2014 started out as the worst possible year of my life. I had troubles with just about everything!. My job, which I thought was going well, had tanked and my personal life was getting worse. Most of my troubles, I thought I could handle, but not my girlfriend and certainly not in the way I expected. She turned from being a total bitch to an unbelievably hot sexy willing servant. It was the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me. She finally left me, but I will never forget her and the gifts and memories she left me with. The following story is based on real events, for the most part.
I met Nichole about a year ago. She was so great in the beginning not to mention very sexy and exuded sex out of every pore. Even though we met through mutual friends we were from very different cultures. She was very much a feminist and took herself very seriously went it came to her art and politics. She had a very strict set of rules about life in general that she followed closely. Most of the reason she did this, as I found out later, was that she lived very close to her fears, so when she saw a pattern of behavior that she did not like, she got fearful that something terrible was going to happen. She would not stop to try reason why, she just acted out of fear. This pattern of behavior did not, of course, show itself for a while. I never knew that her mother emotionally and physically abused her. As with most abuse from a parent, she started to equate pain with love. Pain from spankings or pain from verbal abuse was from her mother who should have given love but only gave pain, so poor Nichole, needing love so much, started to think of the pain as love. More on this later I just wanted to give some background to her.
Of course, I did not know any of this at this time. All I knew was that this beautiful, smart and funny girl was crazy about me! Nichole's sharp wit and intellect were matched by her looks. She was 5'7" tall with a tiny waist, but a bigger than normal ass that was shaped like a huge bubble. I loved that look. A nice big well-shaped ass and a tiny waist are a perfect combination in my book! Her long tresses of thick, curly brown hair ran all the way down her back to just above her sweet ass. I am not a huge breast man, but she had that area covered as well. Her nice size C cups breasts stood out proudly complementing her large, thick nipples with light brown areolas. Her nipples were so sensitive that she almost never went without a bra. She said that her nipples would end up sticking out and/or turning her on too much. lastly, she was a white girl no doubt but sported a tan almost all the time. The package was too good to be true. Don't get me wrong I was a good looking guy that made good living but I never had anything close to Kimberley. Girls with such hot exotic looks seemed to be reserved for other guys. Little did I know what lurked underneath that perfect body of hers!
So the beginning went really well. We had a great time together and went all over the city to plays and concerts. We went to art shows and she even introduced me to a church she went to in a not-so-great part of town, The church was really pretty good and I was willing to go because it meant so much to her.
I found out one of the truly amazing things about her when we first started to play with each other. One day after making out for what seemed like forever, I slid my hand down her flat toned stomach and into her sweet mound of thick curly hair. I found her labia and worked her clit for a while until she was really heated up. Then I tried to move my middle finger inside of her. That's when I felt the entrance to her vagina. I swore for a second I thought
"she must be a virgin!" No, really!
She was wet enough, but man she was much much tighter than any vagina I had ever felt before. She just smiled up at me when she caught the look in my eye.
"It's ok sweetly, it all just for you. Just be gentle until I open up" Nichole said with a devilish smile while pushing my hand that was between her legs further up inside of her. She moaned as my finger went deeper. She sensed that I was apprehensive so she took the initiative and slowly drove my finger deep inside of her herself instead of waiting for me. She let out a long sigh as I felt the walls of her pussy clamped down on my finger like a living vise! Needless to say I had a great time introducing my little friend to that wonderful pussy, but I took a long time to get all 7 inches of my fairly thick cock into that sweet tight place. Once she was loosened up we had sex all the time! Man was she insatiable! We had sex like crazed monkeys all the time. Nichole found a huge release from the tensions of life with sex. She was definitely a sexual beast, but she was always in charge. She never likes to be dominated. She did not like doggy style or really any submissive position. While she gave head like a champ she would never swallow or let me cum on her, not even her wonderful tit's! I could live with the trade off as she loved sex more than I did!
Most everything else was going great, so after only two weeks I suggested she move in with me. I know it was crazy, but she was very sexually and intellectually intoxicating and besides she needed a place to live.
