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by MechaBlade Two years. I entered the house and slammed the door shut. I took a few steps before stopping, feeling my emotions overtake me. My anger was finally overshadowed by my supreme sadness. Tears trailed their way down my face between paths of rainwater. Two years. The scene kept playing in my mind over and over. Maybe I felt some sort of masochistic curiosity about what had just happened. Maybe the next time the scene played in my mind it would be different, and I would realize none of this ever actually happened. "Amy..." I remembered it again: I see their dark figures through the rain-covered window. I walk up to the car for a closer look. They turn their heads simultaneously, looking up at me in absolute shock. Repeat. I attempted to pull myself together. I knew that any minute she'd arrive and attempt to convince me that it was nothing, despite what my eyes had told me. I knew I had to calm myself down so that I could handle the situation rationally. By the time she arrived at our doorstep, soaked from the night showers, I was calm and ready. In fact, I think it disturbed her to see me sitting there so quietly and appearing so unemotional. She hesitated at first, but began her speech that I'm sure she had been rehearsing on her way over to the house. She explained how she had never meant to sleep with her friend Richard, and how the night began as an innocent celebration of his birthday. She told me how he had suddenly made the first move and how sorry she was that she didn't resist. Furthermore, she said that she had never even kissed him before tonight and that it was all a big mistake. I half-listened to what she had to say. I mostly was planning out what I was going to do next, and whether it was right to take advantage of the situation. Whether I looked it or not, I was still fuming on the inside. And I demanded satisfaction. "Well?" Amy said. "What do you think? Can we start over? Just put this whole thing behind us?" Amy and I had never engaged in what I would call "kinky" sex. She had told me repeatedly that we'd get into it later, that when she was married she'd do anything her husband asked of her. I thought that we'd been together too long for her to still be uncomfortable with certain acts, but I didn't mind waiting a little bit more. Or at least, I hadn't minded when she had so many other good qualities, like trustworthiness. Now she had to make up for the lack of that quality by proving that she could meet my needs. Otherwise, we didn't have a future. I think she came to realize my thoughts on the matter over the next few minutes. "Please, honey, say something," she pleaded. I complied. "Strip," was all I said. She looked at me aghast. I wish I could have read her mind. Was she upset because she knew where this was leading? Or was it just that she had just had her best friend's dick inside her and wasn't in the mood for mine? "I'm not going to repeat myself," I said. She stood nervously at her spot in front of the door and finally began to remove her clothing. "Please forgive me," she began crying. "I love you." She knew well enough to strip all the way to her skin. She had always said she'd never played these types of games before. Was she lying? Perhaps she just fantasized a lot. I stood and walked over to her nude shaking figure. "You know what a safe word is, don't you?" She nodded. "The safe word is..." I leaned in closer to make sure she heard my words very clearly, "'I don't love you anymore.'" She sobbed at hearing the phrase for mercy. I had chosen it carefully. I knew if she loved me, she would do all she could to avoid saying the safe word. "Get on your knees, slut!" I had used that word before during sessions with other women, but the validity of the title suddenly struck me. Amy fell to her knees obediently. "Bend over until your forehead touches the floor." She looked up at me with glassy eyes and then placed her head on the floor, her ass sticking out over her knees. I still had many questions about my lover's little tryst. Was this her first time cheating on me? Did she previously have feelings for Richard? Was this unplanned or was this his birthday gift? These questions would have to wait. They were secondary to my question of whether she was worth a damn. I walked around her slowly as she awaited my next command silently. She certainly seemed to have the obedience down. I stood behind her, building tension. Then I slapped her hard on her buttocks, leaving a red mark. She merely whimpered. I wondered if she was