How Could I Hate Him?

What was the worst that could happen? That's what Imogen asked herself when she knocked on the door. She was here to pick up some of her stuff and then leave. That was it. Well, she was here to make him go fetch her stuff while she stood on the doorstep and laid into him. That was the plan. When she'd broken up with him, she'd deliberately left her shit at his house so that she would have an opportunity to come pick it up for exactly this purpose. A chance to come back after she had spent some time getting him out of her head to tell him what she really thought of him. Nothing could go wrong, she just had to make sure she didn't cross the threshold into his house again.

Their relationship was never going to last. It was doomed from the start because of Josh and his weird mind control power. No relationship could be healthy with something like that being thrown in the mix, which means it wasn't Imogen's fault in the slightest that they broke up. It was Josh's fault and she was going to tell him that. She was going to tell him every last reason why she hated his guts and if she never saw his stupid face again then it would be far too soon. Just one last conversation and then she could enjoy this new found freedom that she had been experiencing for the last week now that she no longer had him playing with her mind. Once she put him behind her, that freedom would transform from a burden into a beautiful opportunity for her to explore.

When Imogen knocked on Josh's door she could feel her heart pounding in her chest but did her best to ignore it. She wasn't the one who should be nervous, it should be him. He should be scared to open the door to her with how much she hated him. Instead though he opened the door completely calm and collected. He simply just gave her a smile that bordered on looking cocky before talking to her.

"Hi there Imogen. It's a nice surprise to see you again, I thought we were done?"

Josh was being perfectly pleasant and yet Imogen could feel herself getting irrationally angry. Who was he to act so nonchalant after everything they'd done together? She caught a glimpse past him into the house and the sight made a flood of memories come back to her. A time when he couldn't wait a moment after the front door closed to take what he wanted and he took over her mind and controlled her until they both came so much that they passed out from exhaustion pushed its way to the front of her mind. The memory made her shudder before she managed to reply.

"I'm here to pick up my stuff, that's all. I'm sure you've noticed it lying about your place the last two weeks and can't wait to get rid of it." Imogen put her hand on her hip and looked at him expectantly like that was the end of discussion. Clearly that should be enough to make him scurry back into his house and go fetch her stuff. Josh, however, stood still on the porch and had a slightly confused look on his face.

"Uuuumm. I think so. There's a couple of things which are definitely not mine but I haven't done a proper look or anything. Do you want to give me a list and I'll go round and look for them? You're more than welcome to sit and wait while I gather it all up."

Why didn't Josh already know what stuff was hers? Why hadn't he gone round and collected it ready to get rid of it the first moment he could. Imogen had assumed that he would want to exorcise every trace of her from his life as quickly as possible. "Sure, I've got a list here. I'll send it across to you and you can go fetch it all. Could you at least hurry up about it though, I do have places to be." The words still bounced off Josh and his only reaction was to shrug his shoulders and check his phone to see what was on the list before he turned from the door and went into the house.

"Yeah, I'll try my best." The voice echoed through the house as Josh was already gone from view. Imogen wanted to reply with something cutting but once again she was distracted by a memory now that she had a full view into his front sitting room. She remembered being on her knees and saying things she would never say of her own free will while begging for his cock. 'I'll do anything Josh if you let me suck your cock. I don't care that the blinds are open. It doesn't matter who sees that I'm your little fuckpet, I just need your cock in my mouth.'

Once again Imogen shuddered at the memory. At least that's what she told herself. She was shuddering in disgust and not in any way shivering with lust. It didn't matter what she was feeling between her legs, this was disgust and not arousal she was feeling.

"What was that you were saying Imogen. I didn't quite catch it."

Imogen cursed inwardly. She must have gotten so lost in the memory that she'd accidentally said it out loud. She had told herself that she would never say anything like that again and yet she had. Not only that, she was outside his house, outside his influence and couldn't blame him.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it. Just keep looking for my stuff."

That was far too close. Imogen needed to be more careful with what she said and she needed to hurry up and start berating him if she was going to get through everything that she wanted to say.

"You know Josh. You act like this chill, harmless guy but you're a complete an utter asshole you know?" This time Imogen made sure to raise her voice so that he could hear her and the reaction was immediate. She heard the footsteps coming through the house towards her and knew that he had heard her. Finally she had managed to say something that got through to him because his nonchalant demeanour had been replaced by an exasperated one.

