12 comments/ 29758 views/ 5 favorites Angela's Education By: Xantu This is my first submission to Literotica. Like Angela I have much to learn. I look forward to your feedback. * Angela's heart jumped every time the phone rang. It had been over three weeks since she had heard from Devin. He had never neglected her this long before. His voice was dry and business like, "My flight arrives 9:57 pm tomorrow. I will be in New York for four days. I expect you to be available. I trust you will present yourself appropriately." Her whole body responded to the sound of his voice, her heart racing, heat flooding her loins. Her voice vibrated with need, "Yes sir." He rarely used her name, he forbid her to use his. He never allowed that level of familiarity. When he hung up she nearly orgasmed. It had been so long. He had given her almost 24 hours to prepare herself, longer than usual. She did not have a lot to do tonight but she did give herself a thorough enema, thinking to herself; one tonight, one tomorrow afternoon, I will be squeaky clean. He expected her to be available to him in all ways and he was a fastidious lover. She had great difficulty going to sleep that night, her cunt aching and empty. She lay with her hands trapped between her knees, almost in tears. The next day she worked only in the morning and made arrangements to take the next week off from work. He may only be here for 4 days but she usually needed a couple of days to recover from his visits. Once she was back at her apartment she lay out her outfit and went to clean herself. Her second enema made her feel more empty than ever. She spent over an hour in the bath. She shaved herself, taking care that not a single hair remained. The sensation of the razor scraping over her sensitive skin jangled on her nerves. She was overwhelmingly tempted to touch herself, it would only take a second, but she fought the urge. He disapproved, calling masturbation self indulgent. Her legs were easy after that. She washed her hair and put in a deep conditioner and let it soak in. After her bath she spent 10 minutes rubbing rose scented lotion into her skin. Her hair was always a challenge, thick wavy dark brown. Soft and slippery it was always betraying her. No matter how hard she worked to keep it pulled back into the conservative bun he demanded she wear in public, it seemed a soft tendril would escape to fall in a ringlet by her face or down her neck. It took almost 30 minutes before she was satisfied that it was perfectly smooth, with a complex sculptured knot pinned at the back of her neck. Dressing was a ritual, first she pulled on the long silk stockings fastening the garter snaps. She buttoned the white silk blouse to the top button. It fit perfectly, her dark pink nipples showing through the sheer fabric. Her charcoal business suit fit her like a glove. The skirt hugged her round ass and long thighs, ending in the tiniest saucy flair just below her knees. The jacket accentuated her narrow waist and was a support to her breasts. She strung a narrow black mans tie around her neck and tied it in a simple knot. Her tie tack was the only color in her whole outfit. A single star ruby, a gift from Devin, he had said it was the the exact size and color of her clitoris. As she left to go to the airport she stopped and looked herself over in the full length mirror. Her hands trembled as she smoothed her already perfect hair one last time. She wore no makeup and her face looked abnormally pale. Right before she left she slipped her feet into a pair of impossibly high spike heels. They hurt fierce to walk in, every step a foreshadowing of the pain she had been anticipating for weeks. She arrived at the airport 20 minutes early. She parked and waited for him to call her cell once his plane was on the runway. His plane was on time and she pulled up exactly as he walked out. When she caught sight of his broad shoulders, she forgot to breath. He was dressed in a dark suit. His dark hair turning silver at the sides. Her heart hammering in her chest she pulled up beside him. She adjusted the drivers seat to fit him perfectly, popped the trunk, and got out to meet him. He did not smile, his dark eyes appraised her carefully. He nodded curtly and stepping forward he took her hand he pulled her toward him and formally kissed her on the cheek. He placed his carry on in the trunk. Taking her arm and opening the passenger door he helped her into the car. When he released her arm an orgasm rocked through her. At first he did not speak as they drove towards his apartment. She started to ask him how his flight had been but he responded curtly. "You will not speak unless I ask you a direct question." She almost responded but stopped herself, that had not been a question. "Have you been doing your exercises?" When they had last parted he had given her an assignment to do a series of daily stretching and flexibility exercises. He had also been critical of her "soft pussy" and had told her to do 'kagel' exercises twice daily. These entailed of her clenching and relaxing her pelvic muscles to strengthen them. "Yes sir." "We will see if you have been diligent. Tell me of your other assignment." He had told her he to avoid orgasms during her wait for his next visit to her. He had also told her to keep count of her orgasms and their sources. Her face colored, "Sir, I have had 6 orgasms. Two while I was washing myself, two while doing my kagel exercises, one in a dream, and one tonight when you touched my arm." He snorted in derision, "Washing yourself. Exercising. You have no discipline." He did not speak again as they drove. She sat quietly, trembling in delicious anticipation of their arrival to his home. She could tell he was in a dark mood. She knew he expected perfection and accepted no excuses. His apartment was a penthouse on the top of a tall building looking over central park. She had spent many days of agony and ecstasy there. As they rose up in the elevator she forced herself to breath, her stomach fluttering, her face flushing with excitement. He unlocked the door and standing back he let her walk first into the dark apartment. As soon as she heard the door close his hands were on her, roughly slamming her face first against the wall. He leaned hard against her trapping her, his knee spreading her legs apart. He roughly ran his hand up between her legs, jamming his fingers up into her. She let out an excited warbling cry of excitement. His voice in her ear sounded furious. "You want fucking orgasms? You fucking whore, pussy addict. Your fucking cunt rules your emotions." He held her pinned there for what seemed an eternity. She came and came, groaning, as he finger fucked her over and over. When he finally let her go she sagged to the floor. He knelt over her chest and stuck his fingers in her mouth. "Clean off this cunt juice." She slowly thoroughly licked and sucked each of his fingers clean. He stood, "Get up." and walked into the front room. She followed trying to have good posture and be meek at the same time. He sat and looked up at her his eyes stormy with anger. "Kneel and listen." She dropped to her knees. "Our relationship has reached a turning point, it must progress or end." She looked up in alarm "Oh sir, no." "Silence." His voice cracked through her like a whiplash. She gulped and tears began to leak down her face. Oh god please don't let him leave me. She lowered her eyes to his feet. "I find you pleasing in many ways. You are exceedingly attractive. You are very motivated and inventive sexually. You are willing to accept my authority over you. But I find your constant state of sexual excitement is a distraction to your perfect obedience." "This next four days I propose some very rigorous