Finally His, Part 2 – Marked – A #primal #bdsm #humilation #erotica

She becomes well and truly His...

Auntie Naomi's Disclaimer and content warning: This story gets into some pretty heavy shit, kink-wise. Please don't try some of this stuff, or any kink, without the full enthusiastic consent of all parties and educating yourself on how to do it safely.

(here’s Part 1, ICYMI)

The next morning I awoke alone in the bed with the lion clutched in my arms and heard the sound of the shower running. I ordered us breakfast, started the coffee maker, and then joined him in the shower. I soaped up his furry chest and then kissed him under the shower spray, feeling my tits get all nice and soapy and he couldn’t resist squeezing and bouncing them. He turned off the shower after rinsing the suds.

“Knees. Now. I’ve been saving this for you. I want to give you this every morning we’re together. Open your mouth and hold your tits up.”

“Yes, Sir.”

A big strong and hot stream from his cock splashed over my face and tongue and down my whole body and my entire body was awake and alive immediately. I let it run over my tongue and out of my mouth because swallowing it wasn’t the point. It was taking it because it turned him on and it renewed his mark on me, every day, even after washing off my skin. I greedily licked the last drops from the tip and began to suck on him, feeling his cock grow in my mouth. As he turned the water back on to rinse us both off, I didn’t move from where I was. I gently moved my finger between his cheeks and around the rim of his asshole as I crammed the cock into the back of my throat.

“You keep that up, baby girl, and you’re going to get fucked…..”

I giggled and doubled down, tonguing his shaft playfully and then slowly sliding my finger in his ass to the first knuckle. He made such wonderful noises and began to fuck my face. He reached down and pinched my nose, pushed his cock deeper in my throat and I almost came just from that feeling of helplessness and my life in his hands, the water streaming over my face reminding me of the terrifying and incredible sex in the roiling waves the night before when I finally became his prey, his bitch, and his baby girl, all at once. I gagged on his cock and grabbed his ball sack to get him to stop and that really fucking turned him on.

“Please let me eat your ass, Sir….”

I begged with big anime-girl eyes while I was still on my knees.

“Tell me again. And details.”

I was so fucking turned on from being made to say my dirtiest desires out loud to him. I loved being completely naked in all ways to him.

“I want to lick around your asshole and then tongue fuck your ass because it makes you really fucking hard, Sir.”

He turned off the water again and briefly dried us off, followed by manhandling me out of the bathroom, his hard-on bouncing so deliciously.

I decided to choose violence today, apparently, because the next words out of my foolish brat mouth were “Bend over, bitch!”

“Excuse me?” he said, aiming a hard slap at my tit and then pinching a nipple extra hard.

I looked him straight in the eye and didn’t back down, or dissolve into nervous giggles.

“You fucking heard me. Bend over and open those fucking cheeks… boy.” I added such emphasis to the last word. Yeah, I doubled down. Just digging my grave even deeper. God, I loved the fire in his eyes when I did shit like that.

“You’re gonna pay for that, slut, but first I will let you eat my ass because it’s a good use of that impudent tongue…” He fish-hooked my mouth, squeezing the tongue between his fingers, and smacked my face with the other hand before bending over and giving me a beautiful man-ass to look at, fresh, clean, and ready for my face to be buried in it.

I rubbed my finger around his rim and caressed his balls and taint. Fuck yes, there was so much to play with here and I had him at my mercy. I moved my tongue in slow circles around his rim and cupped his nuts with my hand, gently squeezing them. I varied up the speed and shape of the strokes I was doing and loved hearing the moans coming from him as I just got more into it, burying my face in his ass and gripping his raging boner.

“Fuck, you’re such a dirty little bitch and I love it……… get up so I can fuck you!”

I knew what was coming and I obediently pushed myself up into breeding position with a nice arch to my back and my ample hips and ass presented for him on the side of the bed. He loved dominating me in standing doggy and I fucking loved the power he put into it with his wiry strong legs.

“I’m going to take your asshole now, little slut….” he said, lewdly stroking his dick and coating cock and holes with lube. I felt his cock head pushing apart my pussy lips and nearly came hard right there but he pulled away and I heard a little bit of rustling.

“But it doesn’t hurt to fuck MY pussy a little first………..”

I felt his black leather belt loop around my neck from behind.

“Oh fuck…” I whispered, barely perceptible as my cunt clamped involuntarily.

“Yeah, that’s right… I get to decide if you’re allowed to breathe when I’m fucking you…. My jerk sleeve fuck toy slut…..”

