The Stalker: Visit One, Day Three - Sex Stories

The Stalker: Visit One, Day Three

... out. He walked to the other side of the room close to the front door looking at his watch. Five minutes would hardly be enough time for him to get himself together. He was mad, and he did not like playing games angry. He used anger for punishment and could take playtime too far if he was angry ( he had before with other partners and they were consenting), but she had ruined the playtime, and here he thought he had her better trained. He took some deep breaths, and watched her try to regain some part of herself to get through the rest of the game, she was going to play, she would learn, she was his toy, they games were his, she did not dictate any part of the play. “Five minutes toy, what do you want next?” “Please Sir, fuck my face, please.” She was kneeling trying to maintain position two and opened her mouth wide. Mike was fine with that, he stepped up grabbed her hair and moved her like a rag doll up and down his pole wondering if she had decided this was the lesser of the three evils? The thought made him smile as he pushed her all the way down and held her there. She was getting better at breathing through her nose; she was able to take it longer. Well good for her, a talent she would need. When time was up he pulled her back and asked again, this time she picked her tits. Ah such lovely things to brutalize. They were red and would probably be purple all over tonight. He was glad, she was going to need to remember him. The spanking of the tits was much quicker than five ...

... minutes less than a minute so he was surprised when she begged for her tits again. This gave him the opportunity to make sure the underside matched the top and sides. During the tit spanking she begged for it to stop promised to be good, but nope the game had to play out. Finally after face two more times and tits once more she finally picked her ass, that may have had to do with the fact that every blow had come down on the same tit in the same place, that one would ache for awhile. Even as the words came out of her mouth she assumed the position and Mike put the spoon down on the coffee table and was happy to oblige his bitch’s request. He forced himself inside her and drove in deep and fast. When the five minutes were up, he was a bit relieved the game was over he was getting tired too. “Good girl. Game over, come clean my cock, now.” His hand had never left her hair so he guided her mouth to his cock once again but let her go at it at her own pace. “You can stop when it is clean, pet” Sally finished and assumed her default position, she was so glad it was over, and confused about why it was over at the same time. Mike’s voice was cold as Sally knelt before him, he stroked her cheek looked into her eyes and asked. “Did my pet enjoy our game.” “No Sir. I did not enjoy the game.” “Ah you will come to love any game I allow you to play, now thank me for entertaining you.” “Sir?” “I took the time to play a game with you I want you to thank me just as you would for punishment, ...