She climbs into the passenger seat and I shut the door behind her. I make my way to the around the truck, climb into driver's seat and shut the door. As I reach over her to get her seatbelt, she strokes my hair and kisses the back of my neck. Buckling her in place, for a moment, we are face-to-face.
"I love you," she says.
"I know."
I start the truck and take off. On the ride home, neither of us speaks. I touch her face and she responds by pressing her face into my hand.
Pulling into the garage, I park and help her out of the truck. As we walk, like a small child seeking reassurance, she takes my hand.
"Are you ok?"
"Yes," she says, which fails to convince me.
On opening the front door, we both head upstairs and she curls up on the bed. She holds herself tight as if her life depended on it.
"Get up. No sulking."
She gets up and stands in front of me. Turning her around, I begin to unlace her corset. Monique must have helped her with it. She would not have been able to lace it this tight. Peeling the corset from her body reveals a lattice imprint beautifully running down her back. With my fingers I feel the red embossed lines etched into her pale skin, tracing my fingers from her shoulders to the top of her ass.
"Remove your heels."
She complies by kicking them off.
I grab her latex pants by waist and pull them down around her ankles. Her ass is red and welted from my belt. I help her step out of the pants. Turning around to face me, her arms are folded tight across her breast. She has closed herself off to me.
"Go ready the shower. I will be there in a moment."
She disappears into the bathroom and I hear the shower door slide open as the water comes on.
At some point I hope that she gets it. This need she has to be the center of attention to people who don't know her or value her. Seen strictly as a piece of meat, the adoration of the unknown. The boys at the club this evening, they flocked to her but all they wanted was a piece of her. In the past, this unspoken need got her in trouble. It is odd, but she must be stripped of her misguided sense of self-worth in order for her to realize that she is important and worthy of love and happiness.
She must come to understand that I will give her all the freedom she needs. However, she has to prove to me she can handle it. I need to trust her to take care of her safety: both physical and emotional. She needs to set priorities- school, relationships, and play, and follow through on the commitments she makes.
This woman has all the quality I desire, with all the spirit and pleasure that one would hope for. The goal is break the pony so she can be controlled without destroying the spirit. I want her to be good girl and an empowered woman, so that we can both enjoy the spirited girl.
I strip and walk into the bathroom. She is in the shower, just standing with the water running down her back. I step in behind her and shut the shower door.
"Are you ok?" Again I ask.
"Yes. I'm fine," she replies.
Taking the shampoo bottle, I pour some onto her head and begin washing her hair. With my fingers deep into her hair, against her scalp, she rolls her head into my hands.
"Tilt your head back."
With her head tilted back, I take the showerhead by the handle and begin to rinse.
As I finish rinsing her hair, she begins sobbing. Not cries of disappointment, but that hurt soul kind of crying, the one of true pain. She moves forward into me. Putting my arms around her, I can feel her body quiver and convulse as she holds on to me. She looks up at me with her reddened eyes full of tears.
"I think am ready to let you in," she says, as snot running from her nose mixes with spit and tears, stringing across her lips.
"You do care about me. It is not just lust or fucking with you, is it?"
"Why do you ever doubt me?"
"Because it is safer then believing and being hurt."
"What does it mean to let me in?"
"I will quit pushing you away and fighting you."
"Are you certain?"
"Yes. I just want to be happy with you."
"That is really all I have ever wanted for you. Whether with me or someone else."
"Yes. I want to be happy. I want you to rape me, beat me, fuck me, use me; there is nothing I will not give you. I am your slut and your girl."
I kiss her on the lips.
"Get up."
With her standing, I pour body wash onto her. I begin washing her body: her breast, waist, shoulders, her back and ass, between her legs. When she is all soaped up, I rinse her off.
"Put out your hand."
I pour body wash into her hand.
"Now wash me."
She begins by washing my chest and shoulders. I turn and she washes my back and ass. Facing her, she grabs my cock with her soapy hands and begins to stroke it. Carefully she washes my balls and then my legs. I take the showerhead and rinse off.
I turn off the water and open the shower door and grab two towels. I hand her one and she begins to dry off. I step out of the shower.
"I want you to blowdry your hair, then put it in a ponytail. I will be waiting in the bedroom for you."
I finish drying off, pull on a pair of boxer-briefs and return to the bedroom. Opening the closet, I retrieve the items I will need for this evening: flogger, cane, rope, lube, butt plug, ring gag, bag of clothespins, and vibrator. With the items laid out behind me, I sit, waiting for her, on the edge of the bed.
The blow dryer goes silent and she appears from the bathroom. She walks over to me. Wrapping my legs around her, I pull her in close to me. She places her head on shoulder and hugs me.
"Are you certain you want to completely surrender to me?"
"Yes. I am not doing the best of jobs managing my life."
"That is not the point."
"You do have my best interests at heart. This I know."
"Always."
"I don't trust myself. But, I do trust you."
"I will not let you down."
I pull her back by the ponytail and look her in the eyes. She wipes away her tears.
Forcefully I take her by her torso, position her across my lap. With my leg over her thighs and my left hand on the back of her neck, I hold her down. Her instincts take over and she begins to resist. My cock hardens with her struggles and I deliver a violent strike on her ass.
With this strike, the struggle fades from her and she begins to cry. I deliver nine more hard strikes. Her ass is crimson in color and hot to the touch. I slide my hand between her legs; her pussy is wet and I slide my fingers deep inside her. Her tears are punctuated with moans.
"Sweetheart, get on your knees."
Withdrawing my fingers and releasing her from my grasp, I allow her to get on her knees. I don't have to tell her where to position herself; 'on your knees' can only mean one thing.
She looks up at me from between my legs.
"Hands behind your back."
She complies.
Pulling my cock from my briefs, her mouth opens as if a baby bird hungry for a rather veiny purple worm. She moves forward for my cock. I grab her by the ponytail and tease her.
"Stick out your tongue."
She sticks her tongue out as far as she can and I touch the tip of it with my cock. She struggles to get to my cock.
"Want my cock?"
"Yes. I want your cock, your cum. I want all you have for me."
I let go of her ponytail and my cock vanishes into her mouth. She fucks me with her mouth and throat and I can feel her struggle as it reaches the depth of her.
I grab her by the hair and pull her off of my cock. She struggles to keep her mouth on me.
"Please. I want your cock."
"No. Put your hands in front of you."
She complies.
With the rope, I secure her wrists together.
"Come on, get up." As I stand up.
She stands and I pull her by the rope. I position her in front of the right bedpost at the foot of the bed. I toss the rope over the lintel that spans the bedposts. With the rope I pull her arms above her head to the point where she is barely flat footed on the floor.
Standing in front of her, I squeeze her breast as I look into her eyes. She is so beautiful. As I kiss her, her tongue licks the inside of my mouth. I begin rolling her nipple in my fingers as she presses her hips into me. The sensual rolling slowly becomes a light pinch and then a hard pinch. She struggles to take the pinch. I pull away from our kiss.
"You are not going to yelp are you?" I ask as the pinch turns to twist.
She lunges for me and kisses me even harder. I let go of her nipple. Her breathing is deep and steady as she processes the sensation.
Seizing her by the throat, I slide my hand between her legs, insert my fingers inside her and lift her onto her toes.
"You have become my favorite toy."
I retrieve the ring gag from the bed.
"Please, I don't want the gag."
"You said there was nothing you wouldn't do."
She struggles as I place the gag on her and secure it around her head.
