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The Darker Side of Life (LadyYunaFFX2 & littlerooster's 1x1)

Ethan sits and watches as Shania slowly undresses, a strip tease without music or dancing, it seems more erotic, she seems more exposed by not having those things to hide behind, he often thought it would be far more revealing to model for an art class than it would be to strip, primarily because of the lack of activity to hide behind in the art class, just having to sit or lie there on display.

This is exactly what Shania was now, as she continued to undress getting more and more naked, he started to grind in his chair, getting more excite finally she was naked, she span in slow circles, sensually to show him her body, she was a product wanting to be purchased, her body was her advertisement.

Finally she assumed the degrading position, bent over forward, her hands separating her arse cheeks, her pussy on display as well as a result, and she did the right thing to, she remained in that position.

He got up and walked over to her, as he stood beside her he ran his hand over her thigh and across her arse cheeks, he walked in front and saw her tits dangle, stroking her hair as he passed, he decided that she was suitable psychically as well as mentally and emotionally.

"Get on your knees Shania, time for me to claim you" he said to her.
 

The view plus strands of hair in front of her face made it slightly difficult for Shania to take note of much that was actually happening. But the sounds of his steps circling her said more than enough. He was studying her, examining her. Yet the fashion - around her over and over - was like a predator keeping it's prey trapped. It made her heart race more and the slightest traces of juices trail down her thighs. When his hand moved there, he'd feel them and the ones that had remained on her body due to skipping the shower as he'd requested.

A low whimper left from the simple but incredibly sensual and powerful touch. Goddamn that had felt incredible. Gods help her, she wanted more. But that would come in time, she assumed. First and foremost, he finally let those magic words leave his lips.

"Get on your knees Shania, time for me to claim you."

The order was obeyed with no hesitation this time. She let go of her ass cheeks and sank to her knees. Her hands raised to move raven strands away, revealing a very flushed face. And yet among it was no doubt an out of place but still proud and content smile on his face, as if the words he just said were the best possible compliment she could have heard.

Her hand reached back and took a handful of hair, keeping it lifted up so he could place the collar on without catching too many strands.
 
He could see and feel the juice running from her drenched cunt, Shania was in heat, this was as much her fantasy as it was his after all, it made perfect sense and he liked that she was this excited about her degradation.

He could smell her as well, her scent, her real scent, both her pussy and from her armpits, her pheromones, she was a very good girl.

Still he circled, he liked this feeling, he was a wolf and she a fawn, and he would when ready claim his pray.

Soon he did, she dropped to her knees as he instructed, he looked down at her, those beautiful eyes, the expression of helplessness and surrender in them.

"You are so lovely and such a good girl Shania" he said to her kindly.

Then he took the collar and placed it around her neck, "And this now means you belong to me" he said doing it up so it fit comfortably yet securely on her.

"I think you need to thank me for acquiring you now" he said as he moved closer to her mouth with his crotch.
 

A few light pants snuck past her lips in between the pause that lingered. Even though the collar had just been placed upon Shania, it felt almost natural somehow. Why? She really must have wanted this so badly, more than she would have wanted to ever admit to herself. She had wondered about this before but now, her reactions all but confirmed it. Waiting first for him to finish placing the choker around her neck, she let her hair fall back in place. Some of the strands near the back and nape of her neck hid it from immediate view. But it was impossible to not note from the front. Sides? Maybe hard to see just because of the places her hair did conceal. But when one was right in front of Shania?

Nope, there was no chance of being able to keep the new symbolic item hidden. Her cheeks flushed as she took the opportunity to study it. Her mouth had opened, ready to thank Ethan even before the order had been issued. Once it had, however, she saw the subtle and silent command he was specifically asking for.

And it made her heart race once again. She had hinted to him this - let alone any sexual or intimate act - was something she'd never actually done. That was true but she had read some other erotic novels and fantasy stories. So while she'd never done the acts in actuality, she did have ideas on how to supposedly do this. But if worst came to worst, Shania did recall his promise to teach her with this and any other task she would need to perform upon him.

