He took it from her and instead of smacking her with it as she expected, took it and combed the bristles gently through her hair, somewhat of a tangled mess. The bristles still had the remains of her own squirting orgasm from before, and left a sheen on her hair as he combed it. He imagined it could be good for her hair, and wondered if it might make a viable product to sell- imagine the infomercial! She calmed and quieted down as he soothed her further by combing her hair as she lay with her back to him, fully expecting another hard slap on her still sore ass, which she kept wiggling in invitation, until she couldn’t stand it anymore and declared “I hate you!” in frustration.
“In that case, it is time for you to get up, go use the bathroom down the hall to clean yourself up. Your choice if you want a shower, bath or to just wash up, and a towel and everything you might need is there for you. I’ll be waiting here when you are done. Take your time… but not too long… I’d missed you,” he finished with a smile as he nudged her out of the room. He went into the bathroom off the bedroom to clean himself up properly after such an anal reaming by taking a fast shower, and putting on a fresh robe. Soon he was sitting comfortably in his armchair, with a glass of wine on the small table beside it.
She went down the hall to find a very large full bathroom with both a tub and a glass stall shower. On the way she retrieved her bag, with her cosmetics and her own hairbrush, and she found there were small personal bottles of shampoo and such provided. She looked at herself in the mirror over the double sink, and saw a somewhat disheveled, very well fucked lady, possibly standing a little bowlegged. She could feel the juices running down her legs, both from the front and back, hers and his.
She knew a wash up would never do, so she turned on the shower and quickly got under the warm water, feeling it rinse off the evidence of what she had been through. It stung on her still enflamed ass, and she felt again the welts on her breasts from the whipping that seemed so long ago now. She used a coarse loofah with soap to scrub herself clean, particularly in those most private places that were private no more, but it could not rinse away the feelings inside. The pain that lingered, and the memory of greater pain that lingered even more, and his hinted promise of more, and her desire for more, to have him take her again. Whenever, wherever and however he chose… just to have him inside her, or to spank her, or whip her breasts, or punish her nipples. All these things she thought about as she let the water envelop her as she sensuously caressed her own body with the soapy loofah, until she finally realized she was being watched. He had come looking for her, and was standing in the bathroom door looking at her touch herself, obviously lost in thought with closed eyes. Suddenly ashamed, she unconsciously brought her hands to cover her breasts and pussy, until she realized what she had done and let her hands fall to her sides.
“Ok, that’s enough of that. Finish up, make yourself presentable and get down to my room. My patience is not unlimited, you know,” he said with some seriousness, but she couldn’t tell if mocking or real. Anyway, he turned away and left, and she rinsed off, turned off the shower, got out, dried herself in the large plush towel he had provided, combed out her hair and put on some light make-up in what she considered record time, at least for her. There was a short cotton robe on the back of the door, and she put it on before returning to the bedroom as he had instructed. But she left it undone so her breasts and pussy were left open to see, and it was short enough to only cover the top of her ass. If he was going to punish her, he was going to have to work harder than that for a reason, as if she really thought he needed one.
When she arrived in his room, he looked up from the book he was reading and appraised her carefully, putting it aside. Looking down, she saw the book cover illustration had a man in medieval garb and a young woman hanging from her wrists naked from the ceiling in a stone walled room, whip marks across her breasts and stomach and tears streaming from her eyes. What story went with such a picture? Whatever it was he had been reading it as casually as if it was the Saturday Evening Post. Would she be that woman, she asked herself, fearing and hoping so at the same time.
“I like that you wore the robe, my dear. It conceals some but shows you know you must be uncovered and available as ordered… and I’ll enjoy watching it come off. So please, take it off for me.” He watched as she slowly brought her hands to her shoulders, catching the material and shyly lowering it slowly down her body and legs to clump on the floor at her feet. She stood naked once again, facing him sitting casually in his oversized chair with her legs spread and arms at her sides. He was holding the glass of wine and took a sip.
He told her to get into position number one and she knelt between his legs, facing him as he sat in the armchair. He told he she could use her hands and gave her the glass of wine to drink. They shared the glass of wine over the next ten minutes or so, and he let her talk about other things like her favorite plants and gardening in general. Each time he gave her the wine, she thanked him and he just smiled and nodded his approval. After a while it was almost gone and he told her in a caring tone, “Every good pet gets a treat as part of its’ training… and since today was such a special day for you “back there”, you deserve a special present.”
She blushed as her sore ass and a surprisingly empty feeling inside reminded her of exactly what he meant. She responded in her little girl voice with as much sincerity as she could muster, “But sir, I must be the luckiest girl in the world, getting raped so perfectly in my virgin backside after you let me suck you and fuck you, and now I get a present too? What else could happen to make this an even more perfect day?” she asked as she looked up at him in desire and anticipation, regardless of whatever he might do next.
“You may suck me now, and you may use your hands,” he told her quietly, and she immediately brought her hands up to hold his cock, leaned forward as her mouth enveloped his cock to take it down as far as she could, gagging some when it hit the back of her mouth and pressed into her throat.
When she brought her mouth off the hard cock for a second, said, “Thank you sir, thank you, thank you for letting me suck you… thank you.” And she devoured the cock again, and began bobbing her head up and down with as much enthusiasm as she could muster, to give him the best blowjob she knew how. All she wanted was to please him, to be taken by him, and if she was to be punished by him to get it, she would take whatever he would give her, endure whatever pain he devised.
He sat above her looking down, smiling knowingly as she sucked him, forcing him down her own throat until she made herself gag and had to remove the violation, slobbering her drool all over his member and using it to massage his cock and balls with her two hands, and just wanting more. She removed herself from his cock and began to lick his balls, and moved back to take his cock in her mouth again as if she needed it more than anything she had ever needed before.
When he felt his balls swell and his cock was ready to erupt, her grabbed her hair and positioned her so just the head was in her mouth, and the spurts of cum filled her mouth, and when he was done it was dripping from the corners of her mouth as he pressed on the back of her head to push the cock into her throat one more time. When he pulled her head back and off his softening cock, he ordered, “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” He could see her mouth was filled and her tongue coated with his cum, which pleased him. “You may swallow it now. And clean me off.” She closed her mouth and gulped it all down in several swallows, and laid her head down in his crotch and gently licked the softening cock in front of her face clean, and softly whispered, “Thank you, sir, thank you, thank you.”
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