Francine had thought he wanted her for a girlfriend, but he already had a girlfriend he liked better – her place was just to be a pool ornament. After she moved out of her house to live with him, she discovered she would in fact be sleeping in a dog house in the backyard, her clothes had been given to goodwill, and her only purpose was to frolic naked by the pool, flirt with his guests, and allow them to use her as they saw fit.
She stayed, though. She wasn’t sure why, particularly when he and his girlfriend opened the bedroom windows just so they could laugh at her while they fucked in the large bed that she wasn’t allowed to sleep in.
She supposed she knew at some level that this *was* her place, that this was what her entire life had been leading towards, that it was what she had been asking for when she fucked her way through college, when she got her fake tits whose only purpose was to make her look like a fucktoy, and when she had moved in with this man who made no effort to learn her name and instead just called her “bitch”…
Each morning his real girlfriend would bring Francine breakfast in a metal dog bowl, and sometimes would allow Francine to lick his sperm out of her pussy while she laughed. And when Francine didn’t feel humiliated by these things but, rather, oddly content, she knew that she had found where she belonged.
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