lessons. If you learn well I will have an offer for you. I need you to agree to put yourself into my hands completely. No leaving until the fourth day. If you agree you may say "yes sir." A wild rush of excitement cascaded over her. "Yes sir." Her voice trembled with emotion. "You will be afraid, you will want to stop many times. You will be angry and you will want to leave and I will not let you go until the lessons are finished. You will be in pain and beg me to relent. If you still want to give yourself to me say 'yes sir'." An orgasm throbbed in her core making her voice tremor, "Yes sir." "Stand up and strip yourself naked, fold and put you clothes away neatly. Until I tell you different you will not speak a word, not even if I ask you a direct question. You may make any noise you want but you may not speak a word." Soon she was kneeling in front of him nude, her hands clasped passively behind her back. Her breasts quivering with her nervous short breaths. "Come here and suck me off, I need a clear head." She crept to him and with infinite respect she unzipped his pants and took him into her mouth. He was not fully erect but soon he swelled and began to press against the back of her throat as she licked and sucked his growing erection. He reached down and one at a time pulled the pins out of her hair. When her hair tumbled down over her shoulders he tangled his fingers in it and began to force her head down deeper over him. She gagged and tried to swallow him deeper into her throat. He thrust repeatedly and stiffening, he forced his swollen penis deep as he pumped hot bitter semen into her throat. She choked and struggled to swallow all the come filling her mouth. She knew he would be angry if she got any on his suit. She continued to suck on him gently milking every last drop from him. He stood and held out his hand, he pulled her up. "Good, you certainly do a good job of that. Are you ready for your lessons to start?" He had a rare smile on his face. Glowing with his praise she almost answered his question but stopped herself just as she was about to say "yes sir". She nodded. "I am pleased you remembered." His voice still soft and warm from his recent climax. Suddenly serious he tipped her chin so she was looking up at him, "Come." A wave of dread and fear swept over her. Her legs began to shake as she followed him into the room he called hers. Her room was stark, a bed with a post on each corner. An entertainment center with a large television, a chest of drawers with more bondage equipment than clothing. A video camera standing on a tripod in a corner. "Get shackles, I want you to have cuff on each ankle and each wrist." She got the leather straps and brought them to him. "Lie on the bed." Soon both her wrists were tied to the top corners of the bed. He got out a spreader bar and fastened her ankles spread very wide. "Your stretching has made you more flexible." He then strung a rope through the rings in her ceiling and attached it to her ankles. Soon her legs were lifted high and wide. He continued to lift until her hips were raised about twelve inches above the level of the bed, only her head was laying on the bed. She was not held too tightly. She could move her hips around. She was squirming with pent up sexual energy. She always found being tied up very hot, her pussy was hot and throbbing. "You are always distracted by your lust. You have orgasms all the time. Tonight you will learn about your fucking pussy addiction. You will learn the limits of your fucking pussy and then you will learn that you can go beyond that limit further than you could ever imagine." He got the video camera and set it up to take a panoramic view of her hanging helpless, her legs open, her pussy wet and empty. He turned on the television and she could see herself. She moaned. "You moan and grunt like a pig with your appetites." "I have bought you a gift to help you learn." Walking to the bureau he got out a box and coming over to her face he pulled out a large dildo. She could see that there was something sticking out of the base but she had trouble figuring out exactly what it was. He also pulled out several long lengths of silk straps. "Your assignment is to have orgasms, all the orgasms you can. You can scream, howl, grunt your way through dozens of orgasms. But I want you to count them. I want you to learn exactly what your limit is." He reached over and ran his fingers over her pussy. She jerked and moaned. "Groan you little pussy addict." and he began to push the dildo into her. She squealed and came hard. Once he had the long plastic cock in her he took the attachment and she felt it push against her clitoris. She jumped and jerked at the odd sensation of the hard plastic knob pushing on her. He then took the silk bands began wrapping them around her waist and between her legs trapping the dildo inside her, pressing the knob down harder on her throbbing cleft. "Keep count you little cunt whore." And he leaned down and turned a knob on the dildo and deep throbbing vibrations erupted through her. The knob buzzing against her clitoris like an angry bee. She erupted in orgasms, one after another. She screamed and arched thrashing her hips violently side to side. He stayed and watched for a while. "Keep count." And he walked out of the room. The climaxes shook her, building higher, her screams turning to deep rhythmic grunts. It had seemed like hours. She could not move anymore. She sagged limp and dripping with sweat, her hips still flinching and jerking in response to the vibrations turning her insides to mush. He came in and reaching between her legs he turned off the the vibrations. "Did you count?" She nodded. "All of them?" She began to sob and shook her head. "Do you see what I mean about being distracted by lust?" She nodded tearfully. "You can rest for a while." She felt a wave of terror. 'Rest?' 'Rest?' that meant she wasn't finished. She involuntarily began to struggle against her restraints. He walked out and she collapsed in to terrified weeping. She must have fallen asleep because she was ripped awake by the vibrator being turned on. "No, please, oh god no!" He turned sharply. "One more word from you and I will gag you." And once again he left her alone to contend with her responses. This time she was slower to build but her orgasms seemed to tear her apart, she couldn't fight it. They crashed over her, she moaned and cried until her throat was raw. She did not move around so much, just her hips rocking in the irresistible primitive rhythms that were pulsing through her. She did her best to relax and flow with it, too exhausted to fight. When he came in to turn off the vibrator the second time she was vaguely saddened but fell deeply asleep almost instantly. She did not protest when he came and turned her on again. She settled back into the groove, letting the feelings build, trying to survive the explosion, resting best she could between orgasms. She began to feel she could do this the rest of her life, she had no sense of the passage of time. When she became aware that the vibrations were gone, she did not know if he had come in and turned it off or the batteries had run down. She drifted to sleep. Much later she woke to him lowering her hips down to the bed. He unwound the silk straps and gently removed the dildo from her. It made a sucking sound as he pulled it out. Her hips automatically jerked and spasmed. "Still want more orgasms? You greedy little pussy?" He was actually talking to her cunt. She started to giggle hysterically before collapsing into more tears. He released her from her bonds. She groaned with pain as she moved her legs and arms. He covered her with a blanket and left her to sleep. Morning light was coming through the windows when she woke next, she went into the bathroom and peed, her urine stung as she voided her bladder. She was incredibly thirsty and padded softly into the kitchen to get a glass of water. She froze when she saw him sitting at the table drinking a cup of tea. He was wearing a dressing gown of dark silk. She began to tremble. He was looking at her. "Did you learn anything about yourself last night?" She sagged to her knees and tears streaming down her face she nodded. "Your fucking pussy owns you doesn't it?" A sob broke from her. "We have pretty much established that you can't resist your fucking pussy. It has a mind of its own. It comes all the time. It comes when I touch you. It comes when you exercise, wash, sleep, even when I beat you. It doesn't ever seem to stop coming. Your fucking pussy is an force of nature." He began to laugh. "Come here you poor girl. Your pussy must be a terrible burden for you to endure." She looked at him confused, and began to move toward him hesitantly. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. He kissed her, deeply insistently. His hands going to her cleft and caressing her clitoris. She sighed and moaned. He laughed and said "See you little cunt whore, already you are getting all excited again, even after last night." She hung her head feeling terribly ashamed, wanting desperately to beg his forgiveness for being such a cunt whore. "Get a glass of juice and go take a shower and wait for me in your room. Our next lesson will be on how to learn to live with this pussy of yours." The juice was unbelievably delicious. She was hungry but did not expect to eat anytime soon. She showered thoroughly and quickly shaved herself again. She was horribly afraid while she waited for him sitting curled up on her bed. She gasped with fear as he walked in to her room. He was carrying a cane and that dildo again. "I am not going to tie you for this lesson. You must learn to be in control of your body." She was trembling in great shuddering shivers. "I want you to lie back and spread your legs. We know your pussy will have its orgasms. Today we will learn how to resist the loss of control you seem to experience when your pussy comes." He had her lay back and put her hands face up and open on the bed on either side of her head. "Don't move. This is about keeping control of your body no matter what your pussy is doing. Failure will be punished severely." He lay between her legs and spreading her lips open he began to lick her clitoris. He had never touched her pussy with his lips before. She gasped, her hips jerked and lunged. She had to struggle to hold her hands still and flat. He stopped and yanking her to the foot of the bed, he had her bend over. "You better take this seriously." and she heard the cane whistle through the air before it seared into her ass. She jumped and screamed. "No matter what your pussy is doing you will lie still." and he struck her again. She shrieked. He had never hit her so cruelly before. "You will be silent." He struck her again. Her legs collapsed. "You will control your breathing." He grunted with the effort of his blows to her ass. She was squealing and screaming hysterically. She was completely limp when he put her back up on the bed. She lay totally still, to terrified to even tremble. His tongue and fingers played a riot with her. She tried not to let herself get excited but the unbearable heat in her ass just seemed to make things worse. To her terror she could feel herself building to orgasm. She unconsciously tried to get away from his mouth, he gripped her hips and forcibly held her still and vulnerable to his relentless tonguing. When the waves of sensation crashed over her she could not keep her hips from jerking franticly, and deep whimpers of terror boiled up from her throat. "You did better than I expected for a first time. Get up and bend over." She wailed in hysterical fear and shook her head and panicked scrambled up the bed away from him. He sat up and said in a very cool neutral tone. "If you refuse to cooperate with your lessons, I will send you home. Our relationship will be over." She shook her head violently and scooted to the edge of the bed and, still wailing, bent over presenting her red, sore ass to the cane once more. He said, "Hold on tight. This is an important lesson you need to learn." The sound of the cane as it moved through the air made her scream before it even hit her. The pain scorched through her brain, forcing her to convulse against her grip on the edge of the bed. He struck her four more times. "OK lets try again. You will do better if you focus on other things and not try to fight the feelings coming from your pussy. Let the orgasm happen, just ignore it." This time when he bent to lick her clitoris, he began to insert the dildo into her. It was almost more than she could bear. She tried to think about the pain of the cane as it struck her. She thought about how much she loved Devin, how afraid she was that he was going to leave her if she did not learn this lesson. The warmth and sweet strong feelings of pleasure rose higher and higher in her, she forced herself to relax, to breath softly, silently cursing her traitorous heart that was trying to batter its way out of her chest. She held her hips rigidly still, shivering with tension straining to hold herself unmoving. When he switched on the vibrations she convulsed a great giant jerk like she had been given a massive electric shock, and again froze rigid still as great waves of orgasm tried to tear her apart from inside. She could feel her clitoris pulse against his mouth endlessly. Angela's Education "Definite improvement. I am proud of you. Get up and bend over." She whimpered in total defeat and crawled to the foot of the bed bending over and resting her tear soaked face on the mattress. He struck her four times, ignoring her screams. "Back up on the bed. I must say that your pussy's endless demands for orgasms makes this lesson go quickly. This time I am going to fuck you. I expect you to do everything in your ability to make it as good a fuck as you have ever given me. I will not tolerate you thrashing around, having your greedy fucking orgasms while you fuck me. If you have an orgasm it better be your little secret." She was both thrilled and terrified, she loved nothing more than to have him on top of her with his cock in her pussy. She could not imagine having him inside her and keeping control of herself. He pulled her head up and straddling her chest he had her take his cock in her mouth. He let her suck and lick until he was hugely erect and then he dropped and plunged into her full length. She spread herself, opening herself wide and vulnerable to his entry. She focused on moving her hips to meet and emphasize his thrusts into her. She gritted her teeth and focused on tightening her pussy around him as tight as she could. He slowed and looked down at her face, his eyebrow cocked and he grinned. "Nice tight pussy. Keep it that way." and began to pound against her hard and fast. She could feel agonizing delight building in her, her pussy tightening and pulsing around his wonderful cock as the waves of her orgasm throbbed through her. She forced herself to breath as normally as she could, restricting her movements to only those to enhance his sensations. She could feel him tighten and lunge, his cock pulsing and twitching as he pumped his come into her. Her orgasm stretched and peaked after he was laying still, but the only betrayal her body made was the rhythmic clenching of her pussy muscles around his softening cock. She pulled away from him and bending down she took him back into her mouth gently cleaning and soothing his last twitches of climax. Then