Prostitute Locates Her Position: Day 2
ding You've got a message from Jack, said Ellen's phone. "Got any plans tonight?"
Ellen was thankful for bathing the day before. The train journey home had been a bit too much for her. She was way more excited to talk about what happened with Jack the previous night. Being a devout person, Jack had helped Ellen through a crisis of faith, and she was very grateful.
Ellen replied: "How about coming over to my place tonight?" She believed she'd have more control over her desires at home, in God's hands.
Ellen Jackson, MD PhD JD FRCS spent a sheltered life. She has no flair for fashion, her own hair, no visible bust, but her nipples are pointy and pointedly perky.
Missing a single Sunday mass is unthinkable for Ellen, who's been following this routine for as long as she can remember. In her 37 years, she's focused on learning, studying, and testing. Her academic achievements are manifold, but spreading love has never crossed her mind. She now wants to avoid being a 40-year-old virgin.
As medical college begins in a year and a half, Ellen has time to work on her personal life. She has calculated to the day how much time she has left to find someone, fall in love, get married, and get pregnant. Unfortunately, she's left with five days.
Unlike Ellen, Jack Florence has never bought a lottery ticket. Yet, once he was just walking, when the wind blew a winning ticket directly into his face. It wasn't a million-dollar winner, but $50,000 is $50,000. He'd won a door prize contest for a meeting he hadn't even attended. Jack's luck is unmatched.
Jack is not a believer. He's a jerk. He can only remember two girls who've been with him. His first was Cindy Fuller, and his last... Well, let's just say it wasn't a success.
Jack's coworkers are having a competition to see who can corrupt the most innocent girl. Heather, the scout leader, wore a butt plug at a family scouting event. But it wasn't enough to win. He didn't even have the photo as proof.
Day 2
Ellen spent her day decking up her home for company. She made sure everything was spotless. And she was cooking her family's favorite dish - tater tot casserole. It's the kind of meal that says, "I'm bride material." Ellen also picked up her first bottle of wine.
She had always thought Christians shouldn't drink. But Jack showed her a verse from the bible that changed her mind. Her new motto is now, "If the Lord wants us to drink, we will drink."
She read that wine and beef go well together, so Ellen took three bottles of Wild Irish Rose.
Ellen waited for 7:00. The doorbell rang exactly on time. Ellen quickly smoothed out the dress she had picked. It was a beautiful floral print, and her shoulders got quite a puff. The lace at her neck was pristine white, while the blue of the gown and the floral pattern were in vivid standout. She wore slippers at home.
She let him in, all smiles. Jack looked great, dressed in some fancy suit. Pants pressed perfectly, and shoes shined in the light reflected.
"Welcome, Jack. It's so great you came over."
She offered her cheek for a kiss, but Jack just took in the sight of her place.
Jack's thoughts were still on Gina, Frank's daughter. She was now working in the mailroom and getting an internship. Jack had a present for Gina, who brought the package into the office. Jack activated a door lock switch under his desk and went around to take it from her.
He threw the package aside without thinking and gave Gina a smile. She immediately smiled back. In moments, she was on her knees, unzipping the package.
Gina lacked experience, but made up for it with persistence. As she was enjoying Jack's penis, she coughed up some saliva and it fell on Jack's shoe.
"Clean that up," he snapped.
Gina immediately got on the floor, licking Jack's shoe, trying to clean it.
"Great job. Finish now."
Jack emptied his cum down Gina's throat, and she almost threw up. He zipped up, activated the door switch, and the door slowly opened. Jack sat down, started typing on his computer. Gina stood up, looked at him, spat out the remnants of his semen, then went to work, grabbed the mail cart, and walked away.
Jack thought about Gina. Licking his shoe must've been unbearable for her. Ellen made a promise to herself to keep looking, keeping faith.
Jack shifted his focus back to the here and now, and Ellen's atrocious attire. Thankfully, it wouldn't be worn for much longer.
"Whore, stand before me," he commanded to Ellen. She grinned as she assumed her position before him. She thought she had turned into a whore the previous night. She enticed Jack, she danced on his dick without his permission, she was a rapist and a slut.
