He was such a beautiful man that I quite naturally started calling him "my king". I also treated him like a king. After living together with him for five month, I still would catch myself staring at his perfect body with a mixture of amazement and pride. I am sure that any woman would have felt the same way. I could never get enough of him – I was always hungry for his touch, for his smile, for his kisses… We always slept holding each other – I could not relax unless I felt his smooth skin under my hand, or his long black hair entwined around my fingers.

My king was in love with me just as I was in love with him. We were truly obsessed with each other. Physically as well as mentally. Working days were simply too long and I could barely wait till 5 o'clock every night, when he would come to pick me up at the office. Our nights were too short, our weekends were flying, and with him I felt like there was not enough time.

In spite of the fact that he was with numerous women before me, I was the only one who told him about my submissive side. At the time he wasn't even sure if he fully understood this concept. But after some research and experimenting, he realized that dominating me excited him beyond measure.

My king was still very gentle and apologetic in the beginning. I could still say "no" if I wanted and sometimes I did. Especially when he wanted anal sex. Although once in a while I enjoyed the experience, on most occasions it still hurt me, and I found the pain too intense to endure it. I loved being tied up by him and when he whipped me it would make me come like never before. Every morning, when he would pick up his black leather belt and put it through the loops of his jeans, I was trembling with excitement, remembering the moment when his strong hand was holding this belt, administering blows to my naked ass. Although he never whipped me really hard or for long periods of time, I would still often see the marks the next morning. I felt strangely proud to have these marks on me. I also liked to kiss his hand in gratitude after the punishment was over.

I will never forget the first time he told me to get on my knees in front of him. He was mad at me for something, and although I apologized several times, it was not enough for him. My king told me to kneel down in front of him and ask for his forgiveness. My first reaction was shock and disbelief. I could feel that my face was blushing, but although I was overwhelmed with shame, I didn't hesitate and fell on my knees beside the bed. I couldn't find the right words in the beginning but then somehow I knew what to say. I begged my king for his forgiveness; I promised not to displease him ever again. There was a pause. He didn't say anything. Somehow I knew that I had to wait. I remained there, kneeling by the bed, ready to wait there all night if I had to. After a few long minutes he stirred and looked at me. "Do you want to come to bed?" he asked.

"Yes, please, my king." I replied. He let me lie down next to him. I was almost crying – out of sheer happiness, because he forgave me and let me be with him, by his side.

We went further and further in our experimenting, trying more and more things, and then one night it happened. My king was holding me in his arms, in the darkness of our bedroom, and then he started to speak. "I have to ask you something," he said." I want you to be my slave. I want to own you completely. Would you like that?"

How could I possibly say "no" to him? His voice, so deep and low, was hypnotizing. I was really excited by this thought. I couldn't think of anything better than what he was saying – to belong to him, to live for my king, to become his property once and for all.

"Do you think you are ready for this?" he asked.

"Yes…" I whispered.

"Are you sure? Because it will be different from now on. Not like before. You will never be able to deny me anything. I will do whatever I want with you. Up to now I always showed you respect, I always had consideration for your feelings. But I won't do that anymore. You will be my bitch. My whore. My dog. If I tell you to crawl in this room, you will do it. If I tell you to eat like a dog you will eat from a bowl on the floor. When I come home from work you will get on all fours and run to me, like a female bitch that is happy to see her master. When I sit at the table and eat I want you to sit on the floor and eat pieces of food that I will throw you. Will you be able to do that for me?"

I was overwhelmed by what I heard. My king had had never talked to me like this before. I wasn't afraid or shocked, but there was only one concern that I had. If I am diminished to this state, stripped of all my dignity, what will my king feel for me then?

"Will you still love me? " I asked.

"Of course!" he turned to me, and his embrace tightened. "Of course I will love you! But as I told you, it will be different. I will be in complete control. You will have no opinions, you are not allowed to ask any questions, you will just do as I say. You will have no rights anymore. You'll be my slut. My pet. My bitch. Do you want that?"

"Yes" I answered eagerly. I had no hesitations, no fears. My king will love me, and I will offer him all of myself.

He raised him on his elbow and looked in my face.

"So beautiful" he whispered. "My beautiful bitch. So perfect, so sexy."

His hand touched my body gently, stroking my side, then he moved to caress my small breast and his fingers pinched my nipple, very hard. I gasped involuntary, both from pain and ecstasy. My nipples were always very sensitive and erect, and I loved when my king treated them rough. His hand moved to spread my thighs; he opened me wide and revealed my cleanly shaved pussy.

" Whose pussy is that?" he asked.

" Yours, my king"

"Call me Master." He commanded. " I am your Master from now on…"

"This pussy is yours, Master."

"That's right. This is my pussy. Always open for me. Always ready. Just for my pleasure."

He kept stroking it, parting my lips a little, testing for wetness. I was incredibly aroused, listening to him, completely captivated by what he was saying to me. Suddenly he said:

"Don't shave your pussy. I want you to let the hair grow there for me."

I was surprised to hear that. I have always shaved this area and I was used to having my skin smooth and clean down there.

"Why?" I asked, forgetting for a moment that I was not meant to question anything anymore. Instead of answering he pinched my nipple again, making me cry out in pain this time.

"Don't ask me any questions, whore. Just listen to what your Master tells you. Understand?"

Another pinch to my other nipple made me groan, but I whispered:

"Yes, Master. I am sorry, Master. I will let it grow. Am I allowed to trim it?"

"Did I say that you could trim it, bitch? Don't you dare to touch it. I want it natural. I want to see what it looks like. I want to know what it smells like. You hear me?"

I nodded; I was really embarrassed by the thought of growing all the hair between my legs. But I had no choice. It was no longer my privilege to make any decisions concerning my body, even or especially most private parts…

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I am your bitch, Master."

"Yes, you are my bitch. My property." He slapped my face on one side, then on the other side, really hard. He grabbed me by my hair at the back of my head and pulled on it, forcing my neck to arch. My legs were still wide open and with his other hand he slapped my pussy. This caught me by surprise and I moaned quietly. He pulled on my hair again, forcing me to rise and pushing my face down to his crotch, to his beautiful big cock.

"Smell me." he ordered.

I eagerly inhaled the musky aroma coming from his balls, the crack of his ass. His smells intoxicated me, made my head spin. He was roughly pushing my face to his crotch, rubbing himself against me as I took deep breaths.

"Lick my balls, bitch.."

I started licking him, his balls, sides of his thighs where I knew he was very sensitive, the area leading to his ass and finally his delicious rectum. My Master was breathing deeply, his hand still holding my hair, guiding my face towards the areas that he wanted me to lick. His cock was very big and swollen, almost purple in color, and I was about to open my lips and take it in my mouth when my king slapped my face hard again.

"You want that cock, bitch?"

"Yes, Master, I want it" I replied.

"Then get on your knees and beg for it, bitch."

I got off the bed and kneeled down. I clasped my hands behind my back and stood like that, trying to come up with words that somehow were so difficult to say. My king had never before humiliated me like that. He always had so much desire and passion for me that just one touch, one kiss could ignite him, make him desperate to penetrate me. I raised my head and my eyes met his dark burning gaze. God, what a gorgeous man he was. With his long black hair, his dark almond skin, his wide shoulders, proud chest, narrow waist, muscular legs he looked like a statue of an ancient Greek athlete.

"My king," I started, " I want your cock. Your big beautiful cock… I need it. I want you to penetrate me. To fuck me. Please, my king. I am so horny. "

I remained there, on my knees, waiting for his reply.

"Get in bed," he ordered. " Lick my body first. And start with my feet."

I started licking his feet, taking his toes in my mouth and sucking on them, cleaning the areas between his toes with my tongue. I loved the slightly salty taste of his feet, the vague scent of sweat. I went up, kissing his beautifully shaped legs, biting gently, licking him. I was moaning quietly of the unbearable pleasure that kissing his body gave me. When I reached his ass that was so perfect, I stopped for a while, pressing my face there and smelling him. I licked his ass, parting it gently with my hands, reaching far with my tongue, savoring his taste. I was so in love with him, I wanted to kiss and smell and taste every part of his body. He hadn't taking a shower that day, and cleaning him with my tongue was everything I could wish for.

