A Subbie Life Ch. 09

Your eyes flash open and you can feel a sharp pain in your chest. Instinctively you reach for the pain, but your arms won't move. They're handcuffed, but how? Why? You try to look around but all you can see is darkness, to much darkness, as if you were hiding under a blanket.

You know where you should be, on the plane, right? As fear begins to wash over you, you begin to speak. Before the first word can escape your lips, you feel your head pushed from behind, and a hard cock is impaling your throat. The hand on your head violently grasps your hair, pushing and pulling, forcing the cock to fuck your throat.

Several moments pass this way, as tears well up in your eyes, you can feel their steamy trickle begin to stream down your cheeks. Suddenly your head is pushed down completely, forcing the hard cock all the way down your throat. You can feel it begin to throb quickly, and then suddenly it begins coating your throat with its warm seed. As your head is pulled up, it's still gushing; you can feel it splattering the back of your throat, while the taste of its salty lust engulfs your tongue. All you can do in reply is swallow, before you gag. As the last of the thick seed slides down your throat you, hear a familiar voice, "Good girl."

A blinding light engulfs you, causing your eyes to reflexively close. After a moment you hear his voice again, "Open your eyes." You do, but slowly allowing them to acıbadem escort adjust, instinctively you look up to find that it's not your master's eyes you're looking in to, but mine.

As a wave of shock sweeps over you, suddenly your eyes jolt open. Your head is propped up against the window, a blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders. Sleepily you look around, your mind filled with confusion. Quickly you look to the seat next to you...empty! You lean forward, looking over the seat in front of you hoping against odds to find Lilone's smiling face.

You feel a hand on your shoulder; you jump slightly, before it begins to tighten. You jerk your gaze to see the person sitting next to you, it's him. You feel your heart drop into your stomach as the realization of the past few days rapes your mind.

You hear a voice over the intercom, "The pilot has turned on the fasten seat belt light ladies and gentlemen, we will be arriving at LaGuardia National Airport in a few minutes." Once again you can feel fears icy fingers clutching at your spine, 'I slept through the whole flight?' you think to yourself.

Silently he leans over and whispers in your ear, "We have a two hour drive to Manhattan, and then you can start your punishment."

You sit back knowing that the only thing you can do about your punishment is accept it. He seams very pleased knowing that you're scared. atalar escort "My god is he really that cruel? Has he always been this way? Why didn't I notice it before?"

These questions seem to rattle around in your mind like pennies in a jar. Finally, the answers cascade into your brain like a thawing river in the beginning of spring, "Yes he is that cruel, and he always has been. Perhaps it took being with a master that wasn't like him to see that not all masters are this way."

You find yourself longing to go back to Colorado, and back with them! You can feel your tears welling up as you remember your final days before he showed up.

Before you even realize what's going on, you find yourself in the back of another limousine, this time however there is no allure to it. It's just you and him. Knowing that the ride is going to take about two hours; you reserve yourself to the knowledge that that he will want something before you get there.

That thought no more then finishes and you hear it. "Serve!" his voice thunders. You can feel your heart thumping in your throat. Hesitantly, you begin to slide off the seat. You feel his hand on your shoulder just before he pushes you to the floor; you fall quickly and hit the floor hard, letting out a slight moan of pain as you hit.

"Is this how he trained you? Do everything as slow as possible! When I command you that means, MOVE DAMN aydınlı escort IT!"

Once again you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes, you quickly move to position, sitting on your heels, hands on your thighs, and your eyes focused on the seat just below his crotch.

Suddenly you feel a sharp sting on your cheek as you're sent tumbling onto your side again; your mouth fills with the metallic taste that only comes from blood.

"That is the wrong position! You stupid bitch!" his screams echo in your head.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you retarded or something? I didn't just pay ten thousand dollars to train a fuckin' retarded sub, did I?" his words cut deep and this time you can't fight the tears back, they begin to flow even before you notice the blood in your mouth.

"Now get on your fucking knees! Sit on your god damn heels! NOW!" Like a scared puppy you scamper over to where he's pointing to.

"Arms at your sides, hands palm up on your legs. And your fuckin' retarded eyes cast down! How fuckin' hard is that?"

You do what you're told. As you focus on the seat just below his crotch once again, you whisper, "May I ask a question, sir?" Still yelling he answers, "What?" Softly you begin, "Wasn't I sitting like this to begin with, Sir?"

You can almost see his eyes flash red and before you know it you're on your side again, your cheek throbs and the taste of blood once again staining your tongue.

"Never question me! Who the hell do you think you are?" This time he closes his fist, hitting you harder. You feel the explosion of pain in your cheek as your head hits the floor. Everything goes black.