This is the story of Master Douglas, a Belgian Dom who tells me stories from his life, and which I translate for this blog, with his permission. This is not my story, but his.
Continued from… Master Douglas – Nettles
It’s half past six in the morning when Douglas gets up. Jenna has already gotten up and is downstairs, preparing their breakfast. Douglas walks over to his computer to first check his email. There’s an email from Rebel.
I need it, she writes. I need a good whacking.
This is something Douglas has never expected from Jenna. She never asks for anything, except to say “I am about to come” in order to get permission for a climax. Other than that she never expresses her wishes. She doesn’t have the desire to do so.
Douglas re-reads Rebel’s email. The last sentence awakens his loins.
It’s an exciting sentence, Douglas thinks and looks down. He is still naked and his excitement is evident. He finds Jenna in the kitchen, dressed in her night gown, takes her by the arm and leads her to the couch in the living room. She takes one look at his erect penis and knows exactly what is coming. Douglas pushes her onto her back, lifts her legs and enters her. He wants to come. Needs to come. He pushes into her a couple of times, comes rather quickly and pulls his cock from her. Holding her legs up, he stands next to the couch and look down on her body.
“Do you want to come?” Douglas asks, knowing that Jenna has absolutely no desire for it in the morning.
“Yes, please Master,” she answers obediently.
He lets go of her legs. She keeps them pulled up and spread. His sperm leaks from her open cunt. Douglas uses it as lubrication to push his fist in her cunt. His hand enters her smoothly, but Douglas doesn’t fail to notice the slight grimace of pain on Jenna’s face. He makes a fist inside her and turns it around inside her, knowing Jenna could hardly withstand that.
Her body arches when she climaxes.
Douglas holds his penis in front of Jenna’s face, allowing her to lick it clean. Then he returns to his computer to answer Rebel’s email:
“Whacking.” A beautiful word, Rebel. A word I want to use.
To be continued… Master Douglas – Fifty-Four
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