Pain slut - second half - Sex Stories

Pain slut - second half

... several minutes of this, he pulled his cock out and went around to my face. I looked up and saw his slimy prick in front of my mouth, so I did the proper thing and sucked it clean. He delighted in this and returned his cock to my ass to get another coating of butt slime for me to clean off again. This was repeated several times, to my delight. I loved sucking his dirty cock clean.

He then got more lube on his hand and began working several fingers into my rectum. His cock was back in my cunt by this time. I could not tell how many fingers he had in me, but between both holes I was filled with him. Eventually I could tell he had his entire fist in my ass. I couldn’t believe I could accommodate it, as he shoved his fist in and out of me. I felt a finger stroking my clit with one hand as he fisted me with the other. I unexpectedly had another mind-blowing orgasm. He kept his fist inside me until I was done quivering, then he slowly pulled it out. He came around to my face with his cock in his hand and feverishly jacked off. His cum shot out and I felt his sperm blast onto my face. I valiantly tried to capture some of his jizz as it dripped past my lips. Then, he shoved his dick in my mouth, and I sucked it until he went soft.

I slept in his bed with him that night, as had become our regular practice. Then I got up on Sunday, dressed and kissed him goodbye. My Dom looked depressed and lonely as I broke our embrace. I looked into his eyes and told him I was looking ...

... forward to seeing him again next Saturday. He smiled. Something had changed in my Dom. The evil persona was gone. I did not know if this was good or not.

Chapter 8 - The last Saturday as a slave

I had a busy week. I had found a job and was quickly learning the ropes of what I needed to do. It was very fulfilling to be a productive person and I enjoyed making the effort to get the job done well. By the end of the week, I was ready for a break, and my Saturday night session with my Dom was exactly what I needed.

I showed up, and knocked on his door, and he invited me in as if we had never had the “strip first” requirement. He handed me a glass of fine wine and we began catching each other up on our past week, just like lovers might. Not like a Dom and a Slave. It was nice.

My Dom was a very handsome man, who was probably two decades older than me. And he had an important career with many financial successes. But this evening he spent a lot of time telling me that all his successes did not match what he had discovered by meeting me. He began to tear up as he looked into my eyes. He said he no longer wanted to beat me or give me pain. He told me that he wanted to stop being my Dom. He told me he loved me. He wanted me to marry him.

Needless to say, I was dumbfounded. It never occurred to me that anyone would ever want me as a girlfriend, lover or anything that was respectable. My stepfather told me I was trash and that I needed to be treated as such. My Dom felt ...