SAMANTHA’S REBIRTH 4

Feature Writer: StuffItInn

Feature Title: Samantha’s Rebirth 4

Published: 18.04.2021 / Religious Fetish

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Humiliation, Domination, Satanic

Samantha’s Rebirth 4

It’d been a few days since my excursion with Ashley. Things were going well for me and as the days passed, I was coming into my own even more. My wardrobe had changed to a more dominant appearance, my complexion was more clear, my eyes began to sparkle again, and my figure was returning. It was a Thursday evening and I’d been home all day pretty much sleeping because I’d spent the night with Carla and Alex fucking and sucking all night…fuck me it was glorious. I’d never felt so fulfilled sexually and spiritually.

The three of us had what could only be described as deviant, evil sex. We praised Satan in our pleasure and I came more times than I could count. I have never experienced such wonderful pleasure in my life and I wanted more. As we fucked, I told Carla and Alex about my new little pet Ashley and how things were developing for my eventual destruction of my worthless son. The most earth shattering orgasm I had was when I was taking a dick in the ass while sucking on a pussy and hearing the encouraging words of evil delights…nothing was even touching my pussy and I squirted all over the place. Fuck me, it was insane.

In my post-orgy ecstasy of the evening, I was undecided what I was going to do for the evening. A repeat of the previous evening would be wonderful but both Alex and Carla had other things to do. However, I always had a pet who could eat my pussy while I delight in her conversion. So I texted her and got in the bath. Afterwards, in just a skimpy black g-string and unbuttoned white shirt, I sat down and did my make up. Dark, delicious, and tasteful was the order of the evening. The dark eyeshadow and eyeliner made my eyes hypnotizing and my hair had never looked better. Ashley said she’d be home and waiting … what a good little girl. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, reveling in how I looked with a slight evil grin on my face, my daydream was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“What!”

“Can we talk?” My useless husbands voice was meek and barely audible.

“What do you want?” My voice was loud and domineering.

“Please, honey…I just want to talk.”

I walked to the door, shirt still unbuttoned showing my toned stomach and cleavage. I opened the door sharply.

“What?!”

Tim went to speak but ended up just gawking at my sexuality. His eyes couldn’t raise past my mid section. Suddenly I felt a surge of power flow me. Letting go of the door and placing my hands on my hips, legs slightly spread, I stared him down. We were close in height though he was an inch or two taller … didn’t matter right now though. It was clear who was in charge.

“What?”

“Can I come in so we can talk?”

I simply spun on my heels telling him to close the door after he came in. My back to him as I rummaged through the closet, I could feel his eyes on me. I was getting damp. Not from him looking at me, but from the power I possessed over him. He would do anything I asked of him right now … I knew it … and I’m pretty sure he knew it.

“What do you want, Tim?” My question was dismissive.

“What is happening, Sam? I don’t understand what is going on.” I cringed when he called me Sam.

“What do you mean, Tim?” Once again, dismissive. I continued to look through my clothes.

“I just don’t know what is going on. You’ve changed and I don’t know what to do.”

I could hear a quiver in his voice. He was truly afraid of something. I was getting wetter. I looked back over my shoulder at him. His head was down by his eyes were glued to my legs. So I slowly, and sexily, turned around to face him, moving slowly toward him until I was right in front of him. I could feel his nervousness; it was intoxicating. I was going to raise my hand to grab him by the chin to look in his eyes, but as I did, he flinched. I was going to have to change my underwear soon because I got another jolt of delicious power that went straight to my pussy. My demeanor changed from curiosity to dominance immediately.

“What do you mean?! What I do and don’t do from this point forward is no longer a concern of yours! Do you understand me?!” I was not quite yelling, but I wasn’t exactly quiet. He dropped his head even further and meekly said ok.

“Ok what?!”

“Ok dear.” Fuck he was a weak man.

“No! Ok mistress!” Fuck I was not a weak woman and was starting to feel very powerful. His eyes shot up at mine. I merely grinned, a look on my face that said I wasn’t joking … he’d seen it before but not like this.

“Ok…mistress.” Bam! I came.

“On your knees. Now!” As i barked the word now I raised my hand like I was going to slap him. He recoiled his head into his shoulders and about fell over. I almost laughed at him but would save that for later. He slowly slunk to his knees. He then, just as slowly, began to raise his head; I wasn’t going to allow him to look upon me so i grabbed a handful of his hair and shoved his head back down.

“No, you fuck. You keep your head down in the presence of your mistress. You only look at your goddesses body above the knees when she allows you to. Do you understand?!”

He resumed his head droop and acknowledged like a good little slave.

“You weak little man! Worthless! What ever did I see in you that made me think you were a man worthy of me?” His body began to rise and fall as he had begun to cry. “Are you crying?! My Lord, what kind of man cries like a little bitch?!” I was really dumping my frustration out on him. “Stop that! Now! You will not cry in front of me! Do you understand?!”

