Step Twelve
I meet the new month barely able to walk.
True to her word, Mistress Aiko has discovered an insanely insatiable zeal for butt-f*****g me now that it causes me agony rather than excitement. And while she still uses her own marginally slimmer prick for this when she intends to r**e my face afterwards, she predictably prefers to borrow Goddess Kimiko’s gargantuan monstrosity whenever possible. Between these supremely sadistic attacks and Goddess’ own almost constant need to keep me screaming and weeping as I’m brutally anally bludgeoned, I spend more hours of the day being r***d than not. Consequently my housework suffers, my sleep is endlessly interrupted, and my rectum becomes so extravagantly traumatized that I find myself moving about so gingerly that behaving in a properly
