1 comments/ 32495 views/ 5 favorites Make Me By: SpankMeDaddy "That's it. Lick my clit for me like that." I grabbed the back of his dark chocolate bald head and started grind my wetness into his face. His dark massive hands grappled my mahogony thigh and held it open for his assault. His muscular smoky body glistened against the crisp white sheets. He was angled on his side, pushing his whole tongue and face into me. The pleasure was just so very exquisite. His girlfriend, a thick light skinned Creole girl, was curled up on her side, licking his balls, heavy with cum, as she stroked his thick purple shaft. Pale fingers against the dark penis looked so very erotic to me. I reached to my right and grabbed her long auburn hair. "You need to suck him into the back of your throat." On my cue, she started to take him into her mouth. "Suck him! Now!" I pushed her head down on him, making her gag against him. What a picture we made, almost a triangle, tangled on the bed together. He moaned with pleasure,his lips firmly wrapped around my clitoris. The more I pushed her head, the more he groaned. The more he groaned, the closer I got to reaching my zenith. Her hips twisted and turned, trying to get more of him into her mouth. I let go of her hair, sliding my fingers between her thighs to pinch and pull on her clitoris. I could tell by her jump and twitch to slide away that she was surprised that I didn't slide my fingers into her to make her come. Over and over, I pinched her and when she tried to move away, I spanked her bottom one good time. "Stop moving and suck him. Until you can take him all in your throat, I am going to keep this up." At once, she stopped moving and started to really suck him with everything she had. Her head began to bob back and forth, up and down. Instead of gagging, she was now moaning on him. Her thighs fell open, taking my pinches in stride. That is when I noticed that she was getting wetter and wetter as I pinched her. With all the attention she is was giving his dick, I knew it was only moments before he came. I made him lay on his back, her face still firmly attached to his dick, and I rode his face, watching her give him head. If I just leaned forward, I could suck his dick with her. Instead, I leaned forward and pulled her up by her hair and pulled her face toward my nipples. "Suck them. He can wait until I come to feel you finish him." I heard his whimper of protest. "Since you think you are running things here, and clearly you are not, you need to lick my ass while your girlfriend works on my nipples." I could tell he was about to protest. When he opened his mouth, I moved my clit and placed my ass right on his lips. "Lick it. Now." His tongue started to slowly circle the rim of my anus, sliding in and out from time to time. I reached back for a second so that he could have complete access to my back hole. When I was sure that he wasn't going to stop, I made his girlfriend slide her full yellow butt on top of his hard on. I made sure that he was wedged between her thick lower lips, but not able to maneuver inside of her. I pulled her fingers to my clit and made her circle her fingers around the tip. Her lips that had never left my breast, started to suckle harder. My inner walls started to tremble, but I just threw my head back and continued to enjoy the pleasure they were giving me. I felt her stop and I opened my eyes to see her licking my come from her fingers. "I did not tell you to stop." I could not say it with any conviction, because I knew as soon as she started to feel my clit again, I was going to come everywhere. With a grin and a final lick of her fingers, she started to finger my clit again. As I started to buck against her finger, she took her fingers and bunched them up. Up in me they went, over and over again until I came down from the very intense orgasm. I moved off his face and saw that I had come so hard that his whole face was shiny with my juices. "You love the taste of me," I told her. "Clean him up with your tongue. Don't miss a spot." I grab my robe and head for the bathroom. I could hear them copulating hard as I turned on the shower. When I was all fresh and clean, I emerged from the bathroom. They were fully dressed and smiling. "You were fabulous. When may we see you again?" She blushed and giggled, barely getting the question out. "When my schedule permits, I will call. You must be available or you will not be called again." I tried to look stern but when he bent to place one last kiss on my sex, I had to smile. "Go now. I will call you soon." I loved breaking in the new couples into the lifestyle. It always surprised me when both people in the relationship want to be dominated. To me, it always worked better if one person has the upper hand. Arnie, a friend of mine, was on his way over to try to get that upper hand. He and I were both doms who met during a vacation in Vegas. He made his sub lick me out in the bathroom and we have kept in touch every since. Arnie came into town, saying it was for business. I knew it was really so he could have a chance to dominate me. I made sure that he heard that I was a dominant who was looking for another dominant to take charge of me. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist trying. I knew he would fail and be yet another notch on my belt of fallen doms. Just as I was changing the sheets on my bed, thinking about Arnie, he called. "I am on my way over." He was so gruff and to the point, I had to smile. Might as well let him think he is in charge. "Ok, but we are going to just talk, right Arnie?" I made my voice sound sweet and a little unsure. I knew he had to think he was walking into a sure thing before he would really let his guard down. He had the nerve to laugh. "We will do what I want to do and you will do it." I could hear the heavy breathing that he was now doing. Yeah. Touch yourself and think about making me like it Arnie. I like it when you come all hyped up. I laughed to myself. "I got my dick hard right now, so when I get there, you better have your panties already off." I giggled and sighed "Oh Arnie, you really are a dom, aren't you?" Sucka... ********************************************' When Arnie knocked, I made sure to have on a very sexy pair of crotchless panties. White lace, sheer nylon, they left nothing to the imagination. But I knew they would piss Arnie off. He had told me to already have my panties off. When I opened the door, Arnie took one look at me and got mad. "I thought I told you to have your panties already off, girl?" He slammed my door and dragged me over to the couch. I could tell he was really angry. I don't know why though. Surely he couldn't have thought dominating me was going to be that easy. He sat down against my black leather couch and pulled me firmly over both his knees. Through his jeans, I could feel his hard on pressing against my belly and I laid over him. As he raised his hand to spank my bottom, he started to chastise me. "Didn't I tell you to have your panties off?" He gave a lick with every word. "You will learn to obey me." His spanks were not soft, but they were not the spanks of a true dominate. I knew then that I could have him. I started to grind into the hits. I made sure that I was angled in such a way that every time he spanked me, Arnie was hitting my still swollen sex. I knew he could feel the heat and moisture in the middle of his hand. I slowly moved my hand until it was on top of my kitty and started to slowly stroke it back and forth. I could feel that I was about to come so I made sure the panties fell off to either side while he continued to spank me. The final lick came down and I squirted girl juice all over his hand. I looked over my shoulder and with my best little girl voice I apologized. "Gee, Arnie! I am so sorry." I curled up into his lap, nestling my dripping hole over his raging hard on. "I didn't know I was going to come like that with you." I started to lick me off of his hand and suck on his fingers. His eyes glazed over and his hips started to grind against me, without him realizing what he was doing. "Will you lick it for me so that I can start all over again, Arnie?" I moved off of him and held my legs behind my head. My panties, come drenched, were no match for his hands. He tore through them, trying to get to my wetness. His tongue reached inside me, tickling my walls. I pulled one of his hands up to my mouth and licked between his fingers and sucked on his fingers like they were his member. I groaned and writhed against his ministrations, making sure that he had access to all of me. Before I knew it, his tongue was sliding in and out of my nether hole. Oh you wanna play it that way, eh? I smiled to myself because I knew how to turn this into a positive for me. "Arnie, please stick your finger inside my ass. I need it so badly." He reared up to put his thumb inside, twisting it to and fro. I took my left foot and slid it across his bottom lip. He smiled and started to suck on my big toe and he finger violated my behind. I looked him in the eye as I reached between my legs and started to give myself yet another moment of pleasure. I could tell that he liked watching me. I saw the spot on the front of his pants getting bigger and bigger as he watched me. "Arnie, will you put it in for me? I know you must feel so good." He grunted he stopped fingering me only long enough to unzip his pants and charge into me without further ado. As his finger went back into my ass, his member was engulfed by my puffy lips. I made my walls close around him over and over again. Arnie looked down at me and I could tell that he was about to come. He said, "Stop moving." I stopped, but kept touching myself. My sugary walls started to pulse on him, drawing out the impending orgasm. My hips were perfectly still as my kitty started to suck him in, over and over again. "Oh shit!" he yelled as he started to pound into me over and over again. I felt his release inside me, moving. "Arnie, baby, I am not on any birth control. Lick it out of me." I smiled pretty