My pride SeXStoRY

We met at a bar, I’d been drinking a bit more than I should’ve, I was ready for some action, I hadn’t seen my lover in a week and was I was ready for a fight. Never got one. –all I got was a good beating. He was sober and he took me to his place. He wants me to obey, he wants me to call him master, and honestly; I want that too. In most of my fantasies and daydreams I long to please and obey. But in real life, as it turns out, I have a really hard time doing just that. He commands me to call him master. I don’t. He commands me to undress. I don’t. I don’t even know why, cause I really want to, guess I just want to see if I can gain some control. I couldn’t. I guess that’s me trying to obtain some pride. But then in a matter of seconds he stripped me of my clothes, he tied his belt around my neck so tight I could barely swallow and fastened my hands to it. My wrists met my shoulder blades in a not so gentle way. Somehow I still felt like I had some control, like he was manipulating me into being scared, like he was testing me, and I him. I wouldn’t cave, I’ve never caved! With my hands fastened so that I couldn’t use them without choking I still felt like I had control. I was wrong. I was on my knees in his sofa with my head high and my wrists pulled as far back and up my back as they can come. Honestly I can’t remember if it was one of my remarks that made him throw me of the couch and on to the floor ore if he just had an impulsive moment. But anyways, suddenly I’m finding myself trying to meet the floor with a shoulder instead of my scull. Lying there, struggling to get up I can hear him getting undressed, and with all my common sense screaming NO! I will not have some dude that is rude enough to throw me on the floor fuck me. Meanwhile my body is fucking shaking and pulsating and totally letting me down. He pulls my upper body of the floor with two hands in my hair, the weight of my upper body is held to the air only by my hair and his hands. Let me tell you; at this point I was getting worried. am I losing control?? He’s fucking me hard but I have my pride. I will never say stop. But in a while, when I’m sure my neck, wrists, knees and scull are bruised I try to turn over so I at least have one elbow to lean my weight on, not just my hair. He raises me up, standing on the living room floor, exhausted, I can feel his arm tightening around my neck and all I can do is say “I’m tired now”. He laughs in my ear and takes me to the shower. So much for pride.