Hank felt the tension in her body drain from her as she lay across his legs. What little fight and resistance she had remaining in her was gone. When he had turned her over his knee, it was only intended to be a playful gesture between them. What he failed to see was the frame of mind Jean was in as a result of the previous nights gangbang. She had been taken and used by a group of men that she had freely given herself to physically. But it was through that physical experience that a psychological barrier had been broken down. As the evening wore on and her body was filled with one cock after another, it became clear to Jean that she truly and completely belonged to Hank. Her own self-identity became lost to this man who possessed her in a way that she hadn't known was possible. Now his spanking her ass, as he was, only served to solidify her complete submission to him.
He stopped spanking and listened to her sobbing softly as she lay limp over his legs. Hank began to gently stroke her ass sliding his fingers in the crack of her ass and down the valley between her legs. Jean's sobs turned into moans when his fingers came into contact with her swollen cunt lips. His fingers stroked the length of her slit softly. The heat radiating from her cunt felt like it was on fire. Hank marveled at how soaked she was. His middle finger grazed over the hardening nub of her clit, causing Jean to groan with a deepening need. "OOOOHHHHH!! Didn't you do enough to me last night?" she asked almost crying, her hair hanging in her face as Hank held her in place.
The smile on Hank's face went unseen by Jean. "No! Never! You're starting to learn what it means to belong to me. Get used to it bitch! This is your life now!" He slipped his middle finger inside her cunt and played with the walls of her pussy as Jean squirmed laying across his legs. Jean spread her legs just enough to allow Hank's hand easier access.
"Please don't stop! Don't stop!" she whimpered as her body built toward exploding. Her body had never been worked as it had just ten hours before. Now Hank was pushing her again, and creating within her a need that she was beginning to dislike even as she craved it. 'This must be what an addict struggles with,' she thought to herself as Hank played with her pussy.
"I'm not stopping bitch!" Hank slipped his index finger inside her pussy, along with his middle finger. Jean pushed back against his fingers, trying to get more of them inside her. He began to rub the outer ring of her sphincter with his thumb. Jean gasped as he slowly slid his thumb inside her ass until it was fully inserted. "Mmmmmmmmm! UGH! UGH!" she began to grunt as Hank began to finger fuck her ass and cunt simultaneously. Hank fucked her holes with a steady pace until Jean was panting from her impending orgasm. Hank pulled his fingers out of her and lifted her by her hair. Jean slid off his lap and onto the floor, on her knees, unable to stand because she was too weak. Hank then yanked her head back till she was looking up at him. "You know what to do!" he said looking down at her.
Jean untied his robe and opened it. His cock was already rock hard She opened her mouth and devoured his meat like a hungry bitch. Since he hadn't had the chance to shower yet, Jean could taste the stale sex on his meat from the night before. Hank gripped her head a little tighter than usual as it bobbed up and down on his shaft. He looked down at her as she salivated all over his cock, trying her best to give him all the pleasure she could. He pushed a strand of her hair out of her face and spoke to her. "I think it's time we take this to a whole new level. A level where my domination of you is complete and all encompassing. A domination that most people wouldn't understand or approve of. A domination that would require your complete and unquestioned submission and obedience. Do you understand what I'm talking about bitch?" Hank pulled her head off his cock so she could respond.
Jean gasped as she tried to catch her breath. "Yes! I understand!"
"You will address me as Master or Sir from this point on when we're in private! Do you understand bitch?" Hank said with all seriousness.
"Yes Master!" Jean replied without hesitation. "I understand!"
"Good bitch!" Hank smiled as he caressed the side of her face.
"Master, may I say something?" Jean asked with a submissiveness that seemed to come naturally to her.
"Of course my tender slut. What is it?"
"Master," she hesitated not knowing exactly how to say what she wanted to say. "I've wanted this since I first met you. I've wanted to give myself to you because I . . . ." she started to cry. She had never felt like she belonged anywhere or with anyone before she met Hank. She had never felt a sense of peace and security like she did with Hank. Hank made her feel secure in who she was as a woman. And with that security came a feeling of liberation she had never known before either.
Hank finished her sentence for her. "Because you trust me?"
Jean shook her head as the tears streamed down her face. "Yes!"
Hank smiled again. "Good! I'm glad you trust me! I promise I'm going to take care of all your needs and desires. I also promise I'm going to drive you in ways you've never imagined before. You're going to serve me as my slut and whore, and I'm going to take care of you in every way. I'll never open you up to harm or humiliate you. But I am going to own you as completely as any man can own a woman. Do you have any questions?"
Jean sat there for several seconds thinking through all that Hank had just said. Then a faint smile crept across her lips. "Just one master. How may I serve you?"
Hank squeezed her head as he pulled it back into his groin. "Suck on those balls for awhile."
Jean went to work sucking and licking his sack with a new found enthusiasm. As she did, Hank reached over her head and opened his laptop again. He began a search for the toys and tools needed for a BDSM lifestyle. He'd done some reading on the subject in years past. The lifestyle had never interested him before. He had always thought it bizarre and strange. But that was before he'd met Jean. He chuckled to himself how she had changed him on this issue and wondered how she'd affect him in other ways in the years to come. He found several websites that sold many of the items he was looking for.
Jean reached up and grabbed his stiff cock and stroked it gently as she continued to suck on his nut sack.
Hank slapped her hand away. "Just your mouth bitch! Just your mouth!" He then returned to his internet search. He discovered there was a huge store about an hours drive from their place, out in the suburbs, and they were open till midnight on Saturdays. "That's where we'll go this afternoon!" he said to no one as he closed his laptop. He sat back and enjoyed the bathing his balls were receiving from Jean's mouth. He could let her do this all day. And there may come a day when he does just that. But not today. He lifted Jean's head off his cock, and then stood, lifting her with him by her hair.
Jean moaned softly as Hank stood and lifted her by the hair. There was something inside her that craved that feeling of domination and control she felt whenever Hank grabbed her by the hair and guided her to do whatever he wanted from her. Even though she had never verbalized this to him, Hank had picked up on her need for it. He gladly accommodated her whenever he could.
He led her over to the couch and leaned her body over the back of it. Jean's hair fell into her face again as it was almost buried in the back cushions of the couch. "Spread your legs bitch!" Hank ordered her as he kicked her feet apart with his foot. Jean spread her legs a little. "Further!" Hank kept kicking her feet apart gently until he had them spread to the point that her body was resting on the back of the couch. Jean grunted as the weight of her body pushed on her diaphragm, making it hard for her to breathe.
Hank laid one hand on the small of her back, not that she had to be held in place. while he took his cock in the other. He then rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit focusing most of his attention on her swollen clit. Her pussy was so wet there was no friction at all between his cock and her flesh. No matter how many times he'd taken her, Hank was always amazed at how wet she got when he played with her body. She was a woman with a lot of pent-up needs. Hank was determined to bring everyone of them out of her and exploit them to their mutual enjoyment. "Damn! You are soaked bitch!" he groaned. He concentrated his efforts on her clit, causing Jean to scream as her face was buried in the back of the couch.