Once again, a meek response from him followed with the word mistress.

“Good. Now that we understand each other, I can explain a few things to you. I am in charge. I am your only reason for living. I am your everything and you are nothing. You’re only purpose in life is to please me. Do you understand, you fuck?!”

He raised his head … a look of shock and disbelief on his face. I slapped hit hard and he dropped his pathetic face downward again.

“What did I tell you?! You only look upon me when I allow you!”

“Yes, mistress.”

I began to take my shirt off as I didn’t want to get it dirty for what I was about to do next.

“Get on the bed, on your back, eyes closed!” I then slid my g-string off … fuck i was wet.

“You rarely did this to me in our marriage, so you have years worth of pussy licking to make up for.”

I slowly crawled onto the bed. I worked my way up his worthless body feeling his nervousness. I was like a predator right now, and he was my prey. As I passed his crotch, I slid my hand along his dick … hard. Not big, but hard. Good, I thought, that’ll keep him in control. I was lying next to him at this point and whispered in his ear.

“Do you think we are going to fuck?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Hmmm … I don’t think so, you fuck. I think you need to please your mistress.”

I got up and straddled his face so I could only see him from the nose up. The look of power on my face must’ve been incredible. I felt very powerful … wicked … evil.

“Suck my clit, you fuck!” He complied. Not very well, but he complied just the same. Oh fuck, I almost came immediately from the control, but I kept it in check and began to rock my hips back and forth. I had both hands on his head, each full of his hair, pulling his face further into my pussy. Then it happened…the worthless fuck grabbed my ass. I was furious and sat back on his chest. Then he opened his eyes. I didn’t even have to think, my hands were on auto pilot. SLAP! SLAP!

“Do not look upon me! How many times will it take for you to learn this lesson! And never touch me without my permission! Do you understand me, you fuck?!”

“Yes, mistress.” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

“LOUDER, you fuck!”

“Yes, mistress!” His tears were beginning to seep out of the corner of his eyes.

“Now that we understand each other, where were we?” I spun around this time so I was above his body. The wicked thought in my mind was the mirror that was opposite the bed … I wanted to watch myself get off. I began to grind my pussy back into his face, my hands on his chest. Looking at myself in the mirror, the sheer joy of this power on my face, I smiled evilly at myself. Yes! Thank you Lord Satan for this! What the fuck took me so long? As I praised Satan for my imminent orgasm, I sat up and dropped my weight on his worthless face, reached my hands down between my legs and began to squeeze his throat. Fuck! The power was intense.

I watched myself in the mirror with glee. More intoxicating was watching him start to squirm from lack of oxygen. He was starting to flop around a bit which only encouraged my orgasm. Closer … closer … I was laughing while I squeezed tighter, ground my wet pussy harder into his mouth and nose, I was fucking close. Finally, it hit and I squirted. I gushed actually … It was fucking awesome.

All I could do was grind harder and flood his worthless face with my girl cum. He was really squirming under me which only fueled my orgasm. But I wasn’t so far gone in ecstasy to know if he didn’t get air soon, it could be bad. Of course, if he died, who would charge me? We’re married … how could a court know if this wasn’t something we did all the time? Who’s to say he wasn’t into asphyxiation in our sex games? Interesting…I’ll have to remember that for another time when he has served his purpose.

Rather than the usual post orgasm fatigue, I felt overly invigorated and got off the worthless meat bag that I was unfortunately married to. He was crying again.

“Get up and get out, you fuck. And remember the order of things in my home. Remember your place and your role.” I wasn’t even looking at him when I said this as I had sat back down to finish getting myself ready. He didn’t say anything and slunk out of the room. When the door closed I could only stare at myself in the mirror … smiling at myself … loving my new found life. I texted Ashley and told her I’d be a little later than planned but to have her strap-on ready to go. My dominance needed to be exercised and she was going to be my victim … and she’d love it.

As I sat smiling at myself in the mirror, my mind flashed upon a vision of Hell. In years past, I envisioned eternity in torment. Now, I was envisioning an eternity of tormenting. Satan rewards those who commit their souls to him. A wicked thought entered my mind and my one hand grabbed some lipstick while the other began to rub my clit. I began to draw an inverted pentagram between my tits while finger fucking myself.

“I commit my soul to you, Lord Satan! Thank you for your gift of power! I denounce Christ and devote my life to your glory!” I came and came hard. And when I recovered from my orgasm, I felt nothing but pleasure. No guilt. No worry. Satan would provide and protect and I would the fuel for his kingdom. I wanted to be evil … sadistic … wicked … for my pleasure and Satan’s glory.

Poor Ashley was going to have a sore ass tomorrow …

THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR