know much about anal, other than the fact that it hurt, but I trusted my master to care for me.
But after that slight push, he was moving on again. "Good girl," he murmured, and I knew it was because I didn't protest at his presumed invasion. I would have let him.
Instead, the head of his cock slipped between the folds of my sweet pussy, and he quickly found his mark. "Very good girl," he grunted as he pushed. Soon, he was inside me to the hilt, invading me in the most pleasurable way possible. I wanted to moan, to buck against him and show him exactly how much I wanted him, but silence was a permanent part of our play these days. I knew the way I could show my pleasure to him was by doing exactly what he commanded me to do.
So I endured his cock in silence, letting my master rail me exactly as he wished. Every once in a while, when a squeak or a moan would escape my mouth, he would slap my ass forcefully. It took all my will to not moan even louder at that, as the pain of the slap was transformed into pleasure in my mind. I wanted him to spank me, but I wanted to please him by obeying him even more.
When he was finally done with me, coming inside me with a loud bellow, only then was I allowed to be untied. Only then was I allowed to speak again. I didn't though - these days it only felt stranger and stranger to speak to him, after a session. I tried to get all my talking out beforehand.
"Remember what I said," he told me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I nodded silently as I headed for my usual shower, to wash the evidence of our play away from my parents' prying eyes.
When I finally went home, two hours later, sore in many places, I realized I had a lot to think about. What Mr. Hendricks was offering me was nothing short of amazing. And I wanted it, I wanted it so badly. I wanted nothing more than to be with him for the rest of my life. This dynamic was a strange one, but it was one that I loved. And I didn’t grow to love it, but I immediately enjoyed it from the start.
I loved being submissive. I loved being commanded. I loved being dominated.
But I couldn’t let my passion run over my future. I knew if I did this, there was a good chance I was screwing myself over. After all, my parents were more than willing to pay for my entire stay at college, and I would be throwing that away if I stayed with Mr. Hendricks instead , though he offered to pay the tuition for online courses . Even the best online college didn't have the same kind of reputation that a traditional one had.
And if it ever came out that I was staying with him, I would be throwing them away, too. They wouldn’t approve of this relationship, that much was obvious. The way they were behaving around Kandace was proof enough. My mom spent as much time as possibl e alternately telling her not to marry that professor, and begging her to not do it.
But this was so important to me, it was worth the risk.
I felt like I was on another plane of existence when I got home, and I supposed I was. One thing occurred to me – I couldn’t talk to anyone about this. I had no confidants, I knew o f one in a similar situation. It was the strangest thing.
Hypothetically, I could ask Kandace about it, but I was afraid she would spill the beans to my parents, to take some of the heat off of her own unusual arrangement. It wasn't above her to behave in such a petty way, and no matter what she said; I highly doubted that she'd matured that much in college.
I sighed as I entered my house , my mind changing tracks to more mundane subjects . I wasn't looking forward to school this upcoming week. Everyone would be buzzing about the prom, and I felt so strange, not going. I was the only cheerleader on the squad not going - Ash, Sophie, and Jess were all attending, as well at the other girls on the squad that I wasn’t as close to . But they all had dates. I was the odd man out, and I wouldn't be made
But after that slight push, he was moving on again. "Good girl," he murmured, and I knew it was because I didn't protest at his presumed invasion. I would have let him.
Instead, the head of his cock slipped between the folds of my sweet pussy, and he quickly found his mark. "Very good girl," he grunted as he pushed. Soon, he was inside me to the hilt, invading me in the most pleasurable way possible. I wanted to moan, to buck against him and show him exactly how much I wanted him, but silence was a permanent part of our play these days. I knew the way I could show my pleasure to him was by doing exactly what he commanded me to do.
So I endured his cock in silence, letting my master rail me exactly as he wished. Every once in a while, when a squeak or a moan would escape my mouth, he would slap my ass forcefully. It took all my will to not moan even louder at that, as the pain of the slap was transformed into pleasure in my mind. I wanted him to spank me, but I wanted to please him by obeying him even more.
When he was finally done with me, coming inside me with a loud bellow, only then was I allowed to be untied. Only then was I allowed to speak again. I didn't though - these days it only felt stranger and stranger to speak to him, after a session. I tried to get all my talking out beforehand.
"Remember what I said," he told me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I nodded silently as I headed for my usual shower, to wash the evidence of our play away from my parents' prying eyes.
When I finally went home, two hours later, sore in many places, I realized I had a lot to think about. What Mr. Hendricks was offering me was nothing short of amazing. And I wanted it, I wanted it so badly. I wanted nothing more than to be with him for the rest of my life. This dynamic was a strange one, but it was one that I loved. And I didn’t grow to love it, but I immediately enjoyed it from the start.
I loved being submissive. I loved being commanded. I loved being dominated.
But I couldn’t let my passion run over my future. I knew if I did this, there was a good chance I was screwing myself over. After all, my parents were more than willing to pay for my entire stay at college, and I would be throwing that away if I stayed with Mr. Hendricks instead , though he offered to pay the tuition for online courses . Even the best online college didn't have the same kind of reputation that a traditional one had.
And if it ever came out that I was staying with him, I would be throwing them away, too. They wouldn’t approve of this relationship, that much was obvious. The way they were behaving around Kandace was proof enough. My mom spent as much time as possibl e alternately telling her not to marry that professor, and begging her to not do it.
But this was so important to me, it was worth the risk.
I felt like I was on another plane of existence when I got home, and I supposed I was. One thing occurred to me – I couldn’t talk to anyone about this. I had no confidants, I knew o f one in a similar situation. It was the strangest thing.
Hypothetically, I could ask Kandace about it, but I was afraid she would spill the beans to my parents, to take some of the heat off of her own unusual arrangement. It wasn't above her to behave in such a petty way, and no matter what she said; I highly doubted that she'd matured that much in college.
I sighed as I entered my house , my mind changing tracks to more mundane subjects . I wasn't looking forward to school this upcoming week. Everyone would be buzzing about the prom, and I felt so strange, not going. I was the only cheerleader on the squad not going - Ash, Sophie, and Jess were all attending, as well at the other girls on the squad that I wasn’t as close to . But they all had dates. I was the odd man out, and I wouldn't be made
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