Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Six - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Six

... again. If I choose to give you another chance to become my true submissive, I'll contact you," he said matter-of-factly.

"Master, can I clean up first," I asked.

"Get out NOW!" He exclaimed.

Tears of anguish began flowing from my eyes, and as I collected my things and slipped my raincoat over my abused body, I wondered if this was all worth it.

The rain was falling steadily as I walked out of his building. By the time I made it to my car, it had mixed with my tears, his thick cum, and soaked my hair. It hurt to sit, but I sat in the driver's seat, staring at the windshield as the raindrops obscured my view. I cried for a very long time. I found a rag between the seats and used it to wipe my face clean, keeping my lips closed tightly so I wouldn't have to endure the taste of him for a single moment.

Jerry had shown me his real personality tonight, a domineering satanic side that was nothing like the gentle, passionate, caring man I first met at O'Neil's. I wasn't so sure I liked his true personality. I felt demeaned, not by the way he treated me, hell that was to be expected, but by his use of the word, cunt hurt more than the six lashes he gave me for failing his submissive sexual test.

Yes, I have a cunt, and I love having it filled with a big throbbing rock-hard cock, but I am not a cunt. I'm a woman with feelings, needs, and emotions. I feared that he might have scared me emotionally tonight with his use of such a demeaning term, and somehow, I didn't think I could recover from those scars.

My tears of sorrow continued while I drove home and didn't stop after I'd stripped my body of his requested lingerie. It wasn't until I was curled up in a fetal position under my soft comforter that my tears finally subsided. Sleep captured me surprisingly quickly, a sleep that I hoped would wash away the sorrow in my heart.