We often have vigorous sex that makes me feel taken and submissive. But this was something else altogether. Michael lunged into me and it was off to the races. My ass hurt as it rubbed against the sheets and I knew my insides would quickly become sore from this kind of intercourse. But my immediate worry was how not to orgasm without permission. I was out of my mind aroused, and surely Michael could feel it in my extreme wetness.
I need not have worried. As my situation grew dire Michael suddenly stopped with just the tip of his cock inside me. “Don’t you make a fucking sound,” Michael growled. “I know when you’re about to cum, and it’s not going to happen.”
He did know me that well. In a moment he began thrusting again and continued talking, whispering degradation in my ear. “You love this, don’t you? On your back, putting out for me, your slutty pussy getting used.”
I nodded feebly and agreed, far off into sub-space.
Sensing I was close to going over the edge again, Michael paused. Normally I could plead with him for an orgasm (usually denied), but that was definitely off the table during my Dark Day. He soon resumed taking his pleasure. I had sagged a bit from exhaustion and soreness, prompting him to admonish me. “Keep your legs spread!” I put my knees up and spread wide, relishing the dirty feeling of doing as I was told.
Getting back into his rhythm, Michael now enlisted me in degrading myself. He directed me to call myself names, to admit my true nature. We had done this a couple of times before, but now it took on an even bigger power.
“What’s happening to you right now?” Michael prompted.
“You’re fucking me like a slut!”
“You deserve this — tell me you deserve this.”
“I do deserve it!” I gushed. “This is how little sluts should get used!”
“You like it this way, don’t you?”
“Yes! It’s your right to use me like a whore! Whenever you want! You own me!”
Michael began grunting in my ear. “I’m going to cum! I’m going cum in that little pussy!”
Ecstatic, I urged him on. “Yes! Do it! Fuck your slutty girl! Fill me up!”
Looping his hands under my shoulders, Michael lunged hard. It hurt and I had to force myself to keep from crying out while he emptied his balls into me, using my pussy for its intended purpose. He heaved over and over, milking out every bit of his orgasm while I waited for him to finish. I made sure to keep my legs spread wide and to not distract from his pleasure. I soon felt Michael’s weight on my chest as he panted and rested. I felt beaten on the inside and out, but also very proud of myself. However, there was no after-care in my future. This was my Dark Day.
I started to thank Michael, as I always did after sex (I think it’s only right for a good submissive to say ‘thank you’ for being used), but the steely gaze had returned. “Quiet.”
I shut up and waited. Michael grabbed his camera from the bedside and sat up at the foot of the bed. I saw the red light wink on. “You said you were hungry. I just gave you something to eat.”
My mouth hung open in astonishment as I realized what he wanted. I wasn’t shocked that I had to eat cum from my own pussy, despite it being as nasty an act as I could imagine. But rather that he was going to record it. Friends would no doubt see me in this moment of unspeakable wantonness. My emotions whirled and then settled not just on acceptance, but eagerness. Michael had outdone himself again, and I was going to gladly participate in this humiliation.
“What just happened?” Michael asked, surely for the benefit of future viewers.
Shyly but clearly I answered, “You just came inside my pussy.”
He gave me a nod that was clearly an order. I reached down and slid two fingers inside myself, finding a swampy mess. I scooped out what I could and quickly brought it to my mouth where I made a show of savoring it. Then I went back for more, and did it again three times. After the last taste I licked my fingers while staring into the lens, then leaned over and took Michael’s cock into my mouth for cleaning. He looked momentarily surprised, but quickly recovered. “Good little slut,” he said before turning off the camera.
Michael put me to work with household chores while he relaxed. But first he had me set a ten-minute timer on my phone, which I left on the end table next to him. I was vacuuming when it went off and Michael called me over. He was all business. “On your knees, hands at your sides. I’m going to hurt your nipples.”
When I hesitated, Michael slapped my face again. I whipped back around and looked at him accusingly, truly shocked. He raised his hand again. “Want another?”
Actually, I kind of did. But I felt it would be unwise to poke the bear. So I quickly went to my knees and prepared myself. I endure a lot of rough nipple play. But like everything else today, I sensed we would be going to unexplored places. He reset the timer to thirty seconds, showing me before placing the phone on the floor at my knees. “After I start, you can press start on the timer. Then your hands go behind your back and stay there. Ready?”
I had questions. Perhaps there were ways I could exploit the rules to my advanta… No! Michael seized my nipples and the pain immediately went to 11. No ramping up, no giving me time to adjust. I cried out and my body twisted. “Stay still!” Michael admonished.