"Thank you ... " She whispered, beginning to undo his pants and any boxers or briefs that were underneath. Her eyes subconsciously stared at his member for a bit, taking the sight in. Many books had suggested to think of a blowjob as if licking a popsicle. But she saw a slight more different image off the top of her head. Slightly odd .. but it seemed like it may work.

Leaning forward, she purposely took only the head in her mouth and began lightly suckling upon it. Her hands moved and gently wrapped around the rest of the shaft as she moved them up and down, much akin to an infant nursing almost. She remained silent the entire time, feeling or listening for his reactions to the physical contact.
 
Ethan had never been so dominant, he had never felt the surge of power over a female until now, Shania kneeling, allowing herself to be owned, he knew she was rather inexperienced but right now he needed release, a blow job seemed the obvious way to seal the deal, much like a kiss seals the vows of a marriage.

She thanked him for taking ownership of her. It was a humiliating thing to have her do, it just made him harder though.

He watched in silence as she undid his belt and took his cock from his trousers, he could see she was wondering how to do this, Ethan didn't really think it could be done the wrong way, all she had to do was suck on it.

Then he felt her lips and tongue on his tip, she started to suck it, moving his shaft with her hands. She sucked it silently and he soon was to grab her head and show her how to take more in, pushing himself deeper in her mouth, fucking her mouth, not as hard as he could, a lesson in gagging would come later, but just a gentle back and forth action.
 

Even while Shania began to lightly suck and massage, her head went back to all the things she'd read on blowjobs. The easiest way to mess up, it had seemed, was to bite. But she wasn't that stupid or foolish. Even if this had been a less-than-consensual scenario, she didn't know if she would have had it in her to dare do such a thing. It would have been justified, yes. But that didn't mean Shania would have necessarily had it in her to make her mouth close if push ever came to shove. Still, she pushed those aside, knowing that was the last thing which was happening to her then and there.

No, it was the very opposite. She'd wanted this, begged for it even. It was like the old saying went; ask and you shall receive. Now it was being so very accurate to Shania.

Her body subconsciously tensed, not used to anyone actually touching her. But she relaxed, especially as it registered into her mind that Ethan was just guiding and leading her. It may be a slightly unorthodox - to society at any rate - relationship but it still was one. And they had both agreed that because of that, a certain degree of trust would be needed. He'd sworn not to go overboard with punishment and even then, it'd be on an as-needed basis. Now couldn't be one, not when she was making an attempt to learn.

Those thoughts and knowledge made her movements smoother, her tongue and mouth gliding along as she began taking more and more of his cock into her mouth. Small but still very audible moans began to pass her lips as she let Ethan continue to direct her for a few more moments before she finally made the up and down motion on her own. Her hands hesitated and for a bit, she wondered whether to let them remain where they were or move aside.

Finally, the young maiden decided that if nothing else, Ethan could give her a cue for that as well. Until then, her head continued moving as far down as it could, pulling up to the head and back down again. The more she repeated the pattern, the easier it was becoming to perform.

... And you were afraid of this? Tch ..

It seemed so pathetic in her mind. Why? This felt ... really good actually. When her senses better kicked in, she noted it was helping make her even more drenched actually. The revelation made a shiver trail down her spine as she continued gently licking and sucking.
 
She was doing quite well he thought as he guided her head back and forward, no teeth was always a good thing, he hated that feeling of teeth scraping on his sensitive cock. He wasn't circumcised so it made his head even more sensitive.

He looked down at her, his cock inside that sweet mouth of hers, she was sucking cock for the first time, he liked that it was consensual, that made it hotter for him, that she was aware and conscious of her submission, it would be all too easy to force her to do something, boring even. And really force wasn't him anyway, he was a nice guy, even if anyone watching this act would think otherwise.

"You are doing well my whore, keep sucking like a good little whore, well done." he encouraged her, enjoying the freedom to insult her, to denigrate her.

He pulled his cock out and spat on her face without warning, it seemed the thing to do, he watched as his spit splattered on her face, he then put his cock back in her mouth and fucked it some more.

"That was fun, I enjoyed spitting on you, how did it make you feel?" he asked as he fucked her mouth one more time and then pulled out so she could answer him.
 

