My submissive girlfriend is Nicole

When I met Nicol, my current girlfriend today, everything went like a tunnel of happiness. I always believed that relationships should be simple. Love is something that shouldn't be complicated like a linear equation. I never believed in all that saving the couple and fighting for love nonsense. Instead, I think you know your best friend and automatically realize you enjoy spending time with her, and there's nothing left to say when love is lost or the relationship becomes unhealthy, it's better to take a step back. The rest is just life giving us health to enjoy that person who makes time fly by when we share it.

She was a healthy girl, very calm, not conflictive at all, and thanks to that, our relationship flowed naturally. We were both Newells fans and started filling up with common activities like going to the stadium (one of my favorites), going out for dinner, recitals, movies, and those typical outings in the early stages of any relationship.

What I liked most about Nicol was that she was just as capable of eating a sandwich bought from the dirtiest street cart in the world on the sidewalk curb as she was of going to the Colón and watching an opera by Wagner from start to finish. Her adaptability level was unmatched, and she never said no to anything. If we played video games, she'd play with me; if I wanted to go out but arrived very tired from work, she'd stay home with me watching a movie.

Only one spiritually incredible person could overshadow her other virtues that had to do with everything you could perceive with your eyes - she was much taller than average, slender, brunette with coffee-colored eyes, with very large breasts and a fairly well-formed butt. Her hair was incredibly long, so it always got tangled up in braids or buns; sometimes it would become unmanageable and require a whole budget to keep it soft and cared for. I'm not exaggerating when I say that any man would turn around wherever she went. verla, without mentioning that some would probably jerk off to the masturbation of their lives for hours afterwards. I could have been a Victoria's Secret model or a porn actress from Tushy or Deeper.

I can't say too much about myself, I'm an average guy, somewhat attractive but no Zac Efron and my only natural gift is having a cock that's bigger than average, especially the balls which are so big they made me consult a doctor when I was a teenager to rule out some kind of tumor. Qualities in my personality that I could highlight are knowing what I want in life and always have, I'm not an ambitious person. My goals in life are fulfilled, which are having a house of my own, working at something I like, the car and motorcycle I've always wanted, and someone to accompany those moments and that's it, why more? I also know what I don't want and it really bothers me pretentious, egoistic people who seek attention all the time, I have few fleas with guys and that may make me a bit intolerant.

The intimacy with Nicol was excellent from the start, it was very physical, almost athletic, we would get hours and hours, she would be surprised by my performance and I would marvel that she liked my cock so much but we still hadn't had time to unleash our morbidities and fantasies. The routine consisted of a bit of mutual oral sex and at the slaps, I would take her pussy all day until it turned red. Or until after cum five or six times, both of us, she would decide to rest and wait a couple of days until she recovered and we would go back to the furious in-and-out like rabbits.

One day watching a Brazil vs Belgium match from the past World Cup where Brazil had lost, I said allegorically and casually uhhh they broke their ass to the Brazilians and she responded with What luck they have, my old lady is Brazilian, that means I'm half-Brazilian and no one can break me, I have a strong desire We burst out laughing, his occurrences made me laugh out loud but I have to say that that humorous plan ended up heating us up a lot and we would end up getting together with some extra condiment.

Another day at lunch, I said I hadn't noticed the vegetable vendor was eating it bent, and he replied I must be a vegetable vendor too, or not, because I eat it both ways.

Then slowly (because most men are slow, why deny it?) I started understanding the game he wanted to play.

He would come home from work and say What the hell are you doing, aren't you coming to suck my cock?! This cock won't suck itself Oh, obvious baby, it's tasty! he'd say while getting down on his knees and taking off my boxer in three seconds.

The only baby around here is this one between my legs and you're eating it. Now you'll start calling me sir, master, boss, daddy as I order you to. I'm tired of you disrespecting me.

If sir I'd respond while tears would well up in my eyes, choking on a XXL-sized chunk of meat.

It's better if you just take it all and if I see even one drop fall on the carpet, I'll kick your ass, so you know what to do.

If master, I won't waste anything, stay calm.

We had discovered together his submissive side and how it drove her crazy to be humiliated. On my part, we warned each other that she enjoyed dominating and everything that came with it. We were happy because it enriched the relationship; she had even become more affectionate and attentive than before. Our romantic life was a treasure chest from which golden pieces, diamonds, and pearls never stopped emerging. Over time, we researched what we liked and found out it was technically called domination and submission with certain touches of sadomasochism. We learned how to practice it safely, created our own code so that if either of us wasn't comfortable in the moment, we could stop the game with the word era “blue” or “Mm Mm” if the mouth was occupied.

