Warning: This story contains extreme humiliation and degradation.
Read, only if you are comfortable with this theme. Thanks.
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"Something isn't right," she said to herself at the door and withdrew her hand from the doorknob. There was no strange sign at the door or the front of the house, but there was a strange feeling. Her gut feeling dashed a flickering red light at her. "What is it?" she asked herself again and gently returned her hand on the knob before inserting the key into the keyhole.
Riona had been away for two days at her mum's and was supposed to remain there for at least four more days before she'd return. She and Ellis spoke on phone this morning for twenty minutes, but throughout the conversation, she didn't mention to him she'd come back today. Ellis had been seeing Lowri for ten weeks, unknown to Riona. It started as random sex at a late-night party that Ellis attended without Riona, but after that night, Ellis and Lowri discovered they had more in common than a pair of blue British eyes.
Since Ellis and Lowri started an affair, they had not been able to have sex more than twice, apart from the first sex, because Riona is the dominant type of woman. They didn't start off as a proper BDSM couple, but she dominates Ellis so easily, and with time, they grew into power play. Her past boyfriends have always been the submissive type, even if they don't consciously identify as that kind of man, she can access and tell, and that's one major criterion that must be checked before she'd agree to date anyone.
Being a girl in her prime, and a beautiful one at that, her physical assets draw a large pool of men to her, large enough to leave one or two men that scale through her specific dating requirements.
At five-foot-six, she stands proud and confident about her athletic body, well-toned muscles, green eyes and wavy red hair. Today, she's looking as beautiful as ever, on a black top that ends around her navel, sleeves reaching midway between her elbows and wrists. Downwards, she's on red bell-bottoms matching the shade of her hair, altogether looking impeccably stunning.
Back at home, Ellis was glad he had the house and his time to himself and asked Lowri to come over, but unknown to them, Riona was back home, at the door, about to crack down on them like a one-man SWAT team. Or rather, a one-woman SWAT team.
She turned the key and quietly opened the door, and as soon as she did, heard what the disturbance in her mind was about.
Moaning sounds.
Lowri knelt at the edge of the bed, facing away from Ellis and arching so darn well like a porn star. Her heels bordered Ellis' thighs as he thrust deep into her, pounding her with all his strength, they both, moaning in a symphony, sweet music that was about to turn sour.
In that position, they were both facing away from the door, lost in pleasure and moans, they didn't notice Riona had joined the room. Furious Riona.
She locked the door first before reaching for the bullwhip.
Whooopp!!
The lash split Ellis' back in halves and he jumped out of Lowri's warm pussy. Precum dripped from the tip of his dick as he stretched his hands behind his back, trying to rub spots his hands couldn't reach. "For how long have you been doing this?" she furiously asked.
Lowri turned around, fidgeting. Seeing she'd fucked with the wrong girl, in addition to feeling ashamed, she got scared.
"Hey, don't you dare!" Riona warned her sternly. "Don't!" She wanted to reach for her clothes and cover her nakedness, but Riona forbade it. An athletic, fit body wielding a whip? Surely someone to be feared. Lowri recoiled back into the pose of a scared little kitten.
Riona whipped Ellis six more times, stamping long red lines across his chest, on his back, on his thighs and his cheating ass. "Get on your knees, bastard!"
As Ellis went down on his knees, so did his erection. The mighty man of valour that was pumping Lowri's pussy moments ago now hung low, distressed, confused, ashamed, conquered, by dominance and a whip.
Turning her face on Lowri and seeing her shivering on one spot hit her differently. All of a sudden, her heart made space for some little compassion on this cute British girl with shiny blue eyes, staring at her with a pale face. There's no need fighting this girl, she reasoned.
She's naturally a gentle soul, but seeing Ellis obey Riona and go on his knees did more than enough to communicate who's the boss in this room. Her dear Ellis is on his knees, eyes teary, body marked with stripes, all within five minutes of Riona's entrance into the room. The best she could do for herself was to calm down and appease the Boss.
"Please, Ma'am, forgive me," Lowri begged softly, her voice piercing through Riona's soul.
"How old are you?"
"I'm nineteen."
Her age, demeanour, the fearful trembling... Everything about her at this moment spelt 'cute and submissive.'
Riona drew closer to her, with the whip.
"Please, forgive me," she reiterated, the words dropping gently from her mouth like drops of cold water draining off a pipe.
