That I was made to please a man…
That it would do me, and a lot more women, a lot more good if they were on their knees to their men a lot more…
That's what we needed in this country…
Men with big dicks who regularly spanked us and showed us the light.
I know the idea appealed to me…
And now, I had to stop thinking so much… I had that habit, and get into the blowjob I was being forced to administer…
"That's it… that's so good…"
He was speaking in those soft tones of his…
"Yes… lick the shaft…"
Immediately I took his cock out of my mouth and began to lick it up and down…
"Take it all the way in… deep…"
"Back inside…"
"And kiss my balls…"
Out again and laying up and down…
I was going as crazy with this as I knew he was…
And when his hips started to buck and his hand tightened it's grip on the back of my head, I knew that soon I was going to be a goner!
I was going to have the supreme privilege of having him come in my mouth…
"Harder… suck harder… that's it… take it deeper… deeper…"
It was already down the back of my throat…
And I couldn't move or say anything very much in this position…
But still, I kept sucking…
It was getting hotter and thicker in my mouth…
And God, I loved it…
I just couldn't get enough, of my Clifford…
I knew he was going to come…
I could just feel it…
I could feel him starting to hump…
I could feel his balls bouncing on my chin.
"Look… at me… look… at… me…"
He was sighing and moaning now… wanting me to look at him…
And I did…
I lifted my eyes, the only movable part of my head I still controlled, and stared at him…
Watching his face as his cock started to come…
Shooting his stuff right in my mouth!
Ohhh… how I gobbled it up… trying as best as I could to take it all in… to take every last drop in my hot mouth…
Ohhh… so good… it was so fucking good…
More…
I wanted more…
I sucked every last drop out of him, and when he let go of my head, when he put his own back and gasped for breath, I immediately went to work on his cock, licking and sucking the sides, getting the stuff that managed to slip out between my lips.
I wanted it all!
Finally, it was over.
He leaned over, that magnificent frame of his bending towards me.
He took my head in both his hands and kissed me.
Deep.
"Justine, darling, you're marvelous," he finally said.
"So are you," I whispered.
"You've earned your freedom," he said, softly.
"Well, that's fine," I responded… "But when may I return?"
I turned coy.
"You know, a girl has to be punished a lot these days, or else she starts to think that she can get away with anything…"
He smiled. He was on to me.
"I'll be calling you. I have your number from your purse…"
I was sure he did.
Now, I was being untied, and this time allowed to get dressed.
He led me to where my clothes were.
"Put them on and leave."
No goodbyes or anything!
Just up and out.
When I finally got home, I realized for the first time how much of a beating I'd taken.
My entire body was aching.
But it didn't matter.
Nothing mattered.
Except the fact that finally I'd found someone who I could relate to.
I'd found a man who was a real man and not a wimp.
Clifford had taught me the truth… had taught me to see the truth in myself.
I loved pain!
His pain!
And I would do anything to get it.
It was a lesson I wasn't going to forget.
I know that for the next several days I did nothing but wait for that phone to ring.
I hung by it, hoping for it to go off and be him.
Toward the end of the first week, I started to despair.
There was no word from him at all.
Had he grown tired of me so quickly!
Had he found another!
What?
What had I done wrong?
I was sitting in my living room, staring out the window, a full two weeks later, still very upset that I hadn't heard from him, and wondering just what had soured Clifford on me.
When the phone rang!
I looked at it and couldn't believe it.
The phone was ringing incessantly.
As if it were angry.
God, I raced for it.
I wanted to get it before it was too late.
I just knew who it was on the other side.
I knew his ring!
CHAPTER FOUR
I rushed for that phone, my heart pounding.
Could it actually be him?
I hoped…
I prayed…
My pussy was immediately on fire when I thought about it…
It was going to be incredible…
Really fabulous…
If it was…
I'd learned my lesson!
I knew what it meant to be deprived of his glorious body!
Please…
Oh please…
As you can see, I was in some state!
"Hello?"
The silence on the other end was agonizing.
Whomever it was was taking their time with me.
"It's Clifford," the voice finally said.
Tears came to my eyes!
Actual tears! It was him.
It was really him!
"Clifford…"
He could hear me choking back the tears.
"What's the matter, honey…"
"I… nothing… I just… wished I would have heard from you… that's all…"
"You're hearing from me now…"
"Yes… I know…"
"Unless you want me to hang up. Do you want me to do that? Hang up?"
"No!"
He was teasing me and I knew it.
And I knew that he knew I knew it.
Didn't matter.
Nah!
Not in the least.
It was nothing compared to some of the other games he was into, if you understand what I'm saying.
The point was, it was him… it was really him.
And I was happy!
Now, I tried to gain my composure.
I didn't have to try that hard.
He was way ahead of me.
"It's Sunday evening," he began, more formal than he actually had to be.
"Yes… I know…"
"I'll want you here… with me… this evening… do you understand?"
He knew that I had to work the following day.
I was sure he'd chosen this time on purpose.
One more test of my unflagging loyalty.
"That's fine… where do I go… how do I…"
"My chauffeur will be downstairs in front of your apartment building in exactly one half hour. Exactly one-half hour. If you're so much as three seconds late, he is instructed to leave without you and you'll never hear from me again. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Clifford…"
"All right then. The clock starts now."
And with that, he hung up. Just like that!
I couldn't believe it!
I had to really hurry to take the fastest shower and shampoo of my life.
And then, when I was finished… I had to wait…
To wait downstairs a full ten minutes.
At exactly the appointed time, I checked my watch.
No limo!
Had I blown it?
Several more minutes went by.
I was in agony!
Something had gone wrong.
Something…
And then I saw it, pulling around the corner and up to the front of the building.
The chauffeur got out.
He was grinning.
"Sorry ma'am."
He knew he was late.
I wouldn't have minded tanning his little hide for him for that.
Until I realized that that was probably part of the overall plan.
Clifford!
Sometimes he could get me so furious!
After making me rush like that, and threatening me if I was even three seconds late, to pull a move like this…