She even made an attempt to achieve an orgasm without his consent. She paid the price, her penance was intense, but it worked. She thought she had exorcised her demons along with Jack's help. She was going to demonstrate that to him this evening.
Jack slowly circled around Ellen, scrutinizing her from all sides. Ellen may be disheartened to learn that the work she conducted on her shirt's white collar was unappreciated, as was her dress.
"You're smiling, are you content?" Jack inquired.
"Yes, I haven't had a second date... Ever."
"Sir."
"Sir." Ellen corrected herself.
Jack was relieved that his expression was hidden from her view as he shook his head. He picked up the garment by its hem and inspected her legs. There were no traces of the script from the prior night. Her face was also spotless. He could only presume the remainder of his effort was also washed away.
"Was it challenging to remove the ink from your body?"
"It was, sir. Particularly on the parts of my body that I couldn't see without assistance."
"Sir".
"Sir. Forgive me, sir."
Her self-assurance was faltering. She couldn't recall such a simple mundanity. He liked being formal, she liked being formal, she should be able to accept this and address him with respect. Her gaze drifted to the floor as her thoughts clarified.
Jack unfastened the top button of Ellen's dress. He waited for a response from her. He could discern her pulse to decipher her thoughts. Lustful ideas continued to surf through Ellen's mind.
She envisioned Jack's punishments the prior day. How he had slapped her with the back of his hand, how he had inscribed offensive words on her flesh. Offensive, but truthful.
She also remembered how she folded to his dancing. How she allowed her clit to be stimulated, how she then sought to stimulate her clitoris. She felt like a whore, a slut, like trash, like filth.
On her way home, she recalled how two vagrants exploited her, how they revealed her assets, how they smeared their disgusting cocks over her face and breasts. How they unloaded their semen on her face, and down her back.
She recalled how the semen flowed down her buttocks and in-between, and how their semen rested on her lips and how she accidentally ingested it. She remembered how she had yet to atone for those transgressions. She would disclose this to Jack.
"Master, I must confess. I've also sinned against myself."
"Against yourself? Am I a deity you worship?"
"No, Master. I simply mean that we are in a union. I am imploring your pardon."
Jack was stunned. He knew his co-workers followed her from his apartment. He had commanded them to grope her, reveal her, spurt on her. He wasn't certain if she would acknowledge it, but there she was.
"And why precisely would you be seeking my forgiveness?"
Ellen inhaled deeply and exhaled. She recognized the severity of her penance would be harsh, as it was the prior night. She prepared by kneeling on stones all day, practiced maintaining her libido in check. She was prepared.
"Master, on the train I continued to sin, so I knelt. I observed people get off the train and more board. As the train became crowded, there were two men who took notice of my atonement. They exploited me, Master."
"So, it's not your fault then?"
"No, Master."
"You are not free of sin?"
"No, Master." Fat sad tears formed in Ellen's eyes again. She attempted to fight them off as best she could.
"Kneel, whore."
Ellen kneeled, replacing each knee with the spot her foot previously occupied. She continued to gaze at the ground, dreading looking Jack in the eye.
"You called me Jack earlier. Whores such as yourself are no longer authorized to address me with my name. You will refer to me as Master, am I understood?"
"Yes, Master."
"Alright, time to start making amends." Jack began to undo the buttons on her back. He yanked the dress off her shoulders carelessly. He didn't have a kind touch, either. He noticed the camisole; it looked exactly like the one he had torn apart last night.
"Get up, whore."
"Yes, sir." She spoke confidently as the dress dropped to the floor, and she stepped closer to him.
"First Timothy 2:9 states that women should dress modestly and decently. They shouldn't entice men with their body. Didn't you do that last night?"
"Yes, sir, I wasn't modestly dressed. I enticed those men on the train."
"Leviticus 18:20 claims I am to be punished for the sins of my family. Ellen, do you adore me?"
"Yes, sir, I love you. I love you from the very depths of my soul."
