Change Can Surprise You Pt 04

Change Can Surprise You, Part 4: The Finale

"Whack, whack, whack." The paddle hit hard but the cat o'nines hit even harder across my back and upper thighs. At this point, I was worried he would never let up. And then another, "whack, whack, slap," this last one he used his hand as he thrusted his muscular body on top of mine, teasing me with his erect cock.

"Do you want my cock in you," he asked. "Tell me you want it," he commanded.

"Yes, I want it. Please I want it."

"What do you want?" He was edging hard and needed to hear me say it.

"I want your cock in me, please, Daddy give it to me." Those were the words he needed. At lightening speed he released all tension that the four cuffs had tightly secured me in place and had me flipped onto my back within seconds. Oh my god, this man was strong! He spit and entered my ass before I knew what was happening, I immediately tensed up.

"Don't fight it." He said and nibbled my neck as he thrusted deeper inside.

"Awwww, oooooh," I cried out while slowly relaxing as each thrust began to entice me into submission. He pulled out and went for my pussy. "Oh no," I whimpered partially because of the double dipping stigma but also because I had worked really hard to keep the natural flora in my cunt as pristine as possible and precisely kempt to prevent BV (bacterial vaginosis). Then back into my ass he went. I could feel his cock swell and I opened my mouth with anticipation. As more blood pumped, it pulsed intensely for me. He pulled out as a fountain of cum exploded into my open mouth and I ate it up like it was my last supper. Oh my, my. Oh my...It was over but that experience would linger in my mind for months to come. He would be on my mind, in my dreams, in my waking thoughts for months on end. How could he not?

He carefully examined my ass and cleaned up any blood that he admittedly saw. There was no excretion, which I had been worried about and cross my fingers the sex would not give me BV or worse, a new fissure, which it hadn't.

"You can go douche or whatever," he suggested as I was already heading toward the laboratory. We were both very clean and I immediately stuck in a pH pill after washing to help clean out any bacteria that may have gotten shoved deep into my canal. I came back and cuddled with him for a while. He seemed happy and I was happy for the most part. By the way—no one that I know douches anymore. In this era, women know it doesn't help and only makes it harder for our bodies to produce healthy flora because those harsh chemicals are usually heavily scented with fake fragrances that irritate our beautiful cunts. Although the aftercare was shorter than I wanted, he further "examined" me by kissing my inner thighs. Without asking him and with no convincing at all, he began licking my clit until I convulsed with a kind of afterglow orgasm. It was a surprise which began a pattern of surprises from this man I unpredictablely encountered by shear luck or fate, if you believe in that sort of thing. I had lots to gestate and I left that night with even more mixed emotions than before. I was struggling. Why couldn't he see that we could be something more, something better, than just a booty call? He wanted what he wanted from me and I was unwilling to give that to him if he wasn't willing to show me love.

Sadly, he decided he had no time for my female petulance but it was he who was being petulant, from my perspective, of course. I do not beg a person to love me. They will either love me or they won't. I was not mad that he didn't love me; I admit however, that I was sad. I didn't feel jipped anymore but I didn't want things to be over. It takes two to tango, be that as it may, we were not going to be tango partners again and I had to come to terms with that. Regardless of things not going as I'd hope, I was still feeling him and that feeling was not going to just go away. It would be much easier for me if they would—it's not like I needed them anyway. My life would be easier if I could just fuck him and leave.

He would not own me and I could continue living as I had been, without a care in the world. When I catch feelings for a person, that not-so-lucky lover becomes imprinted onto my DNA and is stuck with me, petulance and all. Something of great dishonor and disrespect must present itself for me to change my mind about someone that has occupied my heartspace. Resistance is not enough, but I will not push, only gently nudge and attempt to entice not because it is a game to me—I cannot control how my heart works but I can control how I respond.

And so I patiently waited, hoping one day out of the blue, he'd recall our encounter and miss me. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. I wasn't holding my breath for him to come around but I also wasn't going anywhere. And regardless of what he thought, I knew I could be a good sub for him because I wanted to be, not because I was forced to be. The way things are going now, it feels like so long, Lover. I thank you for the experience and for whatever it's worth, I'll miss you...

End of Part 4