Her story, part 2

By metro

I couldn’t believe I liked it so much.

When he tied me to the bathtub faucet

And peed on me,

It seemed to free me.

The loss of control,

The powerlessness,

All combined to turn me on in the strangest way.

After he peed on me

Then came on my face,

He got in the tub with me,

turned on the shower,

and washed me,

not letting me do a thing.

Then he dried me off

And told me how things would be different.

How I would keep the house clean,

Take care of myself,

And serve him.

I nodded my agreement.

Somehow I craved his newfound control,

And my loss of it.

I looked at him and told him

I’ll do anything and everything for him.

He smiled, kissed me, and carried me into the bedroom.

Once there, he fucked me good.

He didn’t make love to me,

No, it was more like he raped me,

My cunt, my mouth, and my ass.

He took me in ways he never had before,

Deeper, stronger, and more powerful.

And each time,

I melted a little more

And became his plaything,

His fucktoy

His slut.

All the things I was meant to be.

When he seemed to finally tire

he lumbered off to the bathroom

and was surprised when I followed him.

he stood over the toilet,

He turned towards me and laughed.

You liked it, didn’t you? he asked.

I nodded my head,

Took off my robe

And laid down in the tub.

He stood over me

And I spread my legs wide

And opened my mouth,

Letting him know that I was all his.

I felt it first on my belly,

Then the stream moved up my chest

to my face,

Where I drank it hungrily.

I heard myself whimper when he moved back down

And sprayed my clit.

Oh god, oh god, I cried

As I came in little pops

While his pee beat against me.

When he was done,

I reached up to his cock

And put it in my mouth

So I could taste those last drops

And clean him with my tongue.

Thank you, I told him

As he walked back to the bedroom.

I cleaned myself up

And joined him in bed.

He was already asleep

So I slid down the bed to his cock

And took it in my mouth

like a pacifier,

gently sucking on it as I drifted off to sleep,

waiting eagerly for his next offering.