SATURDAY MORNING
I did not sleep well that night. I wasn’t sure if it was the fact that I was slightly terrified I was going to inspire a Criminal Minds episode, that those pictures of me tied up and covered in cum were going to be immortalized in an evidence file folder after my parents identified me, or that I had ligatures on my wrists from the cuffs cutting causing me pain and awkward explanations later. I decided it was mostly because I was pretty sure I was going to urinate myself if I fell asleep at this point. I try to roll over onto my side to get comfortable. My pussy is still dripping wet and I feel like a good gust of wind could launch me into a mind blowing orgasm.
Around 7 AM the door creaks opens and I pretend to be asleep. The room is lighter now, with the daylight streaming in the egress window. I feel a large body spoon me and hands begin to explore my tits, playing with them and rubbing the nipples. Pinching them roughly. Feeling the warmth of his body and his springing erection, I know he is naked, and I love how his body engulfs mine as he rolls me over into the bed. He loves to touch my soft body. I don’t feel quite as afraid anymore. I open my eyes and turn to face him.
He grabs my face and looks into my eyes, “Good morning, you little slut, I’ve been wondering if you dreamed about me?” I blush and smile at him, attempting to figure out the best way to phrase it: I need to tell him to unshackle me, to let me go home, to let me pee for god’s sake. I’m hungry and it’s not an innuendo. I don’t know what our safe word is. We didn’t talk about one.
“Last night was fun and I think we should do it again, but really, I’ve been chained to this bed for almost six hou-“. He cuts me off with a slap to the face.
“You won’t speak to me like that without permission or being asked, you little cunt”. I’m totally shocked into silence for a few seconds. I continue, “I just really, really need a few minutes to clean myself up in the bathroom”.
He slaps me again. “What the fuck did I just say, whore? Well maybe if you’re a good little girl, and not the filthy cock tease you’ve been all week to me – I’ll give you five minutes alone in the bathroom to clean yourself up, you dirty skank, sleeping with my cum on your tits. Five minutes. And you better not be touching yourself or your little pussy, I’ll know if you have been. That pussy is mine and you are not to touch it or any part of you without me watching. And you’re not leaving this basement. You’re here with me. These walls are concrete, there’s no one that’s going to hear you scream, and no one that is going to miss you until Monday morning. You are mine and at my mercy until then, so you better start treating me with some respect or you’re going to experience punishment like you can’t even fathom.”
He flips me back face down onto the bed, and gets behind me as he lifts up my ass into the air and gives me a large smack. I wince because while I haven’t seen myself, I am sure my ass is raw, red and bruised from the belt in the middle of the night.
He slips a few fingers along the slit of my pussy. I know how wet I am. “God your pussy is so wet, you like this, and you’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you? I knew it. I bet you dreamed about me fucking you just like this….”
He gets behind me and mounts me, slipping his cock into my pussy and grabbing my hips. I take him in and it’s more than I’ve ever had before – it’s painful but it feels so full. His balls are bouncing off my clit slightly every few thrusts and I feel the slight tingle of a potential orgasm build in me. My pussy is stretching to accommodate him, and his body rams into me, I almost fall over. I feel weak. My bladder is full and the sensation makes every thrust feel sensational and kinky. “Yeah your pussy is even tighter than I thought it was going to be, you’re no whore at all, but god you’re meant to be fucked like one, you little slut, taking this entire cock, what a good little girl you are. Be a good girl, tell me how much you needed this cock….”
I scream to him, “Oh god, I needed it, I wanted you so badly to pound me until I’m sore and can’t take another thrust“.
He grabs my hair “and how bad does your ass need to be covered in my cum, you cum slut?”.
I beg him, “Please drench my ass in your cum, I want it dripping down my thighs”. He pumps a few more times and pulls out and shots a load of cum all over my ass and groans.
“Well, now you’re learning how to be a good little girl. I’m surprised. I’ll take off your handcuffs and let you get cleaned up, but put those sexy panties back on. NOTHING ELSE. That’s all you’ll be wearing today. And absolutely NO TOUCHING yourself without my permission. You can come up and then join me for breakfast, but I’ll warn you…” he adds while slipping his fingers back into me. He seems caught off guard and lost his train of thought. “Fucking god, so tight. I know what I’m going to be having for breakfast”.
SATURDAY MORNING CONTINUED….
He uses a key to undo my handcuffs and I sit up. I am surprised that the marks on my wrists aren’t as set and red as I thought they would be. It feels glorious to move my arms freely for the first time in hours. I slowly get up but find it difficult to walk when I stand. My pussy is sore. My ass cheeks are sore. My throat is sore from being choked. And I have a blister on my foot because I haven’t worn those fucking heels in ages. I’m dizzy and exhausted.
He walks me to the bathroom in his basement, reaches in and turns on the light. “I’ll give you twenty minutes”, he tells me, “I think you’ll find everything in there that you’ll need, just remember – you don’t get to cum yet. If you make yourself cum, I will know, and you will be punished severely and humiliated. The rest of the weekend will not be enjoyable for you at all”.
I look at myself in the mirror, first examining my ass. It’s less bruised and more swollen, and only hurts slightly to the touch now. I guess I better not let him know that part or he’s sure to whip me harder next time. I’m not sure how hard I can take it yet.
I turn on the water and step into the shower, I wash off my make-up and the two loads of cum. It’s a shame because I have nothing with me to reapply or style my hair with. I don’t think he’s concerned about it. As I wash my pussy, I am a little uneasy to discover: blood. I’m bleeding slightly from his rough fucking, but it excites me. I’ve never been fucked with such a primitive passion before. I wash the rest of my body, not sure how much time has passed and step out of the shower. He’s standing there, fully dressed, just looking at my wet body and hair – my dark blonde hair in wet wavy curls. He hands me a towel.
