Owned

There was a pause.

Sophie looked behind her only to encounter the countenance of a confused young man. He’d just fucked her, again, in the ass, again, she’d felt him come inside her, again. So what was this?

As if to answer, Sophie turned away and bent over, offering herself as she pushed the tip of his still-hard young cock up against her anus. He obliged, pushing easily inside, and Sophie grasped her ankles in the shower as the young man pushed in and out. Now he realised. This was not about sex, it was about domination. Roles. His and hers. She was his, and he had to prove it. Make her his. Take her like this. No pleasure for her, aside from that that comes from knowing her place.

Sophie smiled, contented in her role as she watched her new young master’s balls swing back and forth as he penetrated her. Not for sex. She was his.

This goes on for a while, just reinforcement, subjugation. There is a gentle knock on the door accompanied by her young daughter’s voice, “mummy?”, and Sophie starts to straighten.

“No”, he whispers, his hand on the nape of her neck. Making her stay bent over and listen to her daughter as he controls her, sliding in and out slowly.

“This is how it will be”, he reinforces, as he continues to move in and out, “talk to her”, he instructs.

With difficulty, Sophie has a conversation with her daughter, as they make plans to go swimming, while he pushes his cock slowly in and out of her. Then she feels him speed up.

“Talk to her some more”, he instructs, clearly excited by her daughter’s voice while he is inside her mummy.

Sophie obeys and he gets faster and faster, rougher and rougher until, nearly pushing her over, she feels him spurt deep within her once more. Owned.