I moved further up, to his broad shoulders and his neck that was so sensitive. I knew that he liked when I was biting him there, and I did that for a long time, getting more and more aroused just because I knew I was giving my Master pleasure. Then he moved and I could feel his hand on the back of my head again.

"I need to pee," he said. " Get up."

I got off the bed and he pushed me in front of him, guiding me to the bathroom. Inside, he ordered me to get down on my knees and stand by the side of the toilet. My king came to stand over me, and I took his cock in my hand and pointed it towards the bowl. In a few seconds he released himself, and I was holding him in my hand, licking the base of his cock. Before he was completely done, he turned my head towards him and I opened my mouth eagerly, swallowing the last golden drops that were so fragrant and salty, cleaning him with my tongue.

"Brush your teeth," he said.

I got up. My head was spinning a little. In spite of what he made me do, I didn't feel any shame. Anything he wanted – I would do, without any regard for my own comfort, feelings or wishes.

I brushed my teeth and then raised my eyes at him, waiting for his next command.

"Go to the bedroom," he said. I did. He let me get in bed. There, he put me on one side and then I could feel his fingers spreading my ass cheeks, putting some saliva there. I knew what he wanted and immediately felt very tense. Before he would always ask me if I wanted it, sometimes he would let me smoke a joint with him in order to relax me. But not now. He sensed my reluctance and I knew right away that I would be treated in a totally different manner.

"Take my cock and put it in," he said. "I don't care if you don't want it. I don't care if you don't like it. I don't care if it hurts you. It doesn't count. Only my pleasure counts here. Now put it inside, bitch."

I grabbed his cock that was very erect and very hard, and guided it towards the opening of my ass. I was very tense and scared of the pain, but the tone of his voice made it impossible not to obey my king. I felt how I started to stretch and how his cock started pushing and entering my ass. I tried not to resist it, I was trying to relax my muscles and welcome it, but the discomfort was too great and I was gasping and moaning.

"You should be grateful of this pain," he whispered. "Just think that it is me, your king, that is causing it. Just think of my big cock penetrating your ass. I like it. I am enjoying it. That should be enough for you. The fact that you are giving your king pleasure."

In fact the pain was so great right now that I was screaming with every push of his cock, and yet I was strangely comforted by his words. My body did not belong to me any longer, and in spite of the pain I felt curious detachment and even tranquility. I was not upset or angered by the fact that I was being used like his fuck toy, that I was being treated like his slave. Gradually I started feeling that my pain was diminishing, that my king's cock was penetrating me deeper and deeper, opening me, making my body surrender completely. I was moaning still, but not because of the discomfort anymore. My hips were moving now, I was trying to give my king better access to my body, pushing my ass back against him and arching my back. I felt so good, so complete. My invaded body was trembling in ecstasy now, and when I finally felt my king's arms tightening around me, and then his cock getting bigger and exploding in my body, I felt strange new sensation, as if warm waves were pulsating through me. It wasn't a regular orgasm, but nevertheless it was a sensation that left me breathless and gratified.

We remained like that for a few minutes, breathing heavily, his arms around me, our sweaty bodies pressing tight. Then he pulled away from me and immediately there was a feeling of emptiness when his cock left my body. I stayed like that for a few seconds, with my eyes closed. Then I got up and went to the bathroom. I took a towel and soaked it in the warm water. When I returned to the bedroom, I gently wiped my king's beautiful cock, the cock that was giving me so much pleasure. I kissed it tenderly and then lied down again, putting my arms around my king. He moved and I could see that in a few minutes he would drift off to sleep. But when he felt me, he held me very tight, and whispered:

"I love you so much…"

"I love you too, my king," I replied.

Weeks went by, and although I didn't think that it would be possible, my love for my king was growing with every passing day. Apart from sex, every little thing that I could do for him was incredibly rewarding. What could be better than to wake up in the morning and make him coffee, or cook his dinner while I was waiting for him, to come home from work, or remove his dirty boots and sweaty socks after a long day of work, so I could lick his feet clean… Serving him at the table, getting his drinks, massaging his gorgeous body at night were just the means for me to express my growing love for my king.

Sometimes I would get home before him, and to pass some time while I was waiting, I would pick a sock or a dirty pair of underwear from his laundry basket, so I could inhale the scents of his body.

What had become of me was indeed a curios transformation. I had always had a lot of self-respect and pride, but my love totally stripped me of these qualities. I was wondering what people might think if they knew how different I was around my king. At work I was always in control, always confident, professional, sometimes bossy. At home I was none of these things.

We had a collar and a leash now for me – bright red, because my Master liked this color on me, the color of passion… I was very excited that day when we bought it – in the car I was stroking it with my fingers, feeling the texture, trying to imagine what it would be like to have a collar around my neck.

At home he told me to strip and when I stood there naked in front of him, he put the collar on me. He adjusted it, so it fit me snug, and put on the leash. After that he ordered me to stand on my knees and hands, and led me around the room, making me crawl after him. He explained a few rules – when I should stop and when I should start crawling faster. I was humiliated beyond words, and yet it was this feeling of humiliation that made my pussy so wet. I was really embarrassed too; that he should see me like that, on all fours, following him like a dog on the leash, and I could feel how my face was blushing with shame. And yet I was enjoying it... I knew I wouldn't ever do this for any other man, but for my beautiful king I wanted to be his obedient slave. And the more he used, degraded and humiliated me, the more devoted I would become to him with every passing day.

He led me to the bathroom, where I held his cock as usual and tasted, and licked, and cleaned his urine. He let me get up to brush my teeth, but then I was crawling again, following him back to the bedroom. There, I had to listen first.

"If I put you on the leash and leave, don't even dare to take it off or move," he began. " If you come home before me, I want you to put it on yourself, tie it to the bed, lie down with your pussy wide open and wait for me like an obedient bitch should. It doesn't matter how long it will take me. You have no right to ever get mad at me again if I am coming late. Your responsibility is to be here, tied to the bed, and wait for your king. You understand?"

"Yes, Master, I understand."

"Will you do it?"

"Yes, Master, I will do it. I will not move or leave the bedroom. I will just bring your underwear with me so I can smell it while I am waiting."

"Good bitch," he said. He bended me over and pushed my face to the bed. "Don't dare to move."

I could hear him going to the walk-in closet, moving some things, then coming back again. He put the black scarf over my eyes, then got hold of my hands and tied my wrists behind my back. I could hear him getting one of the bamboo sticks that we had in the vase on the bedside table. I was totally relaxed, excited, waiting… When I felt the first blow, the stinging pain was the first sensation. I cried out, but I would not want him to stop. I wasn't restricted in any way rather than my tied wrists, but I didn't even think of moving in order to escape the blows. I just stood there, with my hands behind my back, my legs spread apart, my face pressed to the blanket, my ass totally exposed to the punishment he was giving me. Once in a while instead of the blow I was expecting, I would feel his lips against my skin. My ass was so hot after the bamboo stick treatment, that his kisses felt very soothing. Also the surprise of his gentle touch instead of the pain I was expecting was extremely arousing.

When he though I'd had enough, he ordered me to get in bed. He pushed me on my back, without untying my hands or taking off the blindfold, spread my legs wide and, after feeling how incredibly wet I was, penetrated me with one forceful movement. The ecstasy of receiving his huge hard cock was unbearable. I screamed – louder than from any pain he could give me. I couldn't hold him or touch him, and the only movement that was possible for me was the movement of my legs and hips. I spread my legs as far as I could, trying to open my pussy as wide as it was possible, so my king could penetrate it deeper and with more force. I was arching my back, pushing against him, feeling the powerful thrusts of his cock inside of me. I didn't know how long it lasted: there was no time or space or the rest of the world at the moment. The whole universe stopped existing for me. There was only him, my beautiful king, and the extreme pleasure of lying underneath him, moaning, gasping, receiving his gorgeous cock, serving him, submitting to him, and finally feeling his hot cum filling up my body.