“I know I said twenty minutes but, I am the one who makes the rules and breaks the rules here and I had to see what you looked like fresh out of the shower. You look so delicious. I want to taste that clean little pussy just to make it all dirty again.”
I take the towel from him and dry myself off while he watches. I am feeling a little uncomfortable, having had body image issues for years, and men constantly belittling me for how I look or trying to change me. Having someone so intently stare at my naked form that I barely know felt strange and uncomfortable. I don’t say a word to him, not entirely sure if I’m allowed to speak or not. I don’t get the rules, but I’m already in a lot of pain and would hate to bring anymore upon myself at this exact moment.
I follow him upstairs, solely in my panties, and into his kitchen. He gets behind me and lovingly caresses my body, exploring every inch of my torso with his fingers, smelling my hair and kissing the top of my head while pressing me gently against the kitchen table. He turns me around to face him and tilts my chin up to look at him, “I like your face better this way anyways. You’re a natural beauty and you should show it off, you have no use for all that make up. I like your body too, I think from this point on any dates that require you to be clothed are just going to have to be forfeited.”
He leans me back onto his table, and spreads my legs wide. He reaches into his kitchen counter drawer, and pulls out a few black ropes. They look familiar, the kind of ropes I had bought with a previous boyfriend whom I had tried to convince to tie me up to no avail. He lovingly ties my ankles to each leg of the table, kissing the inside of my knee while he secures the knots.
“I know I just told you to put these on, but they’re going to have to come off again,” he tells me while he pulls my panties down to my calves. He pulls me by my hips to the edge of the table. He sucks my clit, gently at first, and then begins to run his tongue in micromovements up and down my clit, creating a hot friction that has me glad I’m laying down, because I am feeling weak at the knees now.
His fingers begin to fuck me, slow and gently, and I let out a soft moan. I squeeze around his fingers and I hear him laugh quietly and know he enjoyed that. He begins to finger fuck me faster and sucks my clit harder. I’m afraid to get too worked up, I’ve been teased for the last 8 hours. I feel like I know where this is going though.
I arch my back, but moving is difficult with how securely my legs are tied up. I reach my hands up to my breasts and start pinching my own nipples. He stops and looks up at me in disbelief and sighs. “You aren’t supposed to touch yourself without my permission, now you get to be punished again, you’re a god damn stupid slut.”
He gets up and leaves down the hall way to the basement, and when he returns he is spinning the handcuffs around his finger and eyeing me. He sits me up and cuffs my wrists behind my back and slams me back down. It’s uncomfortable.
He leans on the table and starts to play with my nipples absent mindedly, deep in thought. “I’m sorry if I’m being a little hard on you, but you need to learn how to be respectful somehow. I’m just trying to think about what it is you need to remember not to be so disrespectful”.
He unbuckles his belt. I wonder how he’s going to whip my ass with that if I’m already tied up soundly to his kitchen table on my back.
Before I can think much else, he flicks his belt across my nipple and I let out a legitimate shriek.
“God I’m glad I didn’t gag you like I had planned, your screams are absolutely delightful”, he laughs.
He does it again, and again, and I can tell he’s done this before with the precision of his strikes. He comes around to the other side of the table, and begins hitting my other breast with his belt an equal amount of times.
“Tell me, you stupid slut, when I tell you not to touch yourself, do you touch yourself?”
“No,” I sob. “No I don’t, I don’t touch myself without your permission”.
He hits me with his belt now across my soft stomach and it shakes. “You’d think such a smart girl could understand such a stupid, simple demand, you senseless little cunt whore, I ought to fuck your ass and invite my friends over and let them all watch me.” He strikes me again on the stomach, “I bet a few cocks fucking that fat pussy and fat ass raw and cumming inside you and all over you again and again would teach you that when I tell you to what to do, you listen, or you’re going to be very sorry”. He strikes me one last time.
I am practically sobbing from the pain, whimpering and too afraid to speak, too afraid to do anything. I’m trying to understand the rules.
“Now, I’m going to let you cum just this once, just because I want you to, and only because I am letting you, not because you deserve it but because I want to watch your body seize out of control. I want you to cum and feel these lashes redden all over your body while you do”. He drops his belt to the floor.
He returns to the same drawer with the bondage ropes in it and retrieves some clamps. He fastens them onto my sore, abused nipples. Leaning down, he returns his mouth to my pussy. He licks my clit furiously and finger fucks my cunt. He stops only to say, “Yeah you’re still wet, you like this don’t you, stupid whore? You get off on this, I know it. You are filth just as I suspected.”
His tongue is invading my clit now, as he sucks on it and runs the tip of his tongue along it. I am so close to orgasm, I thrash and wiggle and scream. His fingers stretch my pussy and the pressure and contact sends me over a cliff. I spasm around his fingers, I scream out so loudly I’m sure the entire block has heard me. My body shakes and twitches uncontrollably. I pull at my cuffs and the ropes around my legs. I feel the contractions deep inside of me, the walls of my vagina, still sore from the proper fucking I took earlier, squeeze his fingers intensely with abandon.
He stands up and towers over my naked, sweaty, red body tied to his kitchen table. As before, he reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone and takes a few pictures of me. He zooms in to get a few better pictures of my beaten breasts. He takes off the nipple clamps and I gasp, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”. The removal of them is far more painful than the duration of wearing them. Leaning down he whispers into my ear, “This is going to be fun for me. I knew from the first moment I saw you how badly you needed to be punished”.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/318oav/write_to_excite_part_ii_he_knew_i_must_be_punished
That was incredibly exciting and arousing to read! Looking forward to the next part.