Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... I ache to arouse them."

With absolutely no warning Lester slapped Kay's face hard. "Oh come now slut, give me and yourself more credit than that." Again, he slapped her in the other direction, making her gasp. He roared, "Don't give me that 'I suffer for your pleasure crap!'" Again, he struck her.

"You suffer because I demand that you honor your true nature." Slap. "You are a mascochist!" Slap!

"You take strange cock because you feel most alive beingfuck-meat." Slap!

"You have been crippled by society to feel ashamed of your nature." Slap! "Yet you are strong. You entered slavery because you know you require a Master. One who sees your nature and because he treasures you, he demands that you embrace it. A weak Master would let you hide in the half light of your shame. He would beat you and fuck your holes but deny you complete fulfillment. I am not weak. You rob me of honor by claiming your pleasure comesonly from submission to me. Now speak truth! What are you!?"

"I am masochist fuck-meat, Sir and your devoted slave despite my disobedience." Tears stained Kay's face

"That's better. For many reasons I have told you not to look at the men I arrange to use you. In moments you would have been blindfolded and enjoying your session; the session I spent time and energy arranging for our mutual enjoyment. Now that session will be marred by discovery of your ongoing disobedience to my instructions. My appreciation of past sessions is now clouded by realization of ...

... your ongoing disobedience."

"Please Sir, punish me for disobeying you. It will help me stop looking at the men you send to use me."

Mr. Lester looked at his wife's misery for a long moment. She was clearly, genuinely upset. No less than he expected, but still, he was reassured to see her taking the situation seriously and not as some kind of kinky theater. He opened a drawer near the sink and withdrew a pair of scissors. He turned to Kay and, without so much as a word, began methodically hacking away her shoulder length chestnut hair.

Lock after thick glossy lock fell to the tile floor around her bare feet. Tears sprang into Kay's eyes but she said nothing and did nothing to impede the shearing. After a time, the cursed sound of scissors severing lock after lock of hair ceased. Kay gazed at the thick pile of hair at her feet.

"I'll use the electric razor to clean up the ragged parts later but this will do for now, slave."

Kay sighed inwardly at being called his slave.

"We must begin anew. I've cut your hair as a symbol of that requirement. As your hair grows out let it serve as a reminder that trust takes time to reestablish itself in a relationship once it has been broken. I trusted that you would not look at these men and you broke that trust. For now then, you will wear this hood until such time as I permit otherwise. Since I cannot apparently trust you to keep your eyes downcast, whenever you answer the door, you are to apply the eye flaps and answer the ...