Breaking her

“You are a stupid cunt,” he sneered.  “thinking that you could just walk away from me.”  He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back.  He traced the curve of her neck with the knife.  “You always liked the knife,” he purred into her ear.  “The cold steel.  The sharp edge.  So seductive playing so close to the edge.”

“Look at me,” he commanded.  He could see the fear in her eyes.  Tears lined her startling blue orbs.  She had beautiful eyes.  He could always tell what she was thinking by her eyes.  They were the windows to her soul.  Those eyes haunted him the past couple of months.  During the day, he would busy himself at the shop, pushing her out of his thoughts, but the evenings and nights were long and lonely.  Just when he thought he was over her, those eyes would haunt his dreams, bringing back all of the old hurt.  Yes, she was scared now.  He could see the terror in her eyes. 

She had been a proud slave and now that pride would be her undoing.  He had never been able to completely break her, but tonight, he would succeed.  He would make her beg and plead.  It had been easy to get her to agree to talk to him.  He had just sent a simple text saying that he needed to talk to her and she agreed.  Her sons were with their father this weekend on their usual schedule, so she agreed to allow him to come over to “clear the air”.  Soon after he arrived, he had her right where he wanted her.    He loved and craved the power he had over her.   She now stood in front of him, her hands bound in front of her with a gag tightly fastened between her pretty lips.    He traced her lips with the tip of the knife.  She closed her eyes as he felt her tremble.

Crack!  He slapped her face hard.  He enjoyed hitting her. 

“Look at me, cunt,” he screamed.  Her eyes flew open and blinked back more tears.  He could see the welt on her cheek beginning to form.  He circled behind her and kicked at the back of her knees, making her crumble to the floor.  Her grabbed her pony tail and pulled her back to her knees. 

“Did the stupid cunt forget her place?” he sneered in her ear.  “You belong on your knees.”

Taking the knife, he cut away her t-shirt.  He had sharpened the knife earlier tonight, honing the fine blade.  He had dreamed of doing this for some time.   Three more quick strokes and her bra fell away from her petite frame, exposing her full creamy breasts and the smooth expanse of her back.  He grabbed her full nipples and jerked her upright as she tried to slink down into the floor. 

“Don’t move,” he snarled.

He grabbed a breast and squeezed.  He could see the faint scars on her breast.  They had lightened over the past few months, but they were still there, reminders of his handiwork.  He flicked her taut nipple with the tip of the knife, teasing it.  She trembled.  He drew the blade across the creamy milky skin, leaving a faint line that quickly filled with blood.  He felt his cock harden.  He loved hurting her.  A few more quick strokes and he stood back to admire his work.  His name danced an angry red across her milky white breasts.  After years of practice with a knife, he knew just how deep he could go without serious harm. 

“Look,” he commanded.  Her eyes were shut tightly again.  He slapped her face again and forced her to look down at her breasts.  “What do you see?” he asked.

She didn’t respond, but tears rolled down her cheeks. 

“Don’t make me ask you again,” he warned.  “I should never have to repeat myself twice.”

He heard a faint mumbling through the gag. 

“Yes, that is right.  My name.”  He straddled her from behind, pulled her head back and traced the blade along the length of her neck.  “You tried to walk away from me again,” he breathed into her ear, “but you know you are mine.  It’s not that easy.  I own you.  I never released you and I never will.” 

He pushed her down roughly onto the floor.  He loosened her jeans and panties and pulled them off of her, leaving her creamy ass exposed.  She tried to crawl away, but her grabbed a fist full of hair and jerked her back into position.

 “Don’t try that again,” he said, “or you will make it worse on yourself.”

He pulled off his braided belt and caressed it.  She had bought it for him when his last one had worn out.  She knew what he liked.  She had been a good domestic slave in those regards, cleaning, cooking, shopping, and caring for the children.  She learned what he had liked and made sure that she had taken good care of him, running his home with efficiency.  He couldn’t fault her for that.  But she had balked when he had made some decisions she hadn’t agreed with.  He had crossed her hard limit and she had felt that she couldn’t be around him anymore, so she packed up her belongings and walked away.  He had been angry with her. 

