My Evil Ex - The Breakup

Hey guys, I've decided to tell you more about my evil ex,
in case you forgot, it's this blog I had posted before: http://xhamster.com/user/LittleMissFart/posts/335914.html

Now if you've read that, and wondered what happened for me to get out of that relationship, well I'm going to let you in on a little secret...
She actually broke up with me!

Britney had been flaunting her dominance over me for months and months on end.
Humiliating and degrading me in lots of ways. I was effectively her little slave,
and my natural submissiveness meant that I would not stick up for myself at all,
and let her get away with all her cruel acts she put me through.

Like one time, she made me scrub the entire bathroom clean with my own toothbrush.
She stood there watching as I was naked on all fours, clutching my cheap little plastic toothbrush, scrubbing the grimy muck out from the slim gaps of the cold tiles on the floor.

It took me ages to clean the whole floor, and then she got me started on the tiles on the wall.
Again, that took a couple hours to do. At this point, I was sweating loads and desperate for a little break. I was so hot and so thirsty, I just wanted a small drink of water is all.

"Can I please have a drop of water? Please?"
I pleaded with her, as I knelt down in front of her.

"Let me think about it."
She answered. She was naked too, a little bit sweaty herself,
despite her not lifting a finger to help with the cleaning.
It was a surprisingly hot sunny day in the middle of spring.

"Please."
I begged.

She got up and walked off, telling me to stay there.
She eventually returned a couple minutes later, with a small bottle of spring water.

I held my hand out for it.
She clutched it to her chest and said,
"Uh uh uh. Ladies first."
She then opened it and made me watch as she sat down onto the toilet,
and gulped down the water.

I watched, so thirsty. I licked my lips as I watched the water pass by her lips and into her mouth,
down her throat. Nourishing her thirst.

"Ahhhhh lovely."
She sighed happily after she had drunk all the water.
I softly groaned, desperate for a drink.

She then let out a large belch and giggled.
"Better to burp and taste it, than to fart and waste it!"
She chirped her silly rhyme.

"Can I at least drink from the tap, please?"
I desperately asked her.

"No. I'll give you something to drink though."
She answered, and within a short moment, I could hear tinkling coming from the toilet bowl.
She was weeing!

A loud echo of a fart then thundered from inside the bowl.
She casually chuckled as she did that.

She then got up after the tinkling of water stopped, and made me look into the bowl.
Golden liquid in it.

"Drink up then."
She ordered me.
I felt a little green at the thought of drinking her piss.
I just looked up at her, a fearful look on my face. I really didn't want to drink her wee.

"What's the matter? I thought you was thirsty!"
She cruelly giggled.

"I am."
I whimpered.

She then grabbed my hair, and pushed my head into the bowl.
My face was so close to being dunked into her pee.
I tried desperately to push back against her, but she was so much stronger than me.

"Mmmm smell good? Doesn't it just make your mouth water?"
She asked and teased me.
I was kicking my legs out, trying to move away from the strong smell of ammonia,
but she wouldn't let up.

"Go on. Aren't you to going to lap it all up like the dirty dog you are?"
She taunted, pushing my face an inch closer to the soiled water.
I closed my eyes.
I was whimpering, almost on the verge of crying.

"Is it too strong? Want me to add a little extra water to it?"
She asked me, still taunting me and laughing at my weakness to resist her.

She pulled my head away, but still gripped my hair tight.
She hocked her phlegm in her throat, exaggerating the loud noise of it,
and then gobbed a big load of her spit into the toilet bowl.

"Oh god..."
I softly cried.
She then pushed my face back into the bowl, really close to the big frothy glob of phlegm floating in the middle of the dark yellowy-orange smelly liquid.

"There, is that better? Go on, drink it down."
She laughed.

"Please..."
I cried out, trying with all my might to push my head away from the bowl
but she held me firmly in place.
My feet kept slipping on the cleaned tiles on the floor, and my hands felt so wet on the outside of the porcelain toilet bowl.

"Fine. I'll water it down some more."
She sighed, and then, to my horror, flushed the toilet.

As the choppy water spewed out and swirled around in the bowl,
she dunked my face right into it, soaking me entirely with the flush.

Finally, the flushing stopped, and she pulled my head out of the bowl,
and pushed me onto the ground.
My face was absolutely soaking wet, dripping water all down my body and onto the floor.

She was laughing the whole time.

"Clean all that up, bitch."
She ordered me, and walked out of the bathroom.
I was crying by this point, but did as I was told.
I cleaned the water off the floor again, before drying myself with a small towel.

Giving me swirlies was one of her most favourite things to subject me to.

She would often invite her friends round, and of course I had to serve them and wait on them hand and foot. Whatever they wanted, I had to do give/do for them.
They would often join in with humiliating and taunting me.

Sometimes, if they was having a drink, I would have to stay still on my hands and knees, with my back strait so they could rest little bowls of food and drinks on my back.
Using me as their own human table.

Other times, they would make me give them foot-rubs, even the girls who had nasty sweaty smelly feet. The strong cheesy smell would last for ages on my hands and fingers long after they had left, no matter how much soap I'd use on my hands.
Also, they made me paint their toenails for them, and give them pedicures.

One time, during a night of drinking, one of her friends got really aggressive with me.
I was actually really scared of her, because she was in her middle twenties, and bigger than me, both height and width wise. She said I was looking at her funny (I wasn't),
and she was going to beat me up.
I kept apologising loads to her and looking towards Britney hoping she would rescue me,
but she just kept laughing thinking it was just fun and games.

