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Army Dom Ch. 05: Safeword

The final Chapter to the story of a sub and her Army Dom: Chapter 1: Anal Finale, Chapter 2: The Conversation, Chapter 3: Dear Sir, Chapter 4: Mixed Feelings...

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And just like that he was dead. I got the call on a mundane Tuesday, just as I was cleaning my apartment. As my best friend uttered those words, I felt a strong pang in my stomach and my heart dropped. I don't remember much, I screamed and cried like a forlorn widow whose lifelong soulmate had been ripped from her arms. Tears of pain, pity and regret that I had not spent his last days with him.

Lying on the floor I heard the phone ring again. It was her-I managed to decipher the key words that would save me. Apparently there was a mix up, he was supposed to go on the mission that ended in an explosive death for the 6 members of the team. Last minute someone else took his place as he finished up a task at the base.

I took that as the strongest sign that the universe had ever given me. I needed to be with him again, it was our second chance. The thought of him dying and never seeing him again was too much for me to bear. For the next two days I contemplated how I would go back, given my new relationship. On one level I was heartbroken having to leave my new Sir, the one who had become more than just my Dom. He was my best friend and lover. As I told him I wanted to break up he didn't agree, but he was mature and understanding. Understanding of my need to sort myself out on my own. Of course that was a big lie, but I couldn't tell him I was ending it to go back to my "abuser." He never knew the story, I had just hinted once that in my last relationship I felt as though I had lost my soul in submission that was never appreciated, as I gave more and more of myself. So he unwillingly agreed to give me time and space to heal.

"Crystal-I can't tell you how I feel right now that you're all mine again, that you're here in my arms. I love you so much." He kissed my forehead as I lay on his chest. "When you left, I couldn't believe that it was all over- the connection we have both personally and sexually, our very similar opinions on Dom/sub, and your loyalty. I mean, I expected loyalty from you... and as of now I am impressed with yours, you could say I trust it. After all this time you came back."

I looked up into the face of the one I loved more than anything in the world. My One True Dom. Our eyes locked for the second time, more intensely than the first time for the day when I appeared at the doorstep of where I used to call home.

He glazed over my body and smirked. "Now show me what is mine, I've missed it."

"How do you want me, Sir?" I teased as I wrapped my fingers around his dark blonde chest hair and looked up innocently.

"Undress, lie down and open your legs, I want to taste you."

I obey and slowly opened my legs to reveal my clean shaven, brown, thick lipped cunt. My body was heaving in anticipation, as I yearned for the oral pleasure that was usually a hard earned reward in our relationship. He knelt and looked down on me, dominating, claiming. He slid two fingers in to feel my wetness, and I shuddered and groaned, throwing my head back into the soft pillow. I was sure I would erupt as soon as I felt his mouth on me.

He spread my cunt lips apart and gazed at it. "So gorgeous, I always loved its shape, looks so clean and well taken care of."

He moaned as he buried himself in me. Licking my outer lips tantalizingly, keeping eye contact. As I felt myself drip with pleasure he plunged his tongue into me slowly, then more aggressively. As I reached the edge he made sure to hold my legs down to the side and I grabbed the sheets in desperation. Sucking my clit, finger fucking me deep. I let myself go, losing control and screaming as he brought me to a wet, mind numbing orgasm.

I fell into a deep sleep and woke up near midnight, sweating and unsure of my surroundings. It took me a minute to remember that I was back in my old home, with him. I sighed with relief as he lovingly ran his fingers through my hair.

"I want to tell you something."

"Anything, Sir."

"Remember when we first got together, we established a safe word. I want you to use it whenever you need to. I want that this time around you are happy. Even though you are my sub, your satisfaction is important to me."

"Yes, Sir." I fell back asleep, contented with the world. I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

The honeymoon period lasted for about a month. He was so attentive and submitted to my every need, physically and emotionally. But old habits die hard-he soon became consumed with work and elusive again. It boiled down to commands and demands for abusive sex almost every night. Always time for sex but no time for any personal issues I had.

