“Strip,” I command flatly. Obediently you pull your top over your head and toss it onto the ground beside you. Reaching behind your back you unclasp your bra letting it slide forward and fall to the floor. Straightening up you stand definitely and look into my eyes. “Everything. Hurry up or you’ll be punished.” You pause considering the possibilities before quickly undoing the button of your shorts and letting them descend your legs. Pushing your underwear down you kick the combined pile to the side. Moving your arms behind your back you stare at me and whisper, “yes sir,” meekly. “Good slut,” I answer before getting a nearby chair and putting it in front of you it’s back facing towards me.
“Sit. Breasts over the back of the chair. Hands at your knees,” I bark. “Yes sir,” you quickly answer before doing as your told. You lean forward as you sit so your breasts drape over the wooden chair back. Pulling four lengths of rope I begin to bind you to the chair. Fastening your wrists tightly at the top of the rear chair legs I look deep in your eyes. “Remember. You asked for this slut.” Your ankles are quickly fastens to the bottom of the same legs. I see you test at your restraints. You can move your limbs a few inches in any direction, but are otherwise stuck in place. Pulling a lace band from my other pocket I wrap it around your face covering your eyes. The world disappears and all you can do is sit and wait in anticipation.
Then I walk away. Each foot step loud and clear as I cross the room. A drawer opens and closes quickly. Suddenly silence. If I’m moving you can’t tell. A wooden clothes pine clasps tightly to your left nipple. You gasp in shock as the sudden pain pulses through you. Before you can catch your breath a second clothes pin grips your right nipple. Your nipples throb angrily as the wood squeezes your excited nubs. It’s ever present. Then the silence returns. “Take a deep breath,” I whisper before flicking both clothes pins causing them to bounce and pull against your nipples. The pain fills you but is followed by a rush of pleasure. A rush of need. You shouldn’t enjoy it but you do. The pain heightens the following pleasure. Your nipples throb in agony and ecstasy.
The room grows quiet again. Not totally silent as your gasps, whimpers and tortured moans are a constant background drone. My foot clatters against the floor to your side. Then it’s behind you. Again silence. The expectation builds inside you. What was I planning next? A spank? A kiss. Your mind races from possibility to possibility. A low hum began behind you. A vibrator whirring inches from your head. The sound faded as it moved lower. Instantly your body shivered as the bulb of the wand pressed against your lips. “Hold this,” I barked. “Yes sir,” you stuttered throughly moans as you pushed your body weight down onto the toy. It vibrates against you and the chair as your lips spread around it bring the excitement closer and closer to you clit. Then they met cashing your whole body to shake. The contrast of the stimulation on your clit and the clothes pins on your nipples made your mind real. It was too much at once. “You better not cum slut. If you cum before I tell you I’m going to spank your ass until it’s raw,” I growl.
I leave you there. Caught in a loop of pain and pleasure. Unable to fully experience one while being totally unable to ignore the other. The sounds you make are no longer moans or whimpers. They’re more guttural. More subconscious. You have as little control over the noises coming from you as you do over what’s being done to you. You’re powerless. You’re owned by me and your own desires. “Open your mouth. Wide,” I spit at you. Suddenly in front of you. You try to figure out when I’d moved. You can’t focus. “Yes sir,” you answer forgetting about anything else. Obediently opening your mouth you wait to see what happens next.
A zipper slowly being undone is barely audible over your frustrated whimpers. Yet it’s there. You know it’s my zipper opening in front of you. You have an idea of what’s coming but can’t even begin to know when. My cock slaps lightly against your cheek. The warm stiffening flesh slaps against you again and again. Each time it grows harder and longer. The final slap reveals its fully erect. Fully ready for you mouth. In a swift motion I pull my hips back before drilling my shaft deep into your mouth. The entire length passes over your tongue and down your throat. You fight through your gag reflex. Embrace it. Love it. You love sucking my cock. You love being fucked by my cock. This is heaven. Your mind squirms against the combined sensation. Everything at once is at an intensity you’ve never experienced.
My hand grabs a chunk of your hair and hold your head in place. You couldn’t move much before but it’s one less bit of control. One more sign of how little power you have. My cock continues to glide in and out of your mouth. Each swing forward causes my balls to slap against your throat with a dull pop. You fight not to gag, but the combined sensation of the clothes pins and vibrator continuing to hum against your clit clouds your mind. All the while your moans grow louder. The orgasm continues to build inside you like a bonfire. “Fight it. Don’t cum. Not until you’re told,” you repeat over and over in your mind. You didn’t want to be punished. You had to maintain. Accept your reward when it’s given.
My hand leaves your head. My cock quickly leaves your mouth. I’m seemingly gone. Your mind continues tumbling back and forth between the pain of your nipples and the pleasure of your pussy. Loud pants and moans are all that comes from your mouth. You soldier on. Don’t cum. Not yet. Instantly the clamps leave your nipples. This does not bring relief. Blood rushes to your nipples heightening your awareness of what you’d gone through. Then the vibrator is removed. You’re left sitting aware of what you had now that you have nothing. What was next?
Your lips spread as my cock slides deep into your soaking wet cunt. Your body quivers excitedly as you fight off an orgasm. You’re so close. If only I’d say the command. “Please. Let me cum. Your slut needs to cum so badly,” you beg between needy cries as each inch of me pushes in and out of you. “Cum for me slut,” I answer softly. Finally you let go. You take it all in. The knot that had been building in your stomach unravels. You’re free. Pleasure shoots through every part of your body in waves as the orgasm rolls through you. “Yes. Fuck yes. God yes,” you repeat absentmindedly. The words aren’t intentional. They simply escape you.
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