Disciplining Tovy
DISCLAIMER: The events I am sharing with you are based on a summer fling I had with a woman some time ago. This is a true story. Let me state now that everything that occurred was among consenting adults. If you are a feminist, this is NOT a story you will enjoy reading.

A few years ago, I was exploring the darker aspects of my sexual mind. I entered into a M/s contract with a 42 year old married housewife whom I shall call Tovy. I met her in a chat room on an adult website. I spent the first few weeks talking with Miss Tovy via messenger. I wanted to know all I could about her. I asked her about her dreams, goals, fears, fantasies and past experiences. I learned from our conversations that she was in a loving, but virtually sexless marriage. She had frequent sluttish fantasies, but never really had a chance to explore them. She had feelings of sexual submission, but was raised to believe that good and proper women do not engage such behavior. Tovy was a woman of average looks, not glamorous, but attractive in a girl next door sort of way. She had a teenage son and was an active PTA member. When I felt we were ready, we entered into a contract in which I was her Master and she was my slave. The first thing I had her do when she signed the agreement was to write SLUT on her body with a black marker. It was her decision as to where to write it, however, I required her to keep it on her body for 48 hours. She asked, “but, Master, how will I keep my husband from seeing this?“ I informed her that was her problem as to how she was to keep it from her husband. She begged, “Please, Master……don’t make me do this.” I reached between her legs to find that her slick p*ssy didn’t match the protesting her mouth was doing. It‘s amazing how the body gives away one‘s true feelings.

As the relationship progressed, Tovy confessed to me that she did not enjoy sucking c*ck. In fact, she detested it. The last time she slurped cum was many years ago when she first married her husband. That night, I ordered her to go to her husband while he slept. Her task was to wake him with his prick in her mouth. She had to suck him to completion. Again, she begged me not to make her do this. I became irritated with her constant arguing and decided to nip it in the bud. Every time she became argumentative, she earned herself five lashes with my belt. I can still remember the way she cried as I cracked her back and ass, with my leather. As typical of her behavior, she would plead for me to stop, yet her hips would involuntarily push up to meet the strike Tovy proved to be a very good girl, in that, she always did as she was told. She reported back to me that her husband woke up surprised and very happy!

Here is my greatest recollection of Miss Tovy. I had her drive from her home down south to my place on the eastside. I had a surprise for waiting for her. Miss Tovy was 38 minutes late. She arrived on my doorstep rather flustered after having been stuck in rush hour traffic. “Please forgive me, Master,” she said most apologetically. I put my fingers up to her lips to silenced her. I then ordered her to remove her shoes. I placed one of my dark blue belly dancing scarves around her head as a blindfold. I took her by the hand and led her to my living room. Unbeknownst to her, a male friend of mine was seated on the futon. I slowly removed Miss Tovy’s simple, yet pretty cotton flowered dress, teasing her skin with my tongue all the while. I said, “I am going to give you one lash with the belt for each minute you were late.” Turning to my partner in crime, I asked, “Does that sound right to you?” His reply was, “sounds good to me”. I could see her body cringe with fear as it dawned on her that we were not alone. I ran my fingers through her blonde curly hair then gripped the back of her head and pushed her face down on the floor. “Get your ass up in the air, Bitch, and count out loud”. “Please, Master” she begged. Her tears soaked the cloth of the blindfold, but not as fast as she was soaking her thighs. 38 smacks to her back and ass left her cheeks rosy red and her back welted. I noticed my friend’s member about to burst out of his pants. We made brief eye contact and knew instantly what was to happen next. He pulled his c*ck out as I led her to him. I told her to get on her knees and open her mouth. Like a very good slut, she did as she was told. At first he was kind, gently stroking his c*ck in and out of her mouth. The harder he got, the more aggressive his movements became. Soon, he was shoving it all the way down her throat, gagging her until he was completely coated in her saliva. I spun her around and told her to get her ass in the air once again. He got behind her and teased her clit with the head of his member until she was begging for relief. I took great delight in her torment. I know too well what it is like to be a wanting vixen with a needy c*nt. Finally, my friend gave in to her begging and plunged into her. As she was getting f*cked to pieces, I whispered in her ear, “The sweet little housewife on her hands and knees getting banged by a guy she’s never seen….you are a slut, Tovy.” I pinched one of her nipples and said, “aren’t you?” My friend pulled out so he could take that 3rd and final hole. I squirted lubricant on her assh*le. As he pounded her rear, I played with clit, rolling it between my fingers. It was in this moment that it all became so clear to me. The blurred line between pleasure and pain that exists in all women. The need to be ravaged was a burning fire inside Miss Tovy. I watched her ass get pounded in a way that couldn’t possibly feel good. Yet, she was orgasming so hard that strands of her cum shot down the insides of her thighs. Only bad girls would enjoy such activity. Because I decided that she was such a dirty wh*re, I had my friend remove himself from her body. I pulled her up so that she was on her knees in front of him and placed that same c*ck that had just been in her ass, in her mouth. She sucked him until he came on her face and hair. He thanked me for a very good time with such a cute slut and left. I then took her blindfold off. She asked to shower at my place, but I did not consent. Miss Tovy knew better than to argue. We said our goodbyes and she hopped in her car to head home. I thought about her later that day, driving home to her husband with her p*ssy banged, her ass stretched out, and dried cum all over her face. All done by a man who’s face she never did see.

Through our encounters, Miss Tovy learned new things about herself. She taught me a valuable lesson as well. What I learned from her is that whether we hide it, deny it, are fearful of it, or embrace it, a slut exists within every woman. To know who you are is to be free.