for him and he immediately started to lick and lick until there was no more come from him inside of me. I giggled and squealed as he did his thing. "Arnie, you are the absolute best!" He reared back, smiling from ear to ear. "Ok," he said. "Now you lick me." He sat back on the couch with his hands crossed behind his head. I giggled and got up from the couch. "I am sorry but I can't do that. I gotta get moving." I glided into my bathroom to start the shower up again. "I didn't know it was so late." I started to make a big show of straightening up around the house. He stared up at me, looking incredulous. "But baby, I am hear to dominate you. Not the other way around." He looked really confused. I smile up at him and explained it. "I don't just give away the power to me. You have got to earn it. This day, you earned an orgasm from me. But I am the dom, not you." You could see how mad he was as he stormed towards the door. "Fuck you! Fuck you forever!" I smiled and closed the door behind him. C'mon now, playa, I thought to myself. Fa real though, who's the mack? ************************************************** A week later, I ran into Arnie and his friend Rey, out at a jazz concert. Arnie was extremely civil. I was very surprised, given how angry he was when left my house. He made sure that he introduced Rey to me and told him that I, too, was a dominate. Rey was a lot taller than me, and had a quiet edge about him. I thought, gee, he is sexy. Too bad he is friends with Arnie. He had dark brooding eyes and a strong chin. His lips curled in derision when he heard that I was a dominate, but he kept any derogatory thoughts to himself. After the concert, Arnie invited me to go back to his hotel room so that they could change into street clothes, and we could go out dancing. There was a new pub in town that I wanted to try, so I didn't see the harm in that. When we got to the room Arnie excused himself to go grab some ice so we could have drinks before we left. When he left, Rey turned on some music on the radio and invited me to sit down and talk. Instead of sitting, I went to look out the big glass window that traveled the length of the room. I was feeling restless and ready to party. I needed to be moving. I let my body move to the slow rhythm of the music. Rey came up behind me and pulled me by my hair hard. "I told you to sit down." He dragged me over to the chair by the desk and sat me down. "Now, next time you will obey." I looked up at him, not saying a word. He didn't know he had just declared war. I leaned back into the seat and didn't say a word. I crossed my legs and continued to listen to the music. As I sat there, determined not to show any feeling, Rey started to strip. The man was built like a god. His muscles looked tight and firm in the light of the room. When he was naked, he looked over at me. "I am going to take a shower. When I come back, you will be naked and ready to rub me down with lotion." Without another look back, he headed into the bathroom and started his shower. Arnie came back into the room whistling, ready to make drinks. "I will have some Grey Goose and cranberry juice, please," I requested. He mixed my drink and his concoction of Spiced Rum and coke. He also poured a healthy shot of Petron into a shot glass for Rey. We made small talk of the submissives we both knew until Rey's shower stopped and he stepped out of the bathroom still wet. He looked past Arnie at me. "I see you did not do as I requested. You will do as I say." He looked so calm and nonplussed that for one second, I was taken aback. I was expecting him to get mad and temperamental and lose control. He came over to where I was sitting and tore the buttons off my shirt and started to take my shirt off of me. I put up a fight but I was no match for him. Before I knew it I only had on my skirt. My bra had been a victim of circumstances when he tore my shirt, torn and mangled, hanging to the side. Wrestling for my shirt had put me in a compromising position where my hips were hanging off the chair. Rey straddled my legs and unzipped my skirt..I was about to fight and then I realized that I had on a $500 skirt. Better to give in than to have to replace this bad boy. I allowed him to pull my skirt off, but I made myself detach so that I wouldn't enjoy what he wanted from me. With my skirt off, he grabbed my hair with one hand and with the other rubbed his shaft, leaking with precum, over my lips. It might as well been lip gloss for all the attention I was paying him. He let go of my head and grabbed a nipple. Rey twisted the nipple painfully until I gasped. He slid the tip of the shaft in the space that I made. I could taste him on my tongue and wanted more, but I was not going to give him the satisfaction of sucking on him. The more I resisted, the more he pulled until I could not take the pain anymore. I opened my mouth and he started to pump my face. I started to gag, thinking maybe that would stop him. He didn't even slow down. I looked up at him, trying to give him the best