I was always interested in dominant and submissive relationships in the bedroom. The thought of a strong man dominating me and showing me who was boss intrigued and excited me.

A part of me thought I shouldn't feel this way, that it was wrong and perverted to feel so masochistic. But another part of me, the side that I kept hidden and locked away in my deepest recesses of my mind, wanted to be held down, slapped, choked, screamed at, used and abused like a slut. I finally found someone who I could unveil this side of me to.

Anthony started out as a friend. We would spend hours talking about our lives, jobs, favourite TV shows and music, and eventually, sex. He was very open-minded, never judging me or shooting me a strange look when I revealed a new fantasy. On one drunken night we revealed our darkest desires to each other. It turned out we had similar interests, although mine were less explored. He eagerly volunteered to show me the ropes of his craft.

Anthony was 6'3" and hefty, not fat. He had broad shoulders and strong legs, biceps that I could wrap both of my hands around and my fingers wouldn't touch each other. He made me feel like a nymph compared to a giant. The perfect big strong man to make me feel small and usable, exactly as I wanted.

One day I rustled up the courage to begin my experimental journey. I subtly flashed him a peek at my breasts as I leaned forward and let my shirt fall, or rested my hand on his thigh, inching it dangerously close to his package. He tried to put on an air of confidence, but I sensed his nerves, noticed him tripping over his words. We locked eyes, and leaned into each other, our lips drawn to the other's as if we were magnetized. My lips grazed his which were trembling slightly. He tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.

He kissed me gently, running his hand up my thigh and slowly spreading my legs. His fingers lightly circled my clit through my clothing. He pulled the fabric to the side so that he could actually feel me, soaking up my wetness and rubbing it over my clit.

He whispered in my ear, "I'll take care of you."

He became more sure of himself and kissed me with a passion. We explored each others bodies, my hands traveling over his back, across his chest, and through his hair. His traveled up and down my sides, starting at my hips and slowly tracing up to just under my arms, tickling me and grazing the sides of my breasts.

I wrapped my arms tightly around his back, pulling him closer as we kissed. My tongue parted his lips and entered his mouth. My nails lightly traced patterns in his back and his fingers intertwined in my hair. We peeled our shirts off of each other, and he unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. He marveled at the sight of my tits and took each in his hands. I was enjoying this moment, but mostly I was growing impatient. We could make out any time, but tonight was about fulfilling my fantasy.

I nibbled on his lip and dug my nails deeper into his skin. I wanted to leave my mark. I could see him getting angry, feel the heat rising in his cheeks. It was just what I wanted. More than anything I wanted him angry, and I wanted him to punish me. A low growl escaped from his throat. I grinned knowing that my plan was working. He clenched his teeth and stared down at me. His nostrils flared and his pupils dilated. At that moment he changed from man to beast.

He ripped my hands from his back and pushed me down, pinning me down by my wrists. He put more pressure on me than he had to; I felt like my bones would turn to dust if he pressed any harder. He knew I couldn't escape, he just wanted to see me in pain, but I knew I couldn't give up yet. No, not yet. I hadn't experienced the best part. This was just the tip of the iceberg.

He was breathing hard with teeth bared. I couldn't help but laugh a little.

He released one of my wrists only to slap my cheek.

"You shouldn't have done that," he growled.

He pressed one hand to my throat as the other held me down. His elbow painfully dug into my shoulder. I choked back the air that I couldn't swallow.

"You are in for it."

He kissed me hard and bit my lip until it was red. I tried to wrench away but he was too strong, and it only angered him more. He removed his hand from my neck and instead turned to my breasts. He pinched one nipple hard; I winced at the pain. He kissed and sucked on my sensitive nipples as I squirmed under his grasp. He bit one so hard I thought he would break the skin.

"Ple... please stop..." I whimpered.

"'Please stop! Ha ha ha," he mocked.

He pinched the other nipple and twisted it. My pain intensified, but I also felt goosebumps rising to the surface of my skin; the little hairs stood on end.

He gripped my throat once more, harder than ever. The pressure agonizingly built as the air left my lungs. My brain was being deprived of oxygen, and black spots formed in my vision. He pressed harder and harder, my eyes rolled back in my head as everything started fading, and just as my body went limp, he released me, throwing me back onto the bed as I gasped for air.

I gained my bearings and my hands instinctively moved to my swelling and bruised throat. I inhaled deeply; I couldn't get enough air.

