I placed her standing in the centre of the room, while I inspected my catch. She was scared, shaking with the fear of me, which was good; I wanted her...to be afraid. She had a small handbag that I placed out of the way. I sat on a chair while I took off my overalls, leaving myself in a tee shirt and my boots. Now I switched on the video camera.I stood before her and told her what was expected of her. I was going to strip her, fuck her and then send her home. This was important, she had to know. He held my hands firmly above me and repeatedly crushed my body against the wall with the force of his own. Kyle was not usually that forceful and I found it refreshingly stimulating. Then I felt his hand slowly creep up under my short skirt and between my legs. He began massaging my needy pussy over top of my prim white panties. Kyle was eager and ready; like a wild man he threw me on the bed and positioned himself on top of me. I pulled up the robe of his costume and ran my fingers over. ..new pink panties! Quicklyputting them back, hoping nobody else had seen. "I can't wear those." Why? You've been wearing panties and more all weekend."The following day, at lunch time we went for a walk by the canal.Down a passageway, between the old warehouses, she said, "Show me."I unzipped my fly, her hand reached in. I was instantly hard, as shestarted rubbing. She undid the buttons at the waist to expose thepanties. I tried to get my hand under her skirt, but was batted away.She started. And by the time, that night, he’d made me describe my masturbation habits and spanked me to tears for being such a slut, our dynamic was pretty well established. Of course, the paradox in all this was, the more Aaron controlled me and humiliated me, the hornier I felt; the more I craved his dominance. So now, nearing the end of a three-day weekend together, I was wound up to a fever pitch. We had made dinner plans earlier in the day but Aaron and I were naked in his luxurious king-sized bed.