enjoying this on any level. As I kept reminding myself, this wasn't merely a way to work through my frustrations. This was a test of our compatibility. Ideally, we could engage in domination play every now and then, though without the backdrop of infidelity. I probed the folds of her vagina and she was slightly moist, but I couldn't be sure that I was the cause. She could still have been wet from Richard. Hell, that could be his seed. "Beg me to forgive you, you dirty slut," I demanded. "Admit to what a whore you are and beg for my forgiveness through your physical punishment." "I'm so sorry. I'm a slut. I'm a dirty whore. I'm dirt. Please forgive this slut." "Beg for your punishment." "Please, spank me, whip me, do whatever you want. Please teach me to be a good slut. I beg you to hurt me good, I deserve it." Yes. Yes, she did. I pulled my belt out of my jeans and struck a ferocious blow to her backside. I've practiced some BDSM before. I've done a little reading and even browsed through some online communities. One of the cardinal rules of BDSM communities is "SSC: Safe, Sane and Consensual." It encourages BDSM practitioners to use good judgment, not force oneself on another, and to play only when in a proper state of mind. Although I wasn't doing anything unsafe and she was certainly consenting to everything I was doing, I did imagine that my inner rage I was beginning to release could be construed as not being a "sane" state of mind. I didn't care. "Ow! Owww!" she yelled as I whipped her ass with my belt again and again and again. My rage had taken full hold and I was beating her butt red, adrenaline flowing through my veins, slowly making way for a dominant ecstasy. "You piece of shit whore!" I bellowed. "Why can't you fucking behave! I'll teach you that you're mine!" A warm, familiar buzz spread from my gut. It had been over two years since I last dominated a woman like this. "Oww! Owww! Oh, please!" Realizing I was approaching her limits, I let my arms fall to my sides as she caught her breath. I didn't really want to seriously hurt her. Wait, maybe I did. Clenching my belt tightly, I began swinging at her ass again. "Owww ow ow!" she shrieked loudly. I would definitely get some strange looks from the neighbors tomorrow. "Please stop!" I paused. She did say stop. But she didn't say the safe word. "Quit complaining, you bitch! This is for your own good!" "Oh god!" she screamed. "You may be a fucking whore, but you're my fucking whore. Your dirty cunt belongs to me and me alone." My hand ran over her abused and beaten ass to her pussy. It definitely had grown wetter since we began. This pleased me. I stuck two fingers in her pussy. "Whose dirty cunt is this?" "It's yours," she whimpered. "It's your dirty cunt to do whatever you want with." "Good, now spread your legs." I stood behind her and watched as her legs spread, her buttocks parted and her pussy and asshole were revealed to me. "It's my cunt, right?" I asked. "It's yours. Just for you." "And you remember that!" I took a short swing at her cunt with the belt. "Fuck!" "Yes, this little cunt of yours is mine to fuck, mine to beat... Hell, if I want to use it to hold spare change, you had better open your legs mighty quick." I gave her another slow slap on her pussy lips. "Oh god! Please!" "Sounds like you're enjoying this. Good. I am, too." I swung the belt harder at her pussy. I needed to beat it hard enough to make it clean again. The rain started coming down really hard, and I imagine it drowned out her pained howl for anyone that might be listening outside. But in the house, her tortured yell was still quite audible. "A good pussy beating is what you need to set you straight!" "AHHhh!" she screamed. "Too hard. Too hard," she cried softly. But she didn't say the safe word. I planned to take her to her limits, since she had pushed me beyond mine. She saw me raise the belt in the air. "Please, anywhere else. It hurts so-" I slapped her cunt again. She let out a bestial scream and started shaking. I was almost worried, but I looked at her pussy and saw no blood or cuts or anything that could be construed as serious damage. I'd seen videos where women suffered worse. However, she closed her legs tight and covered her pussy with her hands. "Open your legs." She shook her head at me. "Did you say 'No' to me?" "No, I just need a second," she pleaded. "Move your hands and open your legs!" "I can't..." I slapped her hands with the belt and she screamed but moved her hands. "Now open your legs!" "I can't take it-" "I don't hear the safe word," I mentioned. I