That night he came home later than usual. I have been waiting for a while, with the red collar around my neck. I took a shower a couple of hours ago – to be fresh yet to smell naturally for my king in the areas where he liked it – my pussy and under my arms. I shaved everywhere except between my legs – the hair was growing there and I was getting used to it, I didn't feel any embarrassment or discomfort anymore. In fact I found out that having hair down there gave me some new sensations. I was in paradise when my king slowly stroked my pussy with his fingers, his light touches excited me and lying there with my eyes closed, I was wishing that he would never stop.

I painted my toenails bright red color, put on black thong and bra, black sandals with high heels, applied some make up and, satisfied with my appearance, was waiting for my king. I made the dinner earlier, but his instructions were quite clear: first I was to wait for him in bed, we would eat after.

I waited for a long time, getting more and more desperate. I could feel the impatience building up inside of me, but I could not help it. I knew that I had no right to get mad or upset or even impatient, but I was not able yet to control these feelings.

I could not read or listen to music. I was staring at the ceiling and waiting, getting more and more desperate and …yes … annoyed. He promised to be back more than an hour ago.

Finally I could wait no longer. I reached out for my cell phone and dialed his number. He answered, obviously excited to hear my voice, apologetic for running late. And there I spoiled everything. Before I could stop myself, before I could think any better, I said something really spiteful and hang up, before my king could reply.

Eventually I heard the sound of the key, then his footsteps. I was still in bed, still waiting, but now there was some fear mixed with my excitement: I knew that the way I had spoken on the phone was unforgivable, and I was wondering whether he would make me pay for that.

I raised my eyes and looked at him when he entered the room. He was standing next to the bed, staring at me, his eyes very dark and quite expressionless at that moment. He didn't smile. He didn't say a word. I was waiting, suddenly very nervous. He took off his sweater and I could glimpse his flat smooth stomach. I was dying to reach out and stroke his silky skin there, but I knew that I had to wait.

He looked at me for a few minutes in silence, then took the leash in his hand and jerked it, forcing me to raise and then get off the bed. He looked me in the eyes and then slapped my face really hard. The pain was quite unexpected and I gasped.

"Take out my belt" he said.

I complied, although my hands were shaking a little. I undid the buckle of his belt, pulled on it, taking it out from the loops of his pants, and handed it to him.

"Take out my boots" was his next order. I kneeled down, untied and loosened the laces of his right boot and slid it off his foot. He had been working since the very morning on that day, and his feet were sweaty, smelling rather strong, his socks were damp. I repeated the same thing with his left boot, then took off his socks and bent down to lick his feet. Suddenly I felt him pulling on the leash, making me straighten up again and look him in the eyes. He picked up one of his dirty socks from the floor and then forced it in my mouth, gagging me. He pulled on the leash again, this time till I got up all the way, and then pushed me inside the walk-in closet. There he positioned me bent over, touching the shoe rack with my hands for support, with my legs spread, my ass high up in the air, ready to be whipped. He pulled down my thong and left it there, down below my hips, exposing my ass completely. I shuddered a little. I could feel that he was angry. I made him angry. Whatever was to happen next – I deserved it rightfully.

When he started hitting me with the belt, I wouldn't have been able to suppress my screams if it wasn't for the sock in my mouth. This was definitely a lot harder than he had ever hit me before. I could feel the blows landing on my ass, on my thighs; a couple of them between my legs even, causing me pure agony. Yet I was still able to remain my position, in spite of the pain I was in. My king wasn't alternating pain and pleasure now; he was not soothing my burning skin with his kisses. It hurt. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. I didn't know how much longer I would be able to remain in this position, receiving this whipping.

When I thought I could stand it no longer, he stopped. I could feel his strong hands on my shoulders; he turned me around and immediately pushed me down to the floor again, till I was kneeling in front of him again. He raised my face up by my chin till my eyes were looking into his. He was so beautiful, so strong, standing over me. I loved him so much, I adored him, I was very sorry for the way I had spoken to him before, only I could not tell him all that because I was still gagged by his dirty sock in my mouth. I was standing on my knees, looking up at him, not able to speak, with my ass burning and covered with welts, my panties still around my hips.

Again, he slapped my face, first one cheek, then and the other one.

"You don't get mad at me, bitch" he said, his voice very low and menacing. "You have no right to show your attitude here. You are nothing. Nobody. You are my dog. Nothing else. If I tell you to wait, you wait and you do not ask me any questions."

He walked out of the closet, pulling on a leash, and I had no choice but to follow, crawling behind him. He went across the bedroom at sat down in his armchair, in front of his computer desk. He pulled on the leash to keep me crawling, till I was under his desk, facing him. My king put the loop of the leash around his left wrist and then pulled the sock out of my mouth.

"Lick my feet" he said, sounding almost bored. "Clean them with your tongue and don't fucking stop till I tell you."

And for the next fifteen – twenty minutes I was cleaning his feet with my tongue, kissing them, biting them very gently, massaging them, smelling them. I felt very grateful and I didn't even think of stopping. It was my king who finally remembered about my existence and looked at me under his desk.

"Are you tired?" he asked.

"No, my king."

'Good. Because in the future, that's what you will do. If you get mad at me – you just crawl over here, under the desk, and lick my feet till I feel like talking to you. And if I don't feel like talking to you – then you just stay there and sleep there till I call you. Understand?"

"Yes…"

" Suck my cock."

I straightened up a little, felling that my back was a little stiff after lying in the same position for a while. I kneeled between his legs and undid the zipper of his pants. I unbuttoned and opened his pants and smelled his aroma first, before uncovering his beautiful cock that was growing and getting harder in my hand. In spite of the punishment and humiliation I was getting very excited. As usual, the closeness of my king's body, contact with his skin, his smell, his warmth turned me on and I could feel the sticky wetness spreading inside my pussy.

I started sucking him eagerly, tasting it first, then licking the full length of that gorgeous cock that I was so addicted to. I could feel it getting bigger, growing in my mouth, till it was difficult for me to hold it in. I was so horny – I could feel my head spinning. I was hoping that my king would order me to crawl from under his desk, that he would put me on my back or bend me over, that he would tell me to open my pussy for him, and then he would penetrate my body, making me squeal with pleasure.

Alas, my carnal dreams were premature. He pulled his cock away from my mouth and said, without looking at me:

"Go get my dinner ready."

To say that I was disappointed means to say nothing. I felt like crying. I was able to endure the painful punishment that he gave me and then the long humiliating session under his desk, but this was too much. I wanted my king so much; I was craving his love, his attention, his touch, his kisses… I wanted to know that I was forgiven and that he was no longer mad at me. But what could I do? I crawled from under the desk and before getting up, I kissed his feet once again, I zipped up and buttoned his pants, and I kissed his hand. I got up on my feet and pulled up my thong. Then I went to the closet and pulled out a long black sleeveless dress that I put over my underwear. I went to the kitchen to heat up the dinner. I laid the table, opened a bottle of wine and made salad. Even these simple things filled my life with purpose; because I was doing something for him, and that cheered me up a bit. When everything was ready I went to the bedroom and once again kneeled down beside the chair where my king was sitting.

"Dinner is ready, mi amor."

He turned to me and smiled. A real smile now, without sarcasm or detachment. He reached for me and, lifting me off the floor, put his arms around me, making me sit on his lap. I hid my face on his shoulder, against the heavy silk of his long glossy hair, and all the pain and disappointment were forgotten. I put my arms around his neck and for the first time that night I could finally put my lips next to his and kiss him.

"I love you so much…" I whispered. " I adore you. Please forgive me for today…"

"I forgive you" he replied. "Don't do it again, bitch. Remember that I love you and that I am your king. You don't get mad at me. Now let's go eat."

I followed him to the living room, holding his hand, thinking that I was the happiest woman in this world.

What happened a few days later caught me by surprise.

My king called me and told me to dress sexy and wait for him. I knew what he liked and I dressed in a short black skirt and a red sleeveless low cut top. I didn't bother with the bra, but my thong was also red and lacy. I put on red sandals with high heels, applied a little bit of make-up and brushed my hair. I was wondering if I should put on my collar, then decided that if my king wanted it, he will put it on himself later.

