The kids are away. It’s our first time alone since this stupid lockdown started. You were up early taking them to their grandparents ensuring maximum time alone. I stayed in bed, dozing.
You get home and come upstairs, taking advantage of my sleepiness to tie my wrists over my head and bring me to my knees, looping my wrists trapped in bondage rope over the hook that hangs above the bed. You make me shift my hips backwards so that both my ass and breasts are thrust out and available. Once I am posed to your satisfaction, you cast a critical look at my attire. Clad in nothing but and old white undershirt of yours, I feel naked under your gaze. You smile, a dark, menacing, delightful smile.
You reach for the shirt and grab it just below the collar. Before I can protest, you pull your hands apart in a quick jerking motion, ripping in from top to bottom, leaving it hanging from my upraised shoulders. My juices begin to flow, you like all my lingerie too much to destroy any of it. You leave the room for a moment, only to return with scissors. You make short work of the remaining fabric, cutting the sleeves and tossing it on the floor.
You put the scissors away and grab your phone as you inform me that this time you’re going to document what a slut I am. You know I love to take dirty pictures of myself. You order me to spread my knees wider and thrust my nipples forward. This makes my position all the more precarious as my legs are already beginning to tremble from arousal. You gag me and begin snapping shots. Without you having touched me, my nipples twitch and harden as you move around me. My pussy clenches on open air as you take both distance and close-up photos of it, getting the camera to tight it presses between my thighs.
You put the phone down and remove your shirt, 18 years of my cooking has left your abs a little covered, but your biceps and pectorals are still ripped, and I bite into the gag a little, watching you. You remove the gag, as much as you like the aesthetic, you love to hear me moaning and whimpering (especially since we usually have to be quiet). You kiss me gently, your hands roaming my body freely, pinching, tickling, stroking, pressing, finding all my sensitive spots to heighten my arousal. I lean into your touch, the warmth of your hands and your mouth against mine, makes my centre throb and ache. You pull away, leaving me swaying against the chain.
You step forward and reach into your pocket pulling out a set of clover clamps, held together with an intricately woven chain. I growl low in my throat arching my back further to present my nipples to you. Most women will say clamps hurt and that part of the pleasure of the experience is the intense feeling when they’re placed or removed. My 38G breasts would seem to be in obvious agreement with how responsive they are to the lightest touch, but instead, I love every moment of the clamps, I’ve never felt any pain from them, just pure overwhelming pleasure, enough that if you leave them on me too long, they can wring orgasms out of me without any further stimulation.
You attach each clamp after ensuring my nipples are fully erect, tugging and rolling them, even suckling and nibbling until you’re satisfied. The chain hangs swaying gently from being attached, adding sensation, making me moan quietly. You open my toy drawer to find the vibrator linked to your phone. You turn it on & check the charge before slipping it inside and making sure the external portion is nestled against my clit. You pull out the crop and close the drawer. You play idly with your phone triggering the lowest setting of the vibrator, a slow rolling pulse, so gentle I can barely feel it. It starts in the clit, twitching against it, before moving inside and starting at my entrance before moving up.
You pace around the bed, gently tracing various parts of me with the crop, my shoulders, my waist, my stomach, the swell of my breasts, my hips and thighs, and finally my ass. You stop in front of me and place the crop in my mouth for a moment, reaching for the chain dangling from my breasts and pulling it, gently but steadily as you increase the vibration to the next setting. My hips buck slightly, just enough to be noticable. You smile that dark smile again and warn me that I’d best hold still if I want you to play. I mumble an affirmative as you take the crop dropping your phone in my view so I can see the program you have triggered.
You maintain your grip on the chain as you stroke my breasts with the edge of the crop, down under the curves as the side, up over their full mounds, catching the fold of the crop head as you run it over the tips of my nipples. ‘slap’ the sound is soft as you connect with the side of my breast. ‘Slap’, again you hit the same spot, drawing a whimper from me. ‘snap, snap, snap’ you connect with my stretched nipple, just the tip, ripping a gasp from me. You repeat the process on the other breast before releasing the chain.
The crop trails a path down my stomach, slapping once or twice as you move behind me. The flat of the crop traces the cleft between my buttocks, before rubbing gently over my lower lips. You withdraw the pressure as I beg softly “please, master.”. You reach forward and part my lips, dipping your finger inside. “You really are a naughty whore, aren’t you Babe?”. I can hear the menace in your voice as I answer helplessly “Yes Master, I am a naughty whore”. You pull away and I can hear you lick you finger. “I guess it’s a good thing I planned on punishing you then isn’t it?”. I tremble with anticipation “yes Master, please punish me.”
‘Swish, Crack’. The crop connects with the top of my backside. I yelp, you haven’t given me time to prepare. Over and over you swing the crop, turning my ass a dark rosy pink. Tears flow freely down my face, as I whimper and plead for forgiveness. “Please Master, I’m sorry I’ve been so naughty, please, I’m sorry Master!” You set the crop on my lower back, balancing it. Your hands begin to massage my aching flesh. “You don’t really mean that do you Babe? You love being roughed up, don’t you?”. My whimpers turn to sighs as the pain in my backside eases. “Yes Master, I love it when you use me hard, don’t stop Master please!”
You retrieve the crop and slip the vibrator out of my pussy. My ass tenses, anticipating the next stroke, but it doesn’t fall on my cheeks. The impact falls directly on to my clit, my body spasms with release as my orgasm crests. You pull the crop back and another stroke connects, this time with my drenched lips. Again, you strike connecting with my clit and lips, I moan helplessly loving every impact. Each touch of the crop brings another orgasm and a fresh spurt of juices from my centre.
As I hang limply from the hook, you lift my arms gently allowing me to lay back. You untie my wrists and I wrap them around your neck pulling you down for a kiss. Your chest grazes my still clamped nipples unleashing fresh waves of pleasure. You pull away long enough to strip the dark denim and boxers off before rejoining me.
You release the clamps before engulfing my nipples in your mouth as you shed your Master persona, revelling in the taste of my skin. You place kisses down my belly before dipping your tongue into my glistening orifice. My fingers tangle in your hair as I pull you back up to my mouth. “Please, I need you inside me.”. Happy to oblige, you rub your swollen head down my slit, coating it in moisture.
With one slow thrust you fill me fully, your head nudging my cervix, your pelvis pressing my clit, and your testes resting against my backside. You rest your weight on your elbows, your mouth on mine, your chest brushing my hypersensitive nipples with each movement. My hands find your lower back, pulling you into me further. I moan against your mouth as you withdraw, feeling your shaft leave me until just the very tip is resting at my entrance. You thrust against, still slow. As you descend into me, my nerves are on fire, no less sensitive, despite the hard use they saw only moments ago.
As you thrust, your tongue and mine dance, and I watch your eyes grow dark. Your pulse quickens as does the pace of your hips. My fingers brace in your back and my legs lock around your hips. The muscles in my centre begin to tense from the outside all the way to my deepest depths. Your primal groans mix with my sighs as we both begin to reach the peak. Each thrust of your hips now ends with a grinding motion as the contractions increase and my core begins to milk you.
My body tenses as I crest the highest rise, you drive into me at an impossible speed, taking advantage of each pulse as you begin to send rope after hit rope deep inside. My legs hold you long after your thrusts cease, and we doze off for a morning nap, you still semi-hard shaft resting in my spasming core.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/n3yasy/hooked_mfmdomfemsubrope_playimpact_playbdsm
Incredibly sexy and sensual! Really loved this