Shopping Kmart
Copyright© 2001 by Kathy R.
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - She goes into Kmart out of curiosity, which leads her down a path she never thought about.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant BDSM DomSub MaleDom
That sneer. He still had that awful sneer. I couldn't help but to cringe, pull back from him. Or try to pull back. The tight hold on my shoulder kept me in firmly in place. Shit. I was so scared, I wanted to crawl into a hole and die... And, yet.
And, yet, I could feel myself fall under his power. I could feel that deep dark side of me being drawn to him, to that all-knowing, all-consuming stare. I licked my dry lips with my equally dry tongue. Stammering a few small sounds, was all I managed. Another lick of my lips and I could finally form intelligible words.
Except I had nothing to say.
I was so weak, of mind and body with him finally here. How could one man do this to a woman? To anyone? What a magnificent power to hold over those around you. And it was that power that drew me closer -- made me submit to his will. Willingly.
Taking a deep breath, flexing my wet pussy lips to be sure my bladder was still under control, I finally found the courage to speak. "You work security." I closed my eyes, mentally berating myself for stating the obvious.
A chuckle, low and almost foreboding, came to my ears. "Glad to see your eyes work, slut. Now, tell me. Why haven't you been around? You've caused me much anguish in not returning." His fingers dug deeper into my shoulder, almost pinching the skin.
Wincing in pain and leaning into the viselike grip, I was able to ease some of the discomfort. "I..." What was I to say? I'm sorry? I wanted to come, but my husband prevented me from doing so? Shopping at KMart isn't a favourite pastime anymore? "I was scared, sir."
"Master."
I corrected myself quickly. "Master."
"Master what?"
Oh God, here we go again. I had to think back to that bit of training he gave me two weeks ago. I didn't want to think about that day. It was the ultimate humiliation and painful experience of my life. I opened my eyes, remembering. "I was scared, Master, of encountering you again. Of meeting up with you and being degraded and, once again, put through pain." There. I said it.
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