"Look, I get it. We broke up and it wasn't exactly amicable. But also, we've broken up. I don't have to listen to this. So you can either sit out here and let me collect all your stuff in peace or you can shout at me through a closed door until your voice goes hoarse. The choice is yours." Why did Josh get to be the mature one? In what world does the guy with mind control powers that he used during sex get to be the one in the right after the breakup. It just wasn't fair. After everything they'd done together, everything he'd done to her, everything she'd done for him, surely she deserved this one rant.

Completely unbidden a shiver ran up Imogen's body. This time she couldn't deny what it was, it started between her legs and ended by planting an idea in her brain. An idea that showed that her pussy was taking over and doing the thinking. "There is a third option Josh. I could come inside and speak my mind to you while you collect my stuff." There was far more flirtation in her voice than Imogen was comfortable with and she took a step forward towards the doorway as she said it.

Josh was having none of it and put his hand out to stop Imogen, preventing her from getting close to entering his house. "You told me that you never wanted to step foot in my house again. I know you're not dumb and you know what coming inside would mean. You broke up with me because you wanted to get away from having your mind controlled. Your exact words were, 'I never want to have my mind violated with your grubby fingers invading it ever again'."

Josh took a breath and stopped talking. He kept his hand out waiting for Imogen to step back and realise that she was being stupid. Instead Imogen took another step forward, pushing herself into Josh's hand in the process. "You know that the second you step through that doorway Imogen that your mind falls under my control. Even if I was the picture of self restraint and didn't command you to do anything, you would still feel my presence in your head. There's nothing I can do about that."

Still Imogen didn't back off. She didn't say anything to him and instead just stared directly into his eyes, daring him to continue. "And let's face it, I've never exactly been a model of self control so it's best for both of us if you stay outside. If you really want to tell me how much you hate me then just send me a message later. Or if you're feeling fancy, write a letter. I'm sure that will be cathartic."

When Josh admitted he wasn't good at self control, Imogen could see the way his eyes flicked down and up to get a good look at her body. She hadn't gone all out today with how she had dressed but she did want Josh to see exactly what he was missing when he opened the door. She couldn't believe that she was about to go through with this but her brain wanted to get everything off her chest face to face and the part of her between her legs that was getting damper by the second clearly just wanted to step through that door. "I know. You're right, I'm not stupid and I know what will happen if I step through the door. But it just wouldn't be the same typing or writing out what I need to say to you. I need to say it to your face."

For a moment, they both stood in silence, eyes locked on each other. Josh was the first one to break eye contact as he looked down and up again at her body. This time it was a slower, less subtle look. Imogen knew that this time he had time to notice the fact she was wearing a particularly low cut dress today. One that showed off her cleavage and let him see that she was wearing a lacy bra underneath. She knew that he had time to notice that she was wearing heels and that although her dress came down far past her knees, the flash of white below could only mean that she was wearing the white stockings that he loved so much. That was all it took to break Josh's resolve and let out a defeated sigh.

"Well, if it's what you really want, I won't stop you from coming in. But. The usual rules apply. Before you come in, I need you to say out loud that you understand what coming inside means and that you consent to me being able to control your mind."

Imogen practically rolled her eyes. Some things never changed and Josh was still a stickler for his rules about entering his house. "Fine. I understand that by coming inside your house, you will have full control of my mind until I leave. I consent to you being able to read all of my thoughts and being able to control me while I am in the house. I do have one condition though Josh. No stopping me from speaking my mind or controlling my speech in any way until I've said what I want to say."

Josh nodded, appearing content with what Imogen had just said. "I can accept that condition. I will not interfere in any way with you getting whatever you need off your chest. And as usual. For no reason will I keep you inside the house for more than 24 hours. Before that point I will ensure that you go outside where your mind will be your own and that if you do wish to come back inside again, you must prove you understand what that means and consent to it." With that, Josh lowered his hand and stepped to the side to allow Imogen in.

Now that Josh wasn't stopping her from going inside, suddenly Imogen had a lot of trepidation. After all, he hadn't exactly been subtle with the way he had checked her out. But wasn't that exactly why she was doing it. This was a win-win scenario, they all got what they wanted; Josh, Imogen and her pussy. Before she had a chance to chicken out, she stepped inside and immediately felt the effect. It had been so long since she had last been inside Josh's house that feeling his presence in her mind was more jarring than usual. Still, he was good to his word for now and she couldn't feel him messing around with what she wanted to say. Instead he just closed the door and walked deeper into the house.

