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She cried out and squirmed, but I paid no attention, pumping rapidly until I exploded inside her. It's what you've been craving all these years; rough sex, the feeling of being raped. By now I was hard again, so I put a hand under her belly and drew her up to where I could guide myself into her easily from behind. If you are to be mine, you must trust me on that point. I will be your Master, Anna, your protector and lover as well as your disciplinarian. I purchased a number of videos from various bdsm computer sites and we watched them nightly, starting with the milder bondage scenes of young women trussed up and hogtied in many imaginative and painful predicaments, and progressing to the more savage versions where the girls are forced to endure extreme erotic torture and sexual incursions.
My own excitement was such that I was already close to orgasm. You remember that, don't you, Anna." It wasn't a question. "Whenever you are disrespectful to me, from now on, I will correct you. She cried out and struggled to get away, but I held her fast. Finally, her voice quavering, she whispered, "Please, Master, I want you to punish me." "Excellent." I immediately resumed the spanking, but this time the blows were harder with four or five seconds between them to give her a chance both to recover from each burst of pain and appreciate the full intensity of it. As it happened, she was ready long before the year was out, partly because I was patient, but mostly because she was born to be a slave.