1. Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle--Part 3


    Date: 10/14/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Death, Domination/submission, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    you didn’t so I doubt we’ll do it often if ever again. I needed it to prove that you were completely mine, that I have total control over you. If you didn’t rebel then you never will. I love you even more now, if that’s possible.” I dropped the soap into the tray and moved into Henry for another one of his wonderful kisses. We made love for at least an hour. How Henry could fuck me almost all that time without cumming amazed me. The only thing I could think of was his total submission to me. Something in his brain held him back until he knew I was ready. I’d had two orgasms when Henry finally went over the brink. He hesitated not at all as he licked and sucked all of his spunk from my body. Once he was done I climbed over his body to use the toilet. It was the first time since before Thanksgiving that I’d urinated into a bowl. “Did I do something wrong,” Henry asked. “No, Darling—I did that—pissing into your mouth-- to encourage your submissiveness. I no longer feel that I need to do it. I may still use you occasionally just to keep you on your toes, but more often than not I’ll use the toilet. Let’s go to sleep. I want to go shopping tomorrow morning. Good night, my love.” I kissed Henry gently, but lovingly and fell asleep in his arms. We went out for breakfast—Denny’s—and then bicycle shopping. We found a nice Shimano 24-speed mountain bike with an aluminum frame and--best of all--the dealer was willing to give us a student discount. Including a high visibility vest, and ...
    quality helmet, and lock the tab came to $459 plus tax. Henry mounted it on the car’s rack and we drove home. We already had my bike in the second bedroom/study center and now we had two making the space a bit tight, but workable. I had been on the phone with Mom and Lisa daily about the wedding. She told me we could get St. Aloysius for the Saturday after Christmas and there were several catering opportunities including the yacht club the same day. I explained that Henry wouldn’t be inviting any family—I wouldn’t either if they had treated me the way they had treated him—nor would we invite any friends from Penn State unless we made some very close friends over the next few months. To date we’d had classmates, but no really close friends. We had each other and that was all that mattered. Henry and I never did socialize very much even though we were invited to several fraternity and sorority parties. We attended a few, but stopped after I was hit on repeatedly one evening even though I had told the jerks repeatedly that I was engaged. We left after only an hour and never returned. Instead, we found plenty of things to do on our own—bowling, movies, the theater, even biking to a nearby campground for an overnight when the weather was warm enough. Before we knew it the year had passed and we were second semester sophomores. I had spent much of the summer break shopping in Manhattan for a dress and checking out several catering halls before making a decision. Henry spent the ...
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