This Man Has Me Where He Wants Me, When He Whistles I Bark

This all happened in the summer of 2013. A group from work got together for a trip to the beach, cook out, sun and surf sort of thing. A guy came along who worked in another department. Out in the surf I was overcome by a big wave, this guy was in front of me and he grabbed me by one arm, trying to stand up he grabbed my crotch. I slapped him and he slapped me back. That's how I met him.

On the ride home he insisted I ride with him. He had a restored Corvette, so it was just the two of us. He kept putting his hand on my knee, until I must gave in. We talked and he suggested we should get dinner at this fried chicken place. He swatted my butt. I turned to face him, he reached out and grabbed a tit. I gave up, he had grabbed my crotch, touched my tit and ass, if he wanted it so bad he could have it.

Needless to say I never made it home that night, he gave me the royal treatment, in one hole, in the other, down my throat. Nothing was left for him to get. I just gave in. When he said jump I jumped. Same with bend over, suck his dick. I should have barked and wagged my tail.

Now the truth. For the four years I lived with him I was his submissive bitch. No hole was off limits, no request denied. When I moved out, looking for self respect he told me I would crawl back. I don't live with him, he found another girl f8r a while. When he snaps his finger, calls for me to show up, wants to be entertained, needs a warm hole to fuck, there I go. His trained bitch.