"This makes us a family, so I have to pay for your sins as if they were my own. This means I will determine when your wrongdoings are atoned to me. Get down on your knees, whore."
Ellen knelt. She had never felt such elation in her life. Ellen could sense the food starting to burn. "Sir, the food..."
"Speak up when I've spoken to you, whore. What do you want thus far?"
"Sir, the food is burning."
Jack went towards the kitchen and yanked the dish from the oven. He saw the casserole filled with potatoes and cream of sh*, and he was appalled. He walked in the direction of Ellen with a clear goal.
"What the hell is this sh***?" He lifted the pan to show her. He flailed his wrists, and the pan along with the casserole flew over her head and landed behind her.
The pan clanged as it landed, the resonate sound lingers in her head for a few moments. Some of the vegetables ended up near her feet, and she could feel the heat.
"Stand up, whore."
"Yes, sir."
He assessed her once again - her camisole, her tights, and her underwear. He pulled the camisole over her head. He yanked her tights and underwear down. "Take them off, right now."
Ellen swished off her remaining clothes, and now stood before him wearing nothing, in front of the large mess that was supposed to be dinner. She was aware that she deserved this punishment, that it would enable her to become a better Christian, and that it would bring the two of them closer together.
She had a fleeting thought about what their wedding might be like, and how she only had five days left to create this. Jack snapped his fingers in front of Ellen's face.
"Where are you, idiot?"
Jack whacked her lightly on the head with an open palm. He was aware that his strength was significantly greater, but he'd never hurt a woman. He was just emphasizing his point. She was in deep thought, she ought to be here with him, in the present.
"Clean that appalling mess immediately, I'm going to locate something to consume in this dump."
Jack left the room to find food in the refrigerator.
She couldn't keep the smile off her face. The man of her dreams was in her kitchen, in her home, making it feel like his own. She employed her hands to clean the mess, as she didn't want to trouble Jack with any more requests, he was ravenous.
She managed to get all the meat, potatoes, and veggies back into the pan and moved it near the entryway. She also folded her garments and placed them adjacent to the casserole. She decided that she would be more comfortable sitting there, so she knelt.
Jack, who had managed to find something to eat in their abode, came back to find Ellen kneeling, naked, in front of her front door. He gazed behind her, noting that the cream of whatever the hell soup was still on the floor and wall. "Bitch, you were told to clean that trash up. Now begin licking it off the floor."
Ellen responded as she has been conditioned to respond.
"Yes, sir."
She took a tiny pause, then glanced behind her at the wall, her knees remained stationary on the floor.
"Hey imbecile, come here. Keep your knees fixed while you bend over to lick that filth off the floor."
"Yes, sir."
Ellen was pleased with the opportunity to obey. Her short height was perfect for being bendy in all the right places. She remained with her legs locked and her heels on the ground as she bent over and began to lick the floor clean.
Jack, who had found something to soothe his hunger, returned to see Ellen kneeling, naked, in front of the entrance. He looked behind her and observed the cream of whatever the hell soup still all over the floor and wall. "Bitch, I said clean that shit up. Now start licking it clean."
Ellen responded the way she has been programmed to respond.
"Yes, sir."
She slowly gazed behind her, her knees remained in place on the floor.
"Hey moron, you're going to need to stand up. While you're doing that, lock your knees as you bend over to lick this shit from the floor."
"Yes, sir."
Ellen was content with satisfying his wishes. She climbed to her feet, her knees still locked, and bent over to lick the floor spotless.
While she was dutifully licking the floor, he found just the proper-sized wooden rod in a craft box.
He flicked it against his hand and it stung. Perfect, he thought. He relocated to Ellen's rear end, clutching the rod in his hand.
"Proverbs 13:24 says a father who cherishes his child will correct him." And with that, he smacked the rod hard into Ellen's left buttocks. He savored the red mark's formation, it precisely resembled the rod.
Ellen's tears were no longer from happiness, but from agony. It's heartbreaking for her to realize that she's let down the apple of her eye, Jack. She felt like a dud. The blow she just reciprocated was well-deserved, especially since Jack took responsibility for her transgression. She'll have to do better.