In the beginning, we worked well together and cohabitating was easy, as it is in most new relationships. I let her take an extra room in my house for an art studio and even started to help her out financially. She wanted to go back to art school, so I said that if she covered the tuition I would cover the rent.
Things went along well for a while but then a little voice in the back of my mind, that tried to warn me that something wasn't quite right, began to speak louder. She was acting more and more erratic and irrational. I was beginning to find out more and more about what lay underneath. She had a hard time concentrating on one thing in her life and making that one thing work for her. One day she wants art school, the next she wants to sell art only and not waste time in school. I was beginning to think that there must be something more than what I am witnessing to account for her strange behavior. I had no idea at the time about her mother and how messed up she really was.
I might have guessed from the reason that she loved to be spanked so much and so often. I still remember when she asked me to spank her for the first time. We were lying in bed, a little worn out from a fairly rough sex session, when she all of a sudden flipped over on her stomach and crawled over my lap.
"I want you to spank me sweety, please," she said turning her head to look back at me. She had a thin smile on her face but seemed happy enough.
"What, you can't be serious!" I said.
"I know you want to and I need a good spanking. I have been a bad girl", she said.
"You're right I have wanted to from the first time I saw your ass, you are awesome," I said.
I started to spank her, but she almost immediately told me to spank her harder. I was afraid that I might hurt her, but she assured me that it was ok.Then she told me to berate her for not doing things that she should be doing. My hand was getting tired and her ass was bright red by the time she told me to stop. There were tears in her eyes and she hugged me and told me that she would be better, she promised.
"Honey, you don't need me to spank you. We can work it out." I said genuinely concerned.
"No honey, you don't understand I need to be spanked. It's just how it is, please please do not make me explain", She said with a very sad teary face.
"Ok, I will let it be for now." Was all I could come up with at that moment. I was struggling with mixed emotions. After a while when things began to slip it did feel great to spank the hell out of her ass, after all the crappy, crazy things she had done.
What was strange was that she seemed to treat the spankings like a redemption and then just go back to acting in the same was as she always had done.
We had several fights over the next few months that got worse and worse. I was getting fed up and she knew it. She was really scared now and I knew that she really did want to stay, but her craziness was getting the better of her.
I was like she needed someone to control her, but the only time she would release any control was during her spankings. I tried to talk to her about the spankings, but she would not talk about it. I thought at the time that I was probably getting to something very painful in her past. What was I going to do? I was fed up, but I really loved her, or what I thought was love.
The day of reckoning came after a morning fight.
"I want to you leave Nichole. It's just not getting any better, we have tried many things but nothing as worked" I said with a truly sorry look in my face.
"No, please, please don't throw me out. I will be better I promise. You'll see. I can't live without your support and love! Please!" Nichole said in between sobs.
"Nichole, we have been down this road before. Look around this house. It's a pig sty, you're supposed to clean, but you never do. You're supposed to cook and do laundry because I am supporting you while you are going to school, Oh I forgot, when you actually do go to school! I am late for work as it is and I cannot afford to be late again. We can talk about this some more when I get home, but think very hard about what I said and mean Nichole, think very hard!" I said in a huff. She seemed like she was on the edge of a nervous breakdown.
She mumbled "I will change, I will not let you down" more to herself than me. She had a blank stare in her eye. It was a little scary.I was now on the verge of being late. I left fully pissed off at the whole situation. I turned and ran out the door hoping that I would make it to work on time and at the same time I was very worried about Nichole.
The work day went by blessedly quickly as this was the busy time at work. Nichole had not tried to contact me as she usually does when we have a fight. I was hoping that she would see reason and I would not have to work too hard to get her to leave. I really could see no way out of this situation. She was unfortunately NUTS, but she was so intoxicating that I found it hard to face reality. Now it the jig was up. She had to go. With this resolve I pulled into the driveway, dreading the next steps I was forced to make.
I opened the door and was totally surprised to see a sparkling clean house! Not just cleaned but polished.
"Hello sweety!" Nichole said.
I was so shocked by the look of the place that I did not resist her coming up to me and laying a huge sloppy kiss on me. She must have worked very hard all day to get the place as polished clean as it looked. I was totally, absolutely shocked. I kissed her back, but by face was still stern.