The longer Shania continued to suck Ethan off, the faster her juices were trailing down her thighs. Whimpers began to mix in with her moans. Her hands wanted to move off and actually touch herself, not caring that for once she wouldn't be masturbating alone! Sensations of desire began to emerge and strengthen with each passing minute. Her pace had subconsciously increased as she began to move even faster, but not so much to make herself choke or gag. Shania had been so into the act that she didn't hear or feel the next movements from Ethan until it occurred.

He pulled back and ... spat on her? She stayed quiet, unsure how to react to this. Her tongue lightly flicked over the head as she tried to think on an answer to his question. It really did seem eerie how at times he appeared to be able to read her mind.

"A bit .. strange. But not horrible." She finally replied, another whimper leaving as a tingling sensation shot in between her legs. "I .. ngh ... I'm soaked." She confessed, a few more pants leaving in between words. " ... I ... want more .... " She admitted, knowing it was selfish but more than that, so very lewd. But worse than either of those was the confession was so very true.

And if Ethan had any doubts, the sight of her nipples hardening and scent of her arousal becoming more fragrant would likely get rid of any suspicions he would likely - and fairly - have had going through his head.
 
He smiled as he looked down on the naked Apache with his spit on her forehead and cheeks. She had not expected that to happen it was clear, he liked that she didn't freak out about it though, she took it well, it would be a very confronting thing to happen for sure.

Removing his cock from her mouth so she could answer he listened to her response to his question about she felt about being spat upon, it was strange but not horrible she informed him, she advised him how wet she was and that she wanted more, but more of what exactly? His spit?

"I bet you are wet, let me have a feel" he said as he knelt down and ran his hand across her pussy and slipped a finger inside her, she was very wet indeed. He ran his wet finger under her nose, wiping it on her upper lip so she would be forced to smell her excitement.

"Smell your cunt Shania, smell yourself" he said to her as he wiped his finger.

With a second dipping of his finger he smeared her juice on his cock so she would taste herself also soon.

"Now my Apache slut, what did you want more of exactly? Tell me, beg for what you want more of" he told her as he flicked her hard nipples with his finger indicating that she could hide nothing from him.
 

She hadn't thought on it until her mind had repeated her own words a few times over but 'more' had been an incredibly vague term. Thankfully, he didn't seem infuriated at her choice of wording. At least .. she was pretty certain of that. By the time he dipped a finger inside of her, Shania knew he wasn't. Her eyes widened and a groan left her lips. For the brief moments he kept his digit inside, her muscles instinctively clamped around him, not wanting Ethan's finger to move away.

Her mind seemed to be working much faster than usual because by the time she was asked about what Shania desired, the young woman actually knew. The hell with how sleazy it made sound, she was tired of lying to herself. Another whine left as her nipples got flicked, helping them harden even more as her pants became heavier.

"More .. pleasure, be it giving or getting it. This ... this is so good, everything from feeling your member in my mouth, feeling it harden to your finger inside me." Her cheeks darkened slightly though not nearly as much as usual. Slowly - but still all the same - she was better accepting her wants and desires. "Any and every possible sensation of bliss ... I want more, to feel and experience them all." She finally answered, knowing that was a far better reply.

Yes, some would come with brief moments of agony, like when she would finally lose her innocence. But the pleasure - supposedly - over rode all the pain. Once it was gone, all that would begin to remain was nothing short of sexual satisfaction.
 
Ethan was ok with her vagueness, but she would have to learn to be more specific and he knew it was his job to teach her. "You will have to learn to be more specific about what you want and when you do want something you are to beg for it humbly. Even if you desire to do something for me" he explained to her.

Ethan heard the sound she made as he flicked her nipples and looking around the room he saw a marker pen and walked over to get it, walking back in front of her he wrote a word on her forehead. He knew that she would not know what he wrote until he told her or let her see herself in the mirror.

Then she explained what she wanted more of, she was horny for all of this. "You will experience lots more, you are mine remember, now suck some more, maybe we will start teaching you to gag" he explained to her.

He spat on her again just for the fun of it and stood waiting for her to take him in her mouth once more.
 