But I never used my safe word ever, and how would I now? As far as I knew a safe word was a code word used in BDSM for a sub to communicate that the Dom had crossed a limit during physical play. Despite our brutal sessions, I never uttered it-perhaps my masochistic cunt craved the abuse added to the fact that I was desperate to please him. I wasn't experienced enough to understand that it could also be used to convey my lack of emotional fulfillment.

But I comforted myself daily with the words that he had written to me during our time apart. Those were treasures to me-his thoughts and feelings, so intimate that this was all worth it if he loved me so deeply. But again I doubted myself as we ate dinner one day.

"Sir, can we talk about my art show this weekend?" I ask casually as I set his food down on the table.

"I don't know about that-I'll have to see."

I was hurt. I had told him about it a least two months before, it was important to me. A hobby, but my final showing after 3 years of hard work.

"But you promised me, Sir." I say accusingly.

"Look, I said I'll see. If you continue nagging me about this you'll make me mad."

I dropped it. "Sir, we are back at Day 1." I sigh, exasperated.

"No we are not, sub. You never appreciated me as much as this on Day 1."

I glare at him, disgusted. Me appreciating him?

He smirked as he began eating. "Oh yeah, nor I, you." An after-thought.

I sat down and tried to relax. "Sir, you said some really beautiful things to me when we were apart. Before I left you were so distant that I was sure that you weren't interested in saving what we had. What made you hold on for so long?"

He concentrated on his food as he spoke. "I never wanted to disconnect. It was all you...you did that. It was your fault that we fell apart. And if that's how you felt I didn't want to force you into something you didn't want...it would've never worked. So I waited some time and I guess we shared our thoughts with each other."

I heard all of it. Our break up was my fault. No matter what I did or said, he was always right. He had charmed me back but the blame for the failed relationship was all on me. The classic narcissistic abuser.

He leaned back on the chair and put his fork down, piercing me with his deep set blue eyes. "But anyway, I want us to try having a baby. I think it's time for us to take our relationship to another level."

That thought terrified me. As much as I thought I loved him, I couldn't imagine having a family with him. Maybe it was because of his lack of time and commitment. More so it was his hot, violent temper, I could bear the brunt of it but I would never want my child to be privy to that.

"Anyway, I'll be back tomorrow night. Get your safe word ready, you're gonna need it. I don't like your attitude this evening, sub."

Again in my solitude I came to many realizations. I was a stupid, weak woman who had convinced herself back to the same sickening, mentally draining reality. I was filled with regret-my Sir at home messaged me every day to say he missed me, always concerned with my well-being. I realized what I had to do the second time around, there was no looking back. We always think we want something until we have it and then that's the true test.

The night had come. I didn't want to disobey him, I was so sore as he pounded my tiny cunt for almost two hours. He made me writhe in misery, fucking me vigorously to the point where I was about to cum, then withdrawing, taunting me, making me beg. I never was allowed to cum, yet when he did and I stuck out my tongue in anticipation to swallow his hot load I was even more humiliated. His words were still fresh in my ear. "You fucking slut, what makes you think that you deserve my cum in your filthy mouth?" Then he pushed my head away and shot his load on the ground.

He took that as an excuse to punish me, so my ass was already on fire from the lashes with the end of the leather leash and his merciless hand spanking. I was hot and explosive, almost at the point of pulling out my own nipples. My cunt was feeling like an open oozing wound, dripping and leaking and begging to be wrapped around his cock. My tight asshole quivered, knowing that it wanted that clear glass dildo forced up until my stomach wrought with painful protest.

Since we got back together he tortured me in this different way. He shouted words that belittled me and made my face burn with embarrassment and humiliation. He made me admit loudly and openly, something that I had never done before, that I was indeed a cum loving, cock craving, dirty whore. But worst of all is that when it came to sex, I wanted him badly, I wanted all of him in bed. The more he swatted me away like a disgusting fly the more my submissive cunt yearned for him.

My legs wobbled uncomfortably as I leaned over his lap. He shoved his fingers in my wet cunt from behind and then in my mouth. I tasted myself on my tongue before the words rolled out-the sweet vanilla infused yet slightly sharp taste of pussy juice.