He was the master.  She had no right to tell him what he could do and what he couldn’t do.  He loved pushing the envelope, pushing the boundaries between right and wrong.  It excited him and thrilled him.  He hid his activity from her, but she knew too much about him.  It had wrong of him to think that she wouldn’t find evidence of his clandestine activities.  He had hoped she would just keep her mouth shut.  She hadn’t though.  She had come to him with her concerns, but he had ignored her.  He wasn’t ignoring her now…

He dragged the blade down her spine down to her rounded ass.  The faint scars of his initials were still visible, as was the burn that he put there four years ago. 

“Hold still,” he advised as he saw her stiffen.  He carved again, deeper this time.  His name welled in blood.  He felt the hardness in his groin.  It was so beautiful.

“Why did you agree to talk tonight?” he asked.  Her eyes widened in fear.  “I will tell you why,” he said.  “You wanted me.  You know that I own you.” 

Terror flooded her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks.  She shook her head in denial.  ‘Oh, this was going to be so much fun,’ he thought.  Breaking her was his fondest wish.  He needed to do this.  He ached with the need to make her his forever, make her admit that she was his and would always be.  She knew too much and could ruin him if she was decided to speak.

The belt snapped against her creamy buttocks.  Her whole body lurched forward with the sudden pain.  Splayed on the floor, an angry red welt rose quickly.  He grabbed her hair and pulled her back onto all fours and beat her ass again and again. 

“Who owns you?” he asked.

“You,” she cried, barely audible through the bandana that kept her from screaming.

“Louder,” he commanded.

“You,” she screamed as she collapsed on the floor, shaking uncontrollably.

“Yes,” he said as he pulled her hair, forcing her onto her knees, “and you will never forget that again.”

He fumbled with the zipper of his jeans and shoved his hard cock past the gag, into her mouth.  He ached so.  He loved hurting her and his cock had never felt so hard, so alive. 

“You were always the best at sucking my cock,” he growled with pleasure.  “I have had hundreds of blow jobs, but you were always the best.”  He thrust so far deep into her throat that she gagged.  He withdrew abruptly and slapped her hard across the face, sending her reeling.

“Daddy would forgive you for that,” he sneered, “but Daddy isn’t here tonight.  Only the bad man for you tonight.”    He brought the belt down across her silky shoulders.  She collapsed into a heap onto the clean floor, the intricate pattern of his braided belt reflected in the newest welt.

He had noticed that her house was clean when he arrived.  No piles of dishes on the counter.  The floors were impeccably clean.  The faint smell of lemon hung in the air.  It had fueled his anger even more.  Her stubbornness had left his home a mess.  He knew he was lazy.  He hadn’t been able to find anyone to clean for him since she had left.  She had been neglectful in her duties.  It was just one more reason to punish her.

Her breathing was slowing now, but she was still shaking.  He grabbed her hair and pulled her to her knees again.  Her hands were still bound in front of her, the ropes biting into her wrists.  The gag hung loosely around her neck like a collar.  He grasped the gag and dragged her towards the bathroom.  He shoved her roughly into the shower and forced her to her knees.  She was sobbing quietly.  She knew what was coming.  She hated this and he loved to humiliate her.  The intoxication of the power he had over her was overwhelming.  She was a pain slut.  She could handle a little humiliation.

He forced himself to relax enough to allow his urine to spew from his cock.  She gasped as the salty urine invaded the open scratches of his name.  He coated her head and her mouth with his piss.   Grabbing her lower jaw, he forced her mouth open further and filled it with his piss until it dribbled down her chin. 

“Swallow, you stupid cunt,” he commanded.  He held her nose closed until she was forced to swallow.  She gagged and sputtered uncontrollably, but fought to keep from retching further.    He turned on the water, not caring if it was too cold, and poured shampoo liberally over her shaking body.

“You have two minutes to wash,” he said as he turned and left her huddling behind the shower curtain.  He wasn’t a total monster, he thought as he chuckled.   He heard her muffled sobs as she washed quickly behind the curtain.  He shut off the water right on time and opened the curtain to see her still huddled on the floor of the shower.    She deserved to be humiliated.   He grabbed a towel and threw it at her.  “Dry off.”

She grabbed the towel and feverishly wiped, trying to hide behind the small hand towel that he had given her.  He grabbed her hair and led her out of the shower into her bedroom.  He bent her over the bed and forced her legs wide apart.

“See that,” he said as he reached up between her legs and stroked her pussy.  “You are so wet, just dripping.”  He continued to caress her cunt, coating his fingers with her juices.  With his other hand, he reached around and grabbed her nipple hard, causing her to gasp with the sudden pain.  He thrust juice laden hand into her open mouth.