Imogen knew exactly where he was heading and reluctantly followed. She could have resisted and made him control her into following him but she knew there was no point. So instead, she dutifully followed him down the stairs keeping just a couple of steps behind until they were both in the basement together. It was the tidiest she had ever seen the room, though that wasn't exactly unexpected given it was likely the first time it hadn't been used in two weeks. Josh didn't say anything to her, instead just pulled up a chair, sat down, crossed his legs and looked at her expectantly.

If Imogen thought the glimpses upstairs triggered a lot of memories to come back then being down here was like an avalanche. This time there was no chance for her to focus on one particular memory, instead just an overwhelming wash of fragments from each and every time he made her do something to her body without even a word. If she had been alone, then she could likely have gotten lost in the memories for hours before she even realised it.

"Well then. You had some things that you wanted to say."

Imogen noted that he sounded so smug when he said it. Like whatever insults she was about to throw at him would be nothing more than an amusement.

"You're a fucking asshole Josh. You act all smug and virtuous because you never use your mind control powers on anyone without their consent but you're nothing but a perverted asshole."

Once Imogen started talking, she felt her body begin to move. Josh wasn't stopping her from talking but he clearly had some kind of plan to have fun with her while she did. She felt the way that her hips began to sway like there was music she couldn't hear.

"You spent months fucking me, degrading me, humiliating me and just living out every misogynistic fantasy under the sun by using my body like a puppet you could control."

Imogen didn't exactly like what her body was doing while she was berating Josh. It wasn't just her hips swaying any more, her hands were running up and down her body, feeling the curves through her dress. It felt like the beginning of an exotic dance of some kind.

"And don't get me started on the kinds of things you would make me say. I was genuinely tempted to wash my mouth out with soap after I broke up with you because it actually tasted dirty after what I had said."

It was exactly as Imogen feared, her hands were touching the shoulders of her dress and she could feel herself pushing them off and down her arms. Just before she let the top half of her dress fall, she spun around so that she was facing away from Josh. All he had to do now was control her to turn back around and he'd see her tits framed in the delicate lace of the pastel blue bra she had chosen today. Thankfully, all he made her do for the moment was look back over her shoulder with a coquettish smile and wag her finger at him as if to say, 'not yet'.

"You're a smug, arrogant prick. Despite all of this, you somehow managed to almost treat me as bad out of the bedroom than you did in it. Every time we went out for a date, you'd dress me up in whatever scandalously revealing outfit took your fancy that night and by the time we were outside and I had control of my mind once again, it wasn't like I could change clothes in the middle of the street."

Though her voice was her own, Imogen truly felt like her body was a puppet with the way it was moving in that moment. She was slowly backing up, her ass getting closer and closer to Josh's face while he just sat there watching her with amusement. When he was within touching distance, she bent over pulling her dress down with her until it was in a puddle on the floor. She was bent over in two with her ass in his face wearing nothing but a matching thong and bra, white stockings and heels.

"And the way you would talk down to me. Both in and out of the house. You acted like I genuinely believed the things you made me say and would treat me like the needy slut with no self respect that would make me."

Josh was going all out with this stripper act he wanted her to put on. Imogen could tell he didn't just want her to strip for him, he was making her put on a show. Twirling her scantily clad body just like he wanted and making her grind her ass against his crotch while she ranted at him. She should have known that he would do something like this the moment he beckoned her inside. Except it had been her idea to come inside, not his. He had explicitly warned against it. Playing fucking mind games with her even now.

Josh had clearly gotten bored of Imogen in lingerie because all of a sudden, her hands reached behind her to undo her bra. He still made her take it off just as sensually as he had the dress but Imogen could tell he wanted to speed things up a little.

"I fucking hate you. I have for nearly the entire time we dated. Even now seeing you sit there, watching me put on a show for you, reminds me just how much I've always hated you."

Now that the bra was off, Imogen flicked it away with an almost innocent, 'oops', gesture. This time there was no respite before her hands grabbed a hold of her thong and started pulling that off too.

