Even though he was constantly using me as his whore I always felt safe with him. At the end of every hot session he'd ask me if I really wanted him t...o **** me and I'd always say yes. It was fantasy after all, right?During one particularly hot session he asked me if I had a safe word. I asked him what that was. He explained that in a BDSM session a submissive frequently would have a word that meant stop or no. I asked why not just use stop or no. Mr. Online explained that some submissives. He wasn't gentle, and the sudden filling of her pussy, unused to anything bigger than her finger, was painful in a shatteringly sweet way. That she had gotten wet, undressing and planning her ambush helped, because he thrust into her all the way in that first lunge. Still, he felt huge, and the pain frightened her. She had drawn that air in to scream - a natural reaction - but that breath of air burst out of her lungs again as his pubic bone slammed against her clit, smashing it flat, and she. He stopped.Her mind was relieved, but her skin begged for more. More warmth. More heat.His face disappeared, footsteps moved toward the door. A moment later, she heard it lock. Anxiety rose in her, why had he locked the door? She tried not to think about it. His face reappeared.Her memory jogged. She knew him. From somewhere, from a long time ago. Searching desperately, her mind came up empty. Suddenly his eyes looked directly into hers. It was a horrible look, full of malevolent glee. A. "Sally talked. I know all about your trying to meet her. Deals off!" said Dr. Jones, knowing full well there never was a deal. He just wanted to torment Frank, and he had just begun."But...but...but..Hey, you injected me!" squealed Frankie."Why, yes, I did. It was a testosterone, estrogen, and adrenaline cocktail. Something to bond to the synapses in your brain before I give you your dick back." said Dr. Jones with a smirk.Frank stared where the shot had been given. She was starting to.