"Please beat my cunt Sir, and then fuck both my holes at the same time." I almost whispered, as my breathing quickened and my heart pounded nervously. Before I could finish the sentence I felt his large hand grabbing my hair and pulling me back. I almost slid off his lap as he bent my back to let my head reach his.

"My pretty little fuck toy is more disgusting than I thought...but I'm not convinced."

"Sir, please stretch my cunt open and beat my clit until it is sore. Then fuck me with your big hard cock and shove that dildo up my tight ass." I smirked, keeping my gaze forward and felt proud that I said those words out loud. I was getting accustomed to this.

"Good." He barked. He stood up from the chair and my small body tumbled off, unable to keep my balance. I stumbled halfway to the ground and he pulled on the leather leash, dragging me towards the couch in the room, 10 feet away. My ankles twisted as they trailed along and I coughed as the collar squeezed the air out of me.

"Sit on the couch and open those legs, before I change my mind, you slut." He shouted, as his tall frame towered over me.

Breathless I climbed onto the couch, my sweat beaded ass sliding on the leather. My back erect against the couch, I spread my legs as far as I could, planting my heels into the cushion. I wanted to tell him I was ready, but lowered my gaze and decided against a naughty look.

"Stretch those cunt lips." I took my hands and pulled my cunt apart, revealing my pink, swollen, throbbing clit out of its caramel hiding place. I heard a grunt of approval and before I could prepare myself...

"Slap!" I felt his rough hand come down on my bean with strong blunt force. It sent a lasting vibration through my cunt walls and lower stomach. "Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!" Three more hard lashes came down on my poor clit. Each time I flinched and let out a muffled scream, squeezing my tear filled eyes together. By the fifth lash I moved to bring my legs together.

Under his breath he spoke. "You asked for it, slut, so you better take all of it." With one hand he held my legs apart and administered five more slaps, until I was sobbing and my clit felt like it was about to burst.

He stepped back and I saw his delicious cock throbbing in pleasure at his sadistic act. He grabbed hold of the glass dildo that had been resting on the armrest.

"Stand up." I sprung up off the couch and stood almost at attention. Through my eye lashes I peeped up at him. He was smiling, entertained by his enthusiastic submissive.

He plopped down on the couch, his long legs spread apart. In the moment I snuck another peek at him, he was so fucking gorgeous. His tall, broad shouldered, strong frame, only enhanced by his unforgettable cock. Surely too big for any of my three holes, but I wanted it to bludgeon and stretch me to my breaking point anyway.

"Look at me!" He shouted, interrupting my thoughts. My body jumped and I looked down at his face. His eyes glimmered mischievously, telling the world that he was a sexual deviant. I felt cock lube leaking from my cunt again, over the sticky mess that was already there.

"Now you want that dildo in your ass now, don't you?"

I nod and bit my lip.

"Why should it be the first one there?" He grabbed hold of his cock, and began to stroke its length from head to base teasingly. I shuddered at his suggestion, the thought of his thick long member in my tight asshole.

"Now, turn around, come sit on me and lower that ass onto my cock, you are going to take every inch."

My body trembled in fear, but I was definitely more experienced this time around. Putting one leg up at a time, I climbed onto him with my back to him, my head resting on his glistening chest. He grabbed violent hold of my thighs and spread them so that my asshole lined up to his cock.

I gasped as I felt its large steel like head touch my hole. I was grateful that my cunt had leaked her juices onto it, perhaps anticipating its impending abuse. Without mercy he shoved the tip into my ass, and I screamed out as the dark rimmed hole stretched to accommodate him. He grunted in approval as the head was soon in. It felt so uncomfortable I wanted to lunge off.

My eyes water, from the pain, down my face onto my breasts. I whimpered. But he began impaling me. "That's my tight fucking slut," he whispered into my ear. Slowly but surely he slid all in until balls deep. Each inch made me feel like I wanted to run to the toilet and by the time all was in, I felt like it was in my throat.

Then he tucked his hands under my knees, spreading me further. "Now ride it like the cock loving whore I know you are."

I leaned against him and moved my body up and down, trying to let my asshole pump his cock. I did it slowly. "Faster and deeper." He pulled his hands up making me bob up and down on his cock like a rag doll.