"I hate myself because it was my body that did those things and my mouth that said them, but I hate you so, so much more for making me do it. For knowing you could get away with being so arrogant out in public because you knew that all you had to do was get me home and then I'd be yours again."

With that, the last piece of clothing that Imogen had that offered her any semblance or dignity or cover was gone. She was exposed to Josh. He could see her shaved cunt that he'd enjoyed so many times. He could see her tits, and how they sat so perfect on her skinny frame. He could see the effect that practically living in the gym for the last two weeks and exercising to the point of hurting herself had on her body and just how gloriously toned it was. She wanted to strangle him for making her bare herself like this. Only when she was exposed like this did he bother replying.

"You are perfectly valid for saying all of that Imogen. I agree that degrading and humiliating wouldn't come close to covering a lot of what I did to you during our time together. I am curious though, did I ever lie to you on the doorstep and tell you that I would change my ways in order to trick you to come inside?"

Imogen practically seethed at the question. Josh had clearly missed the point; she hated him because he had these fantasies, not because he had tricked her into taking part.

"No, you never lied." Imogen was forced to concede reluctantly.

"And did I ever use my powers to hold you here in the house against your will?"

"No, you always made sure I left and re consented at least every 24 hours."

Imogen felt herself walking away to the corner of the room. She realised this must be where he's tidied all the 'equipment' they once played with together. She picked up a lot of rope, some metal bars, a concerning number of pulleys and some ankle cuffs. She didn't know exactly what plans he had with all of this, but she knew it wasn't going to be anything small.

"So what exactly was it that I did wrong? For months, I thought I was giving you everything you wanted but needed me and my unique abilities to actually go through with only to have you break up with me in public, causing a massive scene and calling me every name you can think of under the sun."

Once Imogen was back with the equipment, she sat down on the floor in front of Josh and got to work. He wasn't just going to tie her up and fuck her, he was going to make her do all the work and tie herself up for him.

"You don't get it. Normal, nice, respectable men don't have the kind of fantasies you do. It's not that you treated me like this against my will, it's that you even thought that it was in any way OK to treat your girlfriend like this in the first place. You're a disgusting pervert for even wanting to find someone who shares your sexual fantasies."

Imogen was beginning to get some idea of what the rope and other equipment was for. Clearly he planned on suspending her somehow as she'd tied the pulleys together in one long line and threw one end through a hook on the ceiling before tying it down so it wouldn't fall back through. Once that was done, she started tying the long metal bar to her legs in such a way that she was forced, very uncomfortably, into the splits.

"That's what I thought. You're just some close minded prude who has judged me this entire time and pretending not to in order to get what you want. You're exactly what I hate. A fucking coward. At least I am honest and up front about what I am. You just spend months lying until you could no longer stand to be around someone you hated for so long."

The sudden change in tone shocked Imogen to her core. She'd never seen him angry before, not once during their relationship. The smug, nonchalant guy who had invited her in was gone and replaced by something completely different.

"So what was it that you wanted so badly Imogen that you were willing to lie to me and endure all of these atrocious indignities I put you through for so long."

It was right then that Imogen finished her bondage, or at least the parts she was capable of doing herself. She was sitting on the floor, her legs pointing directly out at ninety degrees each way and held rigidly in place with a long metal bar. That bar and her legs were then attached to the pulleys meaning he could pull her up off the ground whenever he wanted. She couldn't think of a lie, not one that Josh would believe and so she hung her head in shame realising she would have to tell him the truth.

"I came back because it felt too fucking good. I hated how you could make me feel so unbelievably good while fucking me in such a humiliating way that in any other situation I'd slap you into next year. It's why I always said yes when you invited me in, even today. You're such a fucking prick for making me admit it."

Josh just laughed. He sat there, looking at Imogen's naked body, tied up in front of him and laughed. He didn't say anything in reply, he didn't need to. Instead he stood up and stripped off his clothes, folding each of them neatly on the chair before sitting down next to Imogen and finishing off the bondage.

Slowly Josh tied her arms so tightly behind her back that her shoulders began to get sore. Then he took a hold of her deep ginger hair, dark enough that it could almost pass as brunette and tied it in a bun. Then with one last piece of rope, he tied her hair and arms to the bar, forcing her head to tilt backward painfully.

"So basically, you're just a prissy little bitch with a stick up her ass who thought she was too good to get fucked like a filthy little slut no matter how much she loved it and decided to make it my problem by breaking my heart out of nowhere over it."

