Thread: Vanilla gets a flavor (SHARPii & Adam)

She had gone for the easy alternative, picking the one that sounded like the right one. There were women, and men for that matter, that were truly submissive, in fact he had met quite a few of them, but they were rare. Most who claimed to be were in fact looking for something else, and there were no question about what group this particular specimen belonged to. Even her own words betrayed her I came this far. Froze. And Im here and I dont plan on going anywhere. So she stayed because she couldn't give up once she started, not because she truly wanted to give in. She did this to keep her power, not to give it up! Obviously she wanted to prove to her self that she was worthy. Worthy to be Henry's girl. This had nothing to do with her craving his dominance, or anyone's dominance for that matter, this was just about her and her boyfriend. Her will to submission was pure fake, that was easy to tell. But he had fucked plenty of girls that were pure fake before, he did not mind. Usually, they did not get what they came for, but he got his fun, and that was the only thing he cared about. Her choice of category might have been predictable, but her determination to go on caught him off guard. The possibility that she would still be begging him to train her had crossed his mind, but he had quickly written it off as being about as likely as being struck by lightning. And yet, there she was, in the mud, almost completely naked, the torn open white top the only cloth remaining on her body, shivering a little from the cold, basically asking him to take her as his slave. He bent down to disconnect the chain from the pole, using it to lead her out of the pool of mud, and then, with a sudden jerk, to swing her up on her feet. He let go of the chain, and the heavy string of iron links came to rest between her breasts. Like a cold serpent it continued to graze her soft skin down over her belly, the last link resting against the crest of her pussy. After having backed off a bit, he aimed the hose at her chest, and turned the water on, watching the high pressurized stream of cold water hit her breasts and splash in all directions. The rain had done a good job in cleaning up the dirty mess that she had become, but after all she had been standing in the mud and he did not want to bring any of her filth into his home. I will ask you the same question in seven days. We'll see if the answer is the same. he said, letting the stream of water move over her breasts and down her belly and legs. And yes, I will train you, if you accept the rules. He directed the stream at her crotch. There is really only one important rule, the rest are corollaries, and that is that you do whatever I tell you to. There's no limits - if I say it, you do it. The stream of cold water bombarded her pussy while he spoke,. And if I am not satisfied with your enthusiasm, I will strip you naked, cuff your hands, gag your mouth and let you walk home with a sign saying 'FUCK FOR FREE' hanging around your neck. There was nothing in his voice betraying the bizarre nature of what he said, he sounded like he was just talking about the weather, not threatening her with inhumane punishment. He made a circle motion with his hand in the air, signalling for her to turn around so he could get her back clean as well. And some practicalities. You are not allowed to stand or walk unless I give you direct permission to - you crawl on all four. You must mind your language. First, you address me as 'sir'. Second, you can not use your own name or words like 'I' or 'me'. You use 'horny cum dump', 'pathetic whore' and suiting names like that instead. And of course, if you brake the rules, or just displease me in any way, you will be punished. He turned the hose of, the rapid stream of water subsiding, and dropped it to the ground. On your knees, facing me. He clapped his hands two times to make her hurry up. This is your last chance to turn back. Do you accept to be my slave for the next seven days?