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It turns out, Victoria had packed up almost everything for Carly and I. Since Carly was paying cash, we were able to quickly close on the new house and start the move in just nine days. The goodbye at the firm was bitter sweet. My bosses understood but were reluctant to see me go. Daphne convinced me to give her a goodbye fuck while Hideo and David watched. I promised Dave, I'd visit and give his wife Madison another round. David thanked me and promised to let Madison know. I marveled again at the weird form of intimacy that comprised their marriage but then realized my own was even more bizarre. The partnership separation was a little more... contentious. Technically, I was a partner of the firm and entitled to my share. In reality, I'd only just made partner and it was sort of frowned upon in those arrangements to leave so quickly. Fortunately, they understood the circumstances and I wasn't in a position where I needed to play hardball. I let them pay me out at 110% of my buy-in with a promise that Dave got my old job and strong consideration as the next partner.
I spent a day taking Carly around the city, saying goodbye to everyone in their own intimate way. By the end of that marathon day, I was exhausted. I collapsed for the last time in my bed with Carly next to me. Everything was already loaded and the first container was already shipped. All that was left was a couple changes of clothes, the bed and some toiletries. The place hadn't looked this spartan since I'd bought it.
"You know there's one last girl to deal with, Master?"
"Who?" I asked. I'd spent the day fucking Sherry, Maureen and Tabitha. Louise got a quiet lunch date and a quickie while Starla watched. Then Starla had "accidentally" left a printout of her emails with Max on the table. Those emails made it crystal clear that my brother was pretty excited to continue Starla's kink which, when combined with the fact that she'd printed them out on green paper, caused me to then spend an hour mercilessly fucking Starla's beautifully athletic body built for sin. In short, I was exhausted.
"Sasha, Master."
Oh. I'd completely forgotten. In all the excitement over the last couple weeks, I had completely forgotten my bitch-turned-submissive ex-girlfriend. "Where is she?"
"Before I tell you, let's talk about it."
"What have you done, Carly?"
"Nothing, Master. Nothing you'll disapprove of. I promise."
"Uhhuh... I'm skeptical but go on," I said with a smirk. "Tell me what you're thinking."
"I think you should do what you want with her, Master."
"What does that mean?"
"Do what you want. It means do WHATEVER you want. It's clear that's what she wants," Carly said. She was looking at me with that earnest expression that told me she was serious.
"Okay... what do YOU think I want?"
She smiled at me and gave me a little kiss, "I think you still love her."
"You're wrong," I said flatly, unsure myself if the answer was truthful or not.
"I think you still love the old her. And you wish she'd come back. But you also don't want to go back to that because this whole lifestyle has changed what you need and because of that, you're worried that even if she was able to be the girl that you used to love again, you know THAT Sasha would never countenance THIS lifestyle. Am I close... Master?"
I watched dumbfounded. We'd not talked about Sasha since the wedding. Not once. But here she was laying out my inner thoughts. The ones buried in the back of my head that even I didn't want to admit to myself. What I'd felt before for Sasha was real. Before all the interference by her bosses, we'd been happy. Not as happy as Carly and I, but happy nonetheless. But that Sasha was long gone. And having learned a lot about healthy relationships and love and sex, I didn't really want to go back. "Even if all that was true..." I started.
"Is it true, Master?"
"IF it were all true, there's still no way forward. I don't want to have the old Sasha back."
"She's gone, Master. And that's fine. But you're not even thinking about the NEW Sasha. The obedient, desperate to please Sasha."
"She's still the same old Sasha. She won't want me fucking other women," I protested.
"She already has watched you fuck a dozen other women, Master!" she said with a laugh.
I sighed, "She won't put up with that for long. I know her."
"Respectfully, Master, I don't think you do. I think you're not appreciating how much she's changed AND you're not realizing how much she kept to herself when you were together. Besides," Carly said as she slid up next to me, "Either she's a changed woman who wants to be your obedient slave... OR, she's still kind of a cold bitch nevertheless begging to be used. Either way..." Carly trailed off meaningfully.
"Okay... fine... what should I do?"
"Treat her exactly as casually and cruelly as she seems to want. You have no problem with Starla and she had a way worse history," Carly said. I sort of winced at that, not entirely sure I was the good guy. You could certainly see it as taking advantage of an 18 year old girl's rape fetish.
"Okay... say that's what I wanted. What would I do to start?"
"I'm DELIGHTED you asked, Master," Carly said as she sat up and clapped her hands girlishly. "I think you should spend the day fucking all of your other women while I live stream it to her. While you're doing that, you should have Victoria and Maureen tie her up in Maureen's apartment and use her, degrade her and break her while she watches you give pleasure to all those other women. Then you should use her and not let her cum so she understands what she's useful for if she wants to be a part of her life."
"Woah... that's... elaborate," I said. Then it dawned on me, "You already did it didn't you. Is that what's been happening today?"
Carly blushed with embarrassment at being caught and nodded. "Don't tell me sneaky Asians aren't a valid stereotype," I said with a grin. Carly smacked me with a pillow and laughed. "So is that where she is right now?" I asked.
