I Want To Be Your Slave - Sex Stories

I Want To Be Your Slave

... guile at his disposal to manipulate the object of his desire. He may not even be beyond forcing himself on a woman." "But you'd never do that!" "I hope not, but given the right provocation, you never know what a man might be capable of. Would you think I might ever strike a woman?" Maria looked horrified, "You'd never do that, you're the kindest gentlest man there is." "Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I have indeed struck a woman. An paramour of mine, one day she was a total bitch to me and in the evening was feeling guilty. We were in bed, and she asked me to 'fuck me so it hurts'. I did have a little trouble fitting and if I weren't careful I could hurt her. I refused, but she knew me well enough to anger me. Eventually she angered me so much I slapped her, hard, and did as she asked. Its probably the most erotic thing I've ever done, I relived the moment many times for years after. Though, you really should not mix sex and anger, its dangerous." A wide eyed Maria asked. "But where's the consent? You never consented to the act, you were forced into it. She must have been one evil teef." I was taken aback. I'd never considered that aspect. "Hmm ... I've never thought of it like that, maybe you're right, intellectually. I never felt victimised, as I said I enjoyed it. When the little brain takes over, you never know what happens. She wasn't that bad, she had her ups and downs, incidentally she was a Yoruba." I didn't actually know Maria's ethnicity, but I guessed she ...

... was from somewhere nearby. "Well that explains it then, what would you expect from a Yoruba." "Maria!" I was quite shocked. "Don't you know better than to make judgements like that. Haven't you had enough of people judging you on the colour of your skin, and now you're judging someone on their tribe. You don't know the girl!." My tone was very stern, Maria cringed. "I'm sorry Stephen. I should know better, can you forgive me. But, it was Yoruba who sold my mother into slavery." She spat. That was a development I wasn't quite prepared for. "She would be as horrified as you by that, you don't know her." I tried to get back to my original plan as an introduction for another practical lesson. I said sternly. "I might forgive, but I think you should be punished." "Kay", she said meekly. I sat on the edge of the bed and motioned her to lay over my lap. Head down, her magnificent bottom faced me, it was almost a shame to abuse such a magnificent creation. I thought I could persuade myself. I fondled her bum, and then with no warning delivered short sharp slap. Maria let out a little "yip" but remained in place. I fondled her bum some more, and slapped her some more, harder and harder. A few more yelps. I fondled her bum some more and then moved down to her sex, it was still dripping wet as it had been most of the evening. "Ooh" a little moan escaped her. Then I touched her clit. There was an explosion, bucking hips she was obviously coming, I hadn't expected that. Then she went limp. ...