This is a story about a woman who thinks her life, and sex life is slipping away. Unaware that she is in the prime of both, she reaches out to what she perceives as the only options available to her. To make this point clear, I tell you that women in their late 30's and 40's are at their most sexy and sexually appealing. Here's a woman discovering that some pain can heighten her experiences, and she was starting to like it.
A Milf at the Country Club
Part Eight
She is taught and prepared for the rest of her night.
As she was finally coming to terms with what was happening, Marcus returned with a small black box that looked like a necklace box but much fancier. Mr. Raymond took the box and laid it in front of her, and when she looked at him, he just nodded his head for her to open it. It had a spring hinge top like a ring box from a fancy store but had no store name markings on it. She opened it and was surprised to see a very elegant choker made with a black elastic material about an inch wide and short enough to be held tight to the throat and appeared to have a cameo on the front. But upon further examination she could see that the oval she thought was a cameo, was a black onyx stone with an ivory inlay of a silhouetted naked woman laying back, with her arms above her head, with one leg straight and one bent at the knee. Surrounding that was a gold framing ring with a fancy edge that appeared to be plant leaves, and between the onyx and the gold leaf was a flat oval ring with the word "Owned" across the top and the words "Slut & Whore" across the bottom. She couldn't believe this man just presented her with a piece of jewelry with an insulting inscription on it.
Kimberly: "I'm not a whore or a slut, and I'm. Certainly not owned."
Mr. Raymond: "You are a slut and your actions tonight prove that beyond any doubt, and you are owned. Owned by me. But you are my slut and my whore, and that makes it OK. We will consummate that inscription and your relationship to me before this night ends."
What had happened to make him think he owns me she thought to herself? And what makes him call me a whore, up until now he has only used the word slut with me. Who does this man think he is? She had to make a stand and do it quickly to let him know she wasn't going to become this man's property.
Kimberly: "Listen here Rocky, I don't know how other woman respond to you but I'm not yours and I'm not a whore."
Mr. Raymond: "Any married woman that comes out and lets strange Men play with her body is a whore. Not only did you do that, but you let that young black man wipe you clean, rub your clit until you came in public with your dress around your waist, but you sat there and let him shove a linen napkin inside your pussy. You let me bring you to orgasm while driving across town, and you stood in the parking lot holding your dress above your hips, showing me your wet and swollen pussy. That would sound like a slut and whore to any objective person. And before this night is done, you will give me your body, you will submit to me 100%, and you will never again speak to me the way you just did."
As he scolded her, he reached under her jacket, uncovered her right breast, and pulled the nipple hard towards him, causing her an unbelievable pain. As she looked into his eyes, all she saw was anger, and it wasn't fleeting.
Kimberly: "Please let go, please stop it, I'm sorry and I will never speak to you like that ever again."
Mr. Raymond: "I had hoped you would have learned by now what happens when you defy me Kimberly, but apparently you need some more intense training, so I will train you."
Without releasing his grasp, he reached in his coat inside pocket and pulled out two spring clamps with teeth on them and a thumb screw on each, connected by a chain. He released his fingers, and she had a pulse of pain and excitement flowing from her nipple. She now learned that there is nothing this man won't do to her if she doesn't obey his every wish.