“Taste yourself.  Smell yourself,” he commanded.  “You want me.  You are so wet for me.”  He fumbled with his jeans, pulling out his throbbing cock.

 He needed her.  It was plain and simple.  He needed to feel the power he had over her.  She gave him that vitality.  She made him feel alive.  Without her, he was an empty shell, trying to fill that void with other activities, but never achieving the same level of ecstasy.  They were poor substitutes for the real thing.

He slid his cock into her moist cunt.  He had come home.  He felt her tight, warm womanhood surround his hard shaft.  In frenzy, he thrust repeatedly, beating her womb with his rock hard head.  He could feel his urgency building, pushing him toward the edge of oblivion.  She was the only one who could do this for him.  She was the only one that could whip him into this fervor.  He needed her as much as she needed him.  Yin and yang, black and white, whatever you wanted to call it.  She was his other half.  She was the one that gave him the power to feel whole.  He would never tell her that though.  He would never admit this weakness…

He felt his sperm building as he pushed deeper.

“Who owns you?” he asked as the edge rushed closer.  “Who owns you?”

“You,” she screamed.

“Please,” she begged…

She woke abruptly.  The covers were in a jumble, wrapped around her legs.  She blinked as she bolted upright in the bed.  The clock on the nightstand glowed 3:19.  The bluish light of the television blanketed her room.  She had fallen asleep watching television, and now an infomercial claimed that some obscure product could change her life forever.

‘Another nightmare,’ she thought.  She willed herself to calm down.  She was safe, safe in her own room.  Why didn’t she feel safe?

She lay down and pulled the covers back over her shaking body.  When will this nightmare end?  Would she ever be able to free herself from his ghost?

The Gift...

Her eyes flew open when she suddenly couldn’t breathe.  A large figure straddled her chest as a hand clamped over her mouth.  She tried to scream, but it was useless.  A gag was roughly forced into her mouth and quickly fastened.   It was then she noticed the second figure restraining her arms as she fought instinctively.    All she could manage was a few muffled cries.  The adrenaline pumped through her veins.  She tried to twisting her hips and bucking, but the weight was too much for her small frame.  A blindfold went over her eyes and ear buds were thrust into her ears, forcing in some vile dark evil music that only heightened her fear.  She could not hear, see, nor scream.

Her arms were thrust into cuffs.  She struggled but couldn’t free her hands as they remained in a fixed position above her head.  She felt the rigidness of being cuffed to a spreader bar that was suspended to her headboard.  She breathed easier once the weight of the first figure shifted off her chest, but as soon as it was gone, her legs were shackled and spread wide.  There was no spreader bar between her legs, but she couldn’t move much.   She imagined that they had fastened her legs to her bed posts.

She couldn’t tell how much time had passed.  The music blared into her ears.  She couldn’t see anything.  She felt the adrenaline racing through her blood, sending her remaining senses reeling.  Master had hinted that she might have guests, but she hadn’t taken him seriously.  In fact, he hadn’t mentioned anything in the past couple of weeks.   She thought he had forgotten for now.  It seemed he had not.  She kept a blog that was for his eyes only.  He was the only one that knew that she wanted to be raped, wanted to know what it felt like to be used and abused.  He was making her fantasy come true.

She felt her hips lifted and something soft thrust under her round bottom, tilting her hips upward.  A pull and a tug, and she felt her thin nightgown fall from heaving breasts.  Another tug, her thong was no longer hiding her quivering lips.

A cold hard steel blade traced the curve of her neck traveling down between her breasts.  He flicked her nipples with the tip, tracing the areola of her right breast.  The cold steel against her fiery skin was so intoxicating.  Her skin felt so alive.  Danger and pleasure mixed to fuel her remaining senses.

The bed shifted and she felt the flick of a tongue across her exposed clit.  She moaned and wanted to thrash about, but the blade at her breast reminded to remain still.  The tongue darted and flicked over her sweet spot.  She could feel the waves of excitement building, but held back.  She wasn’t allowed to cum without permission.  This was torture, pure unadulterated torture.  As she fought to keep the waves from crashing in, pain gripped both nipples at once.  They were on fire.  They were being twisted and pulled at the same time.  The pain was her undoing.  Wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her, sending her bucking and thrashing uncontrollably. 

She drifted back to reality slowly, not sure of how long had passed.  Seconds?  Minutes?  Hours?  It didn’t matter.  Her skin continued to tingle as her breathing slowed. 