Soon enough my hole felt numb while I heard him panting and cursing in satisfaction. It felt numb and then to my surprise I started to enjoy it. With each thrust I felt a climax building; I wanted him to shove his fingers into my hot cunt and double my pleasure.

He read my body. "Now this is only half of what you wanted, Crystal." He grabbed the dildo and rubbed its length along my slit. I groaned. With one thrust he shoved in it my cunt as far as it could go.

"Now fuck yourself with it." I wrapped my small hand around it and pushed it in and out of me, slamming it all the way every time, punishing my own pussy. I always wanted to try a glass dildo, it was so smooth and pleasurable as it went deep. We built a rhythm and the two oversized members filled me to the max with each stroke and then left me vacant. My body was overwhelmed with ecstasy and I moaned loudly.

"Now pull it out your cunt and clean it." I removed the glass implement and shoved it in my small mouth, sucking its stained exterior and gagging as it hit the back of my throat. It had gotten so warm while in me. "Now back in."

As it entered me again and we built the rhythm he wrapped the end of the leather leash around his wrist. He pulled on the end, choking me, making me gulp for breath as the two cocks violate my holes. "Look at you, you are such a desperate little slut, you should feel ashamed at the condition that your Dom has you in."

I felt drunk with pleasure. The cocks in me, him instructing me in rounds to pull out the dildo and suck on it then shove it back in, the desperate gasp for air. I bucked my hips forward violently for one last time and let out a scream as my cunt and asshole clenched for 15 seconds around their assaulters.

I slumped down on him, breathing heavily, seeing starry with spots of black. My face felt tingly as blood rushed back to it.

I was pulled from my euphoria as he shoved me off his cock and the dildo shot out my slippery cunt. I fell on my knees on the ground. Still holding the end of the leash he leaned over and pulled my face so that our faces were centimetres apart.

The fear I felt made me want to vomit as he looked me dead in the eye. "I said you will cum when I let you. What the fuck will I do with you now, you worthless slut?" I felt his body relax and he smiled a nanosecond after. "But you have satisfied me, so I'm done for tonight."

I exhaled, relieved. I was satiated too, but our session wasn't as bad as I had anticipated, him asking me to remember my safe word. But perhaps it was fate for me to recall it. As he went to take a bath, I knew it was my chance. He would be home for the next two weeks, and my need to escape once more couldn't wait that long. I was determined. I felt sticky and disgusting, but I threw on my clothes hastily. I slammed open the closet door and rolled out the suitcase that I had packed days before. The cab was already downstairs.

I took one last look around the bedroom and heard the shower still running. I left the room, down the stairs, through the dining room into the kitchen. I reached for the entrance door when I felt that familiar hand grab my hair painfully.

"You fucking bitch, are you leaving me again?" He was crying angrily. "Do you know what I went through last time you left me?" The wind was knocked out of me as he spun me around and we made eye contact.

"Not this fucking time." I felt it on the side of my head, cold and hard. I whispered it in desperation as tears rolled down and I looked up into the fair face of my One True Dom. "Strawberry." A click, then an indescribable sensation. No bright light, no celestial warning. I imagined my pretty, exotic face that I had always taken so much pride in blown to pieces all over the white tiled floor, making me unrecognisable. Months before my 33rd birthday. My last thought as I slumped to the ground and saw his feet- my Sir back home who loved me. And just like that I was dead.

Except that I wasn't. But my reality that night made me wish that I was. I did reach for the front entrance door, when I heard his footsteps behind me. I turned slowly and our eyes met in the strained, dull light of the kitchen. His eyes flickered down towards the suitcase and he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it abruptly as though he couldn't find the right words to say.

I said it, the previously unspoken safe word. Only a whisper, then I saw his eyes well with tears as they pierced into me.

"Get the fuck out, you are dead to me." He turned his back and left, the emotionless statement still ringing in my ears. I stood there for a moment-confused. A part of me wanted to run to him and beg for forgiveness, but a bigger part wanted to be free of the psychological roller coaster.

Now I had a new sick feeling in my stomach, one I had never experienced. It was my second time leaving him, but he had never openly rejected me like that before. That was the worst I had ever felt. Forlorn and broken, I turned, opened the door and closed that chapter of my life forever.The final Chapter to the story of a sub and her Army Dom: Chapter 1: Anal Finale, Chapter 2: The Conversation, Chapter 3: Dear Sir, Chapter 4: Mixed Feelings...

