Charisma & Tiffany Part 4

Tiffany’s personality had also been a turn-on for Charisma: whereas Charisma was jaded, Tiffany enjoyed new experiences; whereas Charisma was cynical, Tiffany was sweet and trusting. Charisma was urbane, but Tiffany was naïve. Although Charisma was cruel, Tiffany was kind. If Charisma tended to be dominant and aggressive, Tiffany was submissive and docile. Charisma was a taker, but Tiffany was a giver. It had been tremendous fun tormenting Tiffany emotionally, sexually, and physically these past months, but, finally, the bloom was off the rose, and it simply wasn’t much fun, anymore, to use and abuse the lovely shemale.

Tiffany, for her part, had long ago begun to hate the cruel, oppressive Charisma. Their relationship had started out as one of equals--or so the naïve Tiffany had supposed--but it had soon become one of mistress and slave, and the affection and tenderness that Charisma had initially displayed toward Tiffany had been replaced with aggression and the administering of pain. When Charisma had fist-fucked her, working half her forearm into Tiffany’s rectum, the shemale had understood what she’d suspected for several weeks--Charisma did not love her; the abusive bitch had just been using her to satisfy her own sadistic and depraved impulses. When Charisma had sought to shove that aluminum baseball bat up her ass a week ago, Tiffany had decided she wanted nothing more to do with the crazy bitch. Since then, she’d avoided Charisma--although doing so had not been, by any means, easy to do.

For some reason, despite the mistreatment to which Charisma subjected her, making her go without clothes in front of the household servants, spanking her for little or no reason, making her drink her piss, and otherwise routinely humiliating and abusing her, Tiffany still could not stop thinking of her cruel, hated mistress. Whenever they were apart, Tiffany thought of nothing but Charisma, and her thoughts, though tinged with hatred, were still tender.