The Bank Manager's Cupboard - Part Thirteen


"Answer me slave, do you agree that you need to be
taught humility?" She insisted. David nodded and
dropped his head down into the pillows. The bitch was
not only going to do it, she made him admit he needed
it.

"That's a good girlie," she teased, "and I'm sure
this is going to make you feel suitably humble."

Initially David found the experience uncomfortable,
and grossly humiliating. Especially as Karin
giggled with obvious relish as she thrust back
and forth. Karin alternated between ramming
into him, and writhing to stimulate herself when
deep within him. As the pain of the punishment
turned into a deep red glowing sensation, Karin's
writhing started to stimulate his prostate, and her
thrusting caused his penis to rub against the bed
covers. David found these twin 'pleasures'
psychologically disturbing.

Karin noticed that David's moans and groans were no
longer expressing pain and discomfort, but were now an
indication of the sexual pleasure he was experiencing.

Karin held on to the gag strap at the back of his head
like a rein and rode him like a rodeo star. Hurling
insults and derogatory abuse at him she used his
excitement to further vanquish him.

"So you liked to be fucked do you? Whore! My randy
little maid likes her boss to have a big prick. So
wanker, now I know what you think about when you jerk
off."

David found the experience disturbing because at the
same time as suffering such crushing abasement, he was
enjoying the most intense physical pleasure he had ever
encountered. The beating had broken him, this demeaning
rape was truly humbling him.

Panting her abuse through intense and powerful orgasms
above him, she brought him to a kind of inner orgasmic
plateau. Each of her paroxysms were accompanied by
small spurts from his penis. Each little eruption
suffused his body with joy, quite unlike normal
ejaculation. He had never visited this plateau of
pleasure before. He was kept there partially by the
fear of the consequences should he spurt his ejaculate
without permission.

Although he was fearful of further punishment with the
riding crop, that he knew lay there so far unused, he
could not help himself from leaking onto her bed
covers. He was at the same time experiencing a deep
conversion to subservience. She had found and
stimulated a submissive tendency within him. Having
broken his male ego, she would soon have grovelling in
unresisting servitude. She had conquered him
completely.

Karin unstrapped his gag, and grabbing a handful of
hair she thrust and pumped her erection into him. "What
do you say slut," she demanded.

"Oh please Madam, please may I come now," David
answered.

"No slut, not yet, you have something else to say to me
first."

Karin continued her pumping and started to feel the
onset of yet another peak.

"Oh Madam, thank you Madam, for teaching me humility."
David moaned, trying to restrain the gushing which he
desperately needed to release.
"Please Madam, please."

"Aaaaaah," Karin moaned. "Yessss, what else have you
say to your Mistress slut."

"Oh Madam, Madam I love you, please Madam. Please."

Karin's seventh orgasm exploded, she moaned in ecstasy
and collapsed onto David's back, just as he pumped his
ejaculation into her bedclothes. He groaned his thanks,
and then his apologies, and then finally as he ceased
spurting he sighed, "I think I really do love you,
Madam."

Karin smiled, like a cat that got the cream, she almost
purred in the pleasure of victory. She had taken David
apart psychologically, and when she put the pieces back
together she'd made him just the way she liked her men.
Submissive. "Just remember that I OWN YOU! David."