Free Diary of a Wanted Woman by Donnee Patrese Page A

and walked over. I dropped to my knees in front of him. As I sucked on his shaft he began to talk.
    “There is only one real main rule that I have for you,” he said stroking my hair.
    “You always do what you are told. No questions asked. If you do not obey you will be punished.”
    I continued to service him struggling to get his big dick in my mouth. He moaned running his fingers through my hair.
    He wanted me to be completely under his control.
    I didn’t think it was possible but he became harder and bigger in my mouth. He wasn’t as forceful with me this time as he was the last time I was on my knees for him. I was afraid it was because he had something much more sinister in mind for today.
    He was moaning loudly and telling me not to stop. I stroked him with my hand and sucked on the head of his penis letting my tongue roll into the slit.
    I felt honored that I could turn this man on so much just by offering up my submission to him. It fueled the fire for me as well as making me want to taste his cum more and more.
    I wondered if I should suck his balls too. No , I decided, not until I was told to do so. That thought alone almost sent me over the edge.
    I could feel my own orgasm building and he wasn’t even touching me. I wanted to touch myself but assumed I had to wait. It was all about him right now.
    “Stroke just like that,” he instructed guiding my head up and down.
    Suddenly he erupted in my mouth and I struggled to swallow all he had to give. I could feel some dribble down my chin.
    “Oh shit! That was good!” he exclaimed.
    I continued to suck on him noticing that he was still hard. I stopped and looked up at him waiting on my next order. I moved back as he stood walking over to the other side of the room. I watched as he dragged a large item over to the bed.
    “What’s that?” I asked.
    He looked over his shoulder.
    “Come over here and see.”
    I stood and walked over. It appeared to be a big box or trunk. It was large and black with large silver locks.
    “What’s that?”
    He looked up and smiled.
    “It’s my trunk of goodies.”
    He popped the lock and pulled out some items. He stood and carried them over to the bed dropping them in a pile. He looked at me.
    I was trying to see what the items were. There were some small black leather clips, a paddle, a very large dildo, handcuffs, and a silk scarf.
    I realized then that I had no idea what I was in for. He grabbed the handcuffs from the bed and looked at me dangling them.
    “What are you going to do with those?”
    “You ask too many questions,” he complained grabbing me and shoving me into one of the bedposts.
    “Stay like that, but wrap your arms around it.”
    I wrapped my arms around the post. I felt a little embarrassed in this position. It got worse when he grabbed my wrist and slapped the handcuffs to one wrist and connected it with the other.
    I was shackled to the bedpost and there was nothing for me to do but lay my face against the cool wood.
    I was starting to get a little nervous and I heard him fumbling around for something on the bed. I felt so vulnerable and insecure in this position.
    “What are you going to do to me?”
    I didn’t like not knowing what was coming next.
    “I’m going to do filthy and painful things to your body,” he informed me.
    He reached on the bed and grabbed the paddle. It was very hard and thick. I knew how hard he would hit me with his hands. I wondered how hard he would hit me with the paddle. I didn’t have to wonder for long.
    “Poke your ass out.”
    I did my best despite the position I was in to poke my ass out to his satisfaction. He lifted the paddle and I knew the paddling was about to begin. The pain surged deliciously into my body.
    I squealed and he laughed.
    “Come on, you can take it.”
    He swung the paddle again and this time I didn’t think I was going to be able to take it. It hurt so bad I felt tears forming in my eyes.
    The paddling continued for what seemed like