Sir, why did I look into that jerk job again?

He said he was looking to get an assistant job. I would have my ass shaving. Very smooth and smooth for him.

I made one last swipe of the razor, and laid back and let water flow over my back to wash off the shower cream from my cheeks and butts.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped an apron around my hair. I ran my hands across the mirror that was foggy clearing it. I viewed my face through the shape of my hand's shape. My normal fair skin tone was pink.

I was standing like I did. Looking at myself. I was not what you'd consider to be typical pretty. My forehead was too long.

I did have gorgeous eyes of green, and the closest circle of brown to my pupil.

The red slowly faded. It was my first thought to ask if the man could see my face changing in this manner. When he had hit me, I wondered if he noticed. me.

Did he observe his red colour fade? Watch his marks disappear, like they weren't there at all?

I put my hand on my cheek, and smiled to myself. I was happy with it. I loved it when his hand slid through my skin. His face was to play with how he wanted.

Like he owned my skin, he owned my tummy and also my female. He was my owner.

I dressed up in the lingerie that he had instructed that I wear. A pink, lacy ensemble. Pink isn't my colour of choice but wearing it to him made me feel happy.

I dried my long, dark hair. Straight and sat on my chest. He enjoyed it for a long time. A lot of hair to pull and grab.

Job research

I've never offered anyone an ass-job before. I had to look for the word "assist" in Urban Dictionary when he told me he was looking for one.

As I understood it I thought it was an op and it was done with my cheeks.

I had practised with my suction cup-attached dildo. I shivered as I thought about the way I'd appeared at the dildo that was stuck to an armchair and my stiff muscles trying to get it to move.

I added my casual dark dress with a black stripe over my bra, and I sent him a text message to let him know that I was all set.

"GDW-3865" his response was simply stated.

An Uber licence plate number. He would always insist on sending me an Uber.

I got into the car, and we drove along some of the street life in Brooklyn. The Manhattan skyline came into view. The towers lit as diamonds in the night.

We crossed the Brooklyn bridge, then crossed over into Lower Manhattan and into the Financial District.

He was a resident of a 19 the floor apartment with five bedrooms close to Battery Park. Sometimes , he would push me in front of his window that overlooked the Hudson.

The Uber came to a stop outside his house. Nigel the doorman was smiling at me and opened the door to me. What's the rule that says you can't purchase smiles? I was thinking to myself.

I rode the elevator up to his floor , and approached his door. My heart was racing. I had no idea who he would be in the next few hours.

Did he want to be the gentle, loving Dom? Did he want to be the hard, tough Dom?

The sadist would like to play

The moment the door was opened, I knew. I noticed the look of awe at his face.

This was the hard-hitting Dom. The sadist was eager to come in and have a blast.

A rush of joy swept through my body when I looked into his eyes. I was equally excited and scared. He shut the doors behind me, and took my bag.

It was a sunny spring evening, and I wasn't dressed in a coat. He grabbed me by my hair and told me "Oh I'm looking to do you harm tonight. You'll regret having come here."

My body was filled with fear. The kind that is good. I knew that I was safe however, I was afraid. This was the type of anxiety that made my pussy feet wet.

He took me to the living room of his home and settled down on his large grey sofa.

He took off his pants as his cock had already become painful. I wanted to rub it that I wanted to, however I was wiser than to do so without permission.

"Take off that dress. We're not going to do that job later tonight. I feel like using your mouth instead."

He had a dark voice.

I was unsure why I spent so long studying and practising for my ass job. However, I just declared "Yes Sir."

I decided to sit on the ground facing him. He was sitting on the floor. cock was eight inches and was thick. I put it in my hands and spit it out. Then I put my head to it.

I put it in the back of my throat, exactly like I was sure he would like it. He groaned. "Good girl."

The chills ran through my body as I heard him speak these words.

Wooden spoon

He decided he was fed up and got up off the couch and sat beside me.

He sat down on the couch and started kissing my throat. He secured my head by my hair, and then swung his hips at my face.

The tears were streaming across my face. My mind was trying to convince myself that I should breathe, and to remind myself that I was not going to die. I was giggling, and my saliva slid through my mouth and into my chest.

He stopped and lifted me up from the ground. The man grabbed my hair by my hair before pulling me along to the dining room.

He leaned me against the counter in his kitchen.

I watched him walk off to discover the large wooden spoon. He took my hair and pulled my head in a backward direction.

"This might be a little stinging," he growled into my ear.

He threw the spoon at my thigh. I was screaming. The tears continued to pour through my eyes. He was not lying when he told me he was going to hurt me this evening.

The spoon smashed into my stomach repeatedly. It was harder each time. My body was pushed towards the counter in my kitchen with every attack.

I was thinking about what bruises could get following. I smiled to myself.

The next one hit me and I screamed a second time. He stopped suddenly and I turned around. His cock was solid. He put me on my knees to the floor.

He put his cock in my throat once more. In and out several times before he went in my throat and sucked it up with rapid motions.

He pulled the cock out and put it into his palm.

He was adamant about his face and piqued it. My tears were mixed with saliva together with his urine. The pissing on me to show me I was his property. In marking his territory.

When he was finished after he finished, he lifted me from the ground and brought me into the bathroom. He sat me in the shower and turned on the shower head. I was still crying.

The water removed the tears, the urine as well as the saliva. He came in right close to me and hugged me tightly. "You performed well tonight. I'm happy for you. I love you."