Why was I so weak as to doubt him? The bedroom is his domain, he knows my every thought here, my yearnings, my fears that I will disappoint him.I he...r the click of a digital camera, good I want to see the marks he has left, the stinging little welts that will be gone in an hour, the proof of my humiliation, my inner need to be chastised – “Punish me”All goes quiet again and I hear him light another cigarette, he is teasing me again – no he has just pulled on the thong and pulled the nipple. The script was that I’ll be the doctor and she as a patient with pain in her private parts. At 9, we were ready to have sex. The below story will be in a conversation.Sheila – Hi Doctor!Doctor(Me) – Hi, Sheila. Right?!Sheila – Yes Doctor. How are you doing today?Me – I’m doing well Sexy! How are you?Sheila – What do you say?,????Me – I meant Sheila. My tongue slipped.Sheila – Oh Okay. I’m fine Doctor. Did you see my email I sent to you about my pain and I’d also taken an appointment with your. Such a happy coincidence!" I said playfully as I unsnapped his jeans.I slid down to the floor, tugging his pants down as I went. He was quick to raise his hip and in a trice, I was between his legs staring his hard, naked cock right in the eye.It bobbed, the slit already glistening. I caught a whiff of male and salivated. "Yum," I whispered. I gazed up into his eyes with an innocent pout that slowly transformed into a hungry lear. My hands at my sides, I leaned forward, slowly opening my mouth. Ben pulled on my hair and made my body contort. Hissing, I struggled as he slammed me into the laundry machine. I was bent over with my swollen, bare, wet pussy exposed for his taking. “Motherfucker!” I shouted, trying to get up before being slammed back onto the laundry machine again. A large hand rested on my back, pressing my breasts against the smooth, cold surface. For a brief moment, my slit was opened as he held and pointed his cock at my entrance. My breath hitched as I waited for that.