Helen part four

[Myron Cumberland]

Sigh...this will be the final installment of the Helen saga.  There's a lot of pain, mental and physical, involved.  As a feminist, Helen was very much into far left politics.  I myself am apolitical.  But I saw the opportunity to get into political squabbles that would lead to me getting my rocks off with angry kicks and knees, then mind blowing sex.  How wrong I was.  Watching the debates, I kept making snide remarks about the idiocy of the Left's candidate.  That earned me a hammerfist where it counts.  Helen did it almost as an afterthought.  She didn't laugh or smile or even smirk as I rocked on my knees in front of her.  She just sat there and watched the rest of the debate.  Then she called one of her friends to babble about how it went, completely ignoring me.  When she hung up, she looked down at me and said "Next time, shut up".  She was unapologetic.  We didn't have sex, although I did spend the night.  In bed, I moved to embrace her, and she aimed a raised fist at my gonads.  Something in her eyes told me to back off.  In the morning, I think I was forgiven, because we had slow, meaningful sex that she initiated.  I held my tongue for a few weeks, content with the occasional playful backhand or mock kick, which amused her more than the actual kick, the "fear" in my eyes intoxicating for her.  During the presidential debate, I pushed it too hard.  I cheered for everything the president said, and mocked everything Herbert the Pervert(my name for him...she didn't like that at all)mumbled.  Have you ever gotten a double knee, a hard knee and then another directly after it?  I squeaked out a whimper and collapsed on her living room floor.  Again, no sympathy or feelings whatsoever.  She left the room to go take a shower.  When she returned, in a robe and a towel wrapped around her hair, she ignored me as she painted her toenails.  I decided to try a different tactic.  I told her, between groans, that if she continued to be violent toward me because of political differences, maybe we should take a break until after the election.  She was startled.  I don't think any man had ever stood up to her before.  She was immediately apologetic.  She leaned down to hug me and beg for my forgiveness.  Her robe fell open.  You can probably guess how the night ended.  She did all the work, though.  I was in pain and discomfort for two days.  It looks as though a part five is needed.