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And just like that he was dead. I got the call on a mundane Tuesday, just as I was cleaning my apartment. As my best friend uttered those words, I felt a strong pang in my stomach and my heart dropped. I don't remember much, I screamed and cried like a forlorn widow whose lifelong soulmate had been ripped from her arms. Tears of pain, pity and regret that I had not spent his last days with him.

Lying on the floor I heard the phone ring again. It was her-I managed to decipher the key words that would save me. Apparently there was a mix up, he was supposed to go on the mission that ended in an explosive death for the 6 members of the team. Last minute someone else took his place as he finished up a task at the base.

I took that as the strongest sign that the universe had ever given me. I needed to be with him again, it was our second chance. The thought of him dying and never seeing him again was too much for me to bear. For the next two days I contemplated how I would go back, given my new relationship. On one level I was heartbroken having to leave my new Sir, the one who had become more than just my Dom. He was my best friend and lover. As I told him I wanted to break up he didn't agree, but he was mature and understanding. Understanding of my need to sort myself out on my own. Of course that was a big lie, but I couldn't tell him I was ending it to go back to my "abuser." He never knew the story, I had just hinted once that in my last relationship I felt as though I had lost my soul in submission that was never appreciated, as I gave more and more of myself. So he unwillingly agreed to give me time and space to heal.

"Crystal-I can't tell you how I feel right now that you're all mine again, that you're here in my arms. I love you so much." He kissed my forehead as I lay on his chest. "When you left, I couldn't believe that it was all over- the connection we have both personally and sexually, our very similar opinions on Dom/sub, and your loyalty. I mean, I expected loyalty from you... and as of now I am impressed with yours, you could say I trust it. After all this time you came back."

I looked up into the face of the one I loved more than anything in the world. My One True Dom. Our eyes locked for the second time, more intensely than the first time for the day when I appeared at the doorstep of where I used to call home.

He glazed over my body and smirked. "Now show me what is mine, I've missed it."

"How do you want me, Sir?" I teased as I wrapped my fingers around his dark blonde chest hair and looked up innocently.

"Undress, lie down and open your legs, I want to taste you."

I obey and slowly opened my legs to reveal my clean shaven, brown, thick lipped cunt. My body was heaving in anticipation, as I yearned for the oral pleasure that was usually a hard earned reward in our relationship. He knelt and looked down on me, dominating, claiming. He slid two fingers in to feel my wetness, and I shuddered and groaned, throwing my head back into the soft pillow. I was sure I would erupt as soon as I felt his mouth on me.

He spread my cunt lips apart and gazed at it. "So gorgeous, I always loved its shape, looks so clean and well taken care of."

He moaned as he buried himself in me. Licking my outer lips tantalizingly, keeping eye contact. As I felt myself drip with pleasure he plunged his tongue into me slowly, then more aggressively. As I reached the edge he made sure to hold my legs down to the side and I grabbed the sheets in desperation. Sucking my clit, finger fucking me deep. I let myself go, losing control and screaming as he brought me to a wet, mind numbing orgasm.

I fell into a deep sleep and woke up near midnight, sweating and unsure of my surroundings. It took me a minute to remember that I was back in my old home, with him. I sighed with relief as he lovingly ran his fingers through my hair.

"I want to tell you something."

"Anything, Sir."

"Remember when we first got together, we established a safe word. I want you to use it whenever you need to. I want that this time around you are happy. Even though you are my sub, your satisfaction is important to me."

"Yes, Sir." I fell back asleep, contented with the world. I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

The honeymoon period lasted for about a month. He was so attentive and submitted to my every need, physically and emotionally. But old habits die hard-he soon became consumed with work and elusive again. It boiled down to commands and demands for abusive sex almost every night. Always time for sex but no time for any personal issues I had.

But I never used my safe word ever, and how would I now? As far as I knew a safe word was a code word used in BDSM for a sub to communicate that the Dom had crossed a limit during physical play. Despite our brutal sessions, I never uttered it-perhaps my masochistic cunt craved the abuse added to the fact that I was desperate to please him. I wasn't experienced enough to understand that it could also be used to convey my lack of emotional fulfillment.

