RIP - Part Two

He pulls her up by her hair and shoves his hardening cock into her mouth.

Thrusting it to the back of her throat he only stops long enough for her to answer the question "Who are you?"

Again, he pushes his cock in deep and then brings it out for her to reply to his growl of "What are you?"

And he does this over and over again.

She's on her knees, back against the bed, still in her dress, stockings and boots. Her hair is twisted in his tight grasp. She can hardly breathe as she takes his penis deeper and deeper each time. His hips pushed up hard against her face, all she can smell is sex and denim.

But slowly it's happening. She's starting to feel submissive again, oh so very submissive, and this time it's for real. It's her that's being submissive. No barriers, no alter egos. It's truly her.

The next morning, as she sits astride his cock and feels the wildness start to take over, she's no longer moping about her missing alter ego. As far as she's concerned, The Little Submissive can just stay lost. She's got him now.