The Stalker: Visit One, Day Three - Sex Stories

The Stalker: Visit One, Day Three

... neatly, or put them in a hamper.” Sally put the very tiny clothes back on. Feeling even more embarrassed than this morning that this was all she was wearing. She almost preferred naked. Mike stood in front of her and watched her face as he put his hand down under first one boob then the other to pull them all the way out. He used more pressure than necessary on each and Sally yelped. “Ow!, Sir. That hurts.” Mike looked her in the eye “You need to learn to process your pain. Breathe deeply while I massage both your breaths, try not to make any noise, but if you do make it the quietest you can. Let’s try this for 30 seconds.” And Mike dug in deep causing water to pool in the lower part of Sally’s eyes but she tried to breathe, she let out a hiss here and there and when he applied more pressure she exclaimed, but all in all better than her yelling about it. “Okay that was good we will work on it more. Put your hands behind your back, on the small of your back.” When she had placed them there he put his hand on top of hers and guided her to a standing position and let her walk with him leading to the dining table. “Sit down and eat, when you are finished, clear your place, put the dirty dishes in the sink and come to me in the living room. Assume position two in front of me, hold position until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir, I understand.” “Okay good.” Mike left. This was a test. He was in the room where the front door was she would never make it, but he ...

... wanted to see if she would obey without him in the room lording over her. He listened to the sounds of her eating, then putting her dishes away. He picked up his book and pretended to be reading, but he was waiting and sure enough she came in front of him, assumed the position and waited. He ignored her or let her think he was ignoring her, and continued to read and watch her for ten minutes. She did not falter. Mike put down the book and continued to stare at her openly now she looked straight ahead with obvious concentration. Mike reached over and grabbed a breast and twisted. Oh yes they were sore. Sally screamed in surprise and pain, Mike smiled. “Shhh I am done, bitch calm down, that is not even the one that got it the worst. If you had misbehaved you would be feeling more pain in that area, but you were very good so they shall get a break until after dinner.” Sally started and looked at him, “Sir? After dinner? Why Sir? I have been good Sir.” Mike was a bit displeased that she spoke up but decided to let it slide. He blamed the severity of the weekend—It must be interfering with her ability to reason He put a nipple in his hand. “Sally? Look at me. Good. Now listen. You are never to question me. You belong to me. You will experience pain when I want you to and you will experience pleasure when I want you to, sometimes for my pure pleasure and sometimes to punish and train you. You will endure, you will thank, and you will be respectful of the time I am putting into your ...