Imogen didn't have any chance to respond before Josh pulled on the rope and lifted her high up into the air. She felt dizzy as she was flipped upside down by the motion leaving her entire body hanging down from her horizontal legs.

"Fortunately, I've still got twenty three and a half hours to help you decide which you prefer. Having a stick up your ass or being fucked like a cheap toy."

That was the last thing Josh said before he grabbed Imogen's ass and used it to slam his cock into her. She could feel the hate in everything she had just said to him reflect back on her in the savagery of the thrusts as he fucked her. As he roughly fucked her, Imogen could feel him in her mind, messing around in some way. Even with her suspended in the air and helpless, he couldn't help but fuck with her mind as well as her body.

"Don't worry Imogen. I'm not doing anything drastic, I just think that we need to be honest with each other. It will make this all the more cathartic. So, first question. Have you said everything that you came here to say?"

The all too familiar feeling of having no control over her mouth came to Imogen as she replied. "Yes, I've said everything I wanted to before I came in." She somehow managed to say the words in a monotone, flat voice in between the grunts and moans that she let out as a consequence of getting fucked like a ragdoll.

"Well that's good to hear. I'm glad I was able to let you say your truth. You put on a rather lovely show while you did it too which I appreciated." The unnecessary degradation cut deep for Imogen and she practically snarled in response. "Why did you really agree to come in, Imogen?"

Once again Imogen was compelled to answer and not with the lie that she told herself. "If this was really going to be the end for us, I wanted to get controlled and fucked one last time. Remembering what we did together here made me miss it too much." The moment the compulsion ended though, Imogen took back control of her voice to remind him how she really felt. "You fucking prick. Just have your fun with me and we can be done."

Imogen had always loved the way that Josh would tie her up and given just how helplessly she was tied up at the moment and how hard he was fucking her, she knew it wouldn't be long until she was cumming. He'd made her cum so many times before and knew exactly how to play her body.

"See, you are a needy slut. I didn't ask you to come inside, in fact I told you it probably wasn't a good idea but you were so desperate to get fucked that you did it anyway." Josh punctuated the sentence by smacking Imogen's ass hard enough that she knew it would have a red mark there for the next week. "And if you hated me the entire time, why did you keep coming back? Why did you, without fail, consent to having me control your mind and using that control to play with you for my pleasure?"

Imogen was so close now. It wouldn't be long until she came on his cock. She just had to get her answer out quickly enough so Josh didn't get the satisfaction of making her cum while she said it. Just because she couldn't lie, didn't mean she couldn't control how fast she spoke. "Because I loved it. It was the only reason I stayed with you. Getting abused and humiliated like that felt better than anything I had done before in my life and I was addicted to getting fucked like that. Being treated like a cumrag made me cum harder than I eveeeeeeeeeeee...." Her words cut off as the orgasm overtook her body. She screamed at the intensity of it making her unable to speak for just a moment but still managed to regain enough control to talk through the orgasm. "ever had in my life and I was scared that I would never have the courage to let another man do that to me if he wasn't able to control my mind the way you can." Those final words were forced out between pants and gasps as Imogen tried to catch her breath after the orgasm.

Imogen practically whimpered when she felt Josh pull his cock out of her cunt, leaving her empty. She heard the footsteps walking away but still had enough pride not to ask where he was going or beg for him to come back. It didn't take long for her to find out though. He came back and started talking to her, while messing around with some more stuff he'd picked up from the back of the room. "Aren't you glad you got that off your chest? Doesn't it feel good to admit that the mind control wasn't why you left, it was why you stayed for so long?" As he said it, Josh attached her hair to another rope and pulled it through a hook in the ceiling. Imogen was violently pulled up so that she was horizontal with the weight of her entire upper body being held up by her hair. Worst of all, she was forced to look directly at him.

This time, Imogen stayed defiant and refused to say anything in response. Josh stood there expectantly, clearly waiting for some kind of reaction. Not getting one he instead continued to work on modifying her torturous position. He had picked up an anal hook and slid it into her asshole before tying it to the ropes on her arm to ensure it was buried deep and wouldn't slip out. When she still refused to say anything as a response, he turned to leave. "Don't worry, I'll give you a few hours to sit with that thought before coming back."