After an hour or so of waiting I could hear the key in the door. I was in bed, waiting patiently. Suddenly I felt very tense: there was a sound of somebody else's footsteps and, quite unmistakably, a woman's voice. In a moment I could see who it was – my king came into the bedroom and there was a girl with him. She was not particularly pretty, but definitely attractive. She was taller than me, with big breasts and provocatively round ass. Her clothes were pretty tight, showing off her curves – a skirt and a silky top. She was wearing open sandals with high heels and her toenails were painted bright pink color. She definitely looked sexy – and I felt a pang of jealousy as I saw that my king had his arm around her waist.

The girl looked at me with curiosity. She definitely wasn't surprised to see me, my king must have told her about me, but now I could see her eyes summing me up, appraising me.

I got off the bed and stood there, waiting for what was to happen next. The girl spoke:

"She is very pretty," she said, nodding in my direction.

"Yeah, that's my bitch" replied my king. He motioned me to come closer and, as I did, he said:

"I want to fuck this women. I don't have to ask for your permission, but I will do it to show you that I love you. Will you let me fuck her?"

How could I possibly deny my king anything, how could I possibly tell him "no"? I nodded silently, not trusting myself to speak.

"Do you want me to fuck her?"

Again I nodded, not able to look away from his face.

"Well, say it then, bitch. Say that you want me to enjoy myself and fuck this woman."

"My king, I want you to enjoy yourself and fuck her."

"That's not good enough. You are just repeating what I say without any feeling. You have to ask me for it. Now get on your knees here and ask me to fuck her in front of you, so you can see how much your king is enjoying himself."

I could barely breathe. The girl didn't say anything, but she was looking at me with a mixture of fascination and surprise, as if she couldn't believe that I would carry out this order. My throat was suddenly very dry, I felt that my face was burning with shame and embarrassment, but at the same time I knew that I would do what he told me. Not because I was afraid of the punishment, not because I was so obedient, but solely because I loved him so much, and I would do anything he said just to show him my love.

I lowered myself to the floor and was now standing on my knees in front of my king and that attractive girl he was hugging. His hand moved from her waist to her ass and he was stroking it lightly, smiling at me.

"Come closer," he said.

I moved closer to them, on my knees, my hands behind my back.

"Well, bitch, do you have anything to say?"

"Yes, my king… Could you please fuck this woman in front of me? I want to see my king enjoying himself and getting satisfied. Please, mi amor… I am begging you."

"Will you do anything I say?"

"Yes, my king…"

He stopped stroking the girl's ass and his hands went up to her round breasts, squeezing them. The girl moaned quietly and leaned against him. My king found her lips with his mouth and I for the first time in my life saw him kissing another woman. This shocked me. It was not simply jealousy; it was a lot more complicated than that. I felt like I became frozen there, glued to the floor, unable to move. All I could do was just stare at them, at his hands on her tits, playing with them, squeezing them, kissing her lips, her neck…

Suddenly he was talking to me again and turning the girl so she was facing me..

"Lift her skirt," he said. " Lift her skirt and smell her there."

My hands were shaking a little when I reached out and lifted the short skirt on the girl. Underneath she was wearing a dark pink thong. I could feel her smell – she must have been very aroused and her aroma was very strong.

My king grabbed me by my hair – with enough force but without hurting me – and pressed my face to her crotch. I was breathing deeply, smelling this strange woman that my king wanted to fuck.

"Take off her panties" he said.

I pulled the thong down her thighs, down her legs, and she gracefully lifted one foot, then the other one, so I could remove it completely. My king reached out for her panties, took them and then pressed them to my nose. After a few moments he took her underwear away and put it on the table next to the bed. He made the girl sit down on the bed, with her legs wide open, displaying her trimmed pussy with big lips, and sat down next to her, returning his attention to her breasts.

"Eat her pussy," he told me. " Warm her up for me. I want her wet and ready for me. Lick her well, bitch. Eat this pussy that your king is going to fuck."

Still on my knees on the floor, I moved till my face was between her wide-open legs. I ran my tongue around her pussy, opening it up, reaching inside. The girl gasped and I could feel her tremble. I could see that my king removed her top and bra and was now playing with her naked boobs, sucking on her big brown nipples. I remained licking and stroking her clit with my tongue, sucking on her clit, lightly biting her full pussy lips. She was getting very moist now, I could taste the sticky juice that was giving away her excitement.

"Is she doing a good job eating your pussy?" my king asked her.

"Yeah… tell her to move her tongue faster…"

My king got off the bed and was now standing behind me, watching me please the other girl.

"Did you hear that, bitch? Move her tongue faster, I want her to cum at least once before I fuck her."

He lifted my skirt and slapped my ass several times. It hurt but I didn't stop what I was doing and in fact I was trying to put more effort into this. The girl was moaning louder now, she spread her legs all the way and was moving her hips rhythmically, shoving her cunt in my face. I was past being ashamed and jealous now. My king went back to bed and was fingering her nipples, squeezing them, pinching them playfully. It went on like that for probably another ten minutes, the breathing of the girl was getting heavier and heavier, till her body convulsed and with a loud moan she came. I kept licking still, slower now, waiting for her to stop moving her hips and calm down. My king pulled on my hair again and told me to get in bed. I did and my king made me lie down on the other side of the girl. He grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast.

"She has nice tits," he said." I like her tits. Suck them."

I obeyed and started sucking on her breasts, on those big brown nipples.

"Yeah, like that," my king said. "Do you like it?"

"Yes, my king."

"What do you like?"

"I like doing what you tell me. I like sucking on her boobs because I am doing it for you, my king. I will do anything for you."

"Take off your clothes."

I took off my skirt and top, then my panties. I left on the sandals. While I was doing that my king removed his jeans and t-shirt and was completely naked now, his gorgeous body filled me up with pride and happiness. He was mine, even if he was about to penetrate another woman with his cock. He still loved only me – his bitch, his slave, his property…

"Suck my cock."

The girl raised herself on the elbow now and was watching me as I took my king's cock in my mouth and began sucking it, feeling how hard and big it was. I sucked him for a while, while he was fingering the girl's pussy, opening her lips, tickling her clit, causing her to close her eyes and moan again. His cock was very hard now, moist with my saliva, ready to fuck. He pushed my head to the girl's pussy and told me to get her wet. I did, licking her all over again, making sure that she was smothered with my saliva and her own juices, her slit opening invitingly, waiting for my king.

He got up and positioned himself, kneeling between her open legs. He reached to the table and took the girl's thong, then he told me to open my mouth and he put her underwear in. This was humiliating beyond words. I could taste her pussy juices; I was so ashamed of being like that, gagged by her panties in front of her and in front of my king.

"Take my cock and put it inside her pussy."

I had to do even that. I took his erect cock in my hand, I spread the girl's slick pussy with my other hand, I put the head of his cock against the opening and guided it in. It slid in effortlessly, thanks to all the moisture.

"Now go kneel by the bed and watch me fuck her."

I slid off the bed and kneeled on the floor again, with the panties still in my mouth. My king was on top of her now; he looked so beautiful with his black hair falling around his shoulders. He was moving his hips, the lower part of his body, his cock in and out of the girl's pussy. She was moaning again, she had her arms around my king's neck, she was moving too, making herself more accessible to his thrusts. They both were breathing hard now, overcome by passion, and I was watching them, standing on my knees by the bed.

Finally my king pulled out from her and lied down. Without looking he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back on the bed. He took the thong out of my mouth and shoved my face towards his cock. I took him in, as deep as I could, sucking and licking him. He said something to the girl and in a moment she went to sit on his face, putting her puffy pussy next to his hungry mouth. I could see his tongue moving as he started licking her, his hands squeezing the fleshy buttocks. I kept sucking his cock and licking his balls, he was unbearably hard and I was dying to feel his cock penetrate me…

In a few moments my king felt like changing positions again. This time he put the girl on her side and entered her from behind, his fingers pinching her nipples. I was told to lick her clit from the front, and I was lying there, with my face being grazed by her trimmed pussy hair, stroking her clit with my tongue. Then she lifted one leg and I could reach and lick my king's cock and balls while he was fucking that woman. I didn't feel any shame or pain anymore… I didn't have the right to feel any shame or pain… I was my king's slave and he never forced me to become that. I chose to become that. I always told him that I was very happy serving him. And in fact I was – this is what I was good for, to lick my king's balls while he was fucking another woman.