innocent face that I had. He laughed and said, "That shit don't work with me. Sorry baby girl." Arnie had propped himself on the desk, watching the action. He pulled out his member and started to stroke himself as he watched the unfolding action. He reached to the side and grabbed a bottle of lotion and was about to squeeze it in his hand when Rey stopped him. "Hey man. Why you gonna use lotion when you can get some cream from this one?" He held my head in place as Arnie pried my legs open and grabbed a handful of my juices from me. When Arnie started to stroke himself again, Rey pulled me up and pushed me up against the window. The window was cold against my back, but he didn't give me any time to adjust. He grabbed my legs and yanked them up. With only my back against the window for balance, I started to struggle against him. He was so strong that he didn't even feel my fists beating into him as he entered me in one fell swoop. Over and over he entered me. It felt so good, but I couldn't give it. I had to get the upper hand somehow. I leaned forward and started to bite and nip at Rey. Instead of backing away, he leaned into it, moaning. His hips started to circle and sway into me at interesting angles. I was getting to him, but he had never stopped getting to me. When I thought I had distracted him, I tried to move. Instead of letting me move, he opened me up further, slipping his fingers into the crevice of my ass. Harder and harder he fucked me. I tried everything I could do get away from him. It was to no avail. All the squirming did was make sure that he hit my spot over and over again. Before I knew it, I was coming all over him, screaming his name. Still inside me, still hard, he carried me over to the bed. Rey flipped me over so that I was on my hands and knees and he went back to giving me all of him inside of me. Arnie climbed on the bed and tried to make me suck him off. I turned my head. Rey grabbed my head and told me, "you will suck him now." I was thinking that I would do no such thing. He sensed my thoughts and before I knew what hit me, he was buried to the hilt in my nether hole. Although I had experienced fingers and tongues, I had never had something so thick and long inside my back door. I thought I was going to pass out from the pain. I tried to remember to relax so that it wouldn't hurt, but I was doing a horrible job. "If you want me to stop fucking your ass, you will suck him now." I took it head on like a champ for three more pushes but by the forth, I had to give in. I couldn't take it anymore. Arnie smiled as I started to suck him with everything that I had. Rey pulled out of my abused hole and went to the bathroom to wash his peter off. When he came back, I knew to be sucking Arnie because I don't think I could have took him in that hole again with passing out. Arnie came quickly, with lots of swearing and shaking. Rey glanced over at Arnie and told him to go ahead to the pub without us. Seems we were going to be busy all night long. That night, Rey broke me. I never thought a man could make me bend to his will. I now stand corrected. I am still a dom. But you better believe that when Rey is with me, I am the best submissive you will ever find. Fin Make Me You sit quietly, listening only part of the time the conversation around you. You look around at those sitting around the table. Anne catches your eye, seeming sympathetic to the boredom she must sense in your expression. You cross your legs and smile back, looking down at your hand running across the napkin in your lap. He seems intensely interested in the subject at hand. He's not given you as much as a single glance for what seems like ages. You find yourself wishing you had stayed at home. Why bother? These are his friends. Anne is nice enough, but the other couple...you can't even remember their names. You excuse yourself and walk slowly to the restroom, lingering in front of the mirror, checking your lipstick and pulling at your sweater. You stand there, waiting. A group of women walk in, laughing and talking excitedly amongst themselves, and you push your way out the door as they take over the small room. You sit back down at the table, and are surprised to see that everyone is saying their goodbyes. Usually they sit for an hour after dinner drinking their wine and telling stories that mean nothing to you. Friends long before you came on the scene, they leave you feeling like an outsider. You sip at your wine and smile back as Anne leans in and gives you a quick hug. A few more words, and they are gone...leaving you alone with him. He says nothing as he finishes his wine and signs the credit card slip. A quick movement, and his hand is beside you, helping you out of your chair. His hand against the small of your back ushers you through the door and out into the cool air. You now are at the car, and he opens your door and helps you in. You lean your head back against the headrest and close your eyes. Sure that he'll be unhappy with you, yet again. The drive home is silent. You