Chapter Thirty-Eight
“So your first visit to the swim club... flogged, f****d and made to suck. Have a sense of fulfillment?”
Miss Ayami’s words suggest sarcasm, but her tone does not... instead plainly uttered as a statement of fact.
She speaks as, having finally returned to the locker room, I kneel in wait, leash tied to a wall hook, wrists remaining secured, and she peels off the tight now wet latex thong and bodice.
Her beauty distracts, her nakedness, though briefly presented, appearing as a sculpted masterpiece... such feminine form yet so athletic. Having taken me, vanquishing the remnants of male pride, there is an aura of omnipotence.
“Nothing to say. Well... yes I suppose it’s a little traumatic... sucking a man’s cock... a real man.”
I did suck... and yes it was traumatic