When he was ready to come, my king pulled out of her and came in my mouth that was so readily available for him. I swallowed his cum, everything to the last drop, I cleaned and polished his cock. After that he told me to clean the girl, and I licked all her juices and sweat off her pussy. Then, as they were relaxing, I licked their feet, first my king's, then the girl's.

When my king had to use the toilet, he put the collar and the leash on me and I crawled there, with the girl following behind. I held my king's cock and licked it clean after he was done, but then to my entire horror my king told me to do the same for the girl.

"No, my king. Please. I mean…"

Instead of answering he slapped my ass several times. Then my face. I felt like I was about to cry now, but I had to obey. The girl sat down on the toilet with her legs apart and in a moment I could see a yellow stream of pee cascading from her pussy. Before she was completely done, she raised herself a little off the toilet seat and grabbing my hair, pushed my face to her pussy. I cleaned her the best I could, but she kept rubbing her cunt in my face, forcing me to lick her more. She was enjoying my humiliation, I could see that. After the initial surprise she was enjoying the power she had over me, the power to dominate me and to have me at her service.

When she finally let me go, my king allowed me to get up and brush my teeth. Then I followed them to the bedroom, crawling after them, led on a leash. In the bedroom they lied down in bed again, close to each other. I saw my king looking at me very closely, he was probably trying to determine how I was handling all that.

"Are you tired?" he asked me.

"No, my king."

"Well, you can relax now. Go lie over here with your face between her legs. Smell her pussy that gave me so much pleasure. That's where you can relax today."

I moved to where he told me – my nose pressed to her trimmed bush. She moved a little, spreading her legs wider.

"Lick me," she said.

I started leaking her again, slowly, her moist slit and her clit. My eyes were closed, I didn't want to see her lying in my king's arms. I don't know how long I stayed like that, but then I came to my senses because my king was stroking my hair. I looked up and he raised me, holding my face in his hands.

"Do you love me?" he asked.

"Yes, I love you."

"You will do anything for me?"

"Yes, anything."

He held me very close, hugging me, stroking my back.

"I love you," he said. "I will whip you now to show you my appreciation. Because you are so good. My bitch. My pet. Go get my belt."

I went to get his belt, feeling the girl's eyes on me. I brought him the belt. He tied my hands behind my back and once again put the girl's thong in my mouth. He led me to the mirror and let me take a look at myself. I saw my reflection – naked, with high-heel red sandals, my black hair in disarray around my shoulders. My lips were red and swollen from all the oral pleasures I was obliged to provide. My hands were bound. I was gagged with another woman's underwear. Behind me I could see my king – dark, gorgeous, his eyes so intent.

"Happy?" he asked me.

I nodded. Of course I was happy. Humiliated, ashamed, without any dignity or self-respect, but I was happy to serve him, to be his.

"I am going to whip my bitch," he said to the girl. " She was so good today, I think she deserves it."

She sat up in bed, the expression of curiosity and excitement on her face. My king positioned me with my face and upper part of my body on the bed, my legs spread, my ass displayed for punishment.

"Fifteen strokes," he said. "And I want to leave marks."

I couldn't help moaning. It hurt a lot. Several times the belt reached between my legs, hitting my pussy, and the pain was excruciating. The girl got hold of my hair and was pressing my face down, but she didn't have to worry: I would not change my position for anything.

"You turn me on so much, bitch… Look how hard I get…"

With my bound hands I could feel my king's erection, his hot pulsating cock was burning me.

He reached between my legs to feel how wet I was. Then he penetrated me, and this time I screamed through the panties in my mouth – so great was the pleasure of receiving his cock.

"Yes, you are here to serve me, your king, "he was saying." You have no other purpose. No other reason to exist. Just to be my bitch. My pet. My slave."

He kept fucking me, then he pulled the panties out of my mouth and made me suck the girl's boobs while he was getting closer and closer to climax. When he was about to explode, he whispered in my ear:

"Come, bitch. Come now."

As always, this pushed me over the edge immediately. I groaned and came almost immediately, moving my hips frantically, enjoying the sensation of his cock expanding inside of me. I screamed. I moaned. I squealed. I was breathless. When he pulled out I remained in the same position, unable to move. Then slowly I straightened up and looked at him, my beautiful king. He touched my face with his hand. I turned and pressed my lips to his hand, kissing him, showing him my gratitude. I kneeled down and licked his cock clean off his cum and my pussy juice. I bent down to kiss his feet too. I looked up at him from the floor. I whispered:

"I love you so much…'

He pulled me up till I was standing again. He put his arms around me and said:

"You are a good pet. You make me very proud. You are so beautiful. You do everything I tell you. This turns me on so much…"

Shortly after that the girl was on her way. As one final touch of humiliation my king made me thank her for letting me lick her pussy. I complied with this order as well as all the other ones.

After she was gone I brought my king a bottle of beer and went to make dinner. As I was busy in the kitchen, I felt that my love for my king has never been greater – I only wished he would make me do more for him, that he would allow me to prove my love for him over and over again, by most untraditional means.

In spite of what I had to endure that day I felt calm and relaxed. Pain, discomfort and humiliation were forgotten, but my love and passion remained. I felt truly blessed.

I have been waiting for over an hour…

Earlier that day I was supposed to go and see my boyfriend after I finished work. My king was building a clinic not too far from my office, and since he was rushing this project and staying late, I was going to bring him some food for dinner and maybe stay there for a couple of hours, reading the newspaper while he worked.

Right before five o'clock however my friend popped in to see if I had any plans for the night. She wanted me to join her for a beer and something to eat. It was a hot summer day and the idea of having a cold pint of beer on a patio was very appealing. I called my king to ask him if he would mind if I came a little later. He didn't sound particularly pleased but told me to go ahead and have a beer and come to the clinic when I am done. In fact he sounded a little abrupt and I did have a feeling that perhaps I was not doing the right thing… But at the same time I thought – what's the big deal… I just finished work, I want a drink, and I want to chat with my friend, and it is not the end of the world if I don't run to the clinic right away.

The patio was crowded and a lot of men glanced in our direction as we were passing through, following the waitress who was showing us to our table. My friend is a beautiful young woman and that day we both were wearing bright summer dresses. It felt very good to sit in the sun, to remove the little cotton sweater that I was wearing in the office over my somewhat revealing dress, to sip a cold Heineken, to relax. We ordered more beers, a plate of nachos, and it was with some dismay that I realized that two hours have passed. My cell phone started ringing and I picked it up hastily.

“Where are you?” my king sounded very impatient.

“Oh, I am still at the restaurant, but I will be on my way pretty soon. We are just about to pay up. Would you like me to order anything for you?”

“No, don't bother, I am not going to wait all night for my food. Just get your ass over here.”

“Please, mi amor… Let me get you something…” I felt very guilty now, as well as very concerned of what would happen later.

“I told you to get your ass over here. If you are not here in half an hour, don't bother to come.”

He hung up. I sighed, and then looked up at my friend. She was watching me with a somewhat ironic expression.

“Why are you letting him treat you like this?” she asked. “ Have some pride, woman. Look at yourself – beautiful, smart, young. Why are you letting him walk all over you? ”

I could have told her why, but this was something that even your best friends are not supposed to know. How could I tell her that this man was my king, my master, that every night I was taking off his boots and licking the soles of his feet with my tongue… That he could whip me for no reason at all, just because it would amuse him… That he could make me lick his balls and his ass for hours at night, so even when he was falling asleep he could feel my moist tongue on those sensitive areas… I could tell her how just the night before, when we got out of the truck and I was holding several bags, I asked him to help me, and his reply was “Shut up and carry it, bitch.” This was said in front of his friend who looked at us in amazement. Seeing that, my king slapped my ass very hard, as I was walking in front of him carrying my purse, his beer and some groceries that we picked up on the way home. I blushed although I thought that I shouldn't feel embarrassed. I was his slave; I should feel proud and happy when he humiliates me in front of people. I should feel grateful. In the elevator, when we were alone, my king was fingering my pussy while I was still holding the bags. He told me to spread my legs wide for him and then he showed me his moist finger; I was very wet. And while I was putting away the beers and groceries in the kitchen, he lifted my tight skirt, took a wooden spoon out of the drawer and hit me with it several times on my ass.