she got up and went to the foot of the bed and bent over and readied herself for the caning she come to expect. He looked at her, his cruel resolve somewhat eased by the relaxation of his finish. "I think you did pretty good that time. Do you want me to punish you again?" She mutely shook her head. "I think it would be a good time to take a break." He lay on his back dozing. She curled next to him as close as she could get without touching him. She tried to sleep but her nerves were all jangled. Her ass burned like fire and having him nude and asleep near her was a heady drug. Silently propping herself on her elbow devoured him with her eyes. He was so beautiful to her, thick tousled black hair with just a touch of silver at his temples, arching black brows over impenetrable black eyes, a straight strong nose, generous sensual lips over straight white teeth. His body was strong tanned and muscular. She let her eyes travel lower to his cock. He was completely flaccid but she knew he could grow to a very satisfying size, not gross but big enough to be an impressive sight and he filled her up to tight and good when he fucked her. She felt warmth and wetness well up in her rebellious pussy. He is so right, my pussy is insatiable, ruefully rubbing her sore stinging ass. She forced herself to relax and lay still next to him, telling herself to rest if even if she couldn't sleep. She was floating on the edge of sleep when he stretched and sat up. His movement made her gasp and tense, her eyes wide and watching him. "I certainly have you terrorized today don't I?" She smiled tremulously and nodded. "Turn over onto your stomach." Her stomach lurched as she turned. She felt his hands warm and firm as he inspected her ass. "That cane has left some bruises. I expect you will have a few more before we are finished." She whimpered involuntarily. "Go shower and clean yourself and put some lube up your ass. Its glowing such a sexy red color I don't think I will resist its siren call." She carefully shaved herself, gave herself an enema but she had nothing to clean out. She worked lube up her anus as far as she could with her fingers. As she walked out to her room she was very conscious of the oily loose feel in her butt. He was not in her room when she got back. She curled on her side, avoiding sitting on her stinging aching cheeks and focused on trying to control her nervous trembling. When he walked back into her room she whimpered again. "You will be bound again for this next lesson." She passively held out her wrists forcing herself to ignore the sudden rush heat flooding her loins as he began to tie her. Soon he had her exactly as he wanted her. She was much closer to the foot of the bed, her ass hanging in the air just over the edge of the bed and lifted to the exact height as his cock, her legs pulled wide and pointing almost straight up. It was a position she was familiar with. "Lets add something new." and he took the dildo and slid it deep into her cunt carefully placing the little hard plastic knob on her clitoris. He took the silk bands and wrapped up her pussy like a Christmas package, careful to leave her ass open for his assault. "Remember this is not for play. This is a lesson. I will be watching you carefully. I will punish you for every mistake. I plan to test you cruelly. This control of your body must become automatic and unconscious." His words terrified and exhilarated her, she was amazingly close to coming already and he had not even started. He picked up the cane and turned on the vibrations. Her clitoris was doubly sensitive to the sensations this time and she jerked and yelped. He did not even turn off the vibrator, he just struck. Laying on her back she could see him standing between her legs, see his arm lift, see his forehead crease with effort as he brought the cane down. She shrieked. The cane was hitting her on her inner thigh not her ass. It seemed to hurt a hundred times worse. She writhed and struggled against her restraints. She was horrified to realize that the pain was not distracting her from the intense waves of feeling spreading from her cunt and consuming her body and soul, instead it was adding to it, she had never been so turned on in her life and she had to somehow fight all her instincts to moan, pump her hips, beg for more, beg for him to stop. She did not know if she was shrieking in pain or delight. She was dimly aware she was desperately fighting against her bonds, mindlessly trying to escape. All the time the huge waves of her orgasms tossed and jerked her. The video camera was still running and a small part of her mind quietly watched the television screen as she convulsed against her ropes, watched as his arm raised and struck over and over. She could hear her screams hoarse and loud in her ears but it seemed like it was someone else who was screaming. Slowly she spiraled down into darkness. She woke to the sensation of cool dampness on her face. The vibrations had ceased but her pussy throbbed and tingled endlessly. Her thighs were on fire. He was gently wiping her tears and snot from her face with a damp cloth. She threw all caution to the wind. "Oh please sir I cannot bear it, I cannot bear the pleasure and the pain at the same time." He frowned at her disregard of his rule, but he also knew she had failed miserably despite his cruel beating of her. He was aware enough to realize her failure may have been due to the cruel blows as much as her orgasms. He threw the rag on the floor and got up and went to the bureau and got a gag, carefully designed to stifle all but her loudest cries but not impede her breathing. Before he fastened it he said "You need to say anything else?" Her voice was hoarse, "I love you, please help me learn." He nodded in approval and fastened the gag over her mouth. He looked down at her face, her jaws stretched around the gag. "You will wear the gag until I feel you have learned to obey." In an almost tender gesture he reached down and smoothed back her tangled mass of curls from her face. "Angela, you say you cannot bear it, but that is what this lesson is about. It is about learning to bear it. So lets try again." He slowly rand his hand down her welted thigh and looking her directly in the eyes he switched on the vibrations again. She was ready and somehow her clitoris and pussy seemed less sensitive. The vibrations seemed less sharp more endurable. She bit into the gag and steeled herself to hold still. But the tiniest ripple of her stomach or thigh muscles made her sway. The harder she tried to hold herself rigid, the more she rocked on the ropes suspending her. She learned quickly that the only way to still her swinging was to lay with her muscles totally relaxed. Gradually the swaying stopped but the torment in her pussy was growing and growing. It seemed like the more she relaxed the more she was opening herself up for ever mounting levels of exquisite agony. She grew increasingly petrified, how could she bear it, it was bigger than she was. She concentrated on the taste and sensation of her teeth clenching on the gag. The only muscles she allowed herself to use. She focused fiercely, 'breath in, count, one.. two.. breath out, count, one.. two.." She had to do it for him. She no longer feared the cane. She could bear anything but his disappointment. When her orgasm crashed over her, she willed herself perfectly still, squeezing her eyes shut. Breath in.. breath out.. She was dismayed when the rhythmic pulses of her pussy on the hard plastic of the vibrator spread, her thigh muscles twitching and then the muscles of her belly fluttering like a flag in the wind. A single tear leaked out from under her tightly closed lid. She made an exasperated little grunt, muffled