reach for the radio, and he pushes your hand away. As he pulls into the driveway, you reach for the door handle, ready to hurry inside. You want nothing but to get away from him, as quickly as possible. He doesn't try to stop you. You pause to take your shoes off as you start up the steps, sure that you'll fall in them, unused to their height. He catches up to you at the top of the steps, a dark look in his eyes. He unlocks the door, and you rush past him and up the stairs. In the bathroom, you shut the door and lock the knob, eager to avoid him for the rest of the evening. You turn on the water to fill the tub and add a capful of bubble bath. Pulling off your sweater and skirt you drop them on the floor. You step on them deliberately, smiling to yourself, knowing he hates to have a mess, hates to see the clothing he buys "mistreated" as he puts it. You slide into the tub, turning off the cold tap completely, sliding back so your body is covered by the bubbles. You close your eyes, trying to forget the horrible evening. Even as you drop below the surface of the water, you can hear him moving around downstairs, the sound of the television emanating through the ceiling. You are determined to stay in here until he falls asleep. Knowing you're being immature...but still so angry with him for acting like he did at dinner. All night, he never said a word to you, letting you sit there feeling like an idiot. Next time he can go alone. You lay there for half an hour or more. The water grows cool over time, and you decide you may as well get out. Maybe he won't even notice you're done. You wring out your hair and climb out, wrapping a towel around your head, and another around your body. You stand at the mirror, procrastinating, trying to decide whether you should go straight to the bedroom and avoid him, or go downstairs and tell him what an ass he really is. Deciding that avoidance is your safest tactic, you turn off the light and step into the hallway, your hand along the wall so as to find your way in the dark. You breathe a sigh of relief to hear nothing but the sound of the television chattering away in the downstairs. You step into the bedroom and push the door shut. Your relief turns to surprise as you see him push the door open and move toward you. You climb onto the bed and start to crawl quickly to your side. He grabs your ankle and pulls you back toward him. You end up on your stomach, your breath knocked out of you. He leans over you, his body pressing you down, and grabs your chin, twisting your head around so he is looking right at you. "Why do insist on acting like a spoiled child?" he says quietly and deliberately. Pushing his hand away, you try to roll away, but his body weight against you makes it impossible. "You aren't going to answer me?" he growls. You glare back at him, which only angers him more. What does he want you to say? He stands up, and you hesitantly roll over, pulling the covers down and starting to climb under. "Stand up." An order, harsh and unyielding. You look over at him, and even in the dim light from the streetlights, you can see that he is serious, as serious as he's ever been. You hesitate, and then decide it's in your best interests to listen. You stand up on trembling legs, trying to make your expression strong and stoic. You won't let him think he's gotten to you. "Take off the towel." You smile as you drop the damp towel to the floor. "Really, shouldn't I put it in the hamper?" you say in your most sarcastic tone. "Be quiet." Again, cold, and not at all amused by your comment. "Turn around and get on the bed. On your knees." You stand still, considering his request, trying not to let any indication of your growing fear become evident to him. You follow his direction, on your knees, palms flat on the bed, looking straight ahead. "You don't listen to me. I get tired of your silly games." A sharp slap lands on your ass, and your sharp intake of breath is almost involuntary. Another, and then another rain down on you, and you begin to lose your control. You grit your teeth and close your eyes, the heat and humiliation taking over your thoughts. You keep your back straight and keep your head up, though, hoping to stay strong and hold the tears back. Just as suddenly as it started, the beating stops and there is nothing but silence. Focused, you listen for any change in the room, trying to guess at his next move. Frozen in time, afraid to move or change position, you feel panic within. Minutes pass. You stay still, willing yourself to breathe in slowly and calm your beating heart. Nothing more comes, and you start to relax, yet stay where you are, too afraid of the consequences to move. "Are you ready to apologize?" You start at the sound of his voice, wondering to yourself where he's been. Had he been standing right there the entire time? You try to formulate a response, but your head is fuzzy and your mouth dry. "I...I didn't do anything wrong!" you blurt. "Wrong answer." The hard, harsh slap of wood stings your ass, and before you