At last she calmed and lay on the bed quietly. Then she sat up, turned and put her feet on the floor. She looked at me and spoke softly. “Is it okay if I move, Master?” I smiled encouragingly, so she staggered to her feet. She got to standing, but the pain of the beating had weakened her, and she fell forward into my arms, catching herself around my neck. She held on tightly both for strength and comfort, tears falling down her cheeks. It was after perhaps three or four minutes that I heard her whisper.
“Please can we have sex. Now.”
I was amazed she had remembered, but pulled her on top of me on the bed – I did not think she should lie on where she had been beaten. I quickly removed my trousers and within seconds had my cock buried deeply in her pussy. She was very wet, and I felt her moving gently on top of me, so was taken aback when within seconds she screamed out, her body shaking, an orgasm taking over her. As her second orgasm took over her, I also pumped my cum deep inside her.
Margaret lay in a warm bath for some time, then stayed in the house for a couple of hours until she had recovered enough strength to get herself home. She left a very different person from that which had entered the house only a short period before.
It was a week later that Margaret was in our kitchen, with me talking to her. “Margaret – I have been your Lord and master for a week now. I do not want you to serve me any more, I am going to give you to another person.” Margaret looked horrified and made to speak, but I raised my hand to stop her. “I will give you to whom I choose, but I will only give you to someone good.” This time she looked sad, but did not make to argue. “Come with me and meet the man you must serve.”
I led Margaret into the sitting room. There, standing to greet her was Steve her former husband whom she had never stopped loving, her new Lord and Master……….
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