It’s time to continue the story of Raylene. Like most stories I try to tell briefly, it’s grown into a saga. I posted the most recent episode back in October 2015.
But the story started with us meeting in Raylene’s kitchen, back in episode 1. That appeared in October 2014. It’s been going a while.
You can read all 66 episodes by checking this category: Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive. Click on that category, which you’ll find high-lighted at the bottom of this post. All the episodes are there, in order. And episode 1 is here.
I recommend reading them if you haven’t. Of course I’m biased, but there’s some hot stuff and some interesting stuff there. But If you’ve already read them and you just want to get on with it, here’s a brief outline of the story so far, to help you pick it up again.
The story so far
The saga’s called “Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive”, which sounds a bit click-bait-y, except that Raylene had spent a year or so with a neo-Nazi gang to punish her mother for getting a new boyfriend. Raylene did come to her senses, but when I met her she was still pretty raw from being an ex-Nazi. That explains one part of the title.
And while she’d been running with the boot boys she’d done some very bad things, that I haven’t told about so far. She felt bad about them, and in a different way so did I. If we were going to have a relationship, at some stage we were going to have to deal with that. She needed reasons to forgive herself.
At the point we’d got to when I broke off to tell other stories, I’d been whipping her ass with my belt on the stairs that led up to her bedroom. The odd thing was that when Bellie, her sister and Lynette, a friend of Bellie’s, turned up unexpectedly during that belting, Raylene hadn’t run for her room to save herself embarrassment.
Instead she stayed in position, naked and spectacularly red-arsed, while I talked to her sister and her sister’s extremely disapproving friend. Raylene only got up when I ordered her to go to her room and wait for me. She’d wanted her sister, and maybe Lynette, to see that she was getting whipped and that she obeyed orders. It was an important statement, that had little to do with me.
So when Raylene had disappeared into her room I talked to Bellie, who’d had a thing with me a couple of years back. She knew I was a pervert though she’d turned down the wondrous possibilities that offered her. I also talked to Lynette, who’d hated me from the second she saw the state of Raylene’s bottom and thighs.
Anyway, the outcome was that they’d go out for a while, then come back and make dinner while we, er, got things out of our systems. When they’d left I’d joined Raylene in her bed. Things that happen between a dom and a woman who likes doms happened between us.
But at a moment when I had my cock in Raylene’s throat, and the need to come in her, Bellie and Lynette returned. Bellie pounded up the stairs, partly out of mischief and (though she didn’t say so) partly to check Raylene was ok. She offered us a cup of tea.
Raylene still had my cock in her mouth, and all my attention. I told Bellie to go away. But Raylene signalled, with her mouth still dutifully, beautifully full, that she would, in fact, quite like a cup of tea. If one was going.
So I ordered tea for two. That’s where the story has got to. Now, or soon, read on.