She was suddenly jerked around a full 180 degrees, with her ass pointed skywards.  Still somewhat disoriented, she hadn’t noticed that her leg restraints had been loosened.  More pillows were stuffed beneath her so she now was bent over them with her ass pointed skywards.  Her legs were fastened once more.

She felt the hands caressing her ass and thighs, kneading her tense muscles, as if they were trying to coax her to relax.  A vibe was slipped between her and the pillows, positioned perfectly on her clit.  She knew her juices were flowing.  She could feel the blood throbbing through her groin as her heartbeat threatened to break her ear drums.  The loud music pumped through the earphones seemed so far away.

She felt her lips being pried open and cold fingers invading her inner depths.  They flicked around in her juices pushing deeper and deeper, stretching and probing.  Feeling violated never felt so good.  Three?  Four fingers?  A full fist?  She didn’t know and she didn’t care.  She could feel the edge coming closer, rushing at her with full force. 

Crack!  She felt it rather than hearing it.  Pain across her ass.   The burning pain evaporated the edge pulling her back.  Her skin tingled, charged with electricity.  She felt the knife again, the tip tracing along her arched spine.  Hands massaged where the flogger left its mark.  She began to relax ever so slightly…

The hands moved across her buttocks, prying her cheeks apart.  A finger began to massage her puckered asshole.  She felt something being inserted into her ass and the sudden coolness of some sort of lube.  No.  Her mind screamed.  She liked anal, of course, but knew that she was very tight.  She forced herself to relax as she felt the first finger being inserted up into her ass. 

The finger withdrew and the pillows under her were removed.  The leg restraints were loosened as she felt herself forced onto all fours.  She felt the warm flesh and a hard male body slide underneath her.  She felt his head position himself between her legs.  She smelled his maleness as his hard cock pressed against the gag in her mouth. 

His tongue began its assault on her clit again, sending her shivering with excitement.  At the same time, she felt the finger again probing and prodding her asshole.  The combination made her yearn for more.  Two fingers…she felt her anus tight anus stretching.  It felt good.  Her mind raced and screamed for more.  It was so wrong, but it felt so good.  She craved this.  She wanted more.

She felt the tip of a cock slide into her ass, as her clit continued to be sucked, licked, and bitten.  The edge was coming closer again.  She could feel the pressure building, pushing her along toward bliss.  The cock thrust deeper as she stretched to accommodate his size.  He began to drive his cock into her ass, over and over.  She felt alive.  Nothing mattered but the edge looming nearby.  She felt the tongue lapping at her flowing juices.  Oblivion.  Pure and sweet.  Spasms rocked her as her mind exploded.  At the same time, she was vaguely aware of the warm spurt of cum filling her ass and the man collapsing on top of her. 

Time stood still as she floated back to earth.  She was befuddled and not all there.  The confusion was the result of an intense organism that rocked her to the core.  Her heart thudded in her chest.  At some point, the man beneath her had slid out from under her.  Once again, she was turned around and lay flat on her back, the leg restraints firmly attached in place, leaving her spread eagle once again. 

A hand grabbed her hair and jerked her head upright as the gag fell away.  Her first thought was to scream, but she didn’t have the energy.  She was spent.  A pill was forced into her mouth, followed by cool water.   She hadn’t realized that her mouth was so dry.  The liquid washing the pill down her throat was welcomed.  The gag was replaced as quickly as it had been removed.

She lay there for an undetermined amount of time.  She felt her eyes growing heavy.  She was getting sleepy.  She fought to stay awake, but her lids grew heavier until she surrendered to darkness.

She opened her groggy eyes.  Sunlight flooded her bedroom.  She could hear the birds chirping outside her window.  She rolled over to look at the clock on the nightstand.  It was 10:14.  Her hands and legs were no longer in restraints.  She was sore all over.  Her wrists were bruised from the cuffs.  A little bruising was nothing in exchange for the way she felt.  Used, abused, and lighter than air. 

She made her way to the bathroom and started the shower.  She wanted nothing more than to let the warm water ease her aching muscles.  As she lathered all over, she reached down to wash away the last of previous night’s pleasure when her fingers touched something unfamiliar. 

