Part 2 Peter Really Learns the Rules
After my ex-wife had been summarily fucked and dispatched from my apartment, her face painted with cum, by my new Dom, I lay in my office chair tied by a belt waiting for him to come play with me. I was elated by his treatment of her; though also jealous, I was happy with how he had abused and humiliated her, though I think she enjoyed it too.
But I was also glad he had dispatched her, so I could revel in his attentions all by myself. The door slammed shut, and I was sure he would be back with me momentarily. I tried to make myself as enticing as I could belted in my chair. I still had the dildo jammed up my ass. I held it in and wriggled my ass around hoping he'd be coming through the door to finish using me.
I heard the front door open and close and then silence. It was another twenty minutes before I heard the door open and close again, and him walking in my bedroom, where I still knelt tied to my chair. My ass filled by the big dildo, which I occasionally moved in and out slowly, but kept mostly pushed all the way in, as I waited, near-sobbing at the thought he may not return.
The time I waited was oddly extremely frustrating and wildly erotic. He'd said nothing before leaving me in this precarious position. It felt humiliating and exhilarating. I shivered with anticipation, as he walked back in. I half expected and desperately desired that he would pull the dildo out of my ass and shove that gorgeous cock back where it belonged. But he had just covered my ex-wife's face with a massive amount of cum, so may have needed recovery time.
I was facing away from the door; I didn't see him come into the room. He walked over to me with a confident stride carrying a tote bag.
"Aaah, my little faggot pet, Petey. Are you eager for me to finish using you tonight?"
"Oooh, yes, please, Noah!"
"That's one nasty fuckin' whore, your... uhm... wife!?"
"Uh, EX-wife..."
"Oh Yeah, that's right. You saw what that nasty cunt was ready to do for my cock, faggot? What will you let me do to you to get my big dick in you again, bitch?!"
"Huhmm... umm, anything... please!"
"I was going to wait to abuse you like this. But after coming so hard with your nasty wife, I'm gonna need to get a little rough with you; is that okay? would you like that?"
I couldn't explain it, but since the encounter in the gym and his apartment. I had felt a need to submit to this man. To cede control to him and let him take me, so I could please him. I had certainly been no ladies' man, but still thought of myself as straight. But now this behemoth of a man with his equally huge cock was driving me crazy with arousal. I wanted to be his... all his! I thought about it all the time, as I shoved a dildo in my mouth or ass.
Though he had been so gentle and tender with me the first time, the energy from him I felt most was connected to the fear I had always had of "real" men. I would do anything for him; for his pleasure, in fact, wanted him to abuse me. Not just that, but I felt I desperately needed it. I wanted to surrender my body to him, knowing how good he had already made me feel.
"Anything???"
"Yes, please! I want to feel whatever you want me to feel and give you pleasure."
He leaned over and kissed me with his bristly moustache tickling my nose, reminding me a real man was kissing me.
"Baby... I have to say... but you must already know... I like inflicting pain on my bitches. It pleases me. Do you want to please me like that, bitch?!"
He smacked my face sharply, but not very hard. I was mad with desire. It felt like a caress, and I wanted more of it. He pulled the belt strap behind me making me choke, holding my head up. I nodded and turned my face, so he could slap my other cheek. Doing so cost me a great deal of discomfort, but I wanted to accentuate my submission to him.
"Yes! Thank you!" I croaked with what little breath I had.
He slapped me, harder than before, and I nodded and turned my face again and thanked him. I slowly slithered the dildo in and out of my hole by rolling my hips. As he slapped me, I felt a shudder, like an electric shock that coursed through my body down to my genitals and asshole. He traced my red cheeks with his large fingers and kissed me tenderly.
"That's a good little bitch! Now, I know you are having trouble throating my cock. We need to work on that."
Out of the tote, he pulled what looked like a heavy-duty, stainless-steel dental retainer. He brought it up to my face for inspection.
"This spring-loaded spreader will open your mouth past your maximum, keep your teeth out of the way, and over time stretch out the jaw, so you can get more of my cock into your mouth and down your throat, faggot."
I was delighted to hear this. He demonstrated its force by pinching the ends together. It budged slightly, as he squeezed with his massive fingers. He pulled out a tiny screwdriver and turned first one side than the other and squeeze the device together. Now, it easily folded in half; he forced my mouth open and pushed it in flush with my teeth.
I could feel the pressure of the device. It had some give, but it was hard to close my mouth. He had me open wide as possible and turned the screws in my mouth, and I felt the device actively push my mouth further open and the give was minimal.
"Ahh, my pretty little Petey, what a good little faggot bitch you are going to be. I'm going to enjoy training and shaping you to fit my needs." He tenderly caressed my aching cheeks and kissed them.
"uuuhhhh, hhhuuu."
His praise filled my heart with pride and joy. I felt warm all over and I felt my reddened cheeks glowed radiantly, as I looked up at him making my eyes soft to show my subservience. I wanted more of that feeling of making him gratified with me and having him praise me.
"I know, I know, my pet. You want to be a good little bitch for me, yes?"
