She didn't want me to be permanently submissive nor did she want to be a full time whore, but she didn't want to be Mrs Mid-West Housewife again eithe....And it wasn't just exhibitionism or submission - she also felt a sense of power feeling the man inside her approach climax, knowing she was responsible for that, and then, after he came, his reduction to a c***d in her arms, if only for a few minutes.For my part, in the months since our return I had analyzed my emotions and reactions a lot. I. " I've had enough daddy, please stop. I'll be good." Tracy pants out the words, pleading with every word. I don't answer, walking around behind her instead."Daddy, please....I've had enough."I punch Tracy in the left kidney. Tracy goes limp with pain, unable to usre her feet to distribute her weight. I punch her ass cheek next."Ahhhhh! Stop! Stop! I've had enough."I punch her ass again, harder, making Tracy bounce in pain. With the other hand I open hand slap her left ass cheek, snapping her. Jab chut k kareeb jata to apne angutho se chut ki dono faanko ko apas me ghis deta, wo seetkar bharti aur mai fir niche aa jata. 5-7 baar esa karne k baad mujhe uski chut me chiknahat mehsus hone lagi aur maine niche jana kam karte hue har 2 second me uski chut masalna shuru kar di.Ab wo bhi mast hone lagi to maine jhat se uski salwar aur chaddi ek sath niche karte hue apna muh uski chut pe rakh dia aur chut chaatne laga, usne kuch ghabra k uthne ki koshish to ki par maine uski kamar pakad k. ..taking that which you have claimed as yours...yourconquest...your property.I feel a whimper rise to my lips, but I hold it back. What if you don'tstop? What if you do? Which bears the greater threat?And then I hear your voice in my ear...whispering...telling me of thechanges you've contracted with "special" craftsmen...artisans known only topowerful men in certain, private circles. I am to be allowed a glimpse, butonly that...a brief titillation...an image to carry me through... what?My.