Nearly a year later Annie had finally had the baby and was still striving to start and work off the birth weight. Master Vassago had taken to being a father with pride and joy yet still found time to treat his wife and submissive pet as he always had. He had indeed found it a bit harder to now punish her and be merciless when physically disciplining her but he had managed. It seemed to him that once she had bared his child he looked upon her with a deeper love and contentment.
Annie was just coming out of the nursery one afternoon from feeding their baby Patrick, when Vassago grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder. No words passed between them and as he did this Annie’s heart leapt in her chest. She had waited for this day for so long. Ever since she had the baby Vassago had been tender with her and some of the physical flourish he had always bestowed her in the past had slipped away to mere rare spankings and lighter forms of teasing and torture.
He hadn’t in so long touched her roughly or used clamps on her sensitive nipples. Nor had he given her a good rough fucking since the day she had given birth to Patrick. He had submerged himself into being a devoted father, and husband and while still her Dom he had allowed certain things she normally did to get herself punished slide to the way side.
It was now the time of reckoning she supposed, he had let it boil up for to long and hadn’t released his fury on her lithe body and now the time had come. She hoped he was going to be rough with her and to take her as he had in the past. Roughly, without question and until he was completely sated.
Vassago’s thoughts were along the same line as he carried her up the steps and unlocked the door to the second hidden room that he had never allowed her into before. He was about to do things to Annie that she had teased him about for the past few months. She had complained just enough to almost irk him repeatedly before stifling her teasing.
Babydoll, as he often referred to her, looked around the room and yet in the light that shone in from the hallway could only make out a few obscure shapes. The room was painted in all black and as Vassago flipped the light switch a black light cascaded the fluorescent textures and whites inside. He slammed the door shut as he stood her roughly against the wall.
“You know you have had this coming for a long time don’t you,” he asked demandingly, taking on no longer the loving husband he had been and wonderful father, but returning to the days when he had dominated her so fully.