The smack on her right butt cheek is now crunching just as powerfully as before.
Jack was delighted as he admired the matching bruises on Ellen's ass. He wanted to make her his, and it looked like his plan unfolding. He thought to himself, "This little girl can sure take a punch!"
He abandoned the stick and wound up his right arm. He needed to kneel down a tad to get the optimal angle. He smacked Ellen on her ass, hard. His palm impression was immediately perceptible, and the welt was still growing as he hit her with his left arm. Jack chuckled as it seemed like someone was holding a stick with both hands on her ass.
"Do you enjoy that, slag?" Jack goaded.
"Yes, Master, I thoroughly enjoy that," Ellen responded.
"You're finished, stand up and turn around."
"Yes, Master." Ellen turned and stood. Her nose was level with Jack's sternum. Jack knew since the first button of his vest was right at his sternum and Ellen's nose was about an inch away from it.
"You've continuously sinned, knowing it'd harm me," He circled Ellen as he berated her. "You've persisted in sinning. You've also sinned against OUR Lord and Savior but, more importantly, against ME!"
"Please forgive me, Master," she pleaded.
"You'll pay for your wrongdoings, cunt." Jack got hold of the rod again. "Hands out."
"Yes, Master." Ellen stretched out her hands for her love.
Jack lifted the stick and brought it down with such intensity that he thought it'd shatter on her fingers. Jack scrutinized Ellen's face for remorse. Whether it was there or not, his actions had already been set in motion. Jack hoisted the rod up again and held it there.
Ellen's breaths were jagged as she braced herself for the blow to her fingers. She didn't allow any indication of pain to overtake her entire being.
"Whore!" Jack shouted as he swung the rod down a second time. "Psalm 23:4, my stick will bring you consolation." He muttered between clenched teeth as he swung the rod down a third time, full of force. "Put your hands down."
"Yes, Master." Ellen lowered her hands.
Her medical training predicted she'd sustained a hairline bone fracture in her fourth metacarpal of her left hand. Six weeks of being immobile, she decided to tape her fingers together as soon as she could.
Jack then encircled Ellen, strolling around her until he stopped in front of her. He raised the rod again, this time above his shoulder. He snapped it forward strongly and knew he'd nudged the target just right. A thin red line crossed both nipples.
Ellen drew in her next breath through her teeth, as the pleasure and torment conflated within her. She was powerless to suppress the influence this would have on her body. Even without her brain's transgression, this would evoke a reaction.
Jack snapped the stick once more, this time horizontally, the bizzy end entrenched in hair. He knew he was in the proper place, though. Ellen's breathing betrayed her and signaled that he'd struck the right spot. Her oh-so-sensitive clit was being clobbered.
"Did you experience pleasure, filth? Don't lie to me," Jack growled.
"Yes, Master, I enjoyed myself."
"Show me," Jack demanded.
Ellen pointed, through her thatch, to her red, swollen clitoris. Her touch unleashed the same intensity, meaning the same amount of wickedness.
"I can't see anything through all that jungle." Jack instructed.
Ellen rose and stepped into the bathtub, lowering her frame into a sitting position, the water merely reaching her pelvis. Her public hair danced in the water.
She had never shaved her vagina. She didn't refer to her vagina as a pussy. This is all new. Her new love is teaching her so many things. She had a myriad of things to learn.
Jack tenderly and carefully removed the hair from Ellen's delicate private area with his razor. The soft strokes revealed her previously hidden, pale skin.
He continued to shave the outer parts of her genitals and even moved down to her thighs. Once he'd finished, he made sure her entire area was bare by using his hands to check for any missed spots.
"You shameless woman. I'm not pleasing myself with you, I'm just making sure all the hair is gone. Any enjoyment you get from this is a sin, and you'll be punished for it," he sternly warned her.
Despite his warnings, Ellen couldn't help but find a bit of pleasure from his gentle touches. His fingers easily moved over her clit, and she could almost feel his finger sliding inside her anus.
