It has now become my mantra. I'd learnt it fully by day one.
When part of my arrogant manner, never wanted to submit and learn.
My privileged upbringing hadn't prepared me for all of this.
His hand searching inside my blouse, feeling for the tip.

"Say it again Miss Jones. Don't make me angry now"
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir," I'm trying not to laugh.
At first I'd giggle nervously, at the things he said he'd do.
Like my own version of fifty shades, that wonderfully came true.

It hurt when he clamped my nipples.
But it hurt worse, when he took them away.
"Open your legs - Lift your ass - Fuck yourself - Behave"
I turn the diamond on my finger, if only David knew.
That I'd been accepted into the Master's World. Baby this is all for you.

My mind wanders to wedding lists, to dresses and to guests.
Then I feel the caress of oil on my cunt. Slowly running down my leg.
"Ready for three fingers Miss Jones". Hands so big I can barely breath.
"Yes sir, thank you Sir, " more than happy to bend and receive.

I curl my toes and bite my lip. I really need to cum.
But its never- ever the option, until he says I can.
"Keep your back arched and your ass up!" His rough voice against my ear.
My hole stretched wide by his loving hand, the other pulling at my rear.

"Would you like my cock in there Miss Jones?" His finger against my rose,
"Yes please Sir, thank you Sir,"and I give an encouraging moan.
His cock burns a path. It hurts like hell but I love it just the same.
I'm full of him and I wiggle my bum. His balls banging against my quim.

I shake and buck. I cum and scream. His fingers pulling at my clit.
"I'm begging you Sir, I need it deep. Give me that beautiful gift"
Then suddenly he release's his hold on me, an awful emptiness inside my ass.
Connections missing, burning my soul, more painful than his shaft.

He pulls my hair, and lifts my chin. The purple tip against my lips.
He slaps my cheek, "Look at you Miss Jones, you're an absolute disgrace."
I take it all, every single drop.

There's nothing I wouldn't do.
I live for his smile. I prey for his touch. How can he be so cruel?

Then he rocks me gently in his arms, no care for my disheveled state,
oblivious to the tears and sperm, that's running down my face.
I feel so wonderfully complete, so full of joy and love.
We fit together so beautifully. His fingers in my glove.

"Was I a good girl?" I say softly, not wishing to break the spell.
He kisses my neck. That's just his way. He adores me I can tell.
I want him again and I let him know, rubbing my feet against his dick,
"What will happen when you're married Miss Jones?" Suddenly I feel sick.

"Are you dumping me Sir? Please not that. I won't survive if you are gone!"
"Get on your knees, Suck my cock." Delighted by his commanding tone.
"I'm a very lucky girl," I repeatedly say, as I greet the guests in the hall.
The photographers done. The cake is cut. The champagne is chilled and poured.

I look at the faces but He's not there, He said he'd be at the church?
"Lets have the Bride and Groom," the DJ says, then my stomach starts to lurch.
For the first time I actually realize, I've made a huge mistake.
I run out the door, towards the trees. I need to get away.

Then someone's there. He grabs my arm. I struggle to break it free.
"You don't understand David, there's someone else...it's really not you, its me".
"Going somewhere Miss Jones?" A hand on my breast, I'm pushed against a tree.
I cannot speak. He's arrived at last, should I really be this pleased?

He lifts my dress, and grabs my ass. I writhe in resentful delight.
Then angrily punch him in the face. "Don't, I'm not yours. It's my honeymoon tonight!"
"Well shouldn't you be getting drunk and dancing with the groom?"
Then he lifts me up in his powerful arms and carries me through the gloom.

He licks the blood from his swollen lip. "I think your training is complete."
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir. I've got a pretentious younger sister, I'm sure you'd like to meet".