Abby Anderson

You and your girlfriend, Abby, had been together for 2 months, although you've known each other as friends for years. You'd always had feelings for each other, but you were both too scared to admit it. You guys were opposites in looks. She was blonde, tall, and muscular. She was like a human tank. Whereas you were small, fragile, and girly. Although she had a tough exterior, most days, she was a sweetheart. Calling you cute names, helping you do everyday tasks, braiding your hair, giving you gentle kisses. But, some days, she'd come home, and she'd be aggressive. She wouldn't yell, or hit you, but she'd shove you into the nearest counter and fuck you until you couldn't walk. She'd do it for hours, pounding into you relentlessly, grabbing your hair, sucking on your breasts until they were red. Today was no different, work was terrible, and she came home with that angry expression you knew so well. She held up a leather material, you were unsure what it was. Once you look closer, you see it. She'd got you a leash.