It Started With A Story

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When I wake I'm in a unfamiliar room. It's dark and I'm in the bed alone. My ass stings and there is a pounding ache in my head. I sit up on my side standing awkwardly to avoid pressure on my ass. Pulling the sheets with me to cover myself I walk to the door opening it.

I'm still in Daniel's apartment. I walk to the living room. I find Micheal asleep on the couch. I want to cry. Is being around me that difficult for him?

I walk around and kneel where his head lays. The floor creaks and his eyes open. He blinks in confusion then scowls rolling onto his back so he is staring at the ceiling.

"Micheal I'm so sorry. You just don't understand how much my independence matters to me. "

He closes his eyes his jaw twitching.

Finally after a few moments he responds.

"I am not nor will I ever be just a bedroom dom. I must have control in all aspects. Sex, clothing, your attitude, big decisions. Moving to Pennsylvania should've never been a choice you had to make. It was mine and you disregarded me and what I knew was best for you. For us. I gave you so much leeway in the beginning with your smart mouth, your mother, your constant begging for things I wasn't ready to give you. Maybe that was my mistake letting you believe you were in control. But as soon as I brought you home that first night I knew you were mine. I felt it. I should've tied you to my bed then, dam the consequences. But I didn't. I tried to be flexible and let you take baby steps into this lifestyle. Now look where we are. You think I wanted to punish you like that. It hurts me to hear you cry. I regret it even now. I should've just moved on and let you figure it out with someone else."

Micheal turns on his side giving me his back and I know I'm dismissed. But I can't leave. Not again.

So I kneel and I cry.

He ignores me and time passes. My knees ache, my ass stings and I'm just mentally tired. I lean forward pressing my head to his back to relieve some tension on my knees and the loneliness I feel. He tenses but does not move me away. He smells like he always does. Heavenly. I rub my nose across his back bathing my senses with his scent. Slowly I feel the tension leave him.

He eventually turns so he is laying on his back. He scoot's over and pulls me to the sofa so that I am laying on top of him my head on his chest.

He feels so good.

I fall asleep to the sound of his heart beating beneath my ear.

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When I awake again I'm lying on the sofa on my stomach. My skin is chilled, the sheets are bundled beneath my head. My head is turned towards the opposite couch where Daniel sits talking to Michael.

Michael is sitting on my end of the couch my feet in his lap.

"For how long?"

"Probably two weeks. I just need some time to be away. "

"I hear you. "

I ignore them they aren't talking about anything important.

Work I think.

I shiver lightly from the chill of the air conditioner.

Then again as Michael's fingers touch and glide along my back.

I feel his dick harden against my foot. I can't help myself as I rub my toes across his long length.

"Stop."

He says it almost as a after thought. Like it's not really bothering him. He must like it because he becomes harder. So I continue.

I shriek clenching my ass cheeks when he swats my raw skin quickly then continues on with his conversation.

I don't move my foot again and soon I am rewarded with his gentle back strokes again.

"Michael?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm hungry."

"Give me a moment I'm talking. "

I sigh and turn my head away annoyed at Daniel's teasing look.

A few moments past and I become irritated. I'm hungry now. I shouldn't have to wait to be fed like a dog. So I pull my feet so I can sit up.

Michaels hand grips my ankle pulling it back in place over his cock.

"Be still. "

"But I'm hungry. "

I realize I'm whining but I don't care I pull my foot again and get smacked across my ass harder then the last time.

I scowl at Daniel who is smirking at me.

Michael's cock is hard again. I know forcing me to lay here and wait on him is turning him on.

Why can't he be sensible and let me eat then fuck!

I huff and puff and turn my head back and forth on the couch. Waiting for him to say 'alright let's eat'.

But he never does. He keeps talking and ignoring me.

I have to pee now. Do I have to ask for that too?

"Michael?"

"Yes Kia."

"I have to pee."

"I'm talking wait until I'm finished. "

"But your still talking. Why do I have to wait for you to eat and pee?"

"The same reason I cooked for you and sent you to the bathroom before during your chastity punishment. "

"And that reason is?"

He sighs.

"Because it gives me pleasure to cook for you and knowing your squeezing your cunt to hold your bladder is also pleasurable for me too. "

"But as I keep reiterating to you. If this isn't something you want you don't have to be here. I know what I need and if this relationship and your passion to serve me is equal to my needs then you'll stop fighting me on every little thing. Pull your leg from me or interrupt me one more time and I won't stop you again.
Clear?"

"Crystal."

He grips my sore ass in warning.

"Pardon?"

"Yes sir. "

"Better, now be still. "