Looking down, she noticed a ring.  Her thoughts raced.  She had been pierced at some point during the night.  A small gold ring sparkled from the hood above her clit.  It had been Him, she thought…  and He had claimed her last night…

First Meeting (Fiction)

“I want to fuck you,” he breathed the words into my ear sending my blood racing.  “I want to fill your mouth with my cum and I want to suck your clit until you go absolutely wild.”  His words sent me into a tizzy.  I could feel the wetness between my legs.  My blood burned and I ached for him.

Although we had been chatting online for a while now, we had met for the first time this evening.  Everyone gets nervous meeting someone for the first time, but I felt we already had strong connections.  He was a Master.  I, by nature, was subordinate.  He understood my need to be guided.  My unending string of problems left me paralyzed with fear.  He was there to pick me up emotionally, dust me off, and give me the guidance I needed.  I was eternally grateful for such kindness.   His graciousness was a lifeline in a storm.  At the first available time, we agreed we both needed to meet.

I shuttered from the anticipation.  “Yes, I would like that very much,” I breathed, barely audible above the jukebox cranking out tunes somewhere in the back of the bar.  My focus was on him and him alone.  He commanded my attention.

“Come,” he said as he steered me toward my seat, taking the pool stick from my hand.  “Sit and finish your drink. “ 

I smiled in acknowledgement and took my seat .  He pulled out a stool and sat slightly behind me.  I could smell him.  I could smell the undertones of sandalwood mixed with an animal magnetism.  I breathed it all in, imprinting the memory deep inside. 

He grabbed my pony tail and tilted my head back as I felt his breath on my neck.  “I want to use you tonight.  I want to abuse you, and then I want to make you cum like you have never cum before.”  I felt his teeth bite into the flesh on my neck and I shivered.  “Go to the bathroom and bring me back your panties,” he ordered.

“Yes, Sir.”  I wound my way thru the crowded bar towards the bathroom with his order reverberating in my ears.    I felt deliciously naughty.  I had always been the “good girl”.  I had always done the right or modest thing.  I quickly took a stall and pulled up my denim skirt, and took off my black lace panties.  Having no pockets, I  rolled them into a ball in my fist and vacated the restroom.  As I made my way back to our table, I kept thinking about how exciting and wicked I felt.

I stopped in front of him and held out my hand.  I placed the panties in his open palm and grinned.

“Very good, little one.” He said.  “Sit, facing me.”  I did as he asked,  pushing my knees together, blushing at the thought of this new naughtiness.    He leaned forward and whispered in my ear,  “Relax and finish your drink.”

As I reached for my full glass, I felt his knee force its way between my knees.  His fingers traced their way along my inner thigh.  The amber liquid coursed down my throat as I felt the burning between my legs grow.  A moan escaped my lips.

“I want to feel how wet you are,” he said, “how wet you are for Me.”  I felt his finger slip between my moist, warm lips.  He found my clit and teased it, flicking it repeatedly.   The blood rushed between my ears.  I had never felt so alive.  I tingled from the excitement, feeling like I was on fire all over.  I was hungry…so very hungry…and starving…

“Not yet, little one,” he chuckled, “Not yet.  I don’t want you to cum just yet.  You are so responsive to me.”  His fingers slipped out from under my skirt.  I began to float back to earth.  I had been so close.  I could feel fire burning, the ache building, that euphoria just out of reach.  

His fingers traced my lips.  “Smell yourself,” he said, “Taste yourself.”  I licked my juice from the tips of his fingers.  “Who are you wet for, little one?” he prompted.

“For You, Sir.”  I said.  I felt my lip’s quiver, the burn flaring again. 

“Yes,” he said.  “I don’t want you cumming yet until I hear you scream my name.  And tonight, I promise you WILL scream my name.” 

He took a drag on the cigarette that had been sitting absently in the ash tray on the table and then gave it to me do to the same.  “It’s time, little one,” he said, “it’s time we get the hell out of here.” 

I felt him bite me on the neck as he helped me into my jacket.  I was in a fog.  I quivered with anticipation of what was to come tonight.  Nothing else mattered.  There was only the urgency to be and to feel in the moment.  I was His tonight.  I was His to use and abuse, and I wanted nothing else at that moment.

Breeding Her (Fiction)

“Wake up, my pet.”  Huddled at the foot of the bed, she felt the thin blanket being pulled from her body.

“Yes, Sir.”  She blinked away her drowsiness.  Light was just beginning to creep in through the windows.   She remembered it was Friday morning.   “I will prepare your coffee right away, Sir.”