With that Imogen was left all alone. She had nothing to distract her from her own thoughts apart from the way she was tied up made her muscles sore. And since her own thoughts were the last things she wanted to focus on she did her absolute best to use that pain to distract herself. It started by focusing on something small, the way her shoulders ached with her far Josh had pulled them back when he tied her arms behind her back. That then led her to focus on the way each loop of rope around her arms dug into her skin and how that abrasive fabric felt all the way from her forearms to her wrists.

When Imogen's focus got to her wrists, she couldn't help herself in where it went next. She knew that the metal hook that Josh had forced up her asshole was attached to the rope and the moment she even came close to thinking about it, she couldn't help but let her mind flood with the sensations of fullness. It was big enough that it felt like it was splitting her open from the inside and while there was some pain that came with that, there were far more pleasurable feelings that drowned it out. The problem was if she spent too long enjoying the feeling she was forced to confront what it meant that she loved it and that the final truth she had been forced to admit was the exact reason why she loved having her ass stretched open like this.

So whenever Imogen feared that she would be forced to confront that reality she move on and focused on the pain that kept her in the air. She was held up by four ropes attached to her legs that were forced into the splits and one rope attached to her head. The way her legs hurt was a multitude of different dull aches. The weight being supported on them like this, the uncomfortable way they were being spread, once again the coarse rope digging into her skin. It all combined to create a unique combination of pain that she'd never felt before. Her hair was something different though. That was one singular, sharp and intense sensation. The weight that she was forced to support through her hair was like having a particularly rough lover pull it during sex, only so many more times more intense than she'd ever felt. If she was willing to put the monumental effort in, then she could earn a brief respite to that particular pain by working her abs to support her upper body. But even with her recent gym schedule there was only so much she could do for a limited amount of time so it wasn't long before she gave up.

Even with all of this focus on her pain and soreness, Imogen could only distract herself for so long. It didn't help that no matter what pain she tried to think about, all roads led to the effect the sensation was having on her pussy. She couldn't deny that hurting like this and being so completely helpless suspended above the ground was making her unbelievably horny and desperate for Josh to come back and fuck her. And that meant she had to confront what she said.

Imogen did love how it felt when Josh abused her. He'd opened her eyes to a whole dimension of things that she enjoyed during sex that she had no idea before she'd met her. The problem was that she hated that she liked these things. Before she met Josh, she hated the idea of any woman submitting to a man in the bedroom. It didn't matter if they both liked it or not, it disgusted her to think that a woman would submit for a man's sexual gratification. Then out of sheer curiosity she took Josh up on his offer to come inside on the understanding that he'd be able to control her mind. He was such a polite and normal man during their date so she thought that the extent of what he would make her do would be some silly dances or something along those lines. She couldn't have been more wrong.

Before Imogen left that morning, she'd called herself demeaning names that she would be shocked to hear on a gaming voice chat, been forced to twist herself into all sorts of positions to make it easier for Josh to fuck all three of her holes and cum harder than she thought was even possible. Not even her vibrator could make her feel this way. He'd made her spend most of the time crawling on all fours instead of walking and instead of running for the hills the moment she left his house in the morning, she'd asked him when she could come back again.

Every time Imogen was taken further in her forced submission and degradation, she vowed that it was last time she would step under Josh's control and that when she left in the morning she would never return and yet the moment she stepped outside all she could think about is how long it would be until she could go back and be under his spell. Each time she came up with an excuse to justify why she was going back. Anything other than admit that it was because she was addicted to submitting in the exact way that disgusted her before meeting Josh.

Before Imogen met Josh, she was perfectly happy with her world view. Not just that, her life was practically mapped out in front of her and she liked what she saw. And then he opened her eyes and turned all of that on her head and she couldn't unlearn everything she now knew about herself. That's why she hated him. It didn't matter how good he made her feel every time and by God did he make her feel absolutely spectacular. Each time he brought her down to this basement he had something new that he wanted to do to her and every single one felt better than the la-.

"Well, well, well..." Imogen hadn't even heard Josh come down the stairs; she had been so lost in her thoughts. "Biting your lip and looking at me with sad puppy dog eyes. You only look at me like that when you want me to make you cum." She must have gotten so carried away reliving the memories of how he fucked her that it had brought her to the edge of cumming. "So tell me what you've been thinking about while I've been gone that's got you all so worked up."