catch your breath, another blow hits your thigh. He alternates sides, moving quicker than he did with his hand alone. Your head drops and you clutch at the bedcovers, trying to scramble away from the pain he's inflicting. Your skin burns, and the pain overcomes your conscious thought. You hear your voice, but it doesn't sound like you, more like the sounds of a wounded animal. You drop to your stomach, trying anything to avoid the blows. Finally, you lift your head and answer him. "No, I'm sorry! Stop, please!" His hands grab at your tender flesh, and you feel him turning you on your side. The heat of his body adds to the heat on your skin, as he lies down beside you and presses himself into you, as you curl away, unsure of what to expect. His lips brush against your neck and shoulders, and his arms wrap around you, gathering you closer to him. Somehow his tenderness is more alarming than anything else he'd done to you tonight. You struggle with your inner fears, and eventually relax against him, willing to accept what he gives. His hands press into your breasts, along your stomach, and across your thighs, before his fingers find your wetness and push into it. You inhale and can't help but let your legs fall apart, ignoring the pain that still heats your ass, as you lean back into him. His fingers are gently but insistently finding their way...exploring you, and you can tell that you are shockingly aroused by what he's been doing to you tonight. He knows that for you, pain mixes with pleasure in a way only he understands. As his fingers move inside you, you close your eyes and focus on the sensations building inside you. His hands help you onto your back, the pain a sudden surprise as your still-aching flesh contacts the bed. His palm on your forehead calms you, and he leans in to kiss your cheek, your lips, and as he moves down your body, you shudder at the intensity of it all. "Are you ready?" he asks quietly, his voice soft now. You nod, and you feel his cock pressing gently but insistently against your wet opening. You spread your legs wider and wrap them around him as he pushes into you and pauses. "No, don't stop now," your voice sounds foreign in your own head. He begins to move inside you, slowly at first, and then building in intensity. You cry out as you feel him come inside you, and you hold him tight against you as your own orgasm overtakes you. He pulls out of you, pressing your legs together and sitting beside you on the bed. "You need to learn to listen to me. You know that I treat you as you deserve to be treated." You look at him thoughtfully, and after considering your many possible responses, you smile widely. "Make me." Make Me Zoë lay on her side of the double bed, next to George. He had his one arm wrapped underneath her, with her head nestled on his chest. She was only wearing a top and some panties and he was in his underwear. The television was on, they had taken out a movie and this was now somewhere in the middle. Zoë had lost track of it ages ago. She was staring at the screen unseeingly, thinking about George and her. Occasionally, George would absent-mindedly fondle her breasts. She wished he would stop, he was making her horny, and by the look of it he was in a tired lazy mood, he would not follow through on it. She sighed, thinking of her beautiful collar. He did not put it on her for a while. She wondered whether he was growing tired of being her Sir, and quickly pushed the thought out of her mind. He looked at her quizzically when he heard her sigh. She smiled at him and pretended to continue watching the movie. He squeezed her nipples one after the other, making her rate of breathing increase. She silently cursed him, he knew how this turned her on. When she did not show any other sign of reaction he twisted them harder. Zoë gave an altogether different sigh as she slightly arched her back to let her chest meet his hands with more pressure. Pleased at her movement he again moved his attention back to the TV screen, but didn't stop to pinch and pull at her nipples, sometimes pinching at the flesh all over her breasts and stomach. Zoë closed her eyes and let the little sensations excite her. Her pussy had been wet ten minutes into the film, and now it was getting wetter. Her breathing became louder as he idly toyed with her. Without noticing it, Zoë started to rhythmically move her hips, rubbing against George's leg. He looked at her again, smiling this time. "Are you horny again?" he asked, amused. She didn't answer. He chuckled but continued to watch the film, leaving Zoë feeling very unimportant and very unsatisfied. After another couple of minutes of this slow torture Zoë let her fingers creep to her pussy, glancing at George. He felt her looking at him rather than seeing her hand movement, and he chuckled again. He rolled half over her, so he could put his leg between Zoë's, pushing his hard against her pussy. She groaned, enjoying the pressure there. She started a slow hump against his leg, rubbing herself against him, and