As he lay down in his bed, tired from his late night run, he reflected on what an important day it had been. He felt like his relationship with Rhea had reached a new level.

He had arrived at her place, probably slightly early. They had briefly talked about her tasks. SHe had been ordered to watch a lot of porn this past week, and she had had to mail her favourite videos to him. They had discussed the stuff she liked, and also the stuff she didn't like.

She was still having trouble with her anal training. Last year, they had gotten as far as being able to take a cock sized dildo slowly, but she had not trained her ass all summer, and the result was that even after 2 whole weeks of using a butt plug, she was still struggling to even get the tip of the dildo in, let alone stand a decent fucking.

It had not been planned, not from his side, and certainly not from hers.

She had asked whether she was allowed to go to the bathroom, apparently she urgently needed to pee.

He had told her to first strip naked. Than as she was naked, he had told her to insert her butt plug, which she did, from her movements, it became clear that she did indeed need to visit the bathroom urgently, but he had been relentless.

He had taken up the bondage rope, and told her to hold her hands above her hard as he tied her breasts. Than the clamps had been placed on her nipples.

Than he had taken the trashcan, and set it down in the middle of the room, while he had sat down on the bed, and told her to go ahead.

She hadn't understood at first, so he had had to spel it out, that she would piss in the trashcan in front of him.

He could immediately see that she didn't like this, but at the same time, she didn't refuse.

All it had taken was "Go on" spoken in an impatient tone.

She had stood over the trashcan, but didn't piss.

"Nervous bladder"

"Doesn't matter, squat down a bit deeper, and it will come"

She had squatted, and stood there. He didn't know how many minutes. And than, all of a sudden, she had started to pee. The sound of the stream clashing against the trashcan made an unholy racket, but at the same time he heard a different sound. A sob

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She was crying, not a single, tear, but truly crying. Yet she hadn't used her stopword. He got up, and went to stand behind her. Caressing her shoulders, untill she was done pissing. Than he had put his hands under her armpits, pulled her up gently. He than removed the clamps, and the rope from breasts. Than he turned her around and than pulled her in a hug. At this point, she had even started to cry harder. He could feel the tears running down her cheeks, and making contact with his chest.

He had not spoken, just held her. When she had stopped crying, he had stopped the hug, and he had wiped the last tear from her eye, after which he had turned her towards the bed. When she started to apologise for crying he had shut her up.

On the bed he had laid her down, and fucked her in missionary style, as he had never done before. He looked at her face, all red and puffy eyed from the crying, but at the same time, she looked more serene than he had ever seen her.

As he was about to cum, he pulled out, and without needing to order her, she herself immediately sat up, took his dick in her mouth, and swallowed his cum, after which she lay back down on the bed.

He had laid besides her for a short time, when he had gotten up, and started to dress, she had stayed in bed.

When he had putten all his clothes on, she spoke to him.

"Thank you Sir" she told him, with an intent expression on her still tear streaked face.

What goes on in your town #6: Nick #2