“No.”  He jerked her upright steering her towards the bathroom.  “You must have to pee badly.”  He led her to the bathroom adjoining his room.  “Sit.”

She sat on the commode and he pried her legs apart with his knee while ripping open a package.  He held a stick between her legs.  “Now pee.”  On command, she released her urine.  After a moment, he smiled.  “Shower.   I want you to lie on the bed after you are done.  Do not keep me waiting.”  He turned and left the room.

She jumped into the shower quickly, enjoying the warmth of the water, but quickly washing up completely with the vanilla scented soap her gave her for her birthday.  She bristled with anticipation of what was to come.  This was not their normal routine.  She wanted to know what the stick was, but he took the packaging with him when he left.  Turning off the water, she grabbed a towel and quickly dried off. 

Poking her head around the corner, she crawled onto his large bed.  While she had been showering, he had placed restraints on the four posters.  They were awaiting her.  She shivered in anticipation.  She heard water running from the kitchen and the coffee pot being filled.  She glanced around his room, hoping to get an indication of what was to come.  All of his toys were clean and lay out on his dresser like they always had been.  The flogger hung from its nail on the wall.  All seem to be untouched. 

“I will be there shortly.”  His voice boomed from the other room.  “Relax on your back, spread eagle on the bed.”

She spread her arms and legs.  Relaxation was not really what she had in mind.  She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and focused on slowing down the rapid pounding in her ears.  After a moment, he entered the bedroom. 

“Good,” he said and went about fastening her hands and ankles in the restraints positioned at the four corners of the bed, tight enough to keep her in place, but loose enough not to harm her.  He placed the ball gag in her mouth and expertly fastened it in place.  Her eyes widened and her blood began to race.

He lay next to her on the bed, cradling her head in one arm while probing between her legs with his other hand.  He began to flick her clit repeatedly driving her nuts.  “Relax, pet.  Do you like how that feels?”

She nodded in agreement and tried to get out a muffled “yes.” 

“I want you dripping wet for me,” he said in her ear.  “I took the day off from work today.  With the weekend ahead, I have plenty of time to play with my pet this weekend.  We won’t be disturbed.”

He went on stroking her clit even more, pinching her nipples, and biting on her neck.  She felt his long hard shaft on her leg.  She wanted to feel herself wrapped around him so badly.  She craved him.

“Yes, you do want me,” he said.  “I can feel your wetness, your hotness.”  He pulled back just a bit before she climaxed and left her in a fog, building her craving for him more.

“I have been thinking, pet,” he said.  “I am very possessive of my things.”  He stroked her thigh.  “I want to brand you.  I want you to know that you are mine forever.”

Her eyes flew open.  Branding?  Were they ready to go there? 

He saw the uncertainty in her eyes.  “Relax,” he said.  “I have other plans for you.”  I won’t mar that pretty little skin of yours with an ugly scar.”   He reached up and grabbed her breast in his hand.  “I want to make you mine forever.” 

He rolled up on top of her.  She felt his hard shaft probing between her legs.  Yes, she was hot and wet for him.

“Look at me,” he commanded.  “That little stick you peed on was a fertility test.  Yes, you are very fertile now and you are hot for my seed.  No condoms anymore.  Not for you, pet.  I want to explode inside of you and fill you up.  I want you to have my child.  I want you to know that you are mine forever.”

She felt his shaft part her warm moist lips.  Deeper he plunged filling her to her fullest.  She protested under the restraints, but to no avail.  A baby wasn’t in her plans, at least not yet.  Maybe in time, but not now.  He plunged again repeatedly.  She felt him harden even more and explode deep within her.  She could feel his wet hot seed pouring into her womb.  He collapsed onto of her, breathing heavily.

He stroked her hair and wiped the tears.  “Shhhhh…. My pet.  It will be ok.  I will be here to take care of you always.”  He placed his hand on her tummy, stroking it fondly.  “If we have a daughter, I want her to look just like you, but if we have a son, I want him to be just like me.”

He sat up straight and gently lifted her hips, placing a pillow beneath her buttocks.  “I don’t want any of my seed leaking out prematurely.  I want this to happen.”  He picked up her thin blanket and placed it over her, leaving her arms and legs in the restraints.   He loosened them slightly to maintain blood flow, but not enough to give her freedom of movement.

“I will be back in an hour, pet.  I will seed you again.  We have all weekend.”  He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, wiped away a tear, and went to the kitchen.