From: Me (MineNow@p*********.com)

To: (unhappywife789@g****.com)

Subject: Hello there.

I acknowledge that it’s a filthy and crude thing to say upfront, but I can’t stop thinking about your pussy; I really can’t get it out of my head. Ever since I was inside you, I’ve been obsessed with it to the point where I keep touching myself while thinking about how tight, wet, and deep it was. 

And when I came inside your pussy? The way you wrapped your legs around me and practically sucked it into you? It felt like your body was saying in no uncertain terms, it’s mine and I’m keeping it. 

You had said to me earlier that you hadn’t been getting nearly enough cum inside you and that you have needs that weren’t being met. And I've been thinking about your needs. Or rather, our needs. You have so many fantasies, it’s not hard to have a bit of a crush on you. You’re so kinky and sexy, I want to devour you. 

But of course, there’s a blocker: Him. The guy represented by that gaudy gold ring on your finger. And the more I think about him and how utterly boring and wasted he is in your life, the more annoyed I become. And that annoyance and irritation has led me to realize that I’m going to do something I’ve never done before:

I’m going to break up your marriage.

I suspect your reaction upon reading those words will be a combination of disbelief, humor, and a dash of anger. And that's OK. You're entitled to your feelings. Especially since in this particular case they are no longer relevant. You see, I have never broken up a marriage before, and I've done my very best to never be a factor in anyone else's relationship. In that way, I have been mostly successful.

But I've decided that I have had enough of brilliant and amazing and sexy women being in shitty vanilla monogamous relationships. So I've decided to end yours. And because my huge self inflated ego never sets the bar too low, I've decided to compound this task by telling you upfront that I'm going to do it.

I am going to make you break up your marriage. What more, I am going to make you WANT it to be over. I am going to make you NEED to end it. I am going to make you beg me for permission to have "the talk" with him. By the time all is done, you will be free of him not because I told you to do so, but because you wanted it. Because you needed it. 

You are a bird whose wings are clipped by his and your own hands. You are a caged animal, and I am your key.

Take your time thinking about this. You have 48 hours to email me or text me or even call me and say all the shitty things you want about me. But in two days, the end of your marriage begins.

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From: Me (MineNow@p*********.com)

To: (unhappywife789@g****.com)

Subject: Re: Hello there

Thank you for the terse and stiff email lol.

Yes, I understand that you don't ever want to see me again. And yes, I understand that you are incredibly offended by what I said. I’m poison and a narcissist (nope, but I’ll allow it) and blah blah blah. I get it, I really do.

But I am amused by the fact that it took you 36 hours to respond. Were you legitimately upset for that long, or were you torn because a part of you was aroused by what I wrote? Choices, choices.

Look, you can say all the nice things about him that you want. but we both know I'm not the first person you've been with since you put that gaudy circlet on your finger. I am not the first man to put his cock inside you, make you explode on it, and then fill you with his cum – and I won’t be the last.

The first time we spoke, I told you that I would only speak the truth to you. I said you deserve all the cock you want, and you nodded your head in agreement. Deep down, behind the face you present to the word, I know you are a wanton slut who deserves to be sucking and fucking cock as often as possible. You got so turned on when I pointed that out to you.

Don't you want a partner who supports your dreams, and helps you bring them to life? Don’t you want someone who sets you free and who accepts you for who you are?

Living a mediocre life won’t make you happy. So I am offering to give you a life that brings you joy and fulfillment. This is the best path for you and we both know it.

Stop fighting yourself. I’m the one that will let you out of your cage. And here’s how it starts.

Tomorrow, when you go to work, you are not allowed to wear any panties. You will struggle with this instruction, I know. But if you want to live the life of which you dream, this is the next step. Do this and you get more of my attention – which we both know you want. 

And send me picture proof.

Be the good girl and slut you are meant to be. Keep letting go of the idea that he is who you are supposed to be with. Focus on the path you actually want to walk, and start accepting that I’m going to be with you every step of the way pushing you forward.

Obey.

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From: Me (MineNow@p*********.com)

To: (unhappywife789@g****.com)

Subject: Re: Re: Hello there

It felt good to be back in your pussy last night. And the way you hate-fucked me back? Even better.

I would apologize for the marks I left on your tits and inner thighs but I'm neither sorry nor do I fucking care. You'll have to do some finagling on your end to make sure he doesn't see them, but I’m not losing any sleep over it, and I doubt you will either.

If he does see it though, I wonder if he’ll say anything. And if he does, how will you respond? My best guess is that if he does see it, he will buy any lie you feed him. I have not gotten the sense that he is strong or smart enough to accept the possibility that he has even been able to meet your most basic needs. After all, would you have my teeth marks on your breasts if he did?

I can’t lie, I did do that intentionally, because now you will have to choose whether or not to wear one of those low-cut tops I bought you. The ones I told you to wear to work and in public so everyone can see your incredible cleavage.

How do you hide the marks of another man? Will make-up do the trick? Or will you just wear a tight top so everyone can see those full cups bounce and wonder what lies beneath?

I looked forward to seeing what decision you make.

