Larry eagerly brought her to her bedroom. He sat her down on her bed and began kissing her. She quickly kicked off her high heels. Brianna had no intention of backing out. Her only escape was to have sex with a new man. She had never had sex with Larry. Larry’s kissing grew more passionate, with his right hand stroking her lower back where the dress left her skin bare. Larry’s right hand gradually moved up and around from her back up towards her breasts. Once he pressed on her breasts, she winced.

Larry looked concerned. “What’s wrong?”

Brianna wasn’t sure how to answer his question. “They’re… sensitive.” She realized there was no way to get him to fuck her without showing more skin. “Let me show you.” Brianna stood up and removed her clothes, leaving her naked and exposing the lines on her breasts and cunt from her whippings.

Larry’s eyes went wide. “Who did this to you? Why didn’t you tell me before? Spanking butts is one thing, but your breasts and cunt?”

Brianna quailed. She had been on her way to a release from two of her awful rules. She could see that Larry was metamorphosing into a knight in shining armor. He was planning to defeat the black knight to rescue the damsel in distress. Except this damsel didn’t want the shiny knight to go fight the black knight. This damsel wanted the shiny knight to fuck her. She wanted Larry to rescue her, but she couldn’t say anything about her real problems. It was unlikely Larry would be able to rescue her tonight from all the rules. She also had a much more pressing need.

“Look, I told you, please don’t ask me anything about why things are horrible, We had a deal.” said Brianna.

“I know. I want you. I don’t understand what’s going on. Who did this to you?”

Brianna sighed. “I did it. To myself.” Then she struggled to figure out what else she could say. She wanted to be truthful, but she could say so little of the real truth. The alcohol also made it hard for her to think, but she tried. “You don’t know me as well as you think you do. My life has been horrible recently. I have problems I can’t begin to explain to you.” True so far, she thought. “Trust me when I tell you that I desperately want you to fuck me. Now. If you do, I think I can stop whipping myself for now at least.” She was surprised she was allowed to say that much. She felt oddly grateful to her tormentor.

“Okay,” said Larry. He was shocked by Brianna’s state, but also turned on. He had wanted to fuck her for years. Her request was completely out of character, but she was offering him exactly what he wanted. He gently laid her down in bed on her back. He removed his own clothes and got into position between her legs.

“Take me,” she begged. She lay back and made it clear with her passive body that he was in complete control. He pistoned into her cunt, slowly at first, faster over time. She gazed into his eyes with need and sincere gratitude. Finally, he came.

Brianna now had choices, but she had to make them quickly. She could only remove two rules. She had acquired three new ones. Any rule beyond the two she removed would become permanent, so she needed to choose wisely. The whippings were obviously something she wanted to remove. If the whippings stayed, she knew she’d soon never reject another proposition. She didn’t like the edging. Being sexually needy after being propositioned was dangerous, especially considering that she wouldn’t be able to give herself release. The heightened risk of being caught was also humiliating. At least only one or two people might catch her masturbating each time she did it. The pictures were in many ways worse. Brianna never wanted strangers to see her nude. The morning pictures would lead to the world seeing her nude in humiliating positions, every day. The morning nude pictures might end any hopes she had for a long-term acting career. Well, at least for the kind of career she wanted. Brianna decided to remove the whippings and the morning nude pictures.

She realized things had changed. She had a new permanent rule: within an hour of not accepting a proposition, she must edge while kneeling nude and facing a fully open door. This was in addition to her other permanent rules. No telling. No resisting or complaining. No penalizing. No panties. Spend an hour with her mentor every week while nude. Get drunk at a singles bar two nights in a row, with a break up to four days.

She knew there was nothing she could do to eliminate the permanent rules. Those rules were now a fixed feature of her life. Their purpose was to make her more submissive and pleasing to men, and these rules would make sure of it. There was a big risk of getting more rules in the future, too. “No” would be a dangerous word for her to use. She realized she was a stupid bitch who needed to learn to say yes. She shook her head. The rule with that phrase was gone, but the thought it had beat into her did not seem to be fully going away.

“You said anything sexually,” said Larry. “How about you turn around and present your lovely ass to me?”

Her anus still hurt. Her ass was sore from the whippings too. She had assumed Larry would not be into anal sex. She hadn’t thought Larry would be into discipline either. Maybe he wanted to do something else. Yet she knew that if she said no now, she’d get another rule. That rule might be even worse than all the previous rules. Fear of another rule rumbled in the back of her brain. The alcohol in her blood also made it hard for her to put up much resistance. Besides, she had made a promise to him that she would do anything for him sexually. She needed to keep that promise, even if he took advantage of her in ways she hadn’t expected.

“Sure,” she said. She rolled over, got on her hands and knees, and presented her sore ass to Larry for whatever he wanted to do next. She’d always thought of him as a vanilla kind of guy, but she realized she could be completely wrong about him.

She wasn’t sure what he’d do now, now that he’d cum. Then she realized it didn’t matter. She no longer had the mental energy, or the courage, or the will, to resist anything he asked her to do tonight. She had promises to keep, too. After everything that had happened whenever she resisted, tonight she was going to be a model of submissiveness. She was his slave for the night. She’d do whatever her ruler commanded.