Her friend then slapped me, grabbed my hair, and pushed me down onto the floor.
She then sat on top of me. She had trapped one of my arms under her knees, and held my other arm down onto the floor with her hand, and with her free hand, she slapped me a few more times.

I tried to roll over to get her off me, but she was so strong and so heavier than me,
that I was stuck under her, on my back in that helpless position.

She then started laughing at how easily she "kicked my ass", and was then calling me all sorts of degrading and hurtful names. The whole time she was hurting me, Britney and her other mates were just happy to stand around us, watching me get slapped and degraded.
Even laughing and joking amongst themselves as they watched what was happening.

"I'm going to wipe that stupid look of your face!"
Her friend suddenly threatened, and spat in my face.
Her warm spit oozed over my eyes and the bridge of my nose,
and with my arms still trapped unable to defend myself,
she pushed the palm of her hand right into my face and rubbed her spit into my skin, hard.

"Dirty tramp." was her parting insult as she finally got off me. She kicked my side as I rolled onto my knees, and I wiped my wet sore face with my hands, and she walked into the kitchen to grab another drink. I noticed a small trickle of blood from my nose,
I didn't know whether this was from her slapping me, or when she pushed her hand into my face, either way I was shook up by it all. I got up and ran to my room,
where I hid for the rest of that night.

"Why didn't you help me?"
I asked Britney the next day.

"Brenda was just playing around."
She laughed off my concerns. Brenda being the woman who had done that to me.

There wasn't entirely bad times with Britney.
One of my most favourite memories is when she used to let me kneel before her as she sat on the sofa, watching TV. She'd let me tuck my face between her warm crotch, and sniff her bum.
Being such a gassy woman too, meant that she'd be blowing off a lot in my face as she watched TV.
I loved that experience very much, always turned me on loads.

Mind you, I was only allowed to do that after I had done all my appointed chores around the house.
She was very lazy, so I had to do EVERYTHING around the house!

The trouble with Britney, is that she never knew when to stop.
Like one time, she was bored and wanted to play truth or dare with me.
Of course, I agreed to it, and she went first.
She dared me to let her tie me up to the bed and be tickled by her for a whole minute.

I stupidly agreed to that challenge, and so I laid down onto the bed and she sat on top of me,
handcuffing my arms to the headrest above my head.

She then started tickling me. She knew my most ticklish part was my armpits,
so that's where she dug her fingernails in, and would not let up.
I was squealing and screaming with laughter.
Shrieking the house down with laughs.

A long drawn out minute passed by, but she kept tickling me.
She would just not let up at all.

I was laughing and screaming so much that I felt like I was going to suffocate.
I couldn't breathe at all, and tears were streaming down my face from laughing so much.
My face turned bright red from laughter, but she still would not let up.

I managed through my screams to beg her to let me go,
that a minute was up and it's my turn to dare her,
but she just laughed it off and continued to tickle me mercilessly.

I was screaming was laughter so hard, and begging her to stop, but she wouldn't.
It felt like the longest time ever, such a gruelling torture to be tickled like that.
Eventually she got bored of tickling me and stopped.

I almost passed out from lack of oxygen through laughing so much.
I laid there, panting hard to catch my breath.

"Let... let me go... please..."
I softly whimpered.

"No."
She grinned.

"But its - it's my go...Truth or dare?"
I sighed to ask her.

"I don't want to play that silly game any more. My show is about to start."
She casually stated, and got off me.

"Oh."
I replied, and realised she was going to keep my tied up for a while.

She then stood by the bedside table, and got out an old mobile of hers.

"Wet willy!"
She suddenly shouted c***dishly and stuck her fingertip in her mouth before then sticking it into my ear. I absolutely hate that feeling of a wet earhole, so I squirmed and moaned loudly.
She just laughed as she wiggled her chubby wet warm slimy fingertip in my earhole.

She continued giggling,
as she turned around and wiped her wet finger on a bit of tissue on the bedside table.

"Can you please untie me before you go?"
I asked, sounding a little desperate.

She just ignored me, and grabbed the tissue as well as holding her old mobile in her hands,
and was about to walk out.

She stopped and said,
"I'll be back in a while."
And then leant over forward a little, her butt aimed at me, and let rip a loud thunderous fart.

"Goodbye!"
She squealed girlishly and hurried off out the room, laughing and giggling down the hallway and down the stairs, leaving me with her fart.
She eventually returned a couple hours later to untie me.

It turned out, that she had been using her other mobile to chat to another girl.
Yeah, she had been cheating on me...

I should have known it really, she didn't really do much to hide it from me.
I wouldn't have minded so much if she had came out and told me, but the fact she kept it secret from me made it hurt all the more.

She only told me out of the blue one day.
She had gone out and didn't tell me where to.
When she came back the next day I asked where she's been,
and she just casually said,
"My girlfriend's house."

I thought she was joking to wind me up at first,
but she then told me all about her other girlfriend she had been cheating on me with.

I was rather upset, as you can imagine,
but I tried to hide my pain from her by doing the cleaning.
She disappeared up stairs.

A while later she came down, holding a suitcase.
She gave it to me, it was filled with my clothes and told me I had to move out because her girlfriend didn't want her being with me any more.

So yeah, she kicked me out that day, and broke up with me.
I was so upset at the time,
but I've realised now that it was the best thing to have happened to me.

She did me a big favour breaking up with me!

She had me wrapped around her little finger,
but I feel like I'm a stronger woman today because of it.

Please feel free to let me know about your experiences with exes (either good or bad) in the comments below or in messages!

Thanks for reading!