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The Stalker: Visit One, Day Three

Date: 4/7/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, BDSM, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Domination/submission, Erotica, Male/Female, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Reluctance, Author: Katlyn, Rating: 92.6, Source: sexstories.com

from me.” Mike was back to his patient, nice teacher persona. Sally stilled herself not wanting to upset the delicate balance that seemed to be his emotional state. When Mike dried himself off he snapped his fingers, and pointed in front of him. “Bitch, come stand here” Sally moved as quickly as her wet and by now cold body would allow her. Mike dried her off and once again led her to the bedroom. “Position One.” Sally was shocked yet again, but she scrambled to obey. She waited for what was to come, but Mike turned around and dressed himself, then started looking through her wardrobe. He kept talking under his breath generally displeased with the choices before him. He found something and Sally heard cloth being cut and torn, finally she was allowed to know what was going on. “Stand up here in front of me hands behind your back. Legs shoulder width apart.” Sally came and stood in front of him as he desired. For fun he slapped her pussy and startled her. “Okay I think I want to dress you today, so here is a skirt you can wear, It is black, lets see the length on you, Mike held it up to her and it came to about mid thigh on her. “Nope, we need shorter.” And Mike retrieved the scissors and started making sure the skirt would be just below the cunt line, and a bit shorter in the back. “Now put it on.” The edges were ragged and not straight and she looked like a hobo in rags, but, well he gave her clothes. Sally thought that was defiantly an improvement. The shirt was next. Mike ... had picked a simple T-shirt and had her put it on. Then he cut at the neck line and pulled first one breast out and cut so that it was hanging out and depending on the fabric to hold it up at the same time, and he did the same to the other one. “Go look in the mirror and tell me what you look like.” “I look like a whore Sir.” Sally spoke quietly, hoping that was what he wanted to hear, she was not really sure. Mike moved in front of her and grabbed her left boob looking her deep in the eye. “ Yes, yes you do, My whore. Look at me, when I speak to you, YOU are MY FUCKTOY.” Repeat this five times: “I am sir’s fucktoy” “Yes Sir, I am Sir’s fucktoy.” Mike Slapped the right breast while manipulating the left one viscously. “LOUDER FUCKTOY! LOUDER” “YES SIR! Ahhhh I AM SIR’s FUCKTOY” Mike kept moving between slapping and manipulating her boobs. “Again!” as he slapped both breasts “I AM SIR’S FUCKTOY!” OWWW! As Mike grabbed both breasts and squeezed “Focus on your task toy, say it again.” Mike almost growled. He loved having these breasts in his hands, knowing he and he alone was the cause of their agony and their release from agony. It was intoxicating. “I AM SIR’S FUCKTOY!” Sally started to cry “Come on, bitch one more time,” Mike slapped both boob in unison for some added encouragement. “I AM SIR’S FUCKTOY” and Sally started to fall to the ground and cry. Before she got to the floor, Mike caught her and pulled her to his chest and let her tears get his shirt wet. “Shhhh, you did ...