I clamped again, this time greedily grabbing at the hard cock inside me as he thrust into my cunt and growled, pulling the belt tighter. He fucked me just long enough for my pussy to throb for more and to leave it aching for his load and then he pulled it out, probably dripping because I was getting wetter by the second.

Bastard. Glorious, hot, amazing bastard.

“I’m going to fill this beautiful fat ass with my load and you’re going to feel it all day. Just smile and laugh with my family and anyone else we talk to and no one knows what a fucking filthy bitch you are with my cum in your ass…” he whisper-growled all of that in my ear as he gently pushed the head against my asshole and I felt myself start to open to him, humping back a little bit on it to help him work it in.

“That’s it, baby, take it in your ass, squeeze on me, pull me in… fuuuuckkk….”

Once the head was in, he dug his fingers greedily into the flesh of my hips and thighs, just driving home the point that he fucking owned me and wanted me to know it. There would be finger-shaped bruises and I was so fucking happy for more evidence that I belonged to him.

“Fuck yeah…. Good girl…. Take it…..fuck yes….. I love this ass….. it’s my fucking ass now, you fucking little brat....” He was by turns fierce but also encouraging and loving and downright fucking wholesome, all while he was sticking his dick up my ass with his belt around my neck. He kept telling me how good it felt and how amazing I was taking him so deep and how much he loved owning me this way.

“Fuck yourself on this dick while I choke you. Do it. Fuck your own ass, you smart-mouthed little whore.” he said, pulling the belt tighter and stopping the thrusts. I fucked myself desperately, loving how full of him I was, my cunt and ass were so greedy to be used more by him.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum, bitch.. I didn’t tell you you could, did I?”

“No, you did not, Sir.” I gasped.

“Stop humping. I told you you were going to pay for your insolence before and I didn’t lie. I want you to squeal like the dirty little anal fuckpig that you are as loud as you fucking can. Why? It gets my dick hard and it embarrasses you, which makes your twisted little ass even hornier, that’s a win-win for me……….” he pulled out almost entirely and slammed it back in, balls deep which let out a SQUEEEEAALLLL from my mouth.

“Louder, pig! Beg for my load in your ass!” he growled

“PLEASE CUM INSIDE MY LITTLE FUCKPIGGY ASSHOLE, SIR!” I choked out and descended into a beautiful liminal space between realities where I heard him roar as he emptied his load deep into my asshole and tightened the belt so tight that everything started to fade out.

Now he owned all three of my holes. It was a wonderful feeling. I opened the door and smiled when I saw our breakfast trays just sitting there on a cart. I figure the person delivering them had heard the fun we were having and didn’t want to interrupt us. Thankfully, our meal was still warm and fresh and we fueled ourselves for the day’s adventures.

We spent the day with his family enjoying tourist stuff, playing games, and just generally hanging out. His wife and the other members of the household seemed to like me and accept me and I really enjoyed connecting with everyone’s different interests. His wife who was kind of introverted even opened up to me a bit. She was asexual and was glad he found someone fun to fulfill his needs who wasn’t his baby mama, which was a long and sordid tale and part of the reason we didn’t connect so well when he and I first met. We went out to a raucous family dinner at a restaurant and bid goodbye to the family for the evening and I spent a blissful time sitting naked at his feet in our room while he was on the couch, idly caressing the boots as I sat between his legs, feeling safe and loved. Tall boots were a fixation of mine. I eventually wanted to learn bootblack skills. I had gotten a suit because I wanted this specific thing, and I had dreamt about it forever. Lots of people misunderstand a submissive sitting on the floor as demeaning or punishment, as if they weren’t allowed to sit on the furniture like an unruly dog. For me, I felt absolutely safe at his feet, and I was free to get up and join him on the couch any time I wanted. I’d made a cozy spot at his feet and our snacks and drinks and vape pens were nearby. And his boots were just the icing on the cake. I was so contented where I was with him.

We watched Star Trek and Firefly for a while and then we decided on something a bit spicier. Secretary was a favorite movie for both of us, but we’d both seen it multiple times and it wouldn’t matter much if we got distracted. I turned around and began to kiss the toes of his boots and caress the shiny leather on his calves and kiss my way up, running my hands along his thighs and then idly going downward, tracing the lacing pattern of the signature yellow boot laces. I got lost in their feel and scent and the way his body made the leather warm and supple. I gently began kissing the sides of the calves and then down to the toes where I kissed the toes sensually and began to lick the leather as skillfully and sensually as I do a dick head or a clit, caressing with my hands the parts I wasn’t licking.

He allowed me quite a bit of this until he ordered me to sit up and present myself for him, which meant on my knees, holding my tits up and looking him in the eye.

