Introduction to part 3, by Ryane
Upon reading the second chapter, I felt exhausted and spent. I had no idea what to expect, I was curious and concerned with what would happen to me. I felt as though I would loose myself in the pain, suffering and humiliation. The animalistic nature of the sex itself is what I often crave. That is not to say that I do not like making love, this just means I like to fuck and be fucked.
The unknowing of what will happen next always causes my heart to pound. It is the unknown that makes submission so ethereal. We all submit, at work, to the government, to children, to parents, to a spouse or significant other. But to choose your lover and that lover being able to provide the discipline that you crave is true ecstasy. Nothing equals the rush of being rewarded for adherence. The look in my dominants eyes when I am on my knees pleases me because I am making him happy.
I am still his equal in many ways. I will always be the mistress of my home. But his strength lies in my will to obey and submit to his will.
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The man who had just punished her, and tied her up, and fucked her ass savagely while she knelt with her head on the floor was leading Ryane out of her bedroom. She followed him in a post orgasmic bliss, her legs and ass still hot from the hairbrush and belt beating. Her lower back was still covered with his cum, and she wondered if any of it was dripping onto her floor. He'd informed her in an email- that's all the contact she'd ever had with him, before tonight- that his cum was never to be anywhere but on her, or inside of her. She'd already forgotten that, and had been forced to lick his semen up from her dirty bedroom floor. But if any was dripping on the floor now, he didn't seem to notice.
He led her into her kitchen, and poured a glass of wine for himself, and one for her. She took a grateful sip; he'd not allowed her any so far this evening. She was happy with the results of her Craigslist posting, she was happy with him. He was interesting, and she wondered what else he would force her to do in the future- would he take her out to a bar, and force her to suck someone else's cock in the parking lot, and then punish her for being a whore? Would he bring another woman by, and make Ryane serve the both of them, by making Ryane prepare dinner for the both of them, strictly naked? And then eat the other bitch's cunt and asshole out, and then tie her up, and lubricate his cock, and slip it into the other woman's ass and cunt with her hands? Would he make her watch him fuck another little slut, and clean up after them?
He wasn't saying. The two of them sipped their wine in her kitchen in silence.
Finally, he looked at her.
"You're disgusting, Ryane. Look at you. Sweaty, breathing hard, covered in my cum... I can't believe I put my cock in you. What a bitch you are."
She looked down. She didn't know what to say. She thought if she apologized, he would punish her for that. He'd told her he wasn't interested in excuses in an email. Silence was probably the best.
He pointed to a spot on her kitchen floor. "I mean, it's just dripping off of you while you stand here and drink wine. You're a disgusting whore. Get down there and clean that up with your whore tongue!"
Well, what does he expect would happen,
she thought, putting her glass of wine on the counter, and dropping to her knees. She licked up the spot on the floor.
"That's enough of that. You're filthy. Get up, and take me to your bathroom."
He told her to run the shower, and to make it hot. When it was, he told her to get her slut self into it, and that he would clean the whore out of her. He got into the shower with her.
He removed the showerhead from the bracket, and told her to face the wall, and put her hands up on it, and to spread her legs. The last order was accompanied with a couple of light slaps on her welts, and she complied.
"You're a nasty little bitch," he told her. "Letting me do that to you. I'm going to get you clean."
He ran the showerhead over her hair, and gently smoothed it back with his fingers. The water was run over her neck, and shoulders, moving down to her lower back, where he washed all of his semen off. He moved the water over her backside, where it stung where he had punished her.
It felt good to her. Her pussy was wet, and alive, and she wondered when he would do more than slap it.
He changed the showerhead to the massage setting, with the thicker streams. He removed her hands from the wall, and placed them on her backside. She guessed he wanted her to spread herself out- he seemed to enjoy making her do that- and she did so.
She had guessed correctly, and he placed the jets of water close to her asshole. This made her feel delirious. He moved the water over to her pussy, where it drilled into her inflamed clitoris, and back again. He did this for a few minutes.
"This filthy little pussy is mine for fucking now, Ryane," he told her, holding the showerhead to her clit.
His free hand descended onto her ass. She gasped, it stung. She was already very sore there. Work on Monday was going to be painful, sitting at her desk, her every move reminding her of her punishment and fucking.
"Ryane, I expect you to acknowledge what I tell you. I feel that you aren't paying close enough attention to what I'm telling you."
He slapped her ass a couple more times, still holding the water up to her pussy.
"This is my pussy for fucking."
She moaned, it felt good. "This is your pussy for fucking, sir."
"I'll fuck it when I want, and how I want. If it pleases me, I'll show up at your place, and bend you over, and fuck your pussy until I cum, and leave. I won't ask your permission."
"No sir. You won't ask me."
He moved the showerhead back to her anus, and slapped her again.