But I comforted myself daily with the words that he had written to me during our time apart. Those were treasures to me-his thoughts and feelings, so intimate that this was all worth it if he loved me so deeply. But again I doubted myself as we ate dinner one day.

"Sir, can we talk about my art show this weekend?" I ask casually as I set his food down on the table.

"I don't know about that-I'll have to see."

I was hurt. I had told him about it a least two months before, it was important to me. A hobby, but my final showing after 3 years of hard work.

"But you promised me, Sir." I say accusingly.

"Look, I said I'll see. If you continue nagging me about this you'll make me mad."

I dropped it. "Sir, we are back at Day 1." I sigh, exasperated.

"No we are not, sub. You never appreciated me as much as this on Day 1."

I glare at him, disgusted. Me appreciating him?

He smirked as he began eating. "Oh yeah, nor I, you." An after-thought.

I sat down and tried to relax. "Sir, you said some really beautiful things to me when we were apart. Before I left you were so distant that I was sure that you weren't interested in saving what we had. What made you hold on for so long?"

He concentrated on his food as he spoke. "I never wanted to disconnect. It was all you...you did that. It was your fault that we fell apart. And if that's how you felt I didn't want to force you into something you didn't want...it would've never worked. So I waited some time and I guess we shared our thoughts with each other."

I heard all of it. Our break up was my fault. No matter what I did or said, he was always right. He had charmed me back but the blame for the failed relationship was all on me. The classic narcissistic abuser.

He leaned back on the chair and put his fork down, piercing me with his deep set blue eyes. "But anyway, I want us to try having a baby. I think it's time for us to take our relationship to another level."

That thought terrified me. As much as I thought I loved him, I couldn't imagine having a family with him. Maybe it was because of his lack of time and commitment. More so it was his hot, violent temper, I could bear the brunt of it but I would never want my child to be privy to that.

"Anyway, I'll be back tomorrow night. Get your safe word ready, you're gonna need it. I don't like your attitude this evening, sub."

Again in my solitude I came to many realizations. I was a stupid, weak woman who had convinced herself back to the same sickening, mentally draining reality. I was filled with regret-my Sir at home messaged me every day to say he missed me, always concerned with my well-being. I realized what I had to do the second time around, there was no looking back. We always think we want something until we have it and then that's the true test.

The night had come. I didn't want to disobey him, I was so sore as he pounded my tiny cunt for almost two hours. He made me writhe in misery, fucking me vigorously to the point where I was about to cum, then withdrawing, taunting me, making me beg. I never was allowed to cum, yet when he did and I stuck out my tongue in anticipation to swallow his hot load I was even more humiliated. His words were still fresh in my ear. "You fucking slut, what makes you think that you deserve my cum in your filthy mouth?" Then he pushed my head away and shot his load on the ground.

He took that as an excuse to punish me, so my ass was already on fire from the lashes with the end of the leather leash and his merciless hand spanking. I was hot and explosive, almost at the point of pulling out my own nipples. My cunt was feeling like an open oozing wound, dripping and leaking and begging to be wrapped around his cock. My tight asshole quivered, knowing that it wanted that clear glass dildo forced up until my stomach wrought with painful protest.

Since we got back together he tortured me in this different way. He shouted words that belittled me and made my face burn with embarrassment and humiliation. He made me admit loudly and openly, something that I had never done before, that I was indeed a cum loving, cock craving, dirty whore. But worst of all is that when it came to sex, I wanted him badly, I wanted all of him in bed. The more he swatted me away like a disgusting fly the more my submissive cunt yearned for him.

My legs wobbled uncomfortably as I leaned over his lap. He shoved his fingers in my wet cunt from behind and then in my mouth. I tasted myself on my tongue before the words rolled out-the sweet vanilla infused yet slightly sharp taste of pussy juice.

"Please beat my cunt Sir, and then fuck both my holes at the same time." I almost whispered, as my breathing quickened and my heart pounded nervously. Before I could finish the sentence I felt his large hand grabbing my hair and pulling me back. I almost slid off his lap as he bent my back to let my head reach his.