"Y-yes Ethan. Sorry." She replied quickly, watching him grab a Sharpee. Her mind tried to follow his movements to figure what had been written on her forehead. But it'd been too fast and honestly, something hinted to Shania it wouldn't have been a smart move anyways. So she remained stationary during the process, her arms going over her chest to keep her warm. It was always a comfortable temperature in the efficiency but Shania had never been nude - and out in the open - for this long before. Another thing added itself onto the list. There had been a few times she'd slept nude from pure exhaustion but even then, she'd had covers to keep her warm.

Now .. there was nothing. And it was slightly unnerving and intimidating even.

No sooner than the order to resume sucking was heard did Shania comply. Her mouth opened as she began bobbing her head up and down again. The pace wasn't as fast as it could have been but she definitely had a lot more confidence now that Ethan had given her some silent tips and pointers. Her tongue gently trailed, seeking out veins and areas that'd make him elicit an erotic sound of any kind while her mouth continued steadily taking more and more of his member into her mouth.

Her own whimpers and whines left as she felt her thighs becoming drenched, her fragrance increasing and becoming steadily easier to detect. Her hands shook slightly as she fought the urge to touch herself, trying to concentrate on the task Ethan had given her instead of her own desires.
 
She apologized which was good and he knew she was wondering what he wrote on her forehead, he wrote it backwards so that when he would stand her in front of a mirror she would be able to read the branding as it were on her flesh.

He liked how still she was while he was writing it, truly submissive, it made him a little sick in some ways that she was so without self respect but it turned him on as well, he was getting over the guilt he felt at times about this arrangement.

She was getting cold and covering her naked breasts, this would not do, not do at all.

"Shania is to remain revealed at all times whilst indoors, she is not to wear clothes or cover herself" he said to her sternly, "If Shania is cold she will beg for the heat to be turned on" he explained.

She was sucking him off though, she had started, it was good, her mouth bobbing along his shaft, his uncircumcised cock growing harder and harder as she did this most personal of acts on a stranger, her first time no less, he took a fist full of her hair and started to work her back and forth, he was drunk on power now, on the idea of this Apache being his.

Then he did it, without warning, he took her head and rammed his cock in deep, very deep and held it there, he wanted her to gag, he wanted her to suffer for his amusement.
 

Shania didn't view it as lack of self-respect. But would there really have been a point to asking now? Not really. She'd find out one way or another. And trying to inquire now would be far more likely resulting in her getting in actual trouble. So she'd held her tongue as it were. No, to the Apache it was ... the smart way of going about this situation. Right?

The new and very strict tone made her forget instantly of that, hearing that she had something more vital to be concerned of. Another whimper had left and for a bit she'd hesitated. Her hands slowly left and she had been ready to speak up when her mouth had come up towards the head of Ethan's cock. But in between her thoughts and mind racing, she hadn't noticed the grip upon her hair. And by the time she did, Shania felt herself down, taking far more than she had thus far into her mouth.

Oh shit! Damnit, what do I do?!

Instincts kicked in far faster than logic as she tried to pull herself far enough away to keep from choking or gagging too much. But she'd still go through with the oral command. Still, the act had nearly caused her to have a brief panic attack. Thankfully, however, she had been able to remind herself of one thing.

Breathe ... calm yourself ...

The latter was becoming an easier said than done task but to help try to adjust with being forced so far down on Ethan's shaft, Shania began taking quick breaths through her nose.
 
Ethan saw that Shania was trying to fight against the gagging, he felt this was rather amusing, she would not win, by choice of her submissive position alone she could not win, it just didn't work that way.

She was trying to stay calm and breathe through her nose, he had expected something like that and luckily having seen a number of films involving this act on porn sites he knew exactly what to do, he pushed his cock in further and with his free hand he pinched her nose shut tight.

Looking down at her he wondered what her next plan of attack would be....
 

Shania hadn't forgotten of her submissive vows. But steadily this was feeling ... like she was in a far darker scenario than a mere Master/servant one. Her mind went back to one of the first things Ethan had typed to her and that she had insisted the answer was no to.

'"Will you run from me when it becomes too real, when it challenges your inner soul ... "

Suddenly she began to have doubts to even that answer. And it only strengthened as he pinched her nose. For a bit, her hands stayed still while her mind screamed at her.