by the gag filling her mouth. He turned off the vibrations. He had watched her carefully, every step of her struggle. He was very impressed with how hard she had fought to comply. He knew it was almost impossible for her to stop the the pulsing and clenching of her pelvic muscles. And her rebellious pussy was fighting back with bigger and bigger orgasms. His voice was crisp and clinical, "That was a definite improvement. I want to see you do that again." and he turned her on again. Her face was fiercely determined, her eyes desperately locked on his. She was breathing deeply slowly. He could tell she was focusing desperately. He was learning to recognize her growing excitement despite her stillness. Her pupils would widen until her light blue eyes looked black, the dark red flush would spread down her neck to her chest. He could tell she was building high, beads of sweat were standing out on her face, her slow controlled breaths had a the tiniest hint of a butterflies flutter. "Focus on being still, I am going to stick my fingers up your ass." Her eyes looked at him almost panicked. She almost imperceptibly shook her head. Pleading with her eyes. He touched her ass and began to worm his fingers into her. First just one then two. The vibrations beating through her whole cunt and belly were obvious to his hand. Her breathing stopped completely, she lay under him completely still frozen. He could feel her ass muscles tighten almost painfully around his fingers and then begin rhythmically squeeze. Her orgasm seemed endless and she suddenly gasped and started breathing again, but she had lost her deep slow rhythm. She lay amazingly still. She seemed completely unconscious of how her toes would curl up as she came. He turned off the vibrator. "You are pleasing me." Her eyes looked triumphant. "I will be back soon." He left her swaying slightly. She was getting increasingly uncomfortable. Her weight hanging from her ankles was making her knees and hips ache, her pussy was throbbing, and her thighs burned. She had a headache and her lips were dry and cracking. She had never felt so used and never felt so happy in her life. She dozed off waiting for his return. She awoke to feel his hands on her thighs. "Ready for more?" Before this visit, she would have never had believed she could have anything more in her but now she knew that there was literally no limit to how much she could take. She looked up at him and nodded bravely. He turned on the switch. As the deep penetrating vibrations began to take control of her cunt she felt him rubbing his cock up and down along the crack of her ass. She turned her head to look at their image in the television. Her breathing caught in her throat. She could see him standing between her legs, he was nude, he had the most beautiful erection. Oh god, how am I supposed to bear how much I love him, she thought to herself and she closed her eyes and forced herself to focus on her task. The sight of him had touched her heart. She knew he would test her cruelly. She had learned to focus on her breathing and she retreated into the familiar rhythm. She could feel the familiar stretching piercing pain of him forcing his cock up her ass. He made a deep satisfied growl. "I like this vibrator, its like there is a party going on in a your ass." She giggled. Oh god how was she supposed to focus with him distracting her like this. She felt totally filled up, the pressure of his cock made the vibrations penetrate deeper into her belly, shaking her womb. She was so close to losing all control. 'Breath, one.. two.. breath..." She tightened her ass around him. Move, please oh god, if he would just move she could at least move with him. He stayed still, his cock buried so deep in her she could feel his balls tight against her ass cheeks. He reached down and placing his palm over pubic mound and pressed down, pushing the vibrating knob down onto her clitoris. She jumped, her eyes popping open in wide surprise. The sudden pain of the buzzing knob crushing against her totally sent her over the edge. She sank her teeth into the gag, and took deep breaths. The waves of her orgasms were raising higher and higher when he began to thrust against her, moving hard and quick. His lunges hard enough to make her grunt and jerk. She forced herself focus on meeting his thrusts, letting the waves of amazing orgasm flow over her but looking up into his eyes, she clenched her ass and tried to tip her hips to open herself to him. His rough plunging hurt but it was nothing compared to the canings she had endured. And it was him, her sweet amazing lover, the man who owned her body and soul, fucking her with his cock, the pain just added to the waves of pleasure sweeping over her. Oh god focus, breath, don't lose it. Multiple orgasms surged over her. Her hips were starting to buck, she struggled to time her movements to match his. He gripped her hips and jammed himself deep into her and exploded. She froze holding her hips still, totally conscious of his cock pulsing and twitching in her ass. She could feel her ass clenching in its primitive rhythm as her orgasm continued endlessly. She wasn't sure if it would ever end. She knew she was holding her breath, waves of dizziness spiraled around her, the bed spinning, she felt a soft wail of defeat building in her throat as darkness flowed over her vision. She woke as he was releasing her from her bonds. Her legs and hips were an agony as he let the her weight settle down onto the bed. She cried out behind her gag. He pushed her up on the bed and unwrapping her loins he removed the dildo. She did not even flinch or move as it slipped from her. She looked toward the bathroom and made a pleading sound. "Go ahead." She tried to stand and her legs betrayed her, she staggered and and almost fell. He lunged up and caught her arm and helped her to the toilet. Her legs felt like rubber. She had to pee so bad that she couldn't get her flow to start for a few minutes, once she finally got a tiny trickle started it took even longer for her to empty her bladder, the urine burned as it flowed out. It felt like all the muscles in her crotch had turned to mush. He stood by waiting patiently for her to finish. She groaned as she stood up and she went to the sink and taking a washcloth she wiped her face and then carefully wiped her self clean. She was so thirsty. She looked longingly at the water and wondered if there was any way she could get some water into her mouth with the gag there. She looked at him, sighed and turned to head back to the bed. He let her walk on her own but stayed close in case she lost her balance. He left her curled up on her side under a light blanket. When she woke the morning sun was shining through a narrow gap in the dark curtains making a bright stripe across the bed. The gag in her mouth tasted horrible but she could not work up enough spit to swallow. She carefully stretched and moved her legs and hips. They were horribly stiff. She bit down on the gag and forced herself through her stretching exercises, by the time she was finished she was pretty sure she could walk on her own. She carefully stood and walked slowly to the bathroom like a tightrope walker. She sat on the toilet but she was too dry to pee. She started the shower and just stood under the beating water. She let the water beat on her face. The slow trickle that made it past her gag was a dream come true, rinsing her mouth, easing her parched throat. She washed carefully, shaved her legs, pussy and armpits. She was sitting in the bathroom blowing her hair dry when he came in. Putting down the blow dryer carefully she stood and facing him she gracefully dropped to her knees submissively looking at the floor, her hands