Tales of Love & Cruelty

Chapter 4

“Okay, boy,” I gasp, falling on Terry and pushing him down beneath me. “Off of your knees now. That truly was my greatest pleasure ever.”

Mashed flat beneath me, crushed into that impossibly plush rug with my c**k still buried deep inside him, my newly broken-in husband can only pant and moan and try to somehow come to terms with what has just happened to him. And what is happening again. For as soon as I catch my breath I start f*****g him again.

Right away he spreads his legs as wide as possible, grips fistfuls of rug and breathes my name like a benediction. In response I rise up a bit, propping my upper body on my arms, and pound down into his eager ass harder than ever. Still he moans like a w***e and lifts and spreads for me.

“What was all that about being gentle, b***h?” I hiss in his ear. “Now you just want it harder and harder, don’t you?”

Moaning and squirming, he tries to get away with just nodding.

“I can’t hear you, boy!”

“Yes!” he gasps. “f**k me harder! f**k me as hard as you can!”

“That’s ‘f**k me harder Mistress’, boy!” I hiss. “That’s what I am to you from now on: your Mistress. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress! Please f**k me harder, Mistress! Please f**k me as hard as you possibly can!”

Now that we’ve finally formalized our new relationship I’m delighted to oblige. Pinning my f**k-slave to the rug, running with sweat and drunk on power and dominance, I slam my c**k into his ass with every once of strength I have. Perhaps I’ve even got adrenaline working for me, for it sure seems my ecstatic efforts approach the superhuman. On and on I f**k my little slut, until amongst all the groans and cries and sobs of his I hear the distinctive little sound he always makes when he comes. Sure enough he soon goes limp beneath me, utterly spent at last.

Angered for both Lisa’s sake and my own, I pull fully out of him for the first time in over an hour and climb off.

“Roll over!” I order, and despite his obvious debilitation he obeys me without hesitation: as he surely will forevermore do. And sure enough, glistening wetly on that thick fine fur is his copious ejaculate.

“Look at that!” I snap. “You think Lisa will let us use their place again if she finds come stains on her beautiful bearskin rug? Get a wet cloth and clean that up!”

As my little slut-boy scurries to obey it occurs to me that I should have made him lick and suck it up. Well, his training is just beginning. And so is the night’s butt-f*****g. I take pity on him and remain quiet as he cleans the rug. Then I order him to lie on his back right in the center of it.

While he lies there, looking timidly up at me and awaiting whatever next pleasure I decree, I slowly slather my c**k with jelly again. Then I move between his spread legs and lift them up. Hooking an elbow through each of his knees, I fall forward, lifting his legs above his head and trapping them thus. Lying atop his splayed-out body I wriggle about until I find that wonderful little hole. Then with a grunt of effort and ecstasy I jab my c**k back into it to the hilt.

Terry (I call him so for the final time) cries out piteously beneath me. Holding him doubled-up and down, deeply impaling his ass, I smile sternly but lovingly into his face from mere inches away.

“Yes, Slut-boy, the best night my life is barely beginning. Why, I’ve only come twice so far! I am going to f**k your ass until dawn! And from now on, whenever I call you Slut-boy, that means I expect you to acknowledge me as Mistress, and submit to this kind of supremely sublime s*x for as long as I want it. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replies right away, looking me directly in the eye as he does. “You have clearly established who the boss is in this marriage. Now please stop teasing me and f**k my butt!”

Oh, could this long-awaited night possibly have gone more perfectly? More ecstatically happy than ever before, I’m content once again to leave the introduction of corporal punishment, bondage (and so much else) for another day and simply wallow in the present. I kiss my Slut-boy lovingly on the lips. Then I pull back and thrust forward again, for the next of what will undoubtedly be hundreds of thousands of times, butt-f*****g my humbly submitting husband to mutual heaven.