”“And I don’t do it for you anymore. What if I tell you that I will find the guy you are fucking and tell you that I will beat him until he is w...rthless. I’ll put him in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.”“You hate me that much? You would rather see me with you and unhappy than with a man who makes me feel alive again?”“I’ll make you a deal, Deb. I’ll let you go and not mess up the piece of shit you’re leaving me for on one condition.”“What is that?”“Find your replacement.”“What?”“You found. Having said that it is not really about BDSM or pain or tying up or spanking or blindfolds or butt plugs or gags. It is more about a man taking control of a woman through his personality and of her welcoming that control and direction. I am not sure that there is a Literotica category that is really suitable. Yes, of course Mind Control is a consideration, but then so is BDSM and Chain Stories. I guess I will switch around as I publish each part. At the heart of the story is Guy Bresterton, a. We went into the lounge trying to escape the problem and watched some TV. At bedtime I then confessed that Cuckman had given me the films in full on a thumb drive. My wife was horrified and begged me not to watch them. I suggested that I and she needed to watch them to see what they were like to gauge any repercussions if her friends and family saw them. We agreed to watch them together so I plugged my laptop into the TV and put in the thumb drive. What I wasn’t expecting was there to be sound,. It was like he hadnt wanked in weeks, he was so quickly getting closer and closer.I could just about see his hand and arm covered in sleeve tattoos, barely an ounce of skin visable.As my eyes filled with water, trying to contain the feeling of what was happening to me, it was obvious this was a response that suited him.Less than 5 minutes after starting to fuck me, I could feel him pulsate inside me as his grunting turned to name calling and groans as he pushed as deep as he could and fired as.