Introduction to Part 2, by Ryane
When I read the first chapter I was amazed. I could hear the hairbrush hitting my round bottom and I could feel salty tears running down my face. The excitement I was feeling was delicious. I was so turned on. I got so wet, and then I remembered that only filthy slutty girls let their wetness drip. I delicately cleaned my self with my fingers and then licked my fingers clean. I always enjoy the way I taste.
I have been a very bad girl. I always try to listen and adhere to standards, but it is very hard for me. I can only imagine for those of you who are always good, life must be dull. The submission here is not about the strength of the master. It is about the will and the strength of the submissive to want to please. We, as the submissive, have the true power because no matter how "good" we are, we will always end up happily receiving the punishment we want and know that it is well deserved.
Willful disobedience is always frowned upon. There are times that it cannot be helped. The feisty and defiant nature of a submissive will shine through. With that, beauty and grace of their submission shines through. It is always the submissive's fault when their dominant ultimately falls. As it should be. We have what our masters want. Every orifice tight and accessible.
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Ryane was losing track of how long she was in the dark. At first, the vibrator in her pussy felt great, and she had even had another orgasm, but now it was starting to become uncomfortable. How long was he going to keep her alone, in the dark, with a vibrator in her cunt and asshole?
At least the vibrator in her ass wasn't uncomfortable. He had told her to purchase it specifically for insertion there, and had demanded that she begin using it while she masturbated. She would be required to tell him about how she came with her fingers, while the little bullet vibe was buzzing away in her. She had to admit it was a good orgasm. She was used to the little vibrator by now.
Her ass was still on fire from the beating with the hairbrush, and her inner thighs were also still throbbing from the belt a little bit, but not as much. Her mind drifted to next Monday at work, she hoped she wasn't going to be too sore while she sat at her desk. She prayed that she wouldn't sit funny, causing her co-workers to ask themselves why Ryane was sitting in such an unusual way.
She wondered what his cock looked like- she'd been blindfolded while he had slowly fucked her mouth, resting his belly on her nose and forehead. His stomach was a little hairy, and had tickled her nose a little bit. He'd been gentle, fucking her with strong and smooth motions, taking his time, getting used to the mouth he had at his disposal. It seemed as if he was interested in probing every last bit of her mouth with his cock, investigating it. She wished he would come back in and do that some more.
The door opened, and he turned on the lamp by her bed. He wasn't saying anything yet. He ran his fingers lightly over the welts he had caused, and then slowly pulled the vibrator out of her asshole. It slid out easily, with almost a pop at the end, and her muscle spasmed once or twice in the absence of the vibrator that had been in for so long. He slid the vibrator out of her cunt as well.
Is he going to fuck me now,
she wondered, but instead he was loosening her ankle restraints, and then he moved up to her wrists, and undid those. He removed the gag, but not the blindfold.
She could feel his weight as he lay down beside her; she curled up into a ball and turned to face him. Finally he spoke.
"That was very good, Ryane," he told her, kissing her lips, and her face. She kissed him back, and tried kissing where she thought he would be as well. "Good discipline. I think you'll make a fine little slut servant.
"Come over here," he said gently, and pulled the blindfold off. He led her off the bed, and onto the floor, where he had her rest on her knees. She sat there like that while he unbuttoned his shirt, and put it on the bed. He'd already removed his shoes and socks while drinking wine in her living room and looking over her books. His belt had already been taken off for whipping her; it lay on the floor by the wall.
He kept his eyes focused on her the whole time. He slipped his pants and underwear off. Finally, she saw his cock. It was only about halfway erect, and she thought that she knew what to do about that, what he wanted, and she moved forward a little to suck him into her mouth. He liked her mouth, he'd told her. He'd told her the only reason men ever listened to what came out of it was for the chance that she'd put their hard cocks in her mouth, and that she'd suck them off, and swallow their cum.
But he stopped her. He reached over and handed her the bottle of lubricant.
"Put this onto my cock with your hands. Make me hard with them. Use a lot of lube, slut."
She could do this. It didn't take much to get his cock hard. She liked it. She liked the feeling of it slicked up in her hands. She liked the little drop of pre-cum that she was able to coax out of it.
"Turn around and put your knees on the towels," he commanded.
When did he put those there?
He had folded up two of her towels at some point, and she put her knees on them as ordered.
"Keep your knees on the towels, and place your head on the floor." She did as ordered. She was completely exposed, but for what? Was he going to whip her again? Or fuck her?
He walked over to her, and crouched down after putting one hand on either side of her derriere. He pressed the head of his cock against her anus.
So it's going to be my little asshole,
she thought.
