before experienced. The truth that this perverse lust was not unwelcome terrified her.
“The words, you bitch, the words,” Abul hissed.
Prostrate before him, she covered his toes with quick wet kisses. Then, still tenderly holding his feet, she looked up. “I have learned to love you. I have learned to love what you are. Learned to love what you do and what you make me do.” She got to her knees and pulled her gown from her shoulders. She held her breasts out to him. “See, husband, how my nipples swell.” She reached down and, taking the hem of her gown, lifted it until her pussy was revealed. She thrust her pelvis up toward him and with both hands opened her vaginal lips. Her pink crevice ran freely with secretions. “See, my husband, how the hot juice flows from my...my cunt. My cunt is yours to...to fuck. My cunt is yours to give to anyone you wish...at any time and in any place that pleases you.” She turned away from him and bent over as she pulled her gown up to display her ass. “And this, too, belongs to you. My ass is yours to fuck whenever and as often as you wish. I will gladly take the...the pricks of your friends in my ass, if that will please you.” She turned to face him, and licked her lips. “My mouth, also is yours to use in any way you desire. I will suck...suck the pricks of your friends. I will make love to their pricks with my mouth. I belong to you. Your...your absolute power over me...your strength excites me more...more than any man ever could. I will refuse you nothing. Please, please, Master, take me...take me as your obedient American whore.” The words, growing out of her desperation, came in a rush.
She had spoken so rapidly, she hardly knew what she was saying. She felt herself on the edge of hysteria. Pausing for a moment to regain control, she turned back to kneel between his legs. She bowed her head. “I...I...have learned to love you.”
“What of your husband? What are your feelings now for him?”
She could tell his rage had not subsided nor had her fear. She would say and do whatever it took to keep from returning to the punishment room while he was like this. Placing her small hands on his thighs, she moved closer so that her breasts touched his cock. “I have forgotten my former husband. As you have said, his small white penis did not please me. He was weak. You have made me forget that life and him. Surely you must see now that it is you that it is Abul I need. It is you I respect and revere above all men.” She had tried her best to say what he wanted to hear and to speak as if she meant it. He’d looked at her intently. She suspected he could tell how much she hated him and how, in spite of her position, how superior she felt she was to him. She remembered something Stein once said to her, ‘Good breeding is almost impossible to hide, and you, Mrs. Ryan, are an extraordinarily well bred woman.’
“That is better, but I’m unconvinced. Still not enough warmth, Mrs. Ryan.” Abruptly, he stood, almost knocking her over. He poured himself another drink and crossed the room to stretch out on his bed. She remained on her knees in front of the chair. Sipping his drink, he studied her. “Dress,” he ordered, “then come here and strip for me.” She rose and pulled her gown up. Unsteady in the heels, she went to him.
“It is obvious you have learned almost nothing since the day you arrived, Mrs. Ryan. You have not truly learned your place. You have not learned how to please me...not with your words...not with your body. What you have been doing here is a sham, an act because you fear the whip.” He glared at her. “Look at me, Mrs. Ryan.” She lifted her head. “You will learn, do you understand? You will learn! I’m tired of this ‘dear husband’ game.” He reached over to the table beside the bed and took something from it that appeared to be the tail of a pony. “Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, did you ever own a dog?”
“Yes,” she said, “when I was a
“The words, you bitch, the words,” Abul hissed.
Prostrate before him, she covered his toes with quick wet kisses. Then, still tenderly holding his feet, she looked up. “I have learned to love you. I have learned to love what you are. Learned to love what you do and what you make me do.” She got to her knees and pulled her gown from her shoulders. She held her breasts out to him. “See, husband, how my nipples swell.” She reached down and, taking the hem of her gown, lifted it until her pussy was revealed. She thrust her pelvis up toward him and with both hands opened her vaginal lips. Her pink crevice ran freely with secretions. “See, my husband, how the hot juice flows from my...my cunt. My cunt is yours to...to fuck. My cunt is yours to give to anyone you wish...at any time and in any place that pleases you.” She turned away from him and bent over as she pulled her gown up to display her ass. “And this, too, belongs to you. My ass is yours to fuck whenever and as often as you wish. I will gladly take the...the pricks of your friends in my ass, if that will please you.” She turned to face him, and licked her lips. “My mouth, also is yours to use in any way you desire. I will suck...suck the pricks of your friends. I will make love to their pricks with my mouth. I belong to you. Your...your absolute power over me...your strength excites me more...more than any man ever could. I will refuse you nothing. Please, please, Master, take me...take me as your obedient American whore.” The words, growing out of her desperation, came in a rush.
She had spoken so rapidly, she hardly knew what she was saying. She felt herself on the edge of hysteria. Pausing for a moment to regain control, she turned back to kneel between his legs. She bowed her head. “I...I...have learned to love you.”
“What of your husband? What are your feelings now for him?”
She could tell his rage had not subsided nor had her fear. She would say and do whatever it took to keep from returning to the punishment room while he was like this. Placing her small hands on his thighs, she moved closer so that her breasts touched his cock. “I have forgotten my former husband. As you have said, his small white penis did not please me. He was weak. You have made me forget that life and him. Surely you must see now that it is you that it is Abul I need. It is you I respect and revere above all men.” She had tried her best to say what he wanted to hear and to speak as if she meant it. He’d looked at her intently. She suspected he could tell how much she hated him and how, in spite of her position, how superior she felt she was to him. She remembered something Stein once said to her, ‘Good breeding is almost impossible to hide, and you, Mrs. Ryan, are an extraordinarily well bred woman.’
“That is better, but I’m unconvinced. Still not enough warmth, Mrs. Ryan.” Abruptly, he stood, almost knocking her over. He poured himself another drink and crossed the room to stretch out on his bed. She remained on her knees in front of the chair. Sipping his drink, he studied her. “Dress,” he ordered, “then come here and strip for me.” She rose and pulled her gown up. Unsteady in the heels, she went to him.
“It is obvious you have learned almost nothing since the day you arrived, Mrs. Ryan. You have not truly learned your place. You have not learned how to please me...not with your words...not with your body. What you have been doing here is a sham, an act because you fear the whip.” He glared at her. “Look at me, Mrs. Ryan.” She lifted her head. “You will learn, do you understand? You will learn! I’m tired of this ‘dear husband’ game.” He reached over to the table beside the bed and took something from it that appeared to be the tail of a pony. “Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, did you ever own a dog?”
“Yes,” she said, “when I was a
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