clasped behind her. He came to where she was kneeling and he lifted her feet and unbuckled the straps to the gag and pulled it from her mouth. She gently worked her jaw and licked her lip and swallowed. She went to the sink and brushed her teeth, it felt so good to be able to move her mouth. After she rinsed she took several deep swallows of water. He stood in the door of the bathroom, silently watching her. When she was finished she came to kneel before him once more. "Follow me." and he turned and walked to the kitchen. He gave her a glass of juice, a cup of tea with sugar, and two pieces of toast with butter and jam. She had not eaten in almost two days. Her hands shook as she forced herself to eat and drink slowly, sipping and chewing carefully. She could feel the sugar and fluids energizing her. "Today I am going to give you a gift. I am going to give you three words. These words are the only words you may say. I caution you to not over use them or I will take them from you. These three words are "Thank You, sir." She felt a deep sweet rush of love for him. To be allowed express her gratitude to him was on of the things she missed most when he imposed rules of speechlessness over her. Slipping from her chair, she knelt at his feet and leaning over she placed her cheek against his instep. "Thank you, sir." Her voice almost inaudible. "Go to your room." She sat cross legged on the bed, practicing her kagel exercises. She had two fingers inserted deep into her vagina and was tightening her pelvic muscles as tightly as she could and holding for a count of 30 and then completely relaxing for a count of 10. This almost yoga like exercise had become a calming centering time for her and she had missed it the last day. The sensation of tightening herself was very erotic and 20 minutes of kagel exercises always left her breathless and overstimulated. Finishing her kagels, she gracefully transitioned into her stretches. She had done them once today already but she was still feeling very stiff and sore, and it helped keep her mind off her building anxiety over not knowing what he would demand from her today. Still he did not come. She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth again. Then standing in front of the mirror she critically examined herself. She was tall almost 5'9", and her figure was a bit lush for her taste, but her legs were long and perfectly shaped. She had to exercise and eat very carefully. If she gained any weight at all she would lose the narrow waist that kept her from looking fat. Angela's Education She looked at her crotch carefully, she was obsessed with stubble. When he had demanded she keep herself shaved she had dreaded the prospect of the unattractive stubble. She could see that her ass and thighs were still scarlet from the canings yesterday and she could see where there would be bruises coming to the surface in the next few days. He made her wait in her room for almost 3 hours. She was pacing like a caged animal by the time he came to her door. "Today you will demonstrate your value to me. You will fuck me all day long. You will not let your lust be a distraction to your attentions to me. You will not disgust me with all your greedy fucking pussy's orgasms." Her heart lurched. His words had been harsh but he had given her such an amazing gift. To be allowed to worship at the temple of his body was a prospect that sent repeated waves of heat and excitement radiating from her cunt over her body. She dropped to her knees and crawled to where he was standing. He had on a heavy dark silk robe and a matching pair of pajama bottoms. His feet were bare. She reached up and took his hand. She pressed her lips to his palm and then kissed it again open mouthed, tasting his skin with her tongue. Then she took his damp palm and cradled it against her cheek. "Thank you, sir." and standing she gently insistently led him to her bed. Looking deep into his eyes she slowly untied the belt of his robe and pulled it out of the loops of his robe, arching her brows she ran it through her fingers and nodded and folded it carefully she placed it under a pillow at the head of the bed. Then she pushed his robe off his shoulders letting it fall in a pool of dark silk around his feet. Carefully she pushed the pajama trousers down to his feet being meticulous to not touch his skin. His cock was already starting to swell. She tore her eyes away from it, if things went as she had envisioned it would be a long time before she even touched this object of her obsession. She climbed up onto the mattress and taking both of his hands she crept backwards urging him up onto the mattress. She found herself facing him each of them on their knees in the middle of the bed. He had a devilish grin on his face and he leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. An electric shock of pleasure shot through her. She froze and let him. Her deeply ingrained habit of passivity preventing her from pulling away. The minute he released her she quickly pushed him down onto the bed and scooted off the other side. He lay on his side, one of his brows arched, watching her. Just out of reach she smiled impishly and ran her finger around her damp nipple and playfully licked it off. She slowly meticulously picked up and folded his clothing making sure she gave him a great view of her ass and pussy lips as she bent over. Then turning to him she made a very serious stern face and pointed imperiously at the bed, gesturing for him to lay down. His eyes sparkled but he followed her direction and lay flat and cooperatively rolled onto his stomach. Kneeling beside him she began to very lightly tickle her with her hair and blowing lightly through pursed lips, starting at his neck and working her way all the way down to his toes. She lightly pushed on his shoulder and hip and when he was face up she began again, starting at his toes and working her way up, not avoiding his swelling cock, but not spending any extra time there either. When her face was close to his, her hair cascading over his face and her breath blowing on his lips his hands came up and gripping her hair and pulled her face down to his kissing her hard and deep his tongue stabbing into her mouth. She returned his kiss matching his intensity but was very careful to not touch him with her hands. When he released her she had to focus to moderated her breathing, her eyes sparkling to match his she slowly luxuriously licked her lips and mouthed silently "Thank you, sir." and motioned for him to turn on his stomach again. This time she did touch him as she worked her way from his head down to his toes. The lightest of kisses and dragging her fingernails over his skin, gently letting her nipples touch and drag along his skin as she worked her way to his toes. The sensation of his skin against her lips and nipples was electric and she could feel her pussy throbbing, aching, empty. She ignored it. When she reached his feet he turned over without her needing to prompt him and she slowly worked her way up his body not missing a single square inch of skin. But when she reached his now fully erect cock she only trailed her hair over him and moved up to his belly, ignoring his thrust up toward her face as she passed over. Again he kissed her and she returned his kiss, focusing on the taste of his mouth and the feel of his lips, completely turning her mind away from the waves of pleasure as her first orgasm spread through her. The third time she covered his body with the most intense of touches, deep kisses and light bites, pressing and massaging deep into his muscles with her hands, pressing her fingernails into his skin. She spent minutes on the tight muscles of his ass, working deep into the muscles, planting