“Keep your skirt like that while you are cooking,” he said. “You look very attractive with your high heels and your spanked ass showing.”

Needless to say, I did as I was told.

But it was impossible for me to tell all that to my friend. She wouldn't understand, she would think that I am really disturbed and messed up.

We paid the bill and went on the way. My phone started ringing again.

“Where are you?” he demanded.

“Mi amor, I am in the car with my friend. She will drop me off at the clinic.”

“No, I don't want her here. Take a bus.”

“But honey, it will take me longer… And it is so hot today… Why?..”

“Don't ask any fucking questions. Just get out of the car, take a bus and come here.”

I turned off the phone and looked at my friend helplessly.

“I think I am better off taking a bus,” I said.

“Are you nuts?” she asked me. “What's his problem? I am not going to let you do it!” She snatched the phone from my hand and turned it off completely.

“You are not going there now!” she announced. “ You will go in a couple of hours, when he is done mixing his concrete and laying his tiles or whatever the heck he is doing.”

And so I don't know exactly why I let it happen, but instead of running to my king I ended up with my friend, drinking coffee at her apartment. I was uneasy and restless; I switched my phone back hoping that he would call. I couldn't call him myself because I didn't know what to say. I failed him. I disobeyed him. I was not a good bitch today.

He did call eventually. My hands were shaking as I picked up the phone.

‘You don't want to be with me anymore?” he asked.

“ Oh, mi amor, please don't say that. I am so sorry…”

“Well, if you don't come now, don't bother to ever call me again.”

“Yes, I will come. Are you still working?”

“No, I am at home. But you will go to the clinic now, where you were supposed to go today. Go there and wait for me. Don't call me, just wait till I get there.”

After I received all these instructions I was in a hurry to go. I almost ran to the bus stop, my heart was beating wildly, I was breathless. The bus came fairly quickly, but then it seemed to me that it was barely moving, dragging along the streets at a snail's pace. Miraculously, however, it finally got there. I stepped down on the street, and then ran again to the clinic, looking for the white truck that my king was driving. It wasn't there. It was dark already, almost eleven o'clock, and everything was closed except for the convenience store. There were no people around and I was slightly uncomfortable standing there by myself. This definitely wasn't the safest part of the city. I tried the doors to the clinic, but they were locked: I had nowhere to go and I had no choice but to wait there, as my king had told me.

It was getting colder too. The day was hot and beautiful, but now I was shivering. I was wearing only a short sundress with an open back, a short-sleeved cotton sweater and tan sandals with high heels. I was hoping that my king would come soon. I was getting tired as well. I was leaning on the wall first, and then I sat down on a curb. I looked at my cell phone to check the time.

It has been over an hour…

Just when I had the scary thought that he might make me wait there all night, I finally saw his truck pulling into the parking lot.

I stood up and stepped towards the car. My king leaned over and opened the door on the passenger side. I put the purse in, and was about to get in the car myself when he stopped me.

“Not yet,” he said. “ I am really not sure if I want to take you home right now. You pissed me off today.”

I was standing there, looking at him, unable to speak at first. I was scared. I wasn't scared that he would hurt me or punish me, but I was scared that he wouldn't want to be with me after what I had done.

“Do you know that I have never been faithful to any woman that I have been with?” he asked me and took a sip of beer that he was drinking. “ I cheated on all of them. Except you. In seven months I never wanted to fuck another woman. That slut doesn't count. I wanted to see you with another girl, to see how much you would be willing to do for me to prove to me that you love me. Only you turn me on. You know why? Of course, you are a very beautiful woman that a poor Spanish guy like me can never hope to get. But more important – you make me feel like your king, like your master, like somebody in control… Somebody very [powerful…You do everything I say.' He took another sip of beer. “But today I didn't like it. You disobeyed me. You are killing my love for you when you do things like that. You made me feel like shit.”

“I am very sorry, my king.” I replied. “I know I was wrong. Please forgive me…”

“Take off your panties and your top.”

Quickly looking around I reached under my dress and pulled off my thong. I unbuttoned my sweated and took it off too, then put my things on the passenger sit next to my purse. I looked at my king, waiting for the next order. I didn't feel cold anymore, just excited to be close to him, whatever was about to happen next. He looked tired, and he was still wearing his work clothes that were dusty and covered in paint. His thick black hair was in a ponytail. There was a dark stain of sweat on his t-shirt.

He took another sip of beer.

“Do you love me?” he asked

“Yes, mi amor, I love you.”

“Who are you?”

“I am your bitch, my king.” I replied.

“Get on all fours and crawl around the truck to my side,” he said.

That was new. My king humiliated me often, but always in the privacy of our home, if you don't count the episode in front of his friend. I looked around. Nobody was on the parking lot at this time, but cars were passing by on the street and the variety store was still open.

“What if somebody will see me?' I asked

“I don't give a shit. Do you? Is that how you obey me ?”

“I am sorry, my king.”

What choice did I have? I got on my hands and knees, feeling the rough surface of the pavement under my skin. I was crawling around the truck, to where my king was sitting, trying to move slowly because I didn't want to scratch my knees. I crawled around the front of the car, to where he was sitting. He looked down at me.

“Stay there,” he said. “Lift your dress so I can see your ass.”

I was terrified that somebody would see me. What would they think? Can I be arrested for indecent exposure? Or for indecent behavior? But I already disobeyed my master once today. Slowly I straightened up a little from my humiliating position and pulled up my dress in the back, revealing my ass. My hands were numb and felt as if they didn't belong to me. Then I returned to my crawling position. I didn't dare to look my king in the eyes.

“Crawl around the truck again,” He said. “ With your dress up.”

And there I was, crawling around his truck on my hands and knees, with my naked ass in the air, terrified that somebody will see me, mortified by what my king was making me do. Was it getting to be too much? Was I having second thoughts? Was it really me? To everybody else I was a confident attractive professional young woman. What would people say if they could see me now? What would they think if they see me behaving like that, acting without any shame or self-respect?

I completed the circle around the truck and once again stopped in front of my king.

“Stand on your knees. Look at me,” he commanded.

I straightened up, looking him in the eyes, trying to guess what he would do next. Would he let me get inside now? Would he take me home for real punishment? Would he forgive me? Would he make me crawl another humiliating circle around his truck? Would he order me to strip down completely right here?

“ So,” he started. “ You wanted to go for a drink with your friend?”

“Yes,” I whispered, knowing that this conversation cannot possibly lead to anything good, but still this was the only thing to say.

“Is that how a good bitch should behave? When her master is waiting for her?”

“No, my king, I am sorry.”

“You haven't learned anything,” he concluded, and I could hear some genuine sadness in his voice. Suddenly this pierced me like a knife. I made him sad. I disappointed him. I realized with amazement that this could make me cry and suffer worse that any pain or discomfort that could be inflicted on my body.

“Please,” I begged, and my voice was shaky and uncertain. “ Please don't leave me! I don't know what I will do without you! I don't know how I could live without you. I am sorry… Please help me. Please understand that I am not like that. I won't ever be like that. I know I can learn. I know I can be good. I know you can teach me how to be perfect for you. Do what you want with me, but please don't leave me!”

I leaned forward and placed my lips on his dusty old work boot. I felt like I was a pilgrim who traveled through deserts and seas to just be able to kiss a sacred relic for one brief second. My king didn't push me away. He bent closer to me and asked:

“If all that is too much for you, tell me right now. I won't push you further. I know I am very demanding. I know I have been asking a lot. So if this is too much, tell me now.”

I shook my head and looked up at him.

“It is not too much. I am your slave. I am your bitch. That is all I can wish for.”

He still hadn't touched me, but his eyes softened a little, and I knew that the worse was over.

“Open your mouth,” he said.

He unzipped his pants and took his cock out.

“This is in case you might still be thirsty,” and with this words I felt the hot stream of his urine hitting my face, aiming at my open mouth. This was unexpected and I gagged at first, but then managed to control the impulse. He was pissing all over me now – I could feel the beautiful sundress getting soaked and clinging uncomfortably to my skin. Once again he aimed at my mouth, filling it up with his urine.

“Swallow,” he said.

I did, struggling a little. As much as I loved my king, I felt nauseous as I drank his piss, but I managed to keep it down.