slapped at her cunt with her legs still closed and hit mostly her thigh, but the belt met her cunt a little, too. She let out a squeal that could have easily been mistaken for a speared boar. "Oh my god! Oh-" She looked back at me and saw that I still had my belt tightly in my hand. She hadn't opened her legs and she was about to get it again, and hard. "I don't love you anymore!" she shouted. I could have sworn I saw a flash of lightning as she said it. Might have been my imagination. She looked back at me to see my reaction, probably mostly to make sure I would stop. "Fine," was all I said. I dropped the belt and started to make my way to the bedroom. "Honey?" I decided to get a drink before I turned in. I went to the kitchen and grabbed the vodka. "Honey, please, I didn't mean that. It- it was the safe word." I gulped a shot down. It burned a bit, but I finally felt warmer inside. "Please, listen to me!" I began to walk to the bedroom and my naked girlfriend, still on her knees, wrapped her arms around my leg and began to sob loudly. "Please, please, honey, I didn't mean it. You can do whatever you want to me. Whatever you want. Fuck me anywhere. Fuck my cunt, fuck my mouth, fuck my ass." I looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. She looked straight into my eyes, tears streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry for what I did. It didn't mean anything. You are the only man I've ever loved. I'll do anything for you. You can fuck me wherever you want. You wanna spank my tits? Do it. Do it and then cum all over my face. Cum on me, piss on me, spit on me, whatever you want. I'll be your little cum slave. I love you, Master. Please. Just fuck me. "Or don't fuck me. Make me beg for it. Make me suck you off. I'll lick your ass good, Master. Make me walk on all fours and humiliate me. Call me dirty names. Call me a slut-whore, a good-for-nothing piece of shit. I'm nothing and you're everything. I love you so much and you dominate me so good. I'll give everything to you. I just couldn't handle the pain, but I'm sorry, I'll try harder, I'll try so hard for you. I'll make you proud, Master. I'll-" She stopped groveling and began kissing my shoes all over. I had tried not to change my face and to remain expressionless, but this was the hottest, most loving thing I'd ever seen in my life. I began to smile. She noticed this and kissed my shoes all over. I don't get off on foot worship, but decided to see how far she'd go, so I used my right foot to remove the shoe on my left. She kissed my sock once as I tried to remove my sock with my foot. She helped me remove my sock, finally removing it with her teeth and began to kiss and lick my toes. This lasted a short while as I was way too ticklish to let this continue for long. "Get in the dining room and spread your legs. I'm going to fuck you good." She was all too happy to discover we were playing again and that I wasn't going to slap her cunt. She ran like an excited dog to the middle of the dining room and took her place in front of the front door again. I slowly walked behind her, to see what would become my favorite sight: Amy with her head on the floor, ass high in the air, and legs spread wide. "Now you're going to get it in the ass," I told her. It was one of those "kinky" things we--well, she--had been saving for later. I then realized maybe it wasn't that she didn't enjoy these activities; it was that she didn't want me to know how much of a slutty freak she was. I would have to test her on that "piss on me" thing later. "Yes, Master, fuck me good," she said. "Your ass is ready to get fucked." That sounded a bit weird, but I knew what she meant. I pushed myself into her ass after a couple tries. I was only semi-hard so I had to start off shallow and slow before I could push my entire dick into her ass. "Oh yes! Yes, Master, I love it! I feel so wide!" I shushed her and told her to speak when spoken to. She became quiet. "Amy-slut," I said quietly, my dick hardening in her bowels, "do you submit yourself to me?" "Always," she answered. I fucked Amy's ass good that night, and she seemed to enjoy it as well. I still had many questions about her indiscretion and her history with Richard. But she had answered my most important questions. Yes, she loved me, and yes, she would do anything for me. And her submission to me wasn't just about enjoying kinky sex. The sex was just fine before, and I don't need engage in BDSM on a regular basis. I just needed to know if she was capable of making me feel like a man. And she was. And she is. |