Idiot, don't! He's going to kill you!

But he promised not to ....

Actions! They speak louder than words! Are you really willing to take that chance?!

And unfortunately, her train of thought did make some sense. Besides if the pressure keeping oxygen from her was kept too long ... it was true. She would. And with her instincts at one of their strongest points in her life, Shania's mind was officially faster than her heart at that moment.

She did know a few other basic self-defense techniques besides kicking or inflicting pain to the crotch. She still wouldn't sink to that point even though it had gone to a no doubt justified point. Her hands shot up towards the hand keeping her nose pinched and pressed hard in between Ethan's thumb and forefinger. It wouldn't get rid of the grip on her hair, not unless he willingly let go, but that was fine with the Apache. She just needed to ensure she'd be allowed to breath .. even if only through her nose.
 
He knew he was pushing her limits, pushing the idea of this romantic ideal she had about being a slave, did she really think it was going to be some kind of Disney cartoon where she would be a slave but only in a way that suited her? No, she had to learn that if she was going to do this that he had a very dark soul and some dark ideas that went along with it.

This is why he wanted the trial period, although he knew he may not be this harsh and cruel all the time, he wanted her to see the worst, so she could make an honest judgement on whether this was for her or not.

No, he wasn't going to kill her, not even close, but to her it might seem that way, he just wanted her to gasp, to choke, to cough, to suffer for him.

Besides all she had to do was open her mouth a little more to allow air in.

He felt her hand grip his hand, the one that pinched her nose, she was scared but hanging in there, "I won't let you die baby, I am not trying to kill you, here, let me back my cock out of your mouth, take a breath, then we will start the gagging again, I feel like making you suffer, I want to be amused with your suffering, are you up to it my sweet Apache slave?" he said to her in a tone that was sweet and caring and so at odds with the words he was using and what he hoped to do to her.
 

The silence had seemed to linger forever between herself and Ethan. Finally though, he spoke up and gave her a better idea on what to expect. Her heart had been frantically racing and seemed to quicken upon hearing his words. Was he a sadist? To some extent, he had to be if this was what he wanted. But just as she'd kept her promises to him, Ethan had done the same back. So Shania would hold him to his word that he wouldn't let her die.

Her hands trembled as they lowered back to her sides. A muffled "Mhm" left as she took a deep breath like he'd suggested. Now that he'd given her a better train of thought on what to feel and realize and even how to try to prepare it, Shania felt more confident she'd be ready this time. The words were definitely confusing, especially when paired up with what he was admitting to do and see from her. It made her ponder if this was normal in such relationships or not. It likely depended. But then she thought back on her own words and realized something even she'd told Ethan.

Light and dark existed and she had confessed to wanting to see the latter. This was, admittedly, one of the easiest ways to do that. It helped her further calm down as she realized how hypocritical she'd nearly been for a few brief moments. Her hands went behind her back as she held them there. Closing her hazel eyes, Shania continued taking steady breaths.

Even when she gave Ethan another affirmative nod, her eyes still stayed closed for the time being. She was ready and far more calm. She could - and would, damnit - complete this task somehow.
 
Ethan liked being able to mix sweet and sour, even in his submissive fantasies he enjoyed the idea of a dominant woman who spoke cruel things to him in the most sweetest of ways. So now in Dominant mode he didn't see any reason why he couldn't feel affection for and love this woman and yet still be cruel to her, to enjoy her suffering, isn't that what she secretly wanted it anyway? To suffer for the erotic amusement of a man? Perhaps they would talk about this during the debriefing when he could supply her with after care and learn about how this experience made her feel.

He waited while she took a breath and and composed herself, she was new not just at this BDSM caper but at sex in general, it was overwhelming for her, he understood that but he was horny and couldn't wait to slowly immerse her into things, he had to jump straight in an besides she was his anyway.

She gave him a nod and put her hands back behind her back, he didn't want to restrain her, that would be no fun at all, she would have to learn to trust him and to let go of her inhibitions and fears.

"Good girl" he said as he spat in her open and waiting mouth and then put his cock back in and started to fuck her face hard and fast, letting go of her nose as he placed both hands on her head as if it was her hips and fucked her mouth relentlessly wanting and hoping she would gag in the most spectacular of ways.
 

