I went to the hotel where your conference was being held so we could spend the weekend together (at least the evenings). You like to be a "brat" and push my buttons, because you know it means you get punishments, and that turns you on. But you keep trying to push me harder and harder, so I have to find meaner and meaner punishments.
We were drinking with your friends in the bar the second evening. You started off playfully teasing me. But as I teased back, and the other people egged us on, our exchanges got sharper and sharper, till finally you were practically shouting at me in anger. I quietly got up and went to my room.
A couple minutes later you came up, looking like a dog with its tail between its legs. "I'm sorry," you whispered.
"You know you have to be punished."
"I know," you said, and a hint of a smile flickered across your face.
"You won't like this one," I warned you.
When I told you what you had to do, your jaw dropped. "No!"
"No?" I asked incredulously. "Fine. Get out of my room. And don't bother to call me."
"But -- I'll do anything else. That's not fair --"
"It's perfectly fair. You were being a bitch and you deserve this."
You realized I wasn't going to budge. In a tone of resignation, you said, "Okay. It may take me a while to, you know, find just what we need. But I'll do it."
I calmly watched TV while I waited for you to return. A little over an hour later I heard a knock on the door. When I opened it I saw one of your cute female friends, whom I had met on the first day of the conference. She was giggling and obviously a little tipsy. You were standing behind her, quiet and sullen.
"Laura said you guys needed a little help acting out a fantasy," your friend said, blushing but smiling broadly.
"Yes! I was really hoping she'd manage to talk YOU into it. I've had my eye on you since we got here." (Honestly, she was cute, but she seemed kind of vacuous, and I had barely noticed her before now.)
"Really?!" she gushed.
"Absolutely!" I gushed back. You stared daggers at me as I motioned her toward the bed. "Do you want to talk or anything first? I want you to feel comfortable."
"Oh I'm very comfortable," she announced, putting her hand on my chest. But then she noticed your expression. "Uh, are you sure Laura is into this, though? Are you okay, Laura?"
"Oh it was her idea in the first place!" I lied. "But part of the fantasy for her is acting upset. She's into being humiliated by other women, you know."
I looked at you and smiled, as you fought desperately not to cry.
Your ditsy friend accepted my explanation and eagerly sank into my arms. You watched as we made out, and I complimented her on how wonderful her hair smelled, the softness of her skin, what a good kisser she was. You saw us pull each other's clothes off and looked on as I pushed her onto her back and ate out her bare pussy until she had a screaming orgasm. She panted for a moment then pushed me onto my back and went down on my cock. While she sucked me off, I told her how good her mouth felt, how hard she was making me, and how she was the best cocksucker I'd ever had. But the whole time I talked to her, I was looking over her back at you as you stood beside the bed.
Eventually I told her, "I'm gonna cum. Remember what to do."
"Mmmm-hmmmm," she moaned.
I groaned as I shot my load into her mouth. Almost immediately she and I got up off the bed and walked over to you. I grabbed your hair and shoved you to your knees, then forced your mouth open.
"Do it," I told her.
She obediently spit my cum into your mouth. It was dirty and degrading, which was just why I wanted to make you endure it. I didn't even have to tell you to swallow. You knew you didn't have a choice about that either.
I kissed and hugged your friend (whose name I couldn't even remember) then showed her the door. Judging from her smile on the way out, this experience was the highlight of the conference for her.
I walked back to where you were kneeling on the floor. Your head was bowed, but I could see your tears landing on the carpet in front of you. "I hate you," you whispered.
"Why did I do this to you?" I asked.
You shook your head petulantly.
I cupped your face and turned it up toward me. I was touched by the tears running down your cheeks. I repeated: "Why did I do this to you?"
"Because I was bad," you sobbed.
"Why else?"
"Because I'm your whore, and you want me to always remember that."
"Yes. And why else?"
"Because -- because you care about me."
"Yes. Very much."
I lifted you up and took you to the bed. Gently taking your clothes off, we began to make love, and continued until dawn.
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