By the way, I am still jerking off to your pussy; It's like the sirens of ancient myth. That wet cunt calls to me in ways I cannot deny. It makes me want to bend you over again, and it makes me want to go deeper again. And it very much makes me want to explode inside you once more, so I can enjoy you holding every drop inside you for as long as you can.

Oh, and just as a heads-up: When I fuck you again, you are taking that stupid ring off. In a way, I think that’s part of the cage you’ve put yourself in. You need to keep pushing yourself so you can be your best self. That golden abomination holds you back, and I won't allow anything to hold you back anymore

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From: Me (MineNow@p*********.com)

To: (unhappywife789@g****.com)

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Hello there

After a week of wearing matching bra and underwear every day, you are well on the path to being a good girl for Me. I am so pleased by how well you have followed my instructions.

But even better was how you barely reacted when I ordered you to take off the ring. I know you knew it was coming and that you tortured yourself over it. But when I held your chin in my hands, I saw the truth in your eyes. You want a better life and you are starting to come to grips with the fact that I am the only one who can make that happen.

As a reward, I didn't make you beg too hard for me to come inside you this time. I told you as I fucked you that you are becoming more of a good girl and a slut for Me every day. And that it will never stop. And listening to you tell me how you didn't want to stop made Me so proud of you.

As I screamed your name, the tip of my cock opened up inside you like a volcano. You earned that, princess.

What a good girl you've become in such a short time. And now you have new instructions. You are to use the apps or go online or however – I don't care – and find a random man to whom you will give a blow job. I don't care how you find him, just make sure you're safe about it.

And make sure you swallow every drop. He only gets to come in your mouth – because I said so.

Oh and just for kicks, It's time for you to start turning down any sex requests you get from your partner. If you need to, tell him it'll turn you on if he comes on your tits.

His days of coming inside you are over, princess.

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From: Me (MineNow@p*********.com)

To: (unhappywife789@g****.com)

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Hello there

Three men in three weeks? My goodness, Nicole. What a whore you have started to become. My pride in you increases as you push yourself and grow. There is a lightness to you that is becoming more evident every day. You’re starting to glow, whore.

And then you surprised me! You showed up unexpectedly at my door after your third random encounter. You had his cock on your breath and rapidly told me how good it feels to finally be a cock whore. That you wanted more rando’s because it felt so good making other men give you what you wanted.

But even then, you needed more. So you came to me. You came to Daddy. You showed up pantiless, dropped your skirt, leaned over my bed, and begged Me to fuck you. You begged me to choke you, you begged me to hurt you, you begged and begged some more.

And then you begged for my sperm. You said it's all you’ve been thinking about. You can't get it out of your head. You confessed that you had stopped letting your husband fuck you, but you let him come on your tits the other night, while thinking about Me. You almost called him Daddy, you said. It made you feel guilty, but not because of how you were treating him; you felt guilty that you were disrespecting Me – that you had dared give him that authority over you. And then you apologized to me while tears ran down your face.

I took out my belt and pulled your hair back. I whipped your ass repeatedly. I appreciated your apology but we both know you won't be making that mistake again, Nicole. Because if you do, you know what the real punishment will be, don't you?

I will go fuck another whore and give her my come instead. Oh, the fire in your eyes when I said that. That was the moment I knew that you no longer wanted my come inside you. 

You need it. And said need will turn into obsession. The idea of me giving it to anyone else now drives you a little insane.

That look in your eye made my whole body throb, not with lust but with power. I can feel it running through my veins. Look how far you have come in such a short time. You've resisted, oh yes. And some of these changes have made you hate me in multiple ways. You tried to ignore me. You slapped my hand away. You called me every name in the book. You told me you would never take off that ring. You even called me a monster, which made me laugh, but you weren’t wrong. Besides, you likes monsters, Nicole.

But look at you now and what you have become. You come over to my place at least twice a week, sometimes during work while telling them you're at a doctor’s appointment. And all you do is beg me to use you the way you have always wanted. You’re addicted to sex and lust and power the way you always have been. But now, you get to be open about it. You’ve found someone who sees you for who you are.

Like I told you at the beginning of this journey, I am the one to set you free. But there's one more thing you have to do, isn't there? One more change you need to make to your life. One more conversation you need to have in order for you to finally have your desires filled.

You have 48 hours to figure out how to tell him. Then another 48 to do so.

It’s time.

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From: Me (MineNow@p*********.com)

To: (Nicole.L****@p*********.com)

Subject: Good girl

I’m so proud of you. I know it wasn’t easy to have that conversation, but what I do know is this: You decided it was time to actually live your life. I told you it was going to happen, but you’re the one who made this choice.

Because of that, you’re finally going to be the whore you’ve wanted to be for so long. Yes, you’ll have to put up a fake face for friends and family, but when you’re not around them, you finally get to be your best and truest self.

I took the ring, and threw it in the back of a drawer. We’ll figure out what to do with that another time. It is no longer of consequence to you or your life, and it makes me so happy to know you’re not wearing it anymore.

Make sure to wear the black panties I chose for you to work tomorrow. Don’t forget to cum for me while you’re at work and send the audio.

You’re Mine now.