a playful little kiss on his asshole. She massaged his feet thoroughly, running her tongue between his toes. When she reached his cock she paused, looked up at him her eyes sparkling and leaned down and sensually rubbed her tits against him. Leaning down she breathed her hot breath over it and when he thrust up toward her mouth she slowly ran her tongue up the length of him, starting with his balls and stopping at the tip. She paused again and began to move up to his belly. He grabbed her head and tried to force her back down and for the first time in their relationship she resisted him. Firmly taking his hands she pulled them from her head and looking him in the eye she sternly shook her head. Then with an infuriatingly impish grin she worked her way up the rest of her way up his chest. She was shocked that he had let her refuse him anything. She paused at his lips expecting him to take a kiss again but he lay still looking up at her. She smiled and just ran her tongue over his lips. He moved to turn over again and she pushed him back onto his back. Boldly reaching out and grasping his hugely erect cock firmly in her hand, reveling in the spasm of pleasure that flashed across his face. Leaning down she slowly took the head of his cock into her mouth and began to lick and massage that rich red helmet. Then she began to suck rhythmically, not going any deeper, not stimulating his shaft at all. He tried to thrust up into her mouth but she evaded him. He tried to grab her head but she trapped his hands in hers. She kept sucking, increasing the strength of the vacuum in her mouth, roughly lashing the sensitive skin with her tongue. He was gasping and groaning. She released him abruptly letting the suction break with an audible 'pop'. His cock was jerking and pulsing its head abnormally purple and swollen. She carefully positioned herself over him and ever so slowly began to ease her tight hot pussy over him. She lowered herself down his shaft a millimeter at a time, taking almost a full minute to fully engulf him. He grabbed her hips and tried to lift her up again to thrust into her but she trapped his hands and brought them to her face kissing and sucking on his fingers then she meshed his fingers in hers. Pinning his hands on either side of his head she leaned forward and keeping her pussy totally still she began to rhythmically tighten and ripple the muscles in her pussy. He growled long and low. She began to move her hips in tiny circles. She held him trapped inside her for what seemed an eternity before she began to lift and lower on him, still squeezing and rotating. She kept up the slow pumping up and down until she could feel him building close to climax. She slowed and stopped. He tried to jerk his hands out of hers, his hips lunging up trying to thrust into her. "Goddamn. I got to fuck you." His voice was hoarse and filled with raging lust. She nodded and smiled. Slowly she lifted off him and turning quickly she turned over on her stomach and raised her hips. She felt him lurch to mount her. She grabbed the hold of the sheet right before he slammed into her. He almost knocked her off the bed, she grunted and cried out. "Take it bitch. Take it all. I am going to fuck your brains out." He was lunging into her so violently that she kept getting knocked down flat. She scrambled to the head of the bed and braced herself against it. Every thrust slammed so deep she could feel him knock hard against her womb. She was orgasming at every battering plunge. Suddenly he reached down and grabbed her hair and pulled back hard as he jammed his throbbing jerking cock as deep as he could force it and began to spray his come into her. "Fucking bitch, Ungggg." His body twitched and convulsed as he spurted and spurted into her hot spasming cunt. He collapsed heavily down over her, his breath hot and heavy in on the back of her neck. She carefully wriggled out from under him and gently eased him over onto his back. He flinched and grunted as his cock pulled from her. She bent over him and took his cock in her mouth. "Oh fuck, Oh god." She cleaned him with her mouth and then began to gently suck him. His cock was supersensitive after his orgasm and she knew that sensation now was in some ways even more intense than his climax. She worked him until he no longer flinched and gasped at her mouth. When he started to get hard again, she released him and scooting up, picked up his hand and kissed his palm. "Thank You, sir." She pulled a sheet over him. She walked into the bathroom and cleaned herself. She was humming softly to herself. He had never been so loud or violent in his fucking of her. It had been wonderful. She walked into the kitchen and poured a glass of ice water, she added a twist of lemon. She also went to his writing desk and picked up two of his business cards. On the first she carefully and neatly she wrote using her best calligraphy "Spank me. I have been a very bad girl". On the second she wrote in heavy capitals "Chase me, catch me, RAPE ME." She carried the glass and cards in on a tray. Leaving the tray on the night table she went into the bathroom and got a damp cloth. She went to him and began to gently wipe his face. He stretched and lay out on his back letting her wipe his whole body with the cool damp cloth. She was very thorough when she cleaned off his cock and crotch. She reached over and handed him the glass of water. He drank the whole glass of water and eyes sparkling he dumped the ice out over her. She shrieked and giggled and grabbing up some ice cubes she stuck them in her mouth and leaned over and sucked one of his balls into her mouth with the ice. He yelled and laughed and flipped her over he began to rub and ice cube on her clitoris. She screamed and wiggled. When he released her, she crawled off the bed and reaching for the business cards. She smiled at him impishly and mixed the up and held them upside down and held them out for him to choose one. He took one card and reading it, he grinned evilly, his brow arching. She warily stepped back ready to run. "Come here bad girl. You have been very bad and you must be punished." Spanking was next. She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to him, whimpering dramatically. He reached down and grabbing a handful of her hair he yanked her to her feet. She yelped in surprise. He threw her down on the foot of the bed and said, "Lay there bitch, think about how bad you are." He walked over to the bureau and got out some shackles and a large paddle. He walked over and tied her face down on the bed with her knees hanging down over the foot. "I am sure you will thank me for this." The first few blows were light and teasing but the quickly grew more vigorous. She wiggled and tried to avoid the the blows. Her ass was getting warm. Her pussy was a raging inferno. After the canings of yesterday this was too easy. She found herself almost wishing he would get on with it. He seemed to sense that the paddle was anticlimactic. He reached under the bed and picked up the discarded cane. She was still expecting the paddle and when the cane cut into her ass she squealed. He was not hitting her as hard as yesterday but it still stung like fire. Her voice tremulous she yelped out "Thank You, sir." The next blow triggered her orgasm. She let the feelings flow over her, focusing her attention on the sensation of the cane. "Count 25" and she counted out loud. Her voice jumping and cracking as he whipped her with the cane, the last 5 blows he put much more force into. She struggled and sobbed. He dropped the cane and grabbing her hips began to force his hugely erect cock up her ass. She had not expected this. She had not had a chance to lube herself up. He had a lot of trouble