Once again Imogen felt the tendrils of Josh's power in her mind and knew that she wouldn't be able to lie. She was so on edge that even just feeling him use his power nearly set her off. "I spent such a long time thinking about how painful it is to be tied up like this. Then I thought about how good it felt to hurt like this and how wet it was making me. After that I just couldn't help but remember all the other times you made me feel good by taking away my control and showing me new ways that I can submit." Being forced to say it all out loud just reignited her hatred for him once more. Despite that, all she wanted right now was for him to fuck her again so she could cum. "You've got me at your mercy, aren't you going to get on with it and fuck me."

Josh responded with a cruel laugh to that last comment. "Always in such a hurry. What makes you think I'm even here to fuck you? I'm perfectly happy to just stand here and enjoy the show." He started circling Imogen, pulling at the ropes holding her up as he went. She felt her hair pull even tighter and the hook push deeper into her ass from his work. It was torture, not because of how much it hurt, but because it brought her so close to cumming without sending her over the edge each time.

"Tell you what, I'll do you a deal. Even better. I'll give you a choice. If you really do want me to fuck you, then all you have to do is beg. But there's a catch; if you do, once we're done I will mind control you to leave without your clothes or any of the stuff you supposedly came to collect. Your alternative is to beg me to let you go right now. If you do that, I will do as you ask and let you leave with all your clothes and anything else you want to take. The choice is yours."

When Josh offered to fuck her if she begged, Imogen nearly interrupted him right then to start begging but thankfully managed to wait until he explained the full conditions. She'd have to go home naked and admit that all she achieved by coming here was getting fucked one last time. There were so many concerns with the idea of going home naked. She'd come here by bus and would either have to take the same one back home or walk for forty five minutes. It would be humiliating at best and she could get in serious trouble at worst. The problem was all of those concerns were silenced by her aching, desperate, wet cunt that was desperate to be fucked.

"Please fuck me. Just fucking use my cunt and show me what I really came back for. You know I'm not going to beg for anything else no matter the consequence so just fuck me and take out every last bit of frustration you've built up."

For all his sadistic tenancies, Josh didn't make her wait. Imogen had barely finished her plea before she felt the tip of Josh's cock pressing against her entrance. She was soaked so he just slid in without any resistance and all of a sudden Imogen was so completely full. It felt so right to have his cock filling her up that she nearly came then and there. Thankfully she had the resolve to keep that tiny shred of dignity and instead just let out a throaty moan that let Josh know just how good it felt.

Just like Imogen had begged, Josh didn't hold back and she could feel the vitriol in the savage thrusts into her cunt. Every single one made her body ache and the dull pain she'd been feeling for the last few hours turned into a burn. Josh didn't need to waste any of his hands but it felt like he was pulling her hair, choking her and splitting her legs open all at once. He used that freedom to let rip all his hatred into her ass, spanking it over and over again like he wanted to leave his fingerprints marked there permanently.

Imogen absolutely loved the way it felt being treated like this, though she hadn't cum the moment he slammed his cock inside, it only took him spanking her once to set her off and from that point it felt like she was riding out one continuous orgasm. She was in a blissful heaven where the only thing that mattered was being used by her ex boyfriend so he could keep making her cum.

And yet Imogen hated Josh. It made her sick that he treated her like some toy to use and control so he could live out his perverted fantasies. She hated that he had shown her just how much she liked losing control and being treated like a fuckdoll. It disgusted her that she'd never cum harder than when he inflicted pain on her but there was nothing she could do to change that fact. He had opened her eyes to the things her body liked and there was nothing she could do to undo that fact. The only thing she could do was hate Josh and blame him for everything to ensure that she didn't end up hating herself for being such a pathetic cockslut. After all, she was the one who had begged to fucked like this and sent home naked.

"That's it fuckdoll. You know that you're only good for getting your holes filled so take it like a whore. Beg me to cum inside your cunt so you can fulfil your purpose and everyone can see what you are as I drip out your cunt whole your walk home."

Imogen wanted to refuse. She'd begged to be fucked. She'd begged him to abuse her and send her home naked but she would keep this little bit of dignity. She'd allow herself to be a passive enjoyed of the fucking that she was receiving. Her defiance lasted five seconds before she felt the familiar invasion in her mind and she realised she wouldn't be allowed to keep even this little shred of dignity.