A little later she moved in with me definitively, which at that moment became ours. Since I still studied and had a poorly paid job, I proposed that she could be banked while I finished studying, besides giving her a feminine and warm touch to the house that was a disaster and helping me decorate a bit and buy some furniture. This ended up becoming a double-edged sword for our games, because despite both of us rejecting machismo outright, it gave us a little morbid thrill playing the homemaker and male provider. Then when she arrived automatically the show started.

Where's the food?
No, I didn't cook because my friend Vivi came over and we chatted all morning. She brought her baby and we had to take care of it, so I didn't have time to go shopping.
I didn't ask for excuses, I asked if you cooked or not. You're a stupid slut, useless. Did you know you're good for nothing? You're the most useless cutie I've ever met in my life.

Yes, sir, sorry.
You'll apologize, but with your cock in your mouth and we'll talk, but you can't take it out of your mouth. Did you understand or do you want me to draw a picture? Since you're a little stupid, I don't know how to explain it so you can understand... -and I gave her a huge slap.

I took the cock out of my pants and opened her mouth wide and started sucking.

Slut, did I give you permission to suck?
I told you to put your head in your mouth, nothing more, since you're stupid? You're such a sucker for cocks! Can't even wait two seconds.

Shi shenoog, pedddónn.
This is what I like! Now you'll ask me nicely to let you suck my cock and you'll say you're a cock-sucker. Shi shoy uma Chubabija jeñod, pofavo buedo yubarle la kija
Okay, but hurry up and lubricate it well. Because I'm going to break your ass if you make me wait for food. I married the most idiotic slut of all. If I come home and there's nothing to eat, I'll eat your ass, you know. Lubricate with saliva, because I don't think I'll use oil, not You deserve it and thank you for not beating my ass dry like I should.

--I don't want, I don't want, I don't like to open my ass, better the end that still hasn't come yet.
Plafff, I hit her again in the face.
--Use the word: pussy no, you behaved badly. You didn't earn it, turn around, get down on all fours on the couch, take off your pants and underwear and spread your ass because I'm going to rape that slutty ass of yours that thinks I have to keep it up even though she spends the whole morning being lazy.

She did everything I asked her to do at the foot of the letter when I saw her with calmness wearing a white dress pant that showed the thong and above a braless top that left half of her tits outside. Then I understood the obvious (late as always, like almost all men), it was just the clothes that most heated me up, she was setting a trap for me.

While I was opening my ass on the couch, I said to myself.
--Sir, don't rape me, I don't want you to grab me by the ass. I don't like it. Don't make me do it by force --it was one of her most exciting whimpers.

I decided to extend a little more the role.
--Today I don't feel like making you do it by force, so if you don't tell me that you're a stupid slut who deserves to have your ass broken as punishment and please beat my booty, I won't do it.
--Yes, I deserve to have my ass broken. Abuse me, please. Teach me to respect the master of the house.
--And what are you?
--A stupid slut, sir, forgive me for not cooking. Break my ass so I can learn, I want to never forget that I'm your slave and I have to make your food every time. I beg you to forgive me for being an unserviceable slut. I only serve to suck your cock.
Then I made her suck my cock again and asked her to spit it out. She had never spat before but after a lot of hits and hitting her in the face with my cock, she was doing absolutely anything I ordered her to do no matter how ridiculous it was. When I already had it hard, my more than twenty-centimeter cock, se She got in her ass with one thrust. She was opening up more and more, crying, and her cries were getting louder, it seemed like a rape, but I saw her face and she was drooling as if begging me not to stop.

-Señor, if you don't hit my face, the punishment isn't complete, mistreat me more. Make me suffer.

And I kept hitting her with increasing intensity, leaving her face red, until finally I couldn't take it anymore and exploded inside her ass and she came out and a little spilled over her buttocks while she was finishing herself off with one hand on her clitoris. I turned her around and made her clean up the cum that was left in my cock and balls. She licked me all over like a kitten. She showed me how I had left her ass.

-I'm really satisfied, papi- she said with a very wide smile from ear to ear. Then she completed -nene, now set the table, we're going to have lunch.

-But if you told me you hadn't cooked, it's okay, let's order something.

-Nah, I told you that so I could play. I made milanesas with purée early, they're in the fridge. After that, look at what I left on the floor of the room.

Our lunch was very emotional, it was the first one since we had been living together definitively. I had put candles and a red tablecloth, I saw her and her red cheeks gave me a little tenderness.

Who would have thought that a woman could need to be beaten with slaps and have her ass burst open to feel so full and radiate such peace?

When we finished, my surprise was huge, there were four covers for the car I had bought with some late wages they owed us plus one final settlement. I hugged her for a few seconds, thanked her, and told her I was going to take a bath so we could leave later. In reality, I had gotten emotional and didn't want her to see me crying.