"My pretty little fuck toy is more disgusting than I thought...but I'm not convinced."

"Sir, please stretch my cunt open and beat my clit until it is sore. Then fuck me with your big hard cock and shove that dildo up my tight ass." I smirked, keeping my gaze forward and felt proud that I said those words out loud. I was getting accustomed to this.

"Good." He barked. He stood up from the chair and my small body tumbled off, unable to keep my balance. I stumbled halfway to the ground and he pulled on the leather leash, dragging me towards the couch in the room, 10 feet away. My ankles twisted as they trailed along and I coughed as the collar squeezed the air out of me.

"Sit on the couch and open those legs, before I change my mind, you slut." He shouted, as his tall frame towered over me.

Breathless I climbed onto the couch, my sweat beaded ass sliding on the leather. My back erect against the couch, I spread my legs as far as I could, planting my heels into the cushion. I wanted to tell him I was ready, but lowered my gaze and decided against a naughty look.

"Stretch those cunt lips." I took my hands and pulled my cunt apart, revealing my pink, swollen, throbbing clit out of its caramel hiding place. I heard a grunt of approval and before I could prepare myself...

"Slap!" I felt his rough hand come down on my bean with strong blunt force. It sent a lasting vibration through my cunt walls and lower stomach. "Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!" Three more hard lashes came down on my poor clit. Each time I flinched and let out a muffled scream, squeezing my tear filled eyes together. By the fifth lash I moved to bring my legs together.

Under his breath he spoke. "You asked for it, slut, so you better take all of it." With one hand he held my legs apart and administered five more slaps, until I was sobbing and my clit felt like it was about to burst.

He stepped back and I saw his delicious cock throbbing in pleasure at his sadistic act. He grabbed hold of the glass dildo that had been resting on the armrest.

"Stand up." I sprung up off the couch and stood almost at attention. Through my eye lashes I peeped up at him. He was smiling, entertained by his enthusiastic submissive.

He plopped down on the couch, his long legs spread apart. In the moment I snuck another peek at him, he was so fucking gorgeous. His tall, broad shouldered, strong frame, only enhanced by his unforgettable cock. Surely too big for any of my three holes, but I wanted it to bludgeon and stretch me to my breaking point anyway.

"Look at me!" He shouted, interrupting my thoughts. My body jumped and I looked down at his face. His eyes glimmered mischievously, telling the world that he was a sexual deviant. I felt cock lube leaking from my cunt again, over the sticky mess that was already there.

"Now you want that dildo in your ass now, don't you?"

I nod and bit my lip.

"Why should it be the first one there?" He grabbed hold of his cock, and began to stroke its length from head to base teasingly. I shuddered at his suggestion, the thought of his thick long member in my tight asshole.

"Now, turn around, come sit on me and lower that ass onto my cock, you are going to take every inch."

My body trembled in fear, but I was definitely more experienced this time around. Putting one leg up at a time, I climbed onto him with my back to him, my head resting on his glistening chest. He grabbed violent hold of my thighs and spread them so that my asshole lined up to his cock.

I gasped as I felt its large steel like head touch my hole. I was grateful that my cunt had leaked her juices onto it, perhaps anticipating its impending abuse. Without mercy he shoved the tip into my ass, and I screamed out as the dark rimmed hole stretched to accommodate him. He grunted in approval as the head was soon in. It felt so uncomfortable I wanted to lunge off.

My eyes water, from the pain, down my face onto my breasts. I whimpered. But he began impaling me. "That's my tight fucking slut," he whispered into my ear. Slowly but surely he slid all in until balls deep. Each inch made me feel like I wanted to run to the toilet and by the time all was in, I felt like it was in my throat.

Then he tucked his hands under my knees, spreading me further. "Now ride it like the cock loving whore I know you are."

I leaned against him and moved my body up and down, trying to let my asshole pump his cock. I did it slowly. "Faster and deeper." He pulled his hands up making me bob up and down on his cock like a rag doll.