It was somewhat true that Shania had wanted to experience everything. But, stupid as she'd been, the young Apache had never viewed any of it as acts which needed her to suffer. Well, not like this. But she thought of it as the silence surrounded them once again ... and realized that was foolish. Hadn't she admitted to Ethan even that pain was almost completely inevitable, be it in a sexual manner or otherwise? She internally scolded herself, almost instantly annoyed at her reaction. And even still, part of her had insisted it had somehow been correct.

Something about fear being a very natural aphrodisiac? Maybe.

Thankfully he allowed her to breath through her nose this time; a blessing definitely. But the rough and fast pace picked up once again as his hands found the back of her head. And indeed, she did react to his mental list in basically the exact same order he'd thought of.

Soon Shania felt herself gasping, cough, choking, and barely avoiding puking from her gag reflexes being so harshly tested. The last had to be from nothing but sheer willpower. Tears struggled as they tried to form but the young woman kept them held away. Even if it was a natural reaction, she didn't want to. No. She wanted to get through this and that meant having to be somewhat strong, not pathetically weak.

Her grip on her wrists tightened every time she felt the desire to move them back in front of her and try to stop Ethan. Her body shuddered with each rough test and thrust into her mouth. At this point, there was only one thing that kept her relatively sane and calm.

This won't go on forever. Besides you want to prove yourself, right? This will be worth it ...

Or at least she continued to try to convince herself of that. Her body began to shake harder as it dawned on her. Even now in no doubt one of the most lewd acts being introduced to her, she'd begun to get drenched yet again. Her eyes closed and now more than wanting this to end, she wanted to hide. Poor Shania felt as loose as a slut by now.

But maybe it'd been as Ethan suggested once? Maybe she'd always been one but just never shown this side of herself? The thought made her lightly whimper as more juices began to trail down her thighs.
 
Ethan had asked Shania of her limits, it was very soon after they had first started chatting, she didn't list many things and what she did list was pretty average in terms of boundaries. He knew that she would regret not thinking more deeply about the subject, he hoped that now she would question herself and what she was actually prepared to go through with rather than think that all of this was going to be some kind of beautiful romance where she wore a choker but little else kink wise.

Ethan was high on power right now, he loved looking down on this woman who was on her knees with his cock in her mouth who was suffering because she was too naive to really understand that she could leave or tell him that this was a limit after all.

He kept thrusting into her face as though it were her pussy, he could feel that she was struggling with holding back phlegm and spit and other oral fluids, he had seen this type of thing many times before on porn videos, the girls would bring up all manner of crap from their mouths, their eyes like Shania's were watering and if they wore mascara they would look like Alice Cooper.

Then he shoved his cock in real deep and held her nose again, he kept pushing deep into her mouth and then he let go, he wanted to see what would happen, what she would spit up and how much she would cough. He backed right off and sat on the edge of the couch and just watched to see her reaction to his volatile throat fucking.
 

Each thrust continued to push Shania's limits, especially her mental and psychological ones. Not all but some of the tears escaped anyways despite trying to desperately keep them hidden. Thankfully, the young Apache didn't wear makeup; not without a damn good reason like for a wedding or something. And even then, she never went overboard so the mascara part wasn't an issue for her. Her body tensed as his finger found her nose again.

No, no! Don't panic!

And yet a twinge still overtook poor Shania. She at least kept herself from bringing her wrists out in front of her and trying to make Ethan stop. But somewhere in between rough pushes, it must have helped her tears fall just a bit faster. And as quickly as it'd begun, it all ended. Her nose was let go and she opened her eyes as the sounds of footsteps moving away from her finally caught her ears.

Her body still seemed adamant on it's reactions to some degree. She didn't necessarily spit up anything. But quite a bit of saliva did fall down her lips, some mingling in with a few tears. But poor Shania definitely coughed and gasped as she began to regain her composure and breath. The latter was feeling much easier thankfully, especially without her nose being plugged up.