getting hornier by the second. He was still pinching her nipples and watching the film. Zoë could not help feeling disappointed. She knew she could come like this if she worked hard for it, but she could do that with a pillow at home. She tried pushing the thought away and tried reaching release. She couldn't get her mind in it, and just felt more frustrated after a while. George sensed this and for the first time the evening gave her his full attention. "Come on, you whore," he whispered in her ear. The words that usually spurred her on just scalded her this time. He did make her act like a whore. That is what they both liked. The dirty words were almost too real for her tonight. They angered her. They belonged to one world and lately he had them playing in another. He could not mix it any way he liked. He knew she needed more. "Work your cunt, slut. Come! That is what it was made for!" he continued in a harsh whisper. Once more she tried getting away from the negative thoughts in her mind and put some extra energy into riding his leg. "You were made to fuck, so fuck," he said. Zoë's eyes flew open, and could feel the anger bubbling to the surface. She stopped abruptly, and while breathing heavily said, "Make me, you fucking bastard!" She tried pushing him off her chest, swinging her legs out from under him. A smile flickered on George's lips again. He rolled on top of her, crushing her with his weight. Zoë dropped her arms next to her, she knew they were useless, and tried to push him off her with her legs, which were much stronger. They started a vigorous wrestling match. A couple of times Zoë almost succeeded in dislodging George, but he always stayed on top of her. After a while she tried a new tactic. She tried crawling out underneath him by sliding off the edge of the bed. She succeeded in slumping to the floor in such a position that her legs were splayed obscenely in the air, the edge the bed just below her buttocks. She had to hold her weight with her arms, and George was sitting on one of her legs. "Excellent position," he remarked. He pushed down her top over her tits and twisted both her nipples harder than he had all evening, and started rubbing her clit through the lacy material of her panties. For a second Zoë forgot herself and enjoyed the situation, but then she twisted like a snake and fell to the floor. She was on her hands and knees, and tried to get up as quick as she could, but George was faster. He had wrapped his hands in her hair and savagely pulled her back down to the floor, into a kneeling position. She cried out and her hands shot up, trying to untangle his painful grip on her to no avail. While she struggled, he removed his underpants with one hand so quickly that she barely had time to realize. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled her to him. His cock fully erect and he started stroking himself rapidly as he pulled her face towards him. She knew what he wanted, but refused and tried pulling away. He grunted and forced her mouth around his cock, gripping her head and fucked her fiercely. In that instance all Zoë's resistance crumbled and she started sucking him, trying to keep up with his pace. He moaned appreciatively and soon shot burst after burst of his pearly white semen into her mouth. She swallowed it and let her head fall into his lap. They were both sweaty and had racing breaths. They sat like this in silence, him stroking her head softly for what seemed like a lifetime for Zoë. She could not explain why she now felt so fulfilled, kneeling at his feet, the taste of him in her mouth. She did not know why the little token of him stroking her hair was so special and so right at the moment. She was still very horny, but it no longer mattered to her that she had not come yet. George stirred, and when she made to move he stopped her with a hand. He left her kneeling as he moved towards the cupboard. He took out a towel. "I am going to take a quick shower," he stated. "When I get back I want you completely naked, and I want you to present your collar to me." He left the room. Zoë complied quickly, leaving her with a lot of time think over what just happened. She flushed when she remembered what she had called him and the anger that she felt, but could also not help thinking about how much the wrestle had turned both of them on. How would she explain it to George if he should ask her? Did he even notice that she had been angry, or did he just see it as a game, a little play? Lost in her reverie she almost did not hear him come back in, but as the door clicked shut, she corrected her posture. George found her kneeling where he had left her, facing the bed, back straight, head lowered. Her hands rested palm up on each of her thighs. In front of her, on the bed, lay her collar. He fiddled about for a while and then approached her. He briefly caressed her cheek. "Stand up," he said softly. When she was standing her lightly turned her and pressed in the small of her back, indicating that he wanted her to walk. He continued