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Love In The Trenches

Date: 3/28/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Female Domination, Mind Control, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

sound to you?’ There it was again, only more forceful now, and my dick responded to it by jumping up and down in my pants. Imposing was the word I’d been looking for. Enforcing her will, taking it almost for granted that I would go along with anything she wanted or decided. I liked that quality about her, in a sexual way. But it also hurt my pride. It was humiliating, but more than that, it was cold. And I wasn’t going to stand for coldness tonight. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. Somewhere deep inside I knew it attracted me. Rejection and humiliation triggered a sexual reaction in me. But I couldn’t, not tonight. It would be empty. It would only bring the sadness back, and I’d had enough of that. ‘Right. OK, I’m sorry I bothered you. I’ll let myself out.’ I carefully placed the keys onto the bed and moved to the door. I never heard her come after me, but as I opened it, she shoved it shut with a bang. ‘Damn, do you have to be such a hard-head? Is it so difficult for you to please me when I ask something of you?’ She was raging, puffing at her cigarette in a futile attempt to calm down. ‘Do you know how many bozos I have to listen to every night? All they ever do is talk. Not one who says, hey Suze, how about I took you out for a change, let’s go see a movie and we’ll have dinner at your favourite restaurant, and then we can go to your place and fuck until the sun comes up. But no, all they’re interested in is talking about their crummy wives and their crummy kids and ... their crummy jobs. Talk talk talk, bla bla bla. All talk, no action.’ She was spitting fire now, walking up and down, gesticulating madly with her arms. ‘And here you come along and I think, maybe this guy is different, he doesn’t want to talk, he just goes along with everything I do and is happy to do it, no questions asked. But no, now you have to come up here and spoil it all because you want to talk. How about what I want?’ She disappeared into the bedroom and came back with an unlit cigarette between her lips, looking around for a lighter. I pulled out my own and held out the flame for her, but she snapped it from my hands, lit her cigarette herself and pocketed my lighter. I felt guilty for having triggered her outburst. ‘I-I’m sorry for what I said, Susan. I had no idea. You’re right, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. Let’s do whatever you want.’ ‘Sorry won’t cut it. You’ve gotten me all worked up.’ ‘I… How can I make it up? I told you I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you. We could…’ She didn’t let me finish. She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into the bedroom. ‘Drop your pants and stand against the wall, facing it. Your arms up, palms against the wall.’ I was dumbfounded, but I did as I was told. I wondered what she had in mind, feeling a bit apprehensive. It came to me that I didn’t know her very well. I heard the sound of a drawer being opened behind me. I turned my head and saw Susan pulling a long thin bamboo stick from her chest of drawers. It whizzed as ...