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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 54
Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART ONE - A New Life
The next few weeks were really hard on Po. Well, he had to train me didn't he? It was pretty intense; I mean, it was hard on him cause, well, you know, he had to do all the training didn't he? - teaching me to do exactly what I was told and nothing else, and teach me to beg, not just for the strap, and not flinch, but loads of other stuff he wanted to use to punish me, basically anything that really hurt, just to teach me - even when I said I was sorry, like repeatedly and begged and so on! Po was the one who had to just carry on administering, well, pain in general I suppose, endurance, breaking new barriers. So I'm not sure if he found it easy to do that.
It was a new life for me but I think he found it pretty tough because he had to be constantly repeating me stuff, like what to do (it was like lessons) and constantly having to hurt me when I was wrong - which was usually! - making me cry and when I couldn't recover quickly enough he lost his temper cause I wasn't exactly what he wanted - because it was exhausting for him wasn't it?! I mean, he had to concentrate just to learn me the lessons I had to learn and constantly give me the punishment I needed - or else I wouldn't learn - harder each time so that, the idea was, I could take anything. That was the challenge.
But he knew what he was doing! He was an expert. But even so, it was a lot to get used to. He wasn't used to having someone to train like 24-7 I don't think. I mean, who is? I was so proud of him and to think that he wanted to do it, like I deserved it, like I deserved all his training and making me better at being obedient. I felt so privileged.
Plus he had to work it round what had to be fitted in with normal stuff in his usual day, and it was pretty difficult to make me adapt to his schedule. But he did really well. He was fucking good! King Po!
Plus, he was gentle and caring and loving and thoughtful and made it clear when I'd done well (but not good enough) and made it clear when I done wrong (or totally fucked up) and when I had to be shown another lesson then WHY I had to be shown another lesson and what he expected. And why he expected it. And what would be the consequences if he didn't get EXACTLY as he expected. And then he had to follow through, didn't he, if I needed to be hurt, yeah? I mean, if I had to hurt them I had to be hurt, didn't I? I mean, punishing. Yeah, well he did that. So that was tiring for him.
It was conditioning, really; discipline and conditioning. Not that it mattered; it still had to be done. And for me, every day was like this fresh start when I meant to do better than the day before, and build on that. But gradually I was getting there, I think. I went to bed excited and I woke up excited cause I knew Po had this iron will that made him behave this way and I was scared but happy as well cause usually he was excited when he'd finished beating me up, or whatever, cause it gave him a hard on - cause that's natural isn't it? - so he HAD to fuck me, so that was incredibly exhausting for him. I mean it was exhausting enough for me so it must have been exhausting for him cause he was the one who had to do all the work I suppose.
But I don't know though, cause when I was all just crying and begging him to stop it was difficult to tell how he felt cause all I got was that he was really angry. Being fucked when he was angry was like being beaten up except that his cock was the weapon he was using to do it with. Afterwards, I wanted him to fuck me again. I just wanted him to keep on fucking me. But he did get tired. So he had to stop. He used to fall asleep even though I was crying, and he used to put his arms around me like he was this big rug.
"It's for your own good," he said - meaning him making me cry and me crying.
He was really strong and his arms kind of held me like I couldn't even breath unless he allowed it and let me. And meanwhile his breathing on my neck was so intense and hot - cause he was hot wasn't he?
I mean it was quite difficult, but, well at least he fucked me every day, twice at least - morning, night. And when he fucked me he fucked me hard and he fucked me deep and that made it worthwhile cause then I KNEW I was doing the right thing. And as the work started to pay off; I started to feel good about everything.
And like he said, my training was good cause it made me feel better about myself and ordered and I knew where I was. He was constantly onto me, telling me what to do, so I was always clear and it always felt right.
I think I was physically different as well, plus I was in this, like new mental space where everything was ... I dunno ... based on his permission and what he let me do or say or have, and everything was ... I dunno ... somehow planned and deliberate and I had to tell him things and let him handle it rather than like before when I was my own man wasn't I? And I could do what I wanted? I mean I used to decide but now even he told me what I'd eat. Cause now I couldn't do that anymore like I could before, could I? Cause now I had to do what HE wanted. So everything was different.
Most of it was cooperative. I say most of it. He encouraged me and tested me and I mean, it was difficult and lots of time I didn't want to do it, the stuff he says I need to do to get match fit; but gradually even I could tell it was having this effect.
And when I really did wrong, or ... What I mean is, if I wasn't there in the head space he often used to criticise me and shout at me or call me names and bully me and humiliate me ... And if I was really bad or I lost my cool for instance, like I was disobedient or just said, like, 'No, enough!' Well then it was like I knew it would be, the strap and whatever beating. But I realised I needed that.
And I thought, "Yes. The strap." And I fetched my old army belt and he did it.
That was what I remember about those days, cause we were together in this really close way and I thought, yeah, he's really into it, and I'm really happy to be here. It was so intense. He usually slept at our place. He took my bed and and I usually slept with him, or on the floor if he said - but he usually had me to sleep with him cause he liked that. And I liked that.
Plus I could always hear him breathing.
Plus I loved that my whole body hurt like all the time and in every way, the muscles hurt and my hole hurt and my whole body was in pain. It was like I felt alive for the first time ever in my whole life. And I was too!
And I liked hurting because: he had hurt me and then he comforted me and I liked that. And if he said, did I need more? I always said, Yes.
Po was so strong and considerate and caring and also beautiful as well as hung! And conscientious looking after me. He really loved that, you know?
"Stand up straight," he said and started hurting me. "That's better," he said with a grin and carried on, smiling as my agony became so extreme I had to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming. When he stopped it was like my whole body was being washed with warm water, or a hot light, where the hurt went deep inside me and I just held him, because I loved him so much. And I felt grateful for him punishing me because it made me feel good to be his bitch and I was so proud of him.
And the funny thing is the more it hurt, the more it humiliated, the more I wanted. It was just like he promised. I could feel it happening. It was like I was developing this infection, like it was all I needed. And I was happy, in a way that felt like it was all I had ever needed.
He said, 'Your bum is like a peach especially when it's red like one, and the hair, it's like a hairy peach!' Yeah? But like I said, I think it was hard on him; I was worried in actual fact - except like when I saw his great penis rise up, yeah, I knew he was fine.
He had this athletic way of fucking; lots of sweat and he grunted with each thrust like it was a tremendous effort, all the energy he was throwing into it. And all of that was going into me, like a massive engine.
Yeah and sometimes when he was close to cumming he would collapse onto me and whisper into my ear, "Yeah man take me, take all of it bitch." Thrusting up deep. "Keep your cunt tight. I've fucked cunts but yours ... is the best. Don't loosen up til I'm finished yeah. All I wanted to do is fuck your cunt. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Keep it tight. Oh babes I love fucking you. Do you love me fucking you? I love fucking you ..."
I could feel it.
I grinned, yes.
But them he slapped my face real hard, fucking me hard. "Well show it then! Fucking tighten up and hold it tight when I fuck it and tell me you want it!" But then he went back to just pumping my hole and cuming in me, which was loads.
Afterwards, when he was relaxed, he was on the bed with me. "Lick me clean," he said. Which I did.
His cock was still covered in cum and arse juice what had run down onto the bed. I just wanted to smother it on my face. And while I was licking him he just watched me without saying anything.
So I think he was pleased.
But I think it was hard because later, when I heard him on the phone with Jobal, Jobal said if he wanted help ... yeah? He could get help.
So that's what he did: he got some help.
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 54