Flashback January 2010

I'm coming home from a way too stressful day at GEH.

My PA, Andrea, is sick at home leaving me with her flirty dirty, good for nothing Intern Isa-I-don't-fucking-know-what-her-fucking-name-is.

She came in without knocking first.

Her cheap blouse is showing off her fake tits. Her fake tanned skin has the color of a orange. The yellow color in her hair is showing what a bad dye job she got. Her too much too cheap perfum is making me nauseous.

What the hell was Andrea thinking?

As she was too busy to flutter her too big, too fake eyelashes at me she didn't notice the little bump on my carpet and stumbled and fell face first to the floor and throwing my hot, black coffee in my hot cocked lap.

I yelled at her for ten minutes straight before she left crying and humiliated.

Obviously I fired her blonde bimbo ass on the spot. The third intern this year and it's only January.

As I exit my private elevator I'm greeted with the most beautiful sight.

My beautiful, brunette, Brazilian submissive Leonora is sitting on my big U-shaped couch in my generous penthouse living room.

She is reading a book about the love between a vampire and a girl. She is always telling me that's classic literature. And made me seen all 4 movies. I can't wait of the fifth, apparently.

Her eyes are framed with thick rimmed, sexy ass reading glasses, which gives her the look of a naughty librarian.

Her thick mane of mahogany brown hair, which usually is reaching past her breasts, is tamed into a messy bun.

She is wearing just a black thong and a black Calvin Klein sports bra.

Oh, Querida. You just gave me a perfect reason to punish you.

She should be just in silk and satin.

And I don't want fucking Taylor to see her like that. For my eyes only.

But I love to see her like that if I'm honest.

She's a naughty, filthy, sexy as sin woman with an aura of innocence waving around her.

One look in her seductive, dark blue eyes and you will drown into a stormy ocean.

One look at her pouty, ruby rose lips and you will get lost into a world full of promises.

Men in the antique would have start a war for her. She's Aphrodite and Venus combined.

Leonora is nothing like my previous subs.

She managed to break to my walls with her witty charm and feisty attitude.

Her voice and throaty laughs are music to my ears.

At 5'8'' she stands proud.

With her size 8 in close and a generous D cup she lets the curviest roads pale in comparison.

Her full, round face is graced just with the right amount of freckles on her cute button nose and her cheeks are blessed with high cheek bones.

Her voluptuous body is marked with a few silver stretchmarks here and there, a sign of her womanly curves, and scars from a hauntingly dark past.

She's a siren. A goddess.

And to top everything she is the perfect submissive with just a few hardlimits and a high tolerance for pain.

"Master, you're home." She stands up and is looking at the floor.

My perfect little kitten.

"Yes, and you are disobeying my rules by being dressed inappropriately, Querida. You know that I don't like for anyone to see you like that. You and your body belong to me! Playroom in 15 minutes." I tell her and walk away.

As I loosen my tie and walk into my bedroom, to change into my Playroom jeans she gave me on Christmas Eve, Leonora starts to grab my arm.

"Master, I need to talk to you. It's rather important. Please, Master."

I'm fuming.

We just started touch therapy and she's touching me without warning? And how dare she to speak to me without my fucking permission?

"Leonora Rafaela DeKay! Get your fucking ass into the Playroom. NOW!" I yell at her and walk away very pissed.

I let her wait for 25 minutes before I walk into my Playroom. I'm in the mood of something hardcore.

It pleases me to see my little kitten in sub position, just wearing her little see-through thong. I just want to kiss every inch of her flawed skin and taste her rosy flower but first things first.

If she is a good little girl today I will reward her with a diamond studded ring.

She came to me one afternoon and asked me if I would allow her to have a tattoo with my initials on the skin under her left tit right above her heart. Of course I denied her request but I began to wonder on how I could show my devotion to her.

I came to the conclusion that an engagement ring would be perfect.

Nothing beats a contract like a contract of marriage. She will be mine legally!

I'm falling in love with her and I know she feels the same.

"Querida, you displeased me today. You must be punished for it. You're not allowed to come until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." She answers timidly.

"You will receive 15 lashings with the belt and 5 with the cane for good measure. After it I will fuck your tight, wet cunt and cum in your ass. Do you understand me?" I ask her.

"Yes, Master." She mutters quietly.

Oh Querida I love you for that.

"Speak fucking clearly, Leonora!" I bark at her and smack her on her right cheek.

"I'm sorry, Master." She speaks clearly this time. Good girl.

I go over to the wall where my tools are hanging, and take my favourite belt from its hanger. It's made out of thick leather with metal stones encrusted in it. I love the feeling of the leather against my skin. It will sure as hell turn her milky round ass into a flaming shade of red.

I walk back to her and grab her by her left arm and bring lead her over to the spanking bench. I bend her over it and pull her thong down her sexy legs.

I go down on my knees and I'm face to face with her beautiful, tight, wet pink pussy which is open to me like a flower on a sunny spring day and her star form-like shaped pink asshole.

I can smell her arousal and I'm trying hard to resist the urge to taste her. I can't fucking wait to eat her pussy and ass.

"I want you to count the lashings, Querida. And speak clearly this time." I tell her.

"Yes, Master." She gasps as I smack her ass with my bare hand.

The moment I throw the first bite on her asscheeks I go to heaven with no fucking point of return.

She starts to count.

Her cries of pleasure sounds like an angel's singing. More like a fallen angel.The smacking sound of skin sounds like violins.

She once told me that every time my belt bites her skin it feels like I'm leaving kisses on her.

My beautiful Querida.

"1...I'm in heaven...2...Querida you're perfect for me...3...I can't wait for you to be my fiancee...4...and my wife...5...You melted my ice cold heart...6...You showed me that I'm capable to love...7... I want you to meet my family...8...I'm so hard for you...9...I love you...RED! RED! STOP! STOP! PLEASE NO MORE!" She cries out.

I let the belt fall to the hardwood floor.

I'm too shocked to move.

She safeworded. She used the fucking safeword on me! She never used it before.

That's not the first time I punished her with the belt. Fuck, sometimes she begs me to do it. She always had several orgasms because of it for fucks sake!

"What's going on, Querida? Why are you crying? Please speak to me I need to know what goes on in the pretty head of yours." I plead with her.

Please speak to me my love.

As I was about to touch her she moves away from my touch and for first time I see her face laced with terror, pain and what's worst, disgust.

What the fuck have I done?

"Don't touch me you sick son of a bitch. You will never touch me again. You repulse me you sadistic, abusive ass. I tried it because I love you but now I know that you're a monster. You don't deserve to be loved." She shouts sobbing and crying at me and is running out of the Playroom.

Out of my life.

Leaving me shattered and utterly heartbroken.

The ring that I have in my jeans pocket feels now too heavy.

Elena was right, love is for fools.

I'm just the sick son of a crackwhore.

And for the first time in many years I start to cry.

I cry for my broken heart.

I cry for the 4 year old boy who will never receive love.

I know that her words will forever haunt me. They are carved into my heart like a big ugly scar...

Flashback EndI open the door and yell at her and the world.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

She looks at me with a haunted look on her pale face and her now empty dark eyes and whispers.

"Christian..."

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