Soon enough my hole felt numb while I heard him panting and cursing in satisfaction. It felt numb and then to my surprise I started to enjoy it. With each thrust I felt a climax building; I wanted him to shove his fingers into my hot cunt and double my pleasure.

He read my body. "Now this is only half of what you wanted, Crystal." He grabbed the dildo and rubbed its length along my slit. I groaned. With one thrust he shoved in it my cunt as far as it could go.

"Now fuck yourself with it." I wrapped my small hand around it and pushed it in and out of me, slamming it all the way every time, punishing my own pussy. I always wanted to try a glass dildo, it was so smooth and pleasurable as it went deep. We built a rhythm and the two oversized members filled me to the max with each stroke and then left me vacant. My body was overwhelmed with ecstasy and I moaned loudly.

"Now pull it out your cunt and clean it." I removed the glass implement and shoved it in my small mouth, sucking its stained exterior and gagging as it hit the back of my throat. It had gotten so warm while in me. "Now back in."

As it entered me again and we built the rhythm he wrapped the end of the leather leash around his wrist. He pulled on the end, choking me, making me gulp for breath as the two cocks violate my holes. "Look at you, you are such a desperate little slut, you should feel ashamed at the condition that your Dom has you in."

I felt drunk with pleasure. The cocks in me, him instructing me in rounds to pull out the dildo and suck on it then shove it back in, the desperate gasp for air. I bucked my hips forward violently for one last time and let out a scream as my cunt and asshole clenched for 15 seconds around their assaulters.

I slumped down on him, breathing heavily, seeing starry with spots of black. My face felt tingly as blood rushed back to it.

I was pulled from my euphoria as he shoved me off his cock and the dildo shot out my slippery cunt. I fell on my knees on the ground. Still holding the end of the leash he leaned over and pulled my face so that our faces were centimetres apart.

The fear I felt made me want to vomit as he looked me dead in the eye. "I said you will cum when I let you. What the fuck will I do with you now, you worthless slut?" I felt his body relax and he smiled a nanosecond after. "But you have satisfied me, so I'm done for tonight."

I exhaled, relieved. I was satiated too, but our session wasn't as bad as I had anticipated, him asking me to remember my safe word. But perhaps it was fate for me to recall it. As he went to take a bath, I knew it was my chance. He would be home for the next two weeks, and my need to escape once more couldn't wait that long. I was determined. I felt sticky and disgusting, but I threw on my clothes hastily. I slammed open the closet door and rolled out the suitcase that I had packed days before. The cab was already downstairs.

I took one last look around the bedroom and heard the shower still running. I left the room, down the stairs, through the dining room into the kitchen. I reached for the entrance door when I felt that familiar hand grab my hair painfully.

"You fucking bitch, are you leaving me again?" He was crying angrily. "Do you know what I went through last time you left me?" The wind was knocked out of me as he spun me around and we made eye contact.

"Not this fucking time." I felt it on the side of my head, cold and hard. I whispered it in desperation as tears rolled down and I looked up into the fair face of my One True Dom. "Strawberry." A click, then an indescribable sensation. No bright light, no celestial warning. I imagined my pretty, exotic face that I had always taken so much pride in blown to pieces all over the white tiled floor, making me unrecognisable. Months before my 33rd birthday. My last thought as I slumped to the ground and saw his feet- my Sir back home who loved me. And just like that I was dead.

Except that I wasn't. But my reality that night made me wish that I was. I did reach for the front entrance door, when I heard his footsteps behind me. I turned slowly and our eyes met in the strained, dull light of the kitchen. His eyes flickered down towards the suitcase and he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it abruptly as though he couldn't find the right words to say.

I said it, the previously unspoken safe word. Only a whisper, then I saw his eyes well with tears as they pierced into me.

"Get the fuck out, you are dead to me." He turned his back and left, the emotionless statement still ringing in my ears. I stood there for a moment-confused. A part of me wanted to run to him and beg for forgiveness, but a bigger part wanted to be free of the psychological roller coaster.

Now I had a new sick feeling in my stomach, one I had never experienced. It was my second time leaving him, but he had never openly rejected me like that before. That was the worst I had ever felt. Forlorn and broken, I turned, opened the door and closed that chapter of my life forever.

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May 6, 2018 in bdsm

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