**Rosa's Diary: Date Night Instructions **

I locked the cage myself before I left, making sure it was tight enough to remind you exactly where you belong while I'm out getting fucked properly. You looked so pathetic kneeling there on the bedroom floor, watching me slip into the little black dress that barely covers my arse. The one you bought me, knowing full well it wasn't for your eyes.

"Stay on your knees until I say otherwise," I told you, trailing a manicured nail down your cheek before I walked out the door.

I didn't even make it to the restaurant before I sent the first text.

Send me a picture of you exactly how I left you. If you've moved an inch, you're sleeping on the floor tonight.

My phone buzzed almost instantly. There you were, a blurry, pathetic mess, still kneeling by the bed, caged and useless. I smirked, showing the picture to Marcus as he opened the car door for me. He laughed, that deep, rumbling laugh that always makes my cunt throb.

"He knows his place," Marcus said, his massive hand already resting heavy on my thigh as he drove. He didn't even ask before he shoved his hand up my skirt, his thick fingers hooking into the crotch of my knickers and pulling them aside. He pushed two fingers deep inside me right there in the passenger seat, stretching me out while he steered with his other hand. Like it was nothing. Like I was nothing but a hole for him to use whenever he fancied.

Good boy, I texted back, barely able to type straight. Marcus thinks you look pathetic. He's already got his fingers buried in my cunt in the car. You could never stretch me like this.

I left my phone on the table during dinner, screen facing up so I could watch your desperate replies lighting it up. You were begging for details. I made you wait. Under the table, Marcus's hand was back between my legs, lazily circling my clit while he ordered another bottle of wine with his other hand. He didn't give a shit who saw. At one point he leaned over and whispered, "Go to the toilets. Take your knickers off and bring them back to me." So I did. I walked across that restaurant with my cunt bare under my dress and handed him my soaking wet knickers at the table. He stuffed them in his pocket and smiled.

He's got my knickers in his pocket. I'm sat here with nothing on underneath. He can do whatever he wants to me and there's fuck all you can do about it.

When we got back to his hotel room, I sent you one last message.

He's taking my dress off now. His cock is so much bigger than yours it's actually embarrassing. I'm going to scream his name and you're going to sit there imagining every second. Don't you dare touch yourself.

Then I put the phone down and didn't look at it again for hours. Marcus used me like I was his property. He bent me over the desk and shoved his massive cock inside me, stretching my cunt so wide I nearly screamed. He didn't go slow. He didn't check if I was alright. He just fucked me, hard and deep, his heavy balls slapping against me with every thrust. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back while he pounded into me from behind. He flipped me onto my back and pushed his cock into my mouth, fucking my throat until my mascara was running down my face. He used every hole I've got, came inside me twice, and then made me clean his cock with my tongue before he even let me get dressed.

When I walked through the front door it was past 2 AM. You were exactly where I left you, knees bruised, eyes wide, staring at me like a lost little puppy. My makeup was ruined, my hair was a state, and I stank of him.

"Get on your knees," I said. "Properly."

I walked to the bathroom and you crawled after me. I leaned against the sink, spread my legs, and let you see the mess. His cum was dripping out of my swollen cunt, thick white streaks running down the insides of my thighs.

"Lick me clean," I ordered. "Every last fucking drop."

You pressed your mouth against me and I felt your tongue slide inside, lapping up another man's cum from your wife's cunt. I grabbed your hair and shoved your face deeper.

"That's it. Taste what a real man does. Taste how much he gave me. You couldn't even fill a fucking thimble and he's left me dripping. This is all you're good for, you pathetic little cuck. You don't get to fuck me. You get to lick up the mess after someone who actually can."

You whimpered against me, your tongue working deeper, swallowing everything Marcus left behind. I held your head there until I was satisfied you'd got every last drop.

"Good boy," I said, finally letting go of your hair. "Now get some sleep. He wants me again tomorrow night, and you'll need your energy."