getting into her. He pulled out and shoved himself up her cunt a few times, then returned to his assault on her ass with his now slippery cock. She held herself angled carefully, bracing herself against the edge of the bed, forcing herself to relax her ass. It hurt terribly. "Your ass is so tight, open it up for me." and he thrust into her an inch at a time. Once he was all the way in he pulled all the way out and started his assault on her again. She grunted in pain, and he grabbed her hair he pulled her head back and forced himself into her up to the hilt in one hard plunge. She screamed. He began fucking her with deep hard thrusts. He came hard, lunging and grunting. She could feel his semen stinging her sore and burning tissues. He freed her wrists and she dropped to her knees. "Thank you, sir." "There is nothing that teaches a bad girl a good lesson like a rough butt fuck." He laughed. He was having way too much fun. "What was on the other card?" She stiffened, Oh god, I can't do that now, I am too shaken up. Grinning he picked up the other card and read it. "Ooooh, this sounds like a fun game." She scrambled to her feet, backing away from him warily. And turned and bolted out of the room. He laughed and walked to the bathroom and washed off his cock. "Ready or not here I come." She squealed and stood trembling in the front living area. His eyes were sparkling he began to stalk her. She tried to keep the couch between them, circling warily. He feinted to the left and when she dodged right he reached across the couch and grabbed her wrist. He began to drag her across the couch to him. She fought with all her strength. Just as he got her across the couch she lunged toward him, pushing him off balance and twisting her wrist out of his grasp. She darted past him back into her room. He laughed and began to stalk her again. "There is nowhere to escape to, you might as well just lay back and enjoy your ravishment." She was incredibly excited. He crept toward her, his eyes predatory. She tried to dodge around him but he was incredibly fast and in an instant had her trapped face against the wall, her arm twisted painfully up behind her back. He reached down between her legs and jammed his fingers up her cunt, finger fucking her roughly. She squealed and tried to avoid his fingers clenching her thighs closed. Then he spun her around to face him her back tight against the wall. She fought to get free with all her strength but he was incredibly strong. He tangled his hands in her hair and knocking her to her knees he began to drag her across the room by her hair. She grabbed his wrists and let herself be dragged kicking and screaming across the room. He dragged her past to he bureau and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She fought hard but he pushed her down and sat on her and forced her hands behind her and handcuffed them together. He got up and lifted her to her feet. She shouldered him in the gut and bolted past him running out of the room. He laughed and walked after her. He was really starting to enjoy this. She was much easier to catch now, but there was no surrender in her. She fought silently breathing hard. Once back into the bedroom he forced her back up against the wall and grabbing her hair again he growled. "If you bite me bitch, I will kill you." and began to force his kisses on her. She fought him, struggling to turn her face away, keeping her lips closed. He slammed her head against the wall a hard knock, "Open your fucking mouth bitch." She saw stars and opened her mouth to his. He kissed her brutally, biting her lips. He pinched her nipples hard, twisting and yanking. She whimpered. Then he forced her to her knees. "Open up bitch, I am so going to face fuck you." She turned her face away from his hard cock. He jerked on her hair. "Open your fucking mouth." She opened her mouth and he lunged into her. She tried to rear back gagging and coughing but her head was trapped against the wall. He repeatedly forced his cock down her throat, humping her face in hard fast thrusts. It was too fast, too hard for her to try to swallow him, she was gagging in loud grunting "guh, guh, guh" sounds. She was beginning to feel extremely sick, her gag reflex making vomit rise in her throat. Just when she felt like she was going to puke on him he stopped. She swayed on her knees swallowing down the the mouth full of vomit that rose up to the back of her throat. He was breathing hard looking down at her with a frightening smile. Then he turned and walked away from her and began to do something with the video camera and turned on the television. She lurched to her feet and began to back away from him. He walked up to her and almost casually put his foot against her and knocked her sprawling on the floor. He grabbed one of her ankles and dragged her to the middle of the room positioning her on the floor in full view of the video camera. She kicked and twisted to get free from his hands. He rolled her over onto her stomach and pinning her to the floor he unlocked and removed the handcuffs. As soon as her hands were free she began to fight in earnest. He laughed delightedly, she was strong and it was a challenge to keep her under control. But he was stronger and she never once tried to hurt him to gain an advantage. Slowly he began to gain control of her; getting her onto her back, locking his hands around her wrists, forcing her arms above her head, pinning her down with his weight. He forced her legs apart with his knees, trapped her legs under his. Even when he had her completely restrained under him she continued to struggle arching straining against him. "Look at the television. This is an great show. Watch me fuck you." And she squealed with rage and defeat as he began to force his cock up her pussy. Angela never stopped fighting but she was so close to completely losing control. At the first sensation of his cock pressing into her she was being torn apart by the hugest fucking orgasm she had ever experienced. All the tension, fear and excitement from the caning, his hard fuck of her ass, and the fight had come together to an amazing eruption. She masked the convulsions of exquisite pleasure with repeated lunges and surges trying to knock him off her to wiggle out from under him. She screamed out "No.. oh.. oh.." He had some trouble thrusting into her not having free movement but her pussy was clamped around his cock like a vice. Her absolute refusal to surrender, forcing him to fight for every lunge into her was incredibly erotic. Suddenly he was tired of games, "Angela, Angela. Stop!" At the sound of her name and the soft warmth of his tone she suddenly stilled and looked up at him. "I am tired of this game. I just want to fuck you now. Stop fighting me. Please." He had never said 'please' to her ever during sex. A long shudder shook the length of her body. He began to stroke into her, long evenly paced lunges. Her hips picked up the rhythm and she surged to match him. She looked up at his face in wonder. Her orgasms coursing through her endlessly, like a distant thunderstorm. He let go of her arms and gently stroked her face. He put his hand under her head and lifting her face to his, he kissed her. Her lips trembled under his. He was very aware that she was coming almost endlessly, the contractions in her cunt were amazingly pleasurable. But it seemed that she was hardly noticing her orgasms. She was staring up at him with a startled awed look, his change of mood had completely undone her. She reached her arms up and around him and fiercely held him tight to her. His climax was long, and he moved against her, gasping into her mouth, long shivers of pleasure making him jerk and thrust reflexively for minutes after he came.