I didn’t bother drying her off from the rain. I didn’t bother to give her a change of clothes. I was furious at her for abandoning me at her home and for making me frantically drive around to find her. My blood was boiling because she made me step out of the car in the middle of the rain and have to fight some hooligans because she was too dumb and managed to get into trouble.
There was also the fact that she had played with her pussy and had an orgasm without asking for permission. I could only shake my head in disappointment at how defiant she was and how much trouble she could get into in less than twenty-four hours. It was amazing how much chaos she could stumble into.
I took off my wet shirt and tossed it to the corner. I then slid off my pants and tossed them off too. As soon as my cock dangled out in the open I saw Natasha look down and away. That was not allowed, not at all.
Quickly I opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors and a long flogging tool. It was a leather whip with half a dozen ends. Without any warning I quickly cut off her jersey, shredding it before her eyes and letting the fabric fall to the ground. When she was finally fully naked I took a few steps back and immediately flogged her tits.
Snap!
“Ah! O-oh fuck!” she cried out in pain. Tears quickly welled in her eyes.
I wasn’t one to listen to her petty shouts and screams, not right now. I was going to punish her. To silence her I produced a red gag ball and forcefully shoved it into her mouth. I then took a moment to lock it in place. When she tried to speak or scream it just came out as a mere muffled moan and that was what I wanted to hear.
She looked back with me with sorrow in her eyes. I could see her regret and the apology she wanted to say. I could tell that she was desperate to tell me something – maybe she wanted to say sorry or that she was wrong about this deal.
I didn’t care. I just gripped the whip and flogged her again and again.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
The sound of the leather tips cracking against her soft and tender flesh was like music to my ears. Her muffled cries of agony became the accompaniments to my symphony. Tears freely flowed down her cheeks and I could see her looking back at me with hope I would stop.
I didn’t stop, of course, and continued to flog her until she was losing all her strength just to stay up on her feet. When I was finally done, her beautiful breasts were red and swollen in pain and I could see Natasha was drooling helplessly in her shackles.
When I finally took her down she collapsed weakly into my arms. I carried her off to a different corner of my dungeon, one where I could lay her down on her belly. There was a stockade as well and I quickly locked her neck in place. Afterwards, I bound her hands behind her back with rope I kept in a big bin.
My cock was hard and ready at this point. I had softened her body well enough and I knew she had no strength left to fight back. I then yanked on her hair hard, pulling with enough force to make her head lean back and her mouth to drop wide open.
As I did, I guided my cock through the folds of her juicy, wet pussy. It was in fact a little bit of a surprise to discover she was so wet between the legs.
She moaned and she cried as I slowly thrust my cock into her flesh. I didn’t give her the freedom to savor the moment, however, and yanked even harder on her hair. She yelped and barked like a dog, a bitch getting dominated on the street, and I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could.
I didn’t take a moment to let her rest. I didn’t let her enjoy how my massive meat shaft was plowing into her. I tore through her walls with furious anger.
When I was done, I shoved my cock in even deeper, not wanting to waste a single drop, and it was only after I was truly empty did I pull out.
By then I was fully exhausted. I knew she was too but I was nowhere near done with her. If she thought this was a game and that a BDSM life-style was just about cute cuffs and blindfolds, it was time I proved her wrong.
This was about toying with the edge and learning to trust one’s partner. She didn’t trust me this night and I was going to punish her for that.
Although I didn’t have the stamina to continue fucking her I did have that new vibrator. I filled it up with some hot water and eased it into her pussy. She cooed and shut her eyes when she felt the warm touch of the device as it slid through her folds.
Using the remote control that came with it I switched it on. Instantly, her eyes shot open and she began to drool and moan out loud as the pressure and overwhelming sensation of ecstasy flooded her mind. I didn’t turn it off, however, and instead removed her gag so I could shove my cock into her mouth and drown her with my cock and cum.
There was no easy way out for her. Even when she started to lavish the taste of my meat and vigorously lick my shaft, I wanted to make her cry for me. To do so, I wrapped my hand around her pretty little neck and squeezed. I choked her ever so lightly and each time I applied pressure her tiny throat would contract, squeezing my cock even more. The pleasure was so great that once again I exploded and now I blew my load deep in her mouth.
It was then that I saw the vibrator had done its job. She was soaking wet from her own orgasm.
When I looked into her eyes, I saw her desperation to please me. With big puppy eyes she pleaded for me to punish her further and I knew at that moment I had truly won her.
I looked up at Natasha and marveled how neatly these events had unfolded.
Not only did I save her financially but now she’d gratify for saving her from getting mugged, raped and killed. Her tender, submissive mind would do the rest for me.
My triumph was so succulent I couldn’t help but celebrate by fucking her over and over again that night, never stopping for rest. I pounded my cock into her until she finally lost control and lost consciousness.
When we were done and she was asleep on the floor, I took a collar and leash and made sure she was bound to the wall. I then cleaned myself up and went back to the bedroom to sleep.
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