To avoid her feelings, Ellen pictured the time he threw food at the wall and the terrible names he had called her. She thought of all the crude messages he'd written on her body. She needed to recall these moments to stay focused on her task.
"It's done," Jack said confidently. However, he couldn't resist exploring her smooth, bald pussy. He longed to dive into it with his face, lick from her anus to her navel, and even penetrate her anus with his tongue.
Jack was aware that Ellen enjoyed it, but he knew she was meant to enjoy only his pleasure.
With a resigned look, he helped Ellen out of the tub and dried her with the softest towel he'd ever felt. He gave her bottom a tender rub as his handprints from earlier remained visible and the welts were still raised.
"Get on your knees," he ordered.
Ellen obeyed, noticing how his trousers had fallen to the floor, leaving his erect penis exposed. She stared straight ahead, ensuring a perfect view of the lump in his underwear. She refused to look away, despite how painfully difficult it was to comply.
To cope with her feelings, Ellen recalled the emptiness she had felt for so many years, the countless days and nights and nights without love. She had found strength in suppressing her tears, but learning to restrain her lust was a completely different struggle.
He sat on the edge of the tub and removed his belt, folding it in half before gripping the buckle. Ellen hardly noticed his movements, but her nipples were burning with pain. She'd been punished for her sins; her future husband was restructuring her to be a wonderful follower of Christ.
He then undid his trousers and dropped them to the floor. Ellen hesitated, but stayed in position, fearing the consequences of any deviation.
"Shave me," he commanded.
Ellen's anxious hands trembled with anticipation. She knew she had to maintain control, so she focused on the task. She began with his mons, followed by his thighs and balls. She even had to touch his penis when shaving the shaft. Jack told her to do it with intention, so she slowly ran the razor up and down to ensure there was no hair left behind.
She was about to declare the job complete but Jack once again stopped her. "Make sure there's no hair left on my shaft, or you'll be severely punished," he said.
"Yes, sir," Ellen complied, making sure the area around his balls was clean and double-checking his perineum and the area surrounding his anus once more. She used the palm of her hand to check the shaft, as his skin was more sensitive.
"Good," he said with certainty, satisfied with the results.
Jack knew he wouldn't feel fully satisfied until he'd had his way with her. "Lie down on your stomach," he instructed.
Ellen complied, feeling his hand smack her buttocks hard. She let out a small scream, but hushed it promptly. She remained completely still as he continued spanking her. She could feel the sting in her ass and the sharp pain mingled with the fluttering in her cunt.
All the while, Jack stared at her the entire time, enjoying her body reacting to his touch, her lips parted, her breaths shallow and uneven, and even a slight glistening moisture on her sex. He watched as his dick grew harder with each passing second, his pre-cum drenching the length of it.
"That's right, slut," Jack moaned, running his hands over her smoothness, his index finger slowly working its way up her asshole. "You deserve this; you've been thinking about this for years."
Despite herself, she trembled, tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn't dare let them fall. In her mind, she was back to the time when she had craved being restrained, cherishing the control someone exerted over her, visualizing this moment.
Now, as she knelt submissively in front of him, tears rolling down her face, he was the one in control. Once again, she was at his mercy, her heart throbbing with desire, accepting his fair warning that she would be punished if she sinned.
A thrill of excitement and fear swept through her as he withdrew his finger from her ass and slapped it against her backside. He would make sure there was no more sinning for her - there would only be submission. And that was okay - that's all she'd ever wanted.
"Jack, please," she whispered in a desperate voice, "Let me taste your cock now."
He held her back, however. "No, not now." He instead let her taste the pre-cum that ran from his swollen shaft. Ellen greedily swallowed it, relishing the idea that it was a reward for being obedient.
Ellen started rubbing Jack's penis. It was her first time doing this, and if you asked her later, she wouldn't have called it rubbing a penis, she'd say she was smoothing out any hair left behind from the shave. She kept her hand moving for a while.
"Sir, ..."
"Continue, check for any stray hairs."
Jack's member was being rubbed by the most devout woman he'd ever encountered. His mind was spinning, trying to predict what would happen next.