“God, you’re such a little pig for my boots, aren’t you? You’re my dirty little pig in so many ways and I love it…..” He leaned down and slapped my face and tits with an open hand repeatedly until they started to sting and redden. He knew how hard he could push at that moment and my submission was completely his, I was going to let him break me and he craved it.

“You’re nothing but three holes for me to use, remember that.” he spat on my face and got up.

Of course, I knew I was so much more, but he knew that I needed to go to a dark place and he was more than happy to take me there.

“Such a good girl, giving the best boot worship… but I know what you really want….” he said, circling me like the prey I was.

“As much as you like licking them, you want more to be under them….”

“Yes, Sir”

And then I was, quite suddenly. Under them, that is, with him resting his boot on my belly, looking down at me like I was the most delicious raw piece of meat for his inner lion. Because wasn’t I just meat anyway? He gently kicked my tits with the toes of his boot, amused as he watched them bounce. He knew exactly how to kick and push me around the floor with them so as to not cause real injury and I went to a blissful place of submission as he gave me what I needed so badly. He peppered the blows of his boots with humiliation and I was just in orbit. I loved being the lowest I could possibly be, and giving him the ultimate control. He stepped on my neck just hard enough for me to have a mental orgasm and that feeling just broke a dam. I was crying tears of release and wouldn’t really stop for a while.

“Sit up and hump that boot, you little bitch….. “ he said, gritting his teeth, and I felt myself get even more soaked as I straddled the toe and mashed my chubby pussy against the boot, hitting right on the clit as I humped feverishly, holding his leg

“Make yourself cum, you fat whore…..fat pathetic boot-humping pig………cum and squeal for me…..”

A loud guttural pig scream came out of me as I ground my clit furiously and made the boot slick with my juice, bending over to lick it off.

“Lay back and open your legs, pig fuckmeat…..look in my eyes while I step on your cunt…. You’re not done cumming till I say you are…. You need to let some pain go and it’s coming out….”

I held my ankles while he pressed the entire sole of the boot into my soaked cunt and pressed hard, the treads feeling rough against my sensitive skin but it made me cum anyway. We locked eyes and he ground the sole in deeper as I challenged him and non-verbally told him not to stop. I started cumming and probably wetting myself too at that point and I couldn’t stop. I just screamed and came and gave him my pain and pleasure alike at that moment.

He got down on the floor with me after and wrapped his body around me, shielding and warming me as I absorbed the amazing energy of the play and cried everything out for almost a half hour, wrapped in his arms, his scent, his energy.

“Just wait till you see what I’ve planned for aftercare, dirty little boot pig….or should I say, sissy little faggot.…” he growled, putting me in a headlock and delivering me to the bedroom and pushing me roughly onto the bed, pushing my thighs apart hard and staring down at me with cold merciless eyes as he climbed on top of me and held me down by the neck.

“I’m going to show you what you are, and I’m going to remind everyone else too”

He grabbed a thick black permanent marker, the signature chemical scent of it making my nose twitch, and scrawled FAGGOT on my chest. My cunt was already a mess but now it throbbed. I may get wet from sniffing a Sharpie to this day.

Fuck. He was playing dirty for sure. Being non-binary but definitely femme in appearance definitely gave me a craving to be treated like a boy sometimes and he knew that my masc side was a fucking slutty nelly bottom that desperately craved dominant dick at all times. He was bisexual, so this made a fun experience for him too, and he even was planning to throw in a side of humiliation, which always got me going, no matter the gender expression of the moment.

“I’m going to use that front hole because I know you got all fucking juiced up for me while I was hurting you….didn’t you, fat sissy bitch faggot?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Look at this fucking weird little dick you have….” he said, pinching my clit hard . “such a freak of nature…. How do you even fuck with this thing?” he laughed with a cruel gleam in his eyes as I whimpered. He wanked it roughly a few times, leaving it sticking out and glistening obscenely, leaving me aching.

“Fuck, I’m tired. I ain’t as young as I used to be. I’m tired of using you, boy. I’m just going to climb on, grab these pathetic bitch tits of yours and dump a load in your worthless faggot front hole. You got that, boy?” he sneered, hoisting my legs into the air and ramming his boner into my sore yet happy cunt.

“Yes Sir!” I whimpered as he mauled my tits and growled at me, just using me to jerk off into. He just slapped me and called me “faggot” again and again until we both came incredibly hard and collapsed on each other for a long time before cleaning up and wrapping around each other for sleep.

I will remember this night for the rest of my life. He broke me again, And I loved it.