When Rene Calls Chapter 3

"Yes Rene...Yes I want to be your whore." I said through my stiffled crying.
"That's a good girl Chrissie." he whispered as he took two ice cubes from his glass and began to slide them gently across my red, welted,
burning ass. He continued to apply to the soothing ice cubes to my tortured backside while he tenderly stroked my hair. After a while the pain in
my butt cheeks began to subside a little. I found myself beginning to purr like a contented kitten as he softly stroked my hair.

He continued to sip his drink while he attempted to ease the pain that he'd so recently inflicted upon my ass. Eventually he stopped caressing
my ass with the ice cubes and lifted me to my feet. He untied my wrists, turned me around and unzipped my cocktail dress. He roughly yanked my
dress from my shoulders, the fabric gave way with a loud ripping sound as he tore it down and off my body. He roughly pulled me against him and
kissed me. The kiss this time was not the soft and tender kind he had given me earlier but a rougher and noticeably more violent.
Once he finished his rough kissing he shoved me away from and I barely was able to remain on my feet. That seemed to upset him almost like
he had intended for me to tumble to the floor. He reached out and grabbed a hold of my Christian Dior brassiere, hooking three fingers between the
two cups of the bra. He roughly yanked the bra and the thin delicate fabric was easily shredded. I was now standing before him in just my heels,
stockings and garter belt. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me closer. He slapped once across my right cheek and then roughly kissed
me again. Then using my hair he pushed me to the floor.

"Now my sweet little fucking tranny whore I want to see how you can suck a cock." he said.
I landed unceremoniously on the floor looking up at him as he quickly opened his pants and extracted a beautiful, stiff cock. I reached up for his cock
preparing to wrap my lips around it.