"In Genesis 38, it's mentioned that it's wrong for a man's sperm to be wasted. The Lord was pleased when Judah had his neighbor's daughter and had sex with her. She gave birth to a child and was blessed."
Ellen was delighted by Jack's interpretation. She'd read Genesis numerous times but had never heard it explained that way before. He is such a knowledgeable man. But why was Jack talking about producing babies? Then she realized that she was, in fact, stroking Jack's penis.
"Sir, are you about to release your seed?"
"Yes, that's what I just said. Hurry, cover the tip with your lips. There's not enough time for me to get it inside you."
At Jack's instruction, Ellen brought her lips close to his tip. She didn't expect him to yank her head so forcefully towards his member though. His penis was now on her tongue, nearing her throat.
Ellen was a novice, as expected. Jack didn't have time to instruct her properly, so when she bit him with her teeth on the way in, Jack balled his hand into a fist and shoved it into the back of her head. This taught Ellen that her actions were incorrect, and it surprised her, causing her to gasp, allowing his penis to go deeper into her throat.
Ellen began to cough and gag, but Jack stroked her hair and made a soothing noise. This calmed Ellen. She pictured herself swimming underwater, where there was no air.
She's a very talented swimmer and can hold her breath for a few minutes at a time. Ellen's naiveté prevented her from considering what she was actually doing. She thought of the act as a favor to Jack, and blowjob was a filthy term.
She was to be commended for preventing Jack from wasting his seed. The serenity that overtook Ellen comforted her and relaxed her throat. Jack was able to push Ellen's head down until her nose touched his pelvis.
Jack pulled back, so the head of his penis was at the entrance of Ellen's mouth. Ellen recalled Jack's instructions and tightened her lips around her teeth.
"Use your tongue to push it up, it'll assist you." Jack guided.
Jack was ecstatic. He was receiving a blowjob from a date from the most traditional Christian dating application there is. Jack leaned back and appreciated the blowjob that Ellen was giving him. He wasn't about to pull out, as Ellen still needed to learn how to swallow.
"Genesis 38, my love, the Lord disapproves of a man's seed being wasted. Consume every last drop, my darling."
And with that, Jack urged Ellen's head back down. Ellen suppressed her gag reflex and relaxed her throat. Jack's hips began to undulate, and his penis moved around in her mouth and throat.
She felt his penis retract, then an explosion happened inside her mouth. Ellen sucked in sharply through her nose to prevent any spilled semen. She attempted to swallow, but Jack's member was making it difficult for her to swallow properly.
All Ellen could do was relax her throat and allow the semen to flow down. As Jack's penis retreated from her mouth, she felt multiple more spurts of cum. She used just enough suction to keep the liquid inside as his penis started to retract.
"Make sure there's no wastage." Jack advised.
Ellen thought this was an excellent suggestion, since she didn't want to sin again. She took him into her mouth again and sucked gently until his penis relaxed and returned to its flaccid state. It was a good thing she held on to him, his penis was filled with semen, and Ellen was happy to catch every last drop.
She detached it with a loud 'pop.' His penis landed on his thigh and a small amount of semen escaped. Ellen extended her tongue towards Jack's crotch, eager to please the Lord.
Jack was drained, he relaxed in the tub for a few more minutes, then exited the tub. Ellen dried him off delicately, using the same towel.
"You prevented us from committing sin, thank you." Jack said as he embraced Ellen for the first time.
Ellen felt gleeful. Her strategy was going according to plan. She was such a devoted Christian, and Jack was a great provider for her. Jack dressed and left, pausing momentarily for Ellen to catch up with him.
The front door to her house was open, and Ellen was naked. She was unsure of what to do, she knew that exposing oneself was a sin, but defying Jack was also a sin.
"Kneel," Jack commanded.
Finally, the choice was made for her. She couldn't possibly sin if she was obeying Jack's orders. She was pleased.
Jack flung the door wide open as he departed. Ellen stayed kneeling down until Jack was no longer visible. All she could think of was this: four more days left.
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