A bit of Objectification and Forniphilia [M/f] [Str8] Part 1

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This was originally written as a dirtypenpal response, but since the original poster (supposedly a 19f virgin) deleted the post and disappeared, figured I would share it here.

It was intended as part 1 of several so let me know if anyone is interested in a part 2
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You jerk awake as a hand grabs your hair and lifts your head. Before your eyes can even open you feel the leather brush your face and hair as the mask is pulled over your head. Just like last time your hands fly up to push it away from your mouth. just like last time an explosion goes off in your cheek as a large hand casually slaps you for the instinctual resistance. Your eyes blink on tears of embarrasement for your reaction, your body is His to useand it hurts when it betrays you like that.

He finishes pulling the mask down over your chin and pulls your hair through the hole at the back. As He zips it closed you feel your chin snugged up tightly and then the smooth leather hug and then compress the skin over your entire face except for the two metal eyelets in the nostrils that let your panting breath escape as they bite into the bottom of your nose.

Without a word He grips the base of your hair tightly to guide you and pulls to to your feet, your warm blankets sliding off of your naked body to puddle on the floor. He kicks the blankets out of the way and starts walking, pushing you forward by the iron grip in your hair. You walk confidently, He has never let you hurt yourself while under His control. Only He decides what and who can hurt you.

Your world is darkness and strange muffled sounds except for the loud beating of your heart echoing in your ears as He guides you to the living room. The warm softness of the plush carpet ends as your feet step onto the cool slickness of the hard wood floor. The hand in your hair stops abruptly, jerking your body to a halt. He turns you to the right and the hard leather of His boot pushes against the back of your knees as his hand guides you first to your knees and then to all fours.

You shiver as the warm flesh of your palms and knees settle against the cool wood of the floor. His hand releases your head with a quick shake, clearly signalling you to be still. You feel His presence leave your side and hear the creaking of the floorboards as He walks away. There is a soft clinking sound and the slight rustle of somethings being picked up or moved, and then the floor creaks again as He walks back to you.

Once again you feel His hand in your hair, but this time simply gathering it up and then wrapping a thin cord around it that you can feel brush over your shoulders and onto the floor. You feel the cinch as He pulls the cord taught, then bends your hair over and cinches it again. This time He pulls firmly on the cord, lifting your head with that wonderful ache. He drops the cord and your head relaxes back down.

One hand pushes down firmly on a shoulder while the other smacks you stingingly on the ass. Knowing His will you go down to your elbows, spread your legs and arch your back to give Him easy access to your dripping virgin cunt and your puckered rosebud. His rough fingers push into the crack of your ass and spread it wide. A quick pump by his other hand and warm, wet lube drips onto your asshole and His hand quickly begins rubbing it into the only entrance He bothers to use. You body shivers as His fingers enter you, stretching the ring of muscles and massaging the back of your rectum. He works a second finger in you, straining your still tight hole as your breathing quickens. Just as you begin to pant he pulls His fingers out and you feel a cold steel ball push and twist into your sensitive hole. With a final twist of the ball and a pain filled grunt from you it is in, and you feel it push several inches inside of you as your sphincter tightens around a steel bar that loops out of your asshole and up the crack of your ass.

Once it is in place His hand stops spreading your nether cheeks and lets you enfold the anal hook. You feel Him take up the cord binding your hair and give it a few quick twists, then the other end is pushed through the eyelet of the anal hook and He begins to pull. You know He loves to overpower you, and you love feeling him do it so you duck your head as much as possible until the smooth power of His hands leveraged off your impaled asshole cranks your head back until your neck begins to cramp. He ties the cord off, every twitch on it like plucking a guitar string in your neck as yoru face tries to point to the ceiling.

He pinches your nipple hard while pushing it upward and you awkwardly push yourself back up onto your hands, His caloused fingers sending fire through your nipple helping you to keep your balance. He releases your nipple and the sudden throb pulls a gasp out of your tightly shut lips and it feels like the fire transferred straight to your clenching pussy.

He leans back and takes your bent and stretched form in. Your grin overtakes you as He grunts in satisfaction. He gets up and you hear His footsteps as He walks towards the kitchen. You hear the pop and slow pour of a beer and as He makes His way back the television flips on, cycling through a few channels until something that sounds like a football pregame show comes on. A wet, icy circle settles onto your ass as he sets His mug on you. The couch creaks beside you as He sits down, then your neck screams as He leans back and props His feet across your back and the rope stretched tight between your head and your violated rosebud.

You gasp and slowly, ever so agonizingly slowly, relax your neck and back muscles to accomodate His weight and the horrendous bend. Your breath begins to slow as your body bends to His wishes and you settle in, knowing He will likely be watching His game for several hours.

The sound of the doorbell echoes in the house…

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/kgj3sx/a_bit_of_objectification_and_forniphilia_mf_str8