*Hey! This is just one of my kinks. I’m not really a writer so I’m sorry it’s not as good as some other stuff on here. Hope my story gets you guys as horny as I was writing it.*
We met online a few months ago and we’ve spent every night talking to each other ever since – we shared the same kinks, similar goals and the same understanding that I belonged under you. It didn’t take long for you to gain my trust, which came to me as a surprise; I felt myself growing more and more attached to you, my need to please you growing stronger. I fucked myself for you to see in every way you told me: I sucked my toy until I gagged, I slapped my tiny tits and ass, I fucked my pussy, hard, while telling you that women were inferior and that I belonged to you. When you told me to fuck my ass, I cried a little, asked you to please not make me fuck my ass, but I did it: the pain mixed with this deep pleasure that was not physical, but psychological. I knew I belonged to you.
The next step was for us to see each other, which is how I found myself here, in your house; I was wearing one of my cute little dresses while cooking dinner. It has only been a few days but we already had our little routine – you would work for most of the day and I was expected to keep the house clean, tidy, to cook for you and to keep your cock warm. You had told me that you expected me to serve you tea just the way you liked it three times a day, take off my dress and kneel under your desk. You wouldn’t even acknowledge my presence. I would unzip your pants; sometimes you were already hard, and I would struggle to get your entire length in my mouth, at times gagging, which would make you slap me. I wasn’t supposed to make any noise. Sometimes you weren’t hard, and I would feel your cock growing in my mouth – I really loved when that happened, I felt like such a good girl. You would always cum in my mouth but so far you were never really rough – strict, yes, and dominant, but you never caused me pain.
Today felt off, though. I knew you had a particularly important meeting, you told me as much last night after you fucked me and beat me for adding too much salt to the chicken, but the information slipped my mind once we cuddled and fell asleep. You had the habit of waking me up by fucking me – the first few touches would go unnoticed, but I would wake up as you stretched my tight pussy with your cock. I wasn’t always wet, so fucking me wasn’t always easy: you were too big for me, we knew that, but you found it was a turn on for you, especially after finding blood on your cock after fucking me. You really enjoyed squeezing my neck and I did too: you would tell me I was all yours, that my body belonged to you completely and you would never let me leave. We had previously discussed that it would be best for you not to finish inside me because I wasn’t on the pill. Every morning after fucking my pussy, you would grab me by my hair, force me to get on all fours and proceed to fuck my face, finishing in my mouth. Sometimes you would plug my ass. I never liked that. You knew I didn’t – which is why you did it so often, as you told me. You didn’t fuck me awake this morning.
I woke up an hour later than I usually did and you were already working from what I could tell. I assumed I was going to get in trouble later – for not making you breakfast – and the thought of you pinning me down and fucking my ass scared me a little: it never felt good, you didn’t want it to feel good, and I could still feel some pain from the last time you punished me. I had bruises the shape of your fingers around my breasts. “This is the only attention your pathetic little boobs deserve to get, you stupid whore” is what you said as you slapped, squeezed and bit them. My neck was also bruised, my arms too, my lip a little swollen from when you hit me. When I called my dad on Skype, I kept asking myself whether he noticed the bruises or how uncomfortable I felt. You liked the idea of marking my body as yours. I liked it too. The way you hurt me made me feel like I was damaged goods – a feeling I was well accustomed to – and I was so grateful that you wanted me. You knew I had little to no experience, having only been with one other guy before you; the age difference, almost 20 years between us, made me feel almost inadequate. I always felt better after you fucked me and called me your dirty little whore.
I was in the process of preparing your tea when you came out of your study. I heard the door but I assumed you had to use the bathroom or grab something somewhere. I was looking for your favorite tea – maybe I hadn’t noticed it had run out, which was definitely another thing I would be punished for – when I felt your hand around my hips, gripping my skin there and I knew it would bruise. You knew it too.
“Hey. I thought you were working today…” I said, but you didn’t bother replying. You bit my neck, hard, and I whimpered. “Sir… that hurts.” Your hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, my ass, and then pushing the upper half of my body down towards the counter so my ass would stick up. You still said nothing, even after ripping my panties and putting what was left of them in my mouth. I assumed I was being punished, but usually you would tell me what I did wrong. This felt more primal. You inserted two fingers inside my pussy and it hurt; I was too tight, you complained once. I didn’t get wet fast enough, though you learned to appreciate that fairly quickly – it made it easier for you to punish me. It wasn’t for long though, as you quickly removed your fingers from my pussy, unbuckled your belt, whipped out your cock. You usually took your time fucking me, but not now. One thrust was all it took for your cock to be fully inside me and if it weren’t for the panties muffling my scream, maybe people would have heard it.
Your hands were on my shoulders now as you fucked me. There was no warmth or love in the way you used my body. There was an uncomfortable pressure on my shoulders and I felt relieved for a second when you grabbed my hair instead. “See, I thought I had found a useful whore so imagine my surprise when I found out that you’re nothing but a lazy, worthless, cunt.” You said, and one of your hands now spanked my ass. I felt myself getting wet, and you made fun of me. “You’re just a dumb slut that is only good for taking cock. Not even that.”
Your words stung a little, more so than your handprint on my ass, more than how my neck and throat hurt now that you were choking me. You were cruel, nothing like the person that spent months calling me princess. “I’m not punishing you, you know. I’m taking what’s mine. You’re my free use pain slut. Look how wet and pathetic you are.” you said, still choking me. I felt an uncomfortable pressure behind my eyes as I was running out of air, unable to make any sounds and barely able to register what you were saying to me. You let go of my neck, took my panties out of my mouth and flipped me. I now could see your face – and I felt a little more scared. You looked so cold. Like a predator.
You grabbed the knife that was on the counter and held it against my neck. I started crying. I remembered the times I fantasized about this and now that I could feel the blade against my skin, the fear setting in that you could end me right there, it wasn’t as hot as I thought it would be. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll be better. Please don’t hurt me” I begged. I felt uncomfortable looking at you: the person I loved so much, and who had so much control over me, looking so emotionally distant. So detached.
“I’m fucking you because I want to. I will hurt you if I want to. You are all mine. Your tight little body, your mind, your fucking soul, you are all mine.” You said and one hand slapped my pussy. I flinched, my neck pressing more against the blade – I knew it cut me. Not too deep but it hurt. You looked a little concerned for a second, but it didn’t last for long, as you went back to fucking me. “You’re never leaving me, you fucking slut. I’m gonna fill you with my cum. I’m gonna breed your tight, young pussy.”
Your thrusts were a little rougher now, not as consistent, and you even dropped the knife, deciding to grab and squeeze and slap my boobs instead. “You’re gonna have such fantastic boobs. I’m gonna rape my babies into your tight pussy. How are you gonna go back to college? Huh? You’re stuck with me, bitch.” While this felt like it lasted for so long, I knew it didn’t take more than 10 minutes for you to finish inside my pussy, filling me with cum. It was my first time having anyone cum inside me and it had happened after you raped me. You let me go and I fell to the ground. Everything hurt, my pussy was so sore. You looked down at me and said “You better make something good for lunch, slave. Now that you’re going to stick around, you better earn your keep. Don’t clean yourself up.” I was no longer your princess, I realized, or your baby girl. I was your slave, to be bred and raped. It felt almost peaceful knowing my place.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rcw1x9/your_free_use_pain_slut_cnc_breeding_1700_words
I loved this! Very hot and well written
Plays right into my degradation kink, I am here for ALL of it.