I was pretending to sleep, like I always do when you come home in the mornings. Most days it just makes you roll your eyes when I don’t answer your “Good morning, gorgeous”. Not this morning. Oh no, this morning I was not prepared for your response.
This morning I had positioned myself as if I naturally kicked the blankets so they no longer covered my tits. That my mouth was slightly parted so you could wake me up by shoving your big cock in my face. And well…that’s kind of what happened. This morning I must have caught you in a mood because you grabbed a fist full of my hair roughly and when I opened my mouth to gasp you shoved yourself past my lips to hit the back of my throat. I’ve been trying to get better at deepthroating, but I immediately start gagging on your dick.
You’ve never done anything like this before. Sure, you’ve been rough before, but only when I’ve asked. And you always back off when I start struggling or gag. It seemed to happen so fast that I barely had time to struggle to get away before you grunt and slap the back of my head. I squeal and try to jerk back but you’ve got a tight hold on my hair. There’s nowhere for me to go between your hand at the back of my head and your cock sliding up against the back of my throat.
You growl at me and say, “Stop it, you dumb bitch. You keep whining that you want to swallow my cum. You beg me to be rough. You want this. Don’t act like you don’t.”
I moan around your wet cock. You’re right. I did want rough. I did want to swallow your cum, but I never wanted anything like this. I didn’t want to gag until I puke. I turn my eyes up at you, pleading to be allowed to just take one moment to catch my breath. But no such luck for me. You grunt one last time as your cum hits the back of my throat and slides down as I swallow shot after shot of it. I’ve never tasted anything so delicious, but I was honestly glad it was over. My throat was sore, my abs were sore from gagging so hard.
I thought it was over. I thought you made your point and I would stop complaining. But you hadn’t taken your hand out of my hair. You jerked me upright so that I was kneeling on the bed, looking up at your stern eyes. You spit at my face and it slides down my cheek.
“Who do you think you’re looking at, dumb cunt? Lower your eyes unless you are instructed otherwise. I see I’ve been far too lax in your training and that ends immediately. You are going to regret every misstep and you will repent this morning.”
A few tears escape my eyes. I know you are not exaggerating. you may normally be soft on me, but when you say something is going to happen, you do not hold back. I can’t begin to imagine how this morning is going to end. I just know I better obey and right away.
“Turn around. On your knees, slut, and face on the bed.” You roughly push away my head and I get into position. You are rummaging around the toy drawer to grab a pair of heavy metal handcuffs. “Hands behind your knees.”
You cuff my hands behind my knees. My ass is in the air with my face buried in the bed. I know what comes next. You start by paddling my ass and thighs, warming up my skin. The paddle is never enough so you move to the rods. They have more of a sting, but still bearable pain. Well, that is until you continuously hit the same area of my ass over and over, increasing in intensity. By this time I am moaning in pleasure and squealing in pain as you catch a particularly tender part.
Next you take out the crop and the flogger. The flogger is a nice reprieve – it doesn’t hurt nearly as much, but wow that crop kills me. My ass and thighs are a bright cherry red and hot to the touch. Every once in a while you pop me right in the clit. I wail when you do that. You aren’t holding anything back.
“You needy little cunt. What kind of dumb fucking whore gets this wet from a man beating her?” And you’re not wrong. I’m leaking my wetness down my legs. Getting beaten turns me on so fucking much. “You’re not supposed to be enjoying this, stupid bitch. I see I am going to have to bring out the cane. What do you think, slut?”
I hate the cane. It HURTS. There is no point at which it doesn’t leave welts on my skin. “Please, no. I promise to be a good girl. Please.”
“Dumb cunt, you can’t even remember to address me properly? Shit, I am going to enjoy this.” You say with a grin. Not that I can see it – my face is still buried in the bed, but I can absolutely hear it in your voice. You start out small. Ten strokes to each ass cheek. I can already feel the welts swelling.
“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”
“Yes, Sir, I promise I will always address you correctly. I promise, Sir!”
“Good girl. Who’s slut are you? Who owns you, slave?”
“I am yours, Sir. You will always own me, Sir.”
“Good job, baby girl. But you haven’t been punished nearly enough.” You grab the crop again and shove it in my cunt. I am so wet and the crop is a very poor substitute for your cock, but it makes me squirm and moan.
“Please, Sir, please may I have your cock fucking me? My needy little cunt needs it so bad.” You don’t bother answering me, but instead starts thrusting the crop in and out of my cunt while continuing to hit me with the cane. At this point I start crying. I so desperately need to cum and you are starting to hit me harder and harder with the cane. I’ve never been hit this hard and it feels like you are starting to split my skin.
Once you start getting bored of fucking me with the crop, you set the cane aside. You yank me up by my hair once again, my hands still cuffed behind my knees. I am so stiff and skin aflame that it’s just another layer of delicious pain. You run your hand over my ass which leads me to wail again at the pain. You rub the blood from my ass on my face.
“You begged me to beat you more often. You brag you can take any level of pain. I believe you lied to me, Kitten.”
“I promise, Sir, I will never lie or brag again. Please, Sir, you’ve made me so incredibly horny. I need you to fuck my cunt so bad. I need your cum, Sir. I will do absolutely anything you ask if you just cum in my cunt. Please, Sir.”
“Do you think you deserve it, you cum hungry fuck toy?”
“Sir, I don’t know if I deserve it. I just know I need your cum so bad. I am desperate. I will do anything. Anything at all. I promise.”
“Kitten, you forgot your rules. I guess you don’t want me to fuck you that badly.”
I moan in frustration. I know I need it. I am going to go batshit crazy if I don’t get it.
“I am going to give you one more chance. You need to suck my cock good enough that I feel like filling you up. Do your best, slut.”
You uncuff my hands and I get busy sucking your cock for a second time. This time you let me set the pace and how deep I can go. My throat is so sore. I do my best, but I know it’s not nearly as good as when you were ramming it down my throat. You push me away.
“This is a waste of my time. If you can’t even give me head right, what’s the point of wasting my time with your mouth? You haven’t earned the right to have your cunt fucked. I guess I’ll have to use your ass.”
You being in this kind of mood had me worried. I have only had anal sex a handful of times. Sure, it was rough, but based on how you fucked my face, how bad was this going to be? You turn me around and roughly push me onto the bed, again ass up, face buried in the bed. You at least pushed into my ass with care. You make sure I am moaning in pain and pleasure before you start roughly fucking my ass.
You move behind me to step on my face while still fucking my ass. Fucking it harder and harder until the only sound I can make is a gutteral groan and gasping for my breath. I’m starting to slip into subspace.
“You better not cum, you fucking whore. You may only cum when I allow you to. Do you hear me, whore?” I can only groan in response. You pick up the cane and I cannot believe it but you start beating the shit out of my ass as you fuck it harder again.
My groans get louder, I am squirming so hard you step on my face to keep me in place. I am about to cum and you yell at me “I said no cumming, you fucking bitch!” You take your cock out of my ass, stop stepping on my face and move away from me. I growl in frustration. I was so fucking close and I need it so fucking bad. I start begging.
“Shut the fuck up, whore.” You start beating the shit out of my ass and thighs with the cane again. Every once in a while you pause to squeeze my clit and lick my pussy. Every time you do I push myself up against your tongue, needing to cum so bad.
After what feels like forever you shove your huge cock back in my ass, fucking me roughly until you fill my ass with a huge load of cum.
I am completely exhausted, beaten, bruised, bloody and sore. But I’ve learned my lesson. So I get up to make you breakfast.
Such a good whore