“Still thirsty, bitch?” he asked.

“No, my king.”

“Do you like tasting my piss?”

“Yes, my king, I do.”

“ Say “thank you” then!” my king demanded.

“Thank you. I love drinking your piss. I love you. You are my master.”

“And who are you?”

“I am your bitch, your whore, your slave.”

“So, are you going to be good and obey me now?” he asked.

“Yes, mi amor, I will be good.” I promised.

“Well, I guess I will take you home now.” He got out of the car, the beer bottle still in his hand, and walked around to the back door of the truck. Without him telling me to do so, I followed him, crawling. He opened the door and spread some heavy plastic on the floor.

“You smell horrible,” he said. “Like a public washroom. I don't want you to fuck up the inside of my truck. Now get in and stand on your hands and knees.”

I climbed inside and stood there on the plastic in the position that he wanted. My king drank the last of his beer and then touched my ass. This was the first time that night that I felt his hands on me. He fingered my asshole, tracing it, and then spread my ass cheeks apart with one hand. I could feel something cold, hard and extremely uncomfortable forcing its way up my asshole. Moaning, I realized that this had to be the beer bottle.

“Stand still, bitch,” he warned me as I was trying to move unconsciously, attempting to escape the intruding bottle. He pushed harder, forcing it deeper, making me groan. He held it like that with one hand, making sure that it will not slip out, and with free hand he reached between my legs, grabbed a few pubic hairs and pulled on them, causing me more discomfort and pain. He kept tormenting me like that for several minutes, stretching my asshole with the neck of the peer bottle, pulling out the hairs on my pussy, and pinching my clit and the sensitive area of my inner thighs. I knew better than ask him to stop, my guilt was keeping me from begging for mercy. I stood there on all fours, just waiting for him to be done with this part of my punishment.

He stopped what he was doing and slapped my bare ass several times with the palm of his hand.

“I am not done with you yet,” he told me, as he left me there in the back, closed the door and went to get inside the truck.

The ride home was very uncomfortable. He didn't tell me that I could change the position, and I kept standing on my knees and hands for the entire time. At certain times it was difficult to remain like that, and I think that my king was driving a little rough on purpose, to make it more uncomfortable for me.

When we got to the apartment building he opened the back door for me and allowed me to get out and walk. There were some people at the entrance to the building and as I walked by them I was hoping that they would not notice my soaked dress or smell the piss on me.

My king opened the door that led to the stairs and motioned me to go inside. I was a little surprised, since we live on the 11 th floor, but didn't express it in any way. I walked in and heard him close the door behind me. Then I felt him roughly pulling up my dress, revealing my ass once again.

“Crawl, bitch,” he ordered, and he pushed me towards the stairs. I once again lowered myself to the floor, and stood there, waiting for the next command.

“Well, you need a special invitation, slave?” he inquired. “ A little bit of encouragement?”

I heard him take out his belt and a few seconds later he hit me with full force, causing me to shudder and moan in pain. After that I started crawling up the stairs, with my king following me and instructing me on how I should be doing it. He told me to spread my knees as far apart as I could, and I was desperately trying to obey his commands without losing my balance and keeping up the speed that he wanted me to keep. Every few seconds I was once again “encouraged” by the belt hitting my defenseless spread ass. I looked up to see what floor I was on, because it seemed to me like this torture was going on forever. I was on floor 4! Seven more to go.

I kept crawling up the stairs in front of my king, and now he was targeting my anal opening in order to speed up my progress. I was completely lost in pain now, desperately trying to move faster, but this was difficult to do since I had to keep my thighs spread. What a sight I must have been during that trip to the eleventh floor – soaked and smelling of piss, treated worth than a dog, rewarded by painful hits of the belt every few steps. I couldn't scream for fear of alerting the neighbors (if only they knew what was happening now behind their walls…), and I was trying my best to suppress my moans, but this pain combined with climbing the stairs was suffocating me, and my breathing was irregular and hard.

It is rather strange, but physical suffering still bothered me less than the thought that I was like that in front of the man that I loved more than anything else. I remembered how when he had first met me he was immediately struck by my beauty and by the thought that I was totally unattainable. He used to come to my office for something, and his sad black eyes were haunting me to a point where I would lose my composure and start to aimlessly move papers on my desk. And then…right after we started to have a relationship, he used to treat me like a goddess, he used to worship me, to adore me. I was his Russian princess, his gorgeous white woman, his queen.

Although I knew that what he was making me do was for his pleasure and because he wanted it, I still couldn't get rid of the feeling of discomfort. How could he love me after he saw me like that? How any man can love a woman, however beautiful she was, after watching her crawl the stairs on all fours, in the piss-soaked dress, with her exposed ass that was red and welted from the endless blows of his belt?

Everything comes to an end eventually, and so did my journey to the eleventh floor. My hips were aching very badly from the unusual exercise I was subjected to, my body was so sweaty that I could feel the salty drops falling off my face, although maybe these were my tears, I couldn't tell for sure… I was so exhausted that I thought how wonderful it would have been to lie down on a cold stone of the stair landing and just stay like that for awhile, pressing my burning hurting body to the soothing cool marble… My king opened the door that led to the hallway and motioned me inside. I followed, grateful that our apartment was right next to the door that led to the stairs. I waited while my king opened the door, hoping that nobody was watching through the eyehole. We must have been a bizarre sight…

My king opened the door and then turned to me:

“I could have left you here all night, on your knees, for what you have done today. I could have told you to lick this door till I am ready to let you in. I am your master and I can do it. And if you were a good bitch, you would do it. But I am not done with punishing you yet. So I will let you in now.”

I crawled inside the apartment and stopped in the hallway, not sure where to go in my present state. My king slapped me again with his belt and ordered me to go to the bathroom. I crawled to the bathroom and there, obeying my king orders, I pulled off the wet dress, removed the sandals and crawled in the bathtub. My king once again took out his cock and started urinating on me – on my back, on my head, saturating my hair, on my ass, where it immediately started to sting because of the fresh welts.

“Raise your head,” he said, and after that his hot piss filled my readily open mouth.

“Swallow,” he ordered. Struggling, I again swallowed the salty burning liquid.

“Did you swallow?” he demanded.

I nodded, not able to speak, still trying to fight the gagging feeling I was experiencing. He obviously noticed my discomfort, because he bent closer to me and whispered:

“You better get used to it, slave, because you will be drinking all of it soon.”

After that he turned on a hot shower and ordered me to clean myself and join him in the bedroom.

Shakily, I stood up. It felt strange to stand on my feet again, and me hips hurt even more as I changed my position. But the hot water felt good everywhere except my whipped ass, and I could feel how my tense sore muscles were relaxing. I washed and conditioned my hair, I soaped my body with the fragrant body wash followed by the scrub to make my skin smooth and silky. I shaved inside my thighs, leaving my pussy lips and the area around my ass smooth. I left my bush intact, since my king liked it. I applied the body lotion after I stepped out of the shower and blow-dried my black shoulder-length hair. I studied my reflection in the mirror. I didn't need any makeup: my body and face were tanned and all I needed was a dot of lip-gloss to prevent my lips from being dry. I turned around to look at my ass and gasped: I saw a web of red swollen welts and marks on my buttocks and my thighs, and some of them were already turning dark blue. After wrapping a towel around my hips, I stepped into the hallway and then into the cool air-conditioned air of our bedroom.

My king was ready for me. I saw that he took out the blindfold, the ball gag, the ankle and wrist restraints, and some clothespins. He turned to me when I walked in and took me in his arms. My punishment was far from being over, but the instant I felt my king's hands on my body, I felt relaxed and happy, ready to purr like a cat from sheer pleasure. He took off his t-shirt and his sweaty beautiful body smelled so good that my head started spinning.

My king touched my breasts and squeezed my nipples. I started moaning and pressed my body against his, at the same time kissing his beautiful muscular chest. He held me in his arms for a while, biting my neck, stroking my hair, kissing my face and my closed eyes.