"Please Daaaaaa- Daddy." Even with Josh controlling her speech, Imogen was finding it hard to get the words in between her moans as she came over and over again. "Fill my cuuuuuuuu-aaaaaahh cunt up with yoooooooo-yooour cum. Fuck, don't stop. I know I oooooooooonlyyyyyy have one purposeeeee-aaaaaahgggg in my liiiiii-aaah, aaaaaaaaaaahh, life and that's to maaaaaaaaa-ke you cum.

Imogen wanted to strangle Josh right now. Just like she always did when he made her say stuff like this. But she couldn't. All she could do is be his little puppet and say whatever he wanted.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaase. At least leeeeeeeet me show everyone thaaaa, thaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, that I'm good at my purpose." It was so utterly degrading and yet Imogen couldn't deny that everything felt even better when she was saying this disgusting stuff Josh put in her mouth. "I want everyooooooone to know that I'm not just a fuckdoooooollllll but that I'm a gooooooo-aaaaah good fuckdoooooollllll. Please show everyone that I can fuck my Daddy like a whoooooooooore and make him cuuuuuuuum. It's aaaaaaa-aaaaaah, all I'm good for so at least let meeeeeee-aaaaah show everyone I'm good at it."

Josh didn't bother to respond. He never did when Imogen was forced to degrade herself like this. All she could do was focus on the physical sensations in her body. As much as she tried to ignore it, Imogen couldn't deny the fact that now that he'd made her spew that vile, misogynistic filth she was now trying to match his feral thrusting and buck her hips back to get his cock deeper. She doubted he could even tell because of her tightly he had restricted her movements by tying her up in the air like this but she was forced to be aware of it and it was just one more thing to add to her list of why she hated Josh.

Imogen had been fucked by Josh enough times that she recognised the change in his rhythm and that it meant he was close to cumming before he warned her.

"That's my little slut. Go on then, take Daddy's cum and then get out of my life. If you're lucky, maybe someone else will see what you need and fuck you like the whore you are."

The thought of someone else finding out what a submissive slut she was both terrified and thrilled Imogen. On the one hand she was minutes away from being free from Josh's spell but she knew that without someone else to treat her like this she would never be satisfied again.

Imogen felt Josh's cum start to fill her cunt and suddenly that was all she could think of. There were no other thoughts in her head; no hatred, no worry about the future, no relief that it was over. Just a sense of bliss and fulfilment from having her ex pump load after load of his cum into her pussy as she was suspended helplessly. She let herself live in that moment for as long as she could, even after the last aftershock of her orgasm ended and Josh started to untie her. It was only when her foot finally touched the floor that she was forced to come back to reality.

It was over. Josh had made it clear that Imogen wasn't welcome back here in any capacity whether it was to beg to resume their long term relationship or as a cheap fuck to use and throw out the front door. Her body was moving of its own volition helping Josh untie her and she could feel his presence in her head making her do it.

Before Imogen knew it, she was climbing the stairs of his basement naked with her phone in hand and mere seconds from the front door. She could beg, she really should. Either for Josh to have mercy and let her take at least some clothes or if she was willing to be honest with herself beg him to take her back permanently and give her the life she craved however much she hated the thought.

But Imogen didn't. She just walked in silence as Josh controlled her to the front door and accepted her fate.

"I'll let you keep your phone. I know that it's a long walk home and you might prefer to pay for a taxi or a bus. Plus I've got a lovely video from today that you'll want to see and it's just easier to send it to your current phone instead of buying you a new one and sending it to that."

The words bounced off Imogen. She was sure that she'd enjoy watching the video that Josh sent her if it contained everything he did to her today. Right now she didn't care. She was only three steps from the front door and never seeing Josh again. For better or worse that was all that mattered.

Josh stood back as he made Imogen open the door, step through and close it behind her and then in an instant, he was gone from her brain once again. Imogen was alone in her thoughts and ready to start the next chapter of her life.

As she descended the steps onto the public road, Imogen felt Josh's cum begin to drip down her leg. Though there was no one on the street, she could feel herself being watched by a multitude of eyes through the windows of the neighbouring houses.

Maybe Josh would be right and Imogen would find someone else to give her what she craved. If she was lucky, he wouldn't be put off by her parading down the street naked with another man's cum dripping down her leg.

If Imogen was really lucky, he wouldn't even let her get home.