He brought me to my room and drew us a bath. I could barely stand. The intense multiple orgasms, plus the last pounding, drained every ounce of energy from me.
He gently sat me in the tub, lowering himself behind me. He pulled me close to him, wrapping one leg around my hip securely. I rested my head against his chest, feeling the curly tufts of hair tickle my neck, back, and shoulders.
My bottom felt okay, and my neck stung slightly, but there was nothing to worry about. Thank God. My mind began to wander. He said he was going to keep pushing my limits. Would he lose control and accidentally kill me? I had a sick feeling in my stomach.
I focused and cleared the intrusive thought from my head. I didn't want to go there right now.
I stilled my beating heart and calmed down. I know if I scream and yell loud enough, he will stop. He proved it earlier with the vibrator and the strap. He tenderly kissed the top of my head multiple times as he washed me up, being very careful around my bottom and inner thighs.
I was much calmer as he continued gently caring for me. I enjoyed this side of him, even though I was still ashamed to admit it. This Atlas was the one who coddled me after shattering me with a brutal session.
This side of him made me feel special. He was always good to me after a punishment or a kinky scene. He pulled me closer to his chest, hugging me tightly.
" Kitten, you have no idea what you do to me. I would lose my mind if I lost you."
Atlas
I removed my pet from the tub and dried her off. After an intense session, I enjoyed babying her. I want to coddle her and protect her from everyone but me, of course. I struck her thighs, testing her limits.
She took it like a champion. It sent me over the edge, where I ended up breaking the skin on her neck and brutally fucking her ass. I will always love her pain and tears, as well as her pleasure, but I had to take better care so I wouldn't lose total control when I was playing with her.
She is the only woman who has the power to push me so far that I would draw blood without realizing it. I made a mental note to keep myself in check asfar as she was concerned. Accidentally taking a life is no big deal to me, but ending her life would be the ultimate mortal sin.
She is as precious to me as my brothers, maybe even more. I grabbed a large bottle of Gatorade from her mini-fridge and told her she had to drink the whole thing.
I put her through a lot today and enjoyed every fucking minute. She had to stay hydrated and replace the electrolytes she lost from sweating so much. The belting session physically drained her, for sure.
Her thighs wore my welts from the strap, and there was bruising from me holding her legs apart so I could fuck her like the fucking monster that I am. Her neck had a slight nick where I bit her.
That will heal up in no time. A little ointment will easily fix the swelling and redness around the entrance of her ass. I need to get her tubes tied so I can leave her alone back there. I don't want to injure her.
I guess I will have to use her mouth instead. I am aware of the pain she endured during the first two minutes of the flogging. I had never struck her inner thighs before. That area was much more tender than her bottom. I will always put her through the wringer when we start; then, I will put her back together once she shatters into a million pieces.
This was my thing. It wasn’t as if I liked to abuse women. I never struck a woman in the mouth or beat them senseless, ever! Indeed, I paid women to allow me to release my inner demons, so there were never any punishments meted out on them. It was always just sexual. I have never had a long-term relationship with anyone.
My life didn’t allow it, and I was never genuinely attracted to any woman until I met this little beauty. It was a unique situation with her. She is mine forever. I had to train her to obey me. I will discipline her when she is naughty.
She will always enjoy her sessions with me when she is the good, obedient pet I crave. I will give her as many orgasms as she can handle; then, I will give her the aftercare she deserves for allowing me total use of her body. I will continue this until she is conditioned the way I need her to be.
I am enjoying fussing over her. My girl has grown on me this past month, and so has Tuna. Having him around really isn't an issue. I can see how Kit loves the animal so much. I'm lost in uncharted waters with this girl; my feelings for her are overwhelming, and I don't understand what's happening to me. I love the pain I inflict, but I am not a total monster where she's concerned. I understand the difference in size and strength between us.
Given my size advantage over her, some may mistake me for a brutal woman beater, because I take great pleasure in using my strap on her. I am nothing of the sort. I don’t beat her…Ispankher. There is a big difference between what an abuser does and what I do.
I worship her. I will never truly hurt her, plus she enjoys it just as much as I do, although she will deny it until her last dying breath. The girl was a cutter in the past. That is who she is and will always be a part of her.
I am bringing her true self, buried deep within her core all these years, back to the surface, little by little. I look over at her flushed face. My sweetheartis drowsy. She finished the Gatorade as I instructed, yawning after the last sip.
Grabbing the ointment from the nightstand, I gently placed her over my lap, rubbing it all over the areas where I struck her. She has several light welts that will disappear in a day or two. She winced slightly, but relaxed once I finished applying the salve.
I gently applied the cream to her puckered hole, slathering it all over her anus, and pushing some into her rectum. She jumped, but I pulled her back, soothing her apprehension.
" Relax, hon. I am only applying some ointment so you can heal up. I won't touch you back here again for a while."
She relaxed into my lap, letting out a sigh of relief. Poor thing. I would never take her again after the brutal fuck I gave her earlier. I pushed her limits harder today.
I don’t know how far I will go with her or how much she will take from me, but I will try, and when she can no longer endure the sadistic pain I inflict on her, I will stop.
She wore my bruises, bite marks, and belt slashes across her ivory skin. Nothing turned me on more than seeing my claim on her. Am I a sick fuck? Most likely.
