teeth and
nibbles away at it. He feels her close to coming, for the first time since they have been together. His mouth takes leave of her copiously flowing juices and he climbs over her and inserts his cock
inside her.
A wordless sound passes her lips.
Tenderness sweeps across his heart as he begins moving inside her. The fit is exquisite. The gold rings on either side of her cunt lips slide effortlessly against his shaft, enhancing the
sensations without overpowering them. As he thrusts in and out of her, the thought occurs to him that if he were her master, he would have her pierced yet again, a ring or a stud in her clitoris,
just to enhance the friction against his glans as it labours and retreats against her opening time and again. Yes, a nice thought. And a big if.
He closes his eyes in turn and surrenders to their first moment of love.
Q & A
“How did things begin to change in your relationship?
“She liked to show me off to others. Demonstrate the extent of her power over me.”
“Men? Women?”
“She would invite friends to our home and play at humiliating me in front of them.”
“How?”
“By having me wear the outfits she had bought for me. Playing games she knew I was bound to lose, and then punishing me for my missteps. I would have to strip in front of her guests and
have my rear caned or whipped. If there were other women, she would make me lick her sex in their presence: sometimes had me lie on the floor while they peed over me. I would have to serve food
naked but for a dog collar and was forbidden to react while they pinched me, touched my intimate parts, sometimes tried to trip me to cause further punishment.”
“But were there men?”
“Initially, only one. A close friend of hers. His name was B. He’s a lawyer from the city.”
“Was he her lover?”
“No. Anne-Louise hates men, sexually. But she was close to B. She liked exposing me to him, making me bend over so that he could peer inside me, even touch, which she knew I hated. The
more ill at ease I was in these situations, the more it excited her and the crueller she became with him as witness to my degradation.”
“What sort of things would she do for him?”
“She liked to demonstrate my absolute obedience. One day, I was made to lie on my back on the floor as she inserted a series of ever-larger objects inside my vagina, which I had to hold
wide open for them. First a dildo, then a bottle, then a cucumber. All the time, I could see the bump inside his trousers swell as she teased him that wouldn’t he like it to be him in that
nice virgin cunt.”
“You were still a virgin?”
“Technically, yes. I hadn’t yet been penetrated by a man. By Anne-Louise and objects only.”
“How did it happen, the first time?”
“With B. One morning, Anne-Louise summoned me and instructed me that I should take a taxi to his apartment and do every single thing he would ask me to do. When I protested, she whipped
me badly. Said I did not understand what true love was. I argued that I did. But she owed B. some debt, and he wanted me and that was that. Anyway, she told me, it would be good for my training, I
had to be broken in. I went to him. Hated every moment. Later, there were other men she loaned me to.”
“Did she ever want to watch you being fucked by them?”
“No. If she was there, she would move to another room.”
“But did she ever ask you about what happened with the men?”
“Curiously, no. Although I was avid to tell her all, to demonstrate the extent of my affection for her by describing the pain they had inflicted on me, how they had used me, violated
all my holes, made me choke on their filthy penises and forced me to swallow their ejaculate, played with me, beat me too. I wanted to tell her, ‘Anne-Louise, I have accepted all this for the
sake of you.’ But she never asked. And if there were marks, cuts, bruises on my body, she would whip me in response, as if it were all my
nibbles away at it. He feels her close to coming, for the first time since they have been together. His mouth takes leave of her copiously flowing juices and he climbs over her and inserts his cock
inside her.
A wordless sound passes her lips.
Tenderness sweeps across his heart as he begins moving inside her. The fit is exquisite. The gold rings on either side of her cunt lips slide effortlessly against his shaft, enhancing the
sensations without overpowering them. As he thrusts in and out of her, the thought occurs to him that if he were her master, he would have her pierced yet again, a ring or a stud in her clitoris,
just to enhance the friction against his glans as it labours and retreats against her opening time and again. Yes, a nice thought. And a big if.
He closes his eyes in turn and surrenders to their first moment of love.
Q & A
“How did things begin to change in your relationship?
“She liked to show me off to others. Demonstrate the extent of her power over me.”
“Men? Women?”
“She would invite friends to our home and play at humiliating me in front of them.”
“How?”
“By having me wear the outfits she had bought for me. Playing games she knew I was bound to lose, and then punishing me for my missteps. I would have to strip in front of her guests and
have my rear caned or whipped. If there were other women, she would make me lick her sex in their presence: sometimes had me lie on the floor while they peed over me. I would have to serve food
naked but for a dog collar and was forbidden to react while they pinched me, touched my intimate parts, sometimes tried to trip me to cause further punishment.”
“But were there men?”
“Initially, only one. A close friend of hers. His name was B. He’s a lawyer from the city.”
“Was he her lover?”
“No. Anne-Louise hates men, sexually. But she was close to B. She liked exposing me to him, making me bend over so that he could peer inside me, even touch, which she knew I hated. The
more ill at ease I was in these situations, the more it excited her and the crueller she became with him as witness to my degradation.”
“What sort of things would she do for him?”
“She liked to demonstrate my absolute obedience. One day, I was made to lie on my back on the floor as she inserted a series of ever-larger objects inside my vagina, which I had to hold
wide open for them. First a dildo, then a bottle, then a cucumber. All the time, I could see the bump inside his trousers swell as she teased him that wouldn’t he like it to be him in that
nice virgin cunt.”
“You were still a virgin?”
“Technically, yes. I hadn’t yet been penetrated by a man. By Anne-Louise and objects only.”
“How did it happen, the first time?”
“With B. One morning, Anne-Louise summoned me and instructed me that I should take a taxi to his apartment and do every single thing he would ask me to do. When I protested, she whipped
me badly. Said I did not understand what true love was. I argued that I did. But she owed B. some debt, and he wanted me and that was that. Anyway, she told me, it would be good for my training, I
had to be broken in. I went to him. Hated every moment. Later, there were other men she loaned me to.”
“Did she ever want to watch you being fucked by them?”
“No. If she was there, she would move to another room.”
“But did she ever ask you about what happened with the men?”
“Curiously, no. Although I was avid to tell her all, to demonstrate the extent of my affection for her by describing the pain they had inflicted on me, how they had used me, violated
all my holes, made me choke on their filthy penises and forced me to swallow their ejaculate, played with me, beat me too. I wanted to tell her, ‘Anne-Louise, I have accepted all this for the
sake of you.’ But she never asked. And if there were marks, cuts, bruises on my body, she would whip me in response, as if it were all my
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