mirror with water drops showing slut print
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She Called You A Slut!

Lotty looked confused, someone had just driven by and yelled out something, she looked to her friend next to her with a quizzical look on her face. Her friend who hadnt really been paying attention shrugged her shoulders “they called you a slut although god knows why” Lotty hung her head, she sort of knew why, it was something she had kept from everyone, truth be told she thought she had got away with it, “no im not sure why either” no one needed to know not even her best friend, it was a secret best kept to herself.

Lotty had a private life that she only shared with the one closest to her and she lived with them so the likelihood of word getting out was slim but obviously there were some who didnt understand the meaning of privacy and discretion. It was unfortunate but someone had taken a shine to her and trying to fend them off was proving much more difficult than she first thought. In no way was she emotionally connected to this person they had formed this attachment all by themselves, she hadnt encouraged them in anyway she had been warned of the dangers.

When one has an alter ego it can be difficult for others to accept that there is a completely different side of you that the rest of the world sees, this was the problem, her other personality was completely the opposite, it might be observed as her “nasty” side but really it was everything she wasn’t – when she was in costume that was a whole different world, dominant, in control and ready to make people feel good. Not that she didn’t want to make people feel good normally but it was a different kind of good, people liked it, they saw her regularly and unfortunately this one formed an attachment. Slaves was not the right word but they looked to her as their mistress she let them be in control by giving themselves to her, there were always discussions before hand, boundaries were important, not everyone was up for going all in.

The cafe they were sitting at was right on the road, cars were uncomfortably close at times and she wondered if next time they should sit round the back, she didn’t need that kind of behaviour in her life. “I think we will sit round the back next time” her friend stood up “I agree the cars are much to close to the pavement” Lotty stood up as well and they headed to the car park. Lotty was somewhat dismayed to see that they had decorated her car as well – although how they knew was anyone’s guess she didn’t take her car to meets, seems she was going to have to be careful from now on, her friend raised an eyebrow at the decorations “there’s definitely nothing you want to talk about Lotty?” Lotty shook her head “they must be confusing me with someone else, there are hundreds of cars the same as mine” they left it at that and parted company her friend only lived 10 minutes walk so they headed on by foot. Lotty got in the car checking carefully that there was nothing suspicious, you can never be too careful, if they can shout at you in the street and decorate your car, lord knows what else they might do, everything seemed ok, she put the key into the ignition and turned on the engine, the heat in the car made the mirror steam up, revealing the last present they left for her, it read ‘slut’. The car was undamaged yet they managed to write that in her mirror, she would have to mention it to her partner, she had a horrible feeling shit was going to get real.

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