I explained to my newest slut that I would like her to wear some sort of symbol that she had submitted to me. My standard is a dog collar. Wearing my collar for the time being is more of a commitment than she is willing to give. For that she needs to be punished.

I can be a patient person but I do not appreciate somebody telling me they are submissive and then not be willing to do as they are told.

That said, I do want my sluts to realize that their pain and their pleasure are connected. They are two blurred sides of a spinning coin. To that end...

She really did need more convincing of her place. She needed to understand that not only did she belong to me, but that she really wanted more than anything else to be with me. I walked through her door and once again she was overdressed.

"You're overdressed," I said, "Take off your clothes." It's a problem that she continues to have but I'm working on it. Stripped off our clothes and I pushed to her kitchen sink. She grabbed the counter as I bent her over and quickly took her from behind. From her squeals of pleasure, it was easy to tell she was enjoying it. I finished and spun her around so her mouth was level with my cock. This time she knew what to do and was quickly on her knees lapping our juices from my dick.

Eventually, I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her couch. I allowed her to sit and sat beside her, placing my left hand on her cunt. My right hand started to play with her nipple. As she grew more excited, my grip on her nipple grew more intense.

It is truly amazing how similar the sounds of her pain and pleasure are.