“My bitch,” he whispered, “my pet… I love you so much. I love you so fucking much… What have you done to me with these green eyes of yours? My perfect woman, my slut, my property…”

He took off the towel that was wrapped around my hips and stroked my pussy. I parted my legs immediately, allowing better access for his fingers. I loved this man so much – my king, my master, the only man who was strong enough and bold enough to treat me like a whore, to take complete control over me, to degrade me and yet to love me so much.

“I love you,” he repeated. “But today you behaved like a stupid cunt. And I will punish you like the stupid cunt that you are. “

He led me to the magnificent wooden bed that he designed and built himself. He made exactly what we needed – a very strong structure, with four posts to tie my wrists and ankles to. He helped me climb on the bed and then put on the restraints. After that he tied my ankles and my wrists to the posts, leaving me totally helpless and spread wide. He lifted my ass with one hand and put two pillows underneath, elevating my pussy, making it an easy target. I shivered. I knew what was coming. Although my king often slapped my pussy with his hand, although once in a while I had to taste the stinging bite of his belt on this sensitive area during the whipping sessions, he had never whipped me exclusively on this area. I was scared of the pain and if I could, I would have begged him not to do it. And yet I didn't utter a word and was just staring at him, mesmerized by his unhurried precise movements.

He fingered my pussy, exciting me, and my fear was mixed with lust now. He took the ball gag and told me to open my mouth. I did, and my king pushed it in, adjusting the straps behind my head.

“ You have beautiful eyes,” he said. “But I don't want these green eyes to see what is happening. So I will have to blindfold you, baby.”

He put the blindfold over my eyes, and now I was in the darkness… His hands went for my nipples, pulling on them, twisting them, pinching them, till my nipples were hard and erect. Then he squeezed my right nipple between his fingers, I felt something hard pressed to my nipple, a second later he let go and I let out a soft moan of surprise: the pain that pierced my nipple was a strong throbbing sensation. Clothespins, I realized. He is putting clothespins to my nipples. He reached for my left nipple and repeated the same process. I was desperately trying to escape the second clothespin, but the ties that were securing me to the posts didn't allow for much movement. He had never done that before. I always had found the idea appealing, but now, as I was tied to the bed, with the clothespins attached to my nipples, I knew how wrong I had been. I thought that I wouldn't be able to stand it. I realized that I was squealing, not able to let out my screams because of the gag in my mouth. I couldn't beg him with my eyes; he had made sure that my eyes were covered. The pain became a little duller, maybe I was getting used to it, but it still was causing me agony. I felt his fingers between my thighs. I felt sheer panic at the thought that he would put a clothespin on my clit. But his finger moved to my asshole, probing it, and then I felt something cold and not too big being inserted in it. I didn't feel anything at first, I was just grateful that it wasn't a plug that could cause me a lot of discomfort, but then I became aware of a burning sensation spreading inside my anus. “Ginger,” I thought. One time my king used ginger on my clit, and although I liked it very much, I told him that day that I wouldn't be able to stand it if a piece of ginger was inserted in my ass. But now it was, and it was beginning to burn more and more, combining with the pain in my nipples, and there was not a thing I could do, but to lay there, moaning, waiting for this pain to stop.

“Well, baby, you are ready now,” I realized that my king was whispering in my ear, I could feel his breathing, I could sense his warmth, I was aware of his hands stroking me, touching me with tenderness and love.

“I adore you,” he said. “ You are my bitch. I can do anything I want with you. But I love you and that is why I will give you a choice.” He placed something in my right hand and I grasped it unconsciously, as if squeezing something in my hand could ease the pain in my nipples and asshole. It felt like a small terry cloth, a towel.

“When you feel that you cannot take it anymore, you can drop it, and I will stop. But remember – you are being punished for what you did today, so I will be very disappointed if you try to avoid your punishment. You disobeyed me and you have to be disciplined. I have to start being really firm with you so we can progress somewhere with the training. But I love you and I am giving you this choice today. Only because I love you.

He walked towards the foot of the bed and I felt how he stood there, looking at my spread helpless body, at the restraints on my ankles and wrists, at the blindfold on my face, at the ball gag in my mouth, at the clothespins on my nipples, at the ginger inserted in my ass. And then I heard the swishing sound of the belt and the pain exploded between my legs, made me forget about everything else, made me shake violently, made me let out strange suffocated screams that were being suppressed by the ball gag. Another blow of the heavy leather belt, hitting the inner thigh… Another one, once again right on my defenseless pussy, causing me to arch my back. I couldn't take it. I simply couldn't take it. This was too much. Nobody could be expected to take that. Another blow – hitting my clit this time. I started screaming again, only it didn't sound like a scream. Then I was biting on the ball, and that seemed to help me deal with the pain a little bit. The blows kept coming, I was grunting, sinking my teeth in the hard rubber, wriggling like a snake, but this didn't help me to escape the blows, or the insane throbbing in my nipples, or the burning in my ass that seemed to intensify a lot since I was involuntary squeezing my buttocks after each blow.

I was desperate for this ordeal to be over, but as desperate as I was, I kept squeezing the towel in my hand, unable to drop it, unable to beg for mercy.

After a while the pain of heavy thick leather descending on the sensitive areas of my inner thighs and pussy stopped to surprise me, I was able to regain the rhythmic breathing, my panic was gone as well as the fear of the belt tearing up my flesh. My moans subsided a little, or maybe I myself was getting used to them.

And then it stopped and my blindfold was removed, I blinked my eyes helplessly, getting used to the light and trying to blink away the tears. My king sat down next to me and was stroking my wet teary face, and then my inner thighs and pussy, healing with his gentle touch the pain that he himself subjected me to just a few minutes ago. In spite of the abuse my body had to suffer, I responded immediately and felt the familiar excitement that only my king could awaken in me. I moaned again, but this time it sounded completely different, and my king smiled, because he knew…

He moved to my face again and removed the ball gag, undoing the clasps at the back of my head. I swallowed gratefully and was about to say something, when he lightly pressed the finger to my lips.

“Quiet,” he said. “ Your punishment is not quite over yet, and you are not allowed to speak. Just be a good bitch and let me remove everything.”

He reached between my legs and pulled out the ginger that was plugging my asshole. The burning remained, but I felt that it had been subsiding in the last few minutes.

“Don't scream,” he said.

I knew why he said that when he removed the first clothespin. The pain was worse than anything I had suffered so far. I struggled with my ties again, arching my back, shaking my head, gasping in fruitless attempts to relieve the terrible sensation in my nipple. He put his mouth to my breast, and sucked on the abused flesh, relieving my agony a little. I was crying, waiting for him to remove the second cloth pin. He did, and while I was once again wriggling wildly on the bed, he removed my restraints and held me there, kissing away my tears, stroking my hair and whispering to me. He smiled and removed the towel from my hand – the towel that I managed to keep through the whole session, without dropping it, without asking for his pity.

“My bitch, you make me so proud,” he told me in his beautiful deep voice. “ You are such a good bitch, you are getting better every day, baby. You took your punishment well, I am very happy with you… You deserve a cold beer, that I will get for you now.”

The beer tasted wonderful, I gulped it down, the whole bottle right away, realizing how thirsty I was and how dry my throat had become…

I was resting in his arms now, completely exhausted, but feeling how his warmth and affection restore my energy. I was looking at his beautiful face, at his long hair, not able to talk to him, not able to tell him how much I loved him.

He smiled at me and traced my eyes very gently with his finger.

“Your eyes are so beautiful,” he said. “Big beautiful green eyes… For the whole day tomorrow that is what you are going to do – just look at me with these big beautiful eyes. You are not allowed to speak yet. And I will not give you my cock today and tomorrow. When I get horny I will tell you to go kneel by the bed and I will jerk off on your face. But once your punishment is over, I will fuck you really good and hard, just the way I know you like it. And if you want anything from me – you have to go and lick my feet, till I guess what you want. And if you want to tell me that you love me – you have to go and lick my ass. That would be the best way to let me know that. And tonight you are sleeping on the floor. You can take a blanket and a pillow with you. I will miss having you next to me. You know how I love sleeping next to you… But you have to learn.”

He removed his clothes and was now stretching next to me in bed, also tired after this long hot day. He looked at me and asked:

“Do you love me?'

Instead of replying I smiled, and then waited till he turned, and went down, ready to lick him for as long as he wanted me to.

I loved him so much…