While I caught my breath, he swiftly removed his jeans and boxers, revealing his nice thick cock.

I couldn't wait to feel it inside me.

He grabbed a fist full of my hair and shoved my head down toward his penis. I opened my mouth and he pushed my head down onto the base of his cock. I tried to take all of him as he thrust deep into the back of my throat. He held my head there, fucking my throat until I couldn't take any more. He let me take a breath, and then forced me back onto his cock. I flicked my tongue on the underside of his dick and tried to suppress my gag reflex.

He pulled me off again and tilted my head upward, spit and pre-cum dripping from my lips.

"You like sucking cock, you little slut?"

I barely had time to mumble "Yes" before my mouth was full again.

"Yeah, suck that cock. You're such a good little cocksucker."

He throat-fucked me until he was satisfied and ready to fuck my pussy.

"Ah... such a good girl."

He pulled me up off my knees and pushed me backwards onto the bed. He ripped my pants down and discarded them. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide open for him, folding me like I was made of paper. I bit down on my lip. Would he fit? He was so thick. I hoped I was ready.

He slapped his cock against my pussy, and traced my lips, teasing me and getting me slick with pre-cum. Finally, his cock squeezed into my tight pussy. We both gasped at the initial feeling.

He slowly slid his entire length into me and briskly pulled back out, only to slam it back into me.

He held my legs above my head and furiously fucked me. With each thrust, he went deeper and deeper, each time brushing against my g-spot. His pace quickened, I couldn't help but moan every time his cock slid into me. He took my moans as encouragement. He switched from holding my legs to my hips, holding me down and fucking me silly. My nails dug into his back, which only made him go harder.

The harder he went the more I moaned. My moans turned into screams as he fucked me with everything he had. He held a hand over my mouth to stifle my sounds of ecstasy, but it just turned me on more. His cock was perfectly stroking my g-spot and I couldn't take the pressure any more. I screamed and came, pushing onto him and arching my back.

He took a break from fucking me to force me onto my belly. He shoved a pillow under my hips to elevate my pussy to the perfect angle. He straddled my hips and positioned his cock at my hole. Just before he put his cock back in me, he paused and savored the moment. He massaged my ass cheeks and scratched my back. His strong body pressed against mine. He pinned my arms at my sides and held my head down, his breath hot on my neck.

"You love this, don't you?" he whispered. "You love being held down. You're so helpless. I could do anything I want to you right now, and you couldn't do a thing about it. So ... vulnerable." He chuckled.

He balled my hair up in his fist and jerked my head back.

"I know you like having your hair pulled too."

With my throat so exposed, he seized the opportunity to choke me again. He wrapped his arm around my neck, elbow pointing out. He held me there for what seemed like hours, but I knew was only a few seconds. He dropped me and pressed my face into the mattress. He spread my pussy lips apart and his fingers prodded me.

"You're so wet, you love this."

Again, he slid his cock into me. In this position my legs were closed and his cock felt even bigger than before. He filled me up and fucked me with long, deep thrusts. I had to grip the sheets to keep from being pushed off the bed.

My legs and arms were pinned under his weight. I had no where to run, try as I might.

He spanked me as he pounded me. I could feel my ass turning red, He took turns slapping each cheek. His smacking accelerated, and the more I yelled out, the more he struck me.

He switched me onto my back once more and I tightly wrapped my legs around him. It was getting to the point where I could no longer take his assault on my pussy. But I was a good girl; I let him fuck me as long as he pleased.

It became too intense and started to hurt. As if he read my mind, he fucked me faster and before I knew it, hot cum was pumping into me. He emptied his load into my sore pussy, enjoying his own well-deserved orgasm. He slowly pulled out of me and wiped his cock on my belly, watching his cum leak onto the bed.

I was more than satisfied with the sex, relieved that he had finally shown mercy and stopped the pounding. I knew I had been a good slut and pleasured him in all the right ways. He was panting hard and so was I. I thought it was over, but before I knew it he pounced on me again. His hand was back on my neck, squeezing lightly. He didn't press hard enough that I couldn't breathe, but the threat ever present. I knew it would be worse if I misbehaved again.

He turned my face towards him with his other hand, tilting my chin up.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, like one would speak to a child. "Now, if you ever challenge me again," he paused and kissed my lips, "you're gonna be sorry. You're gonna be scared and I'm really gonna hurt you. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," I squeaked.

He slapped my cheek and dropped me. "Good."