this light pressure until she was against the wall. "In position," he demanded. She spread her legs slightly, raised her arms and rested her lower arms against the wall, palms flat. He leaned into her; she could feel his breath in her neck. He reached around her and cupped her breasts. "Whose tits are these?" he asked softly in her ear. She shivered a bit, cringing away from his mouth. "Yours, Sir," she answered. He noticed her movement, but left it for the time being. His hand slipped to her pussy, and this he also cupped. "Whose cunt is this?" "Yours, Sir." He slid a finger into her. He brought his slick digit to her nose and then to her mouth, chuckling. She sucked his finger clean, blushing. He stepped back and run his hand over the curve of her backside. "Whose ass is this?" "Yours, Sir." For a second she could feel no contact, then a sharp slap to her ass. She gasped. He continued to caress her buttocks for a while, and then he spread them apart and pressed a finger against her tight hole. "Whose asshole is this?" She tensed, not answering. He pressed harder against it. "Yours, Sir!" she said quickly. He continued the pressure against it for a little bit longer and then let his hands continue roaming. Again he leaned into her. He kissed the junction of her neck and shoulder. She tensed her shoulders and dropped her head, trying to subtly push him away from her neck. George loved how she was so sensitive in the area around her neck and ears. He grabbed her hair and forced her head upright. He licked all the way up from the bottom of her neck to her ear, then inside her ear. She squirmed, trying not to pull away. "Whose neck is this," he demanded. She did not answer, focusing on staying in position as he continued to lick inside her ear. She had goose bumps all over her lower body. He bit down on her neck. He pulled her hair tighter until she cried out. "Whose is it, slut?" "Yours... It's yours, Sir," she gasped out. He did not relent. He nibbled on her ear. "Whose ears are these?" She groaned, rolling her head until he forced it upright again. He bit her ear harder. "Yours Sir," she moaned. "Fetch the collar," he growled, and threw her to the floor. She crawled back to the bed, picked it up and hobbled awkwardly back to him. He laughed at how comic she looked, using only one arm crawling. He had once punished her for putting something in her mouth. He did not want her slobber all over his things. She kneeled in front of him and presented the collar to him in both her hands. He took it from her, waiting for her to lift her hair out of the way. After he fastened it around her neck tightly he lifted her chin. "Who am I?" he asked. She considered this. Somehow he had never really asked this from her. She could not and did not want to say Master. Not yet. "Sir," she said tentatively, and then added, "my Sir." He seemed satisfied with the answer. "Who are you?" She thought about this too, and saw where he was going. He did notice her anger then. She blushed. "I am your whore, Sir." "Fetch the crop." She crawled to the cupboard and repeated the funny hobble back to him. "Get your ass on the bed, now." She held out the crop to him. He did not take it from her, he just raised a brow. Somewhat confused, she crawled back to the bed. Only when she was in the right position with her face in the pillows and her backside raised did he take it from her. "I do not appreciate being called a bastard," he remarked. "Also, what is mine I will have whenever and however I want. I don't like my orders being challenged." It was a mere statement. It was like he was talking to himself. He chuckled. "And I missed half my movie, tsk!" Zoë felt that she was not required to comment. She simply waited for the first strike to fall with closed eyed. She craved the kiss of the crop as much as she respected and almost feared it. "Count for me, girl," he said, followed by the first swing. Zoë listened to the swish, the thwack and grunted from the burst of pain. "One, Sir," she said as soon as she could. "That's not how I taught you to count. Let's restart." Zoë searched her mind for the right wording, not preparing at all for the next strike. When it landed she was so surprised that she cried out. "One. I'm a dirty little whore, Sir." "Good girl!" The next two strikes were harder, but she only grunted at each again. The third strike fell on her upper thigh and she stiffened her whole body to accommodate the sting. "Four. I'm a dirty little whore, Sir." The last two were even harder. The scream died in her throat, coming out as a slight exclamation. "Six. I'm a dirty little whore, Sir." "Now, come for me, my little whore." He kissed her forehead and continued watching the film. "Yes, you are," he agreed, tossing the crop aside. He slipped into bed with her, and she repositioned herself, lying as she had done earlier with her head on his chest. He rewinded the movie to where she had last paid some sort of attention. He reached into the bedside table's drawer and took out a vibe, giving it to her.