A shaky pair of hands finally moved back in front of herself. They had raised to wipe away all the evidence of her reactions but halted. It was a gradual process, but things were registering faster within Shania's mind. And right now, he hadn't said anything to do. True this applied with what not to either but she'd already nearly tested his temper once by concealing herself. It was best to avoid assuming something was right, wrong, or otherwise until he clarified ... right?

She'd go with that for now. It seemed to make the most sense in her mind.

Her head bowed slightly as she continued to pant softly, now having regained most of herself by now. Words tried to form and leave ... but what could she even say? Shania remained quiet to think on that, half-expecting to soon be asked how that had felt. And she wanted to figure that out in order to give a proper reply to Ethan.
 
Smiling as he watched her gasp and cough, she didn't spit a whole lot up, one woman he saw on a video actually threw up, much to the delight of the guys filming, these types of acts are always the best when the woman suffers a lot and shows physical signs of it is an added bonus.

Ethan had never done that before though and he thought that perhaps he was doing it wrong, not rough enough or maybe there was some technique to it, then again women are different from one to another, it was possible that Shania had a higher tolerance to this act and just didn't suffer the way some other women did.

Still, he was hard from the act but not ready to cum yet, he wasn't sure how he felt about the whole thing exactly, aroused? Yes. Powerful? Certainly. Guilty? Perhaps a little. He had never made a woman suffer before, he never thought he would be in this position and really it was just by chance that he found a woman who was so willing to go so far so soon with all of this and in real life otherwise he would still be sitting on the role playing site just making up silly stories with everyone else.

He got up and found his way to Shania's bathroom as she was still finding her breath, he could tell that she would not speak until spoken to, he wanted to be gentle now, was it silly to be both? The same question ran through his mind, is it fair to be sadistic and caring, is it right? Well there was more to him than just kink. He was a rather sensitive and caring man.

He started to run the bath watching the warm water fill it up, he wanted to care for the young Apache slave now, he wanted to show her more of the real him, he wanted to talk to her about the experience and how it made her feel, but most of all he wanted to care for her.

He walked back out into the main room where she was still kneeling, "Shania, come, let us bathe. Let me care for you" he said beckoning her to come with him to the bathroom and let him provide some much needed after care to her traumatic experience.
 

The smile on Ethan's face made one appear on Shania's. It was so unorthodox of a reaction, she knew. But somehow, the very knowledge she had been able to please him, give Ethan his darkest desires had made the Apache ... content? Proud? Oh those were the right words. But why? Was she really that subservient? Some part of her must have been in order to begin even feeling half of these sensations. Though she never spoke up once, Shania did let hazel eyes follow Ethan. Even when he got out of sight, it was obvious where he was heading. There were only so few rooms that existed in this efficiency after all.

And finally, the warm water confirmed where he had went. Her sense of hearing was usually pretty damn keen but there had been times that Shania had been wrong. Her smile widened and a sigh of relief left upon hearing those magical words.

Gods help her, that had been one thing she would have definitely said in terms of her reactions; having direly wanted and needed a bath. But now, that wasn't an issue. No, he was allowing it for her. To say she was grateful was an understatement.

"Thank you, Ethan." She replied, pushing herself carefully up to her feet as she headed eagerly into the bathroom. Her hands had raised again and begun to strip herself ... until she felt there was nothing but the boots still on her. One hand went on the counter which contained the nearby sink as she used it to help her balance while the other began removing the boots.
 
She returned his smile as he looked down on her, he wanted her to know that whatever happened and how cruel it might seem that she was still loved and cared for. He being a submissive himself knew the conflicted thoughts that were racing through Shania's mind, the mix of humiliation and pride, the thrill and self disgust. Yes, it was a crazy ride to submit, to allow these terrible things happen to yourself.

He took her into the bathroom and watched her take her only bits of clothing off, her black boots that made him want to fuck her all the time, fuck her in the most lurid of manners.

He helped her into the warm water and started to bathe her, washing her with the soap and wash cloth, he stroked her face and hair and looked at her lovingly.

"Shania, no matter what happens and what I do to you or what I get you to do, I want you to know that you should never feel fear and that you will always be loved." he said to her in a kind tone.

"Now, tell me, honestly how it felt to be throat fucked" he asked her.
 
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