible sight.
Apparently in her rush to get you out of the toilet and cleaned, followed by her near breakdown, Isabella had… completely neglected to clean her own ass. The chair seat below you was… completely smeared with Isabella’s crap. You very quickly realized that if you wanted out of here, you would have to jump down… and there was no way you were going to be able to avoid being covered in Isabella’s refuse once again.
So… you were left with a choice. How much did you want to get away from Isabella? Was it worth being covered in her shit all over again? Or… did you trust that she really felt as remorseful as she sounded? Maybe now that she knew you were really human, there was no reason to try to get away anymore?
Decisions, decisions…
1. You decide you can’t risk jumping to the seat, so you wait and hope that Isabella really has changed. Unfortunately, when she returns, she takes you still being there as you forgiving her and is too relieved/happy to listen to you much… at least she knows you’re human now?
2. Same as option 1, you can’t risk jumping. But it turns out Isabella really has changed and is much more attentive when she returns.
3. You decide any risk is worth getting away from Isabella and jump… but what Isabella’s ass has left all over the seat has turned to a sticky muck, and you end up being stuck face up spread eagle when Isabella comes back. She’s appalled to see what her ass did to her seat, but intrigued to find you ‘enjoying yourself’, even after what she put you through/her having let you leave if you wanted. Not willing to see it any other way, Isabella decides that this is your declaration that you’re willing to stay… not only that, but she’s convinced this is you telling her you’ll actually BE the husband she was imagining, and any of your protests are once again taken as being hard to get… except now you’re her REAL husband!
4. Like option 3, you decide that any risk is worth getting away. You jump, and even though you once again get covered in Isabella’s poo, you’re able to not only get down, but escape the house! You’re home free! Of course… good luck getting noticed/help from anyone else… let alone explaining why you’re covered in some woman’s shit…
“Lo siento mucho, de verdad, Dennis. No tenía idea de que fueras real, quiero decir... REALMENTE real. No solo hacer creer. Solo quería un marido, alguien que no me dejara sin importar qué, aunque mi trasero probablemente sea demasiado pequeño para ellos... Y pensé que la única manera de hacerlo era con uno de esos juguetes eróticos... Y luego comencé. imaginándome que solo eras el tipo de chico que 'se hacía el difícil', y me hizo amarte tanto pensar que estabas 'accidentalmente' recompensando mis avances sobre ti. Que simplemente no podías admitir cuánto me amabas a mí y a mi pequeño trasero, sin importar lo asqueroso que pueda ser a veces... Lo sé... Sé que estaba loco al pensar que incluso un juguete podría quedarse conmigo y amarme así. , incluso de una manera falsa… ¡Incluso uno de esos juguetes se rompería después de hacer lo que hice! Es por eso que me di cuenta de que debes ser un humano real... Dennis, lo siento mucho. Sé que probablemente me odias ahora, así que... Voy a ir al baño y calmarme. Si tú… si decides irte, lo entenderé. Pero si puedes perdonarme y darme otra oportunidad, oh, no importa. Estoy seguro de que es imposible... Adiós, Dennis.”
“I’m, really, truly sorry Dennis. I had no idea you were real, I mean… REALLY real. Not just make believe. I just wanted a husband, someone who wouldn’t leave me no matter what, even though my butt is probably too small for them… And I thought the only way I could do that was with one of those erotic toys… And then I started imagining you were just the ‘playing hard to get’ type of guys, and it just made me love you so much to think you were ‘accidentally’ rewarding my advances on you. That you just couldn’t admit how much you loved me and my little booty, no matter how gross it can be sometimes… I know… I know I was being crazy to ever think even a toy could stay with me and love me like that, even in a fake way… Even one of those toys would be broken after doing what I did! That’s why I realized you must be an actual human… Dennis, I’m so, so sorry. I know you probably hate me now, so… I’m going to go into the bathroom and calm myself down. If you… if you decide to leave, I’ll understand. But if you can forgive me and give me another chance— oh, never mind. I’m sure that’s impossible… Goodbye, Dennis.”
Isabella sighed dejectedly, barely keeping from going into another crying fit, as you tried to take her whole explanation in. You tried to wrap your head around it all, but before you could form a response, Isabella had already gotten up and made her way back to the bathroom, the huge ass that caused you so much trouble still jiggling completely uncovered until she shut the door. And suddenly you realized… you could finally get away! She had literally just set you free!
Happily, you made to make your escape, sure without having to think about it too hard that it was definitely better to go then to stay… only to realize that Isabella… had left you on top of a desk. How the hell were you supposed to even get down? You took a few minutes to look for any cords or anything to climb down with, heck, you would have even taken a discarded article of clothing at this point, but you had no such luck. In fact, the only thing close to your desk was the battered chair Isabella had been sitting on. Realizing you might be able to jump down to the seat area, you looked over the edge of the desk… and witnessed a horrible sight.
Apparently in her rush to get you out of the toilet and cleaned, followed by her near breakdown, Isabella had… completely neglected to clean her own ass. The chair seat below you was… completely smeared with Isabella’s crap. You very quickly realized that if you wanted out of here, you would have to jump down… and there was no way you were going to be able to avoid being covered in Isabella’s refuse once again.
So… you were left with a choice. How much did you want to get away from Isabella? Was it worth being covered in her shit all over again? Or… did you trust that she really felt as remorseful as she sounded? Maybe now that she knew you were really human, there was no reason to try to get away anymore?
Decisions, decisions…
1. You decide you can’t risk jumping to the seat, so you wait and hope that Isabella really has changed. Unfortunately, when she returns, she takes you still being there as you forgiving her and is too relieved/happy to listen to you much… at least she knows you’re human now?
2. Same as option 1, you can’t risk jumping. But it turns out Isabella really has changed and is much more attentive when she returns.
3. You decide any risk is worth getting away from Isabella and jump… but what Isabella’s ass has left all over the seat has turned to a sticky muck, and you end up being stuck face up spread eagle when Isabella comes back. She’s appalled to see what her ass did to her seat, but intrigued to find you ‘enjoying yourself’, even after what she put you through/her having let you leave if you wanted. Not willing to see it any other way, Isabella decides that this is your declaration that you’re willing to stay… not only that, but she’s convinced this is you telling her you’ll actually BE the husband she was imagining, and any of your protests are once again taken as being hard to get… except now you’re her REAL husband!
4. Like option 3, you decide that any risk is worth getting away. You jump, and even though you once again get covered in Isabella’s poo, you’re able to not only get down, but escape the house! You’re home free! Of course… good luck getting noticed/help from anyone else… let alone explaining why you’re covered in some woman’s shit…
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May 29, 2023
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