Staring up at his tall frame, a sudden wave of submission coats my mind and body. His darkened eyes confirm the palpable shift in power, and I become His. With one swift movement, He snakes His arm around my waist and swivels me around until I am trapped between His strength and the cold wall. The coolness seeps through my thin mesh top doing all it can to control the fire spreading between my thighs as He gently lowers his lips to meet mine. At first, His lips are tentative and teasing, as if testing the waters until eventually growing into a deep and urgent desire and I find myself begging to be closer. Pulling away, He grabs my left arm and effortlessly throws me towards the bed.
‘Bend over.’
I comply instantly as if it were second nature, as if He commands my brain and I am merely the body that follows. Bending over, I feel a welcomed draft swim up between my thighs as my obscenely short skirt rides up exposing my pantyless behind, courtesy of Sir’s orders. Suddenly, a sharp sting travels through my right cheek and straight to my sweet spot. He rhythmically continues, His heavy hands simultaneously soothing and swatting. With each blow a low guttural moan escapes me, and I feel the tension in my body dissipate and bliss take its place.
‘Take off your clothes. Kneel and wait for me in the bathroom.’
‘Yes, Sir.’
Standing upright and with a swift kiss to the lips, I remove what little clothing I have on and silently tip toe towards the bathroom. Opening the door, I am met with a soft towel lay out on the floor awaiting my knees. As I turn to kneel, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, naked and at His mercy. I take a deep breath, drop to my knees, assume Nadu and patiently wait with my eyes closed and my breathing steady.
I hear Him before seeing Him. My eyes remain shut waiting for His permission to look up. I feel His hand softly cup my chin, tilting my head up to meet His hungry eyes. He stands before me, gloriously naked with his thick, long shaft teasing my eyeline. I fidget as I resist the urge to take Him into my mouth without orders. Lest I forget, this man can read my mind; He delivers a sharp slap to my face. No doubt he noticed the dark and disobedient hunger that flashed across my face.
After what feels like an eternity, He gifts me with a taste sending me into a frenzy. I yearn to take all of Him in my mouth. Without a second thought for my throat, I push myself deeper onto him, trying my best to fit His incredible size. I begin to feel my eyes prick with tears and my gag reflex plea for relief, however, oxygen comes second to Sir. He stares deeply into my eyes, admiring His property, pondering whether it has earnt it’s breath. Eventually, deciding my throat has taken a thorough abusing, I am rewarded with a brief gasp for air before He swiftly forces my head back down to repeat the process. I admire Him as he revels in the symphony of my cries and gags and my fight for air. With my eyes watering and spit streaming down my chin to my breasts, I’ve never felt more beautiful. Suddenly, my head is yanked backwards by my ponytail. I stare devotedly at his spit covered dick and the webs of saliva that connect us. Without warning, a stream of piss erupts from His dick, and I instinctively open my mouth to catch it. The warmth fills my mouth, spilling as it travels down my chin, covering my breasts, further teasing my rock-hard nipples. Eager to please, I take His pissing cock deep into my throat, sensually teasing Him with my tongue, greedily massaging the piss out of Him and basking in the liquid warmth.
Like all good things, His stream comes to an end. I lap up the last few drops licking Him clean. As a reward, He violently grabs me by the nape, lifts his leg and buries my piss-stained face between His cheeks. I inhale deeply, revelling in His intoxicating scent and further assist by pushing my face deeper into Him. I begin to lick and tease at His hole until I am feasting like a starved predator on its prey. He draws me back and delivers another slap to my face.
‘Good girl.’
His deep voice vibrates through my body and the edges of my mouth curl up into a timid smile before reassuming Nadu, waiting in anticipation for His next command. Without a word, He turns to exit the bathroom returning seconds later carrying a beautiful black and red fur-lined leather collar and leash. I beam up at Him as I raise my ponytail to assist.
‘In.’
He gestures to His shaft. I obey and take Him into my mouth, cockwarming Him as He securely fastens the collar around my neck. Leaning back, teasing His finger along my cheek, He sharply pulls on the leash, forcing Himself further down my throat and quickly relives me.
Firmly grasping the leash, He leads me out of the bathroom. I crawl needily on all fours behind Him. He positions me kneeling in front of the bed with my chest and hands resting on the soft cotton sheets. His hands linger at my nape and steadily run down the length of my spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. As His fingertips meet the top of my behind, I realise I have been holding my breathe. Every move He makes, no matter how subtle, is deliberate. My body throbs with anticipation and my hips lean into His touch, silently pleading for His touch. My clitoris swells and my pelvis tilts, presenting my glistening lips, puckered up and eager to be wrapped around Him.
I release my breath at the sensation of His fingertips gliding from the back of my knees back up to my cheeks. The welcomed touch distracts me from the fact that He now holds a leather paddle. The first blow lands perfectly, sending a warmth radiating through my skin and a delicious sting to my lips. The second matches this pattern and He continues this blissful torture forcing the knot in the pit of my stomach to tighten. Each strike sends me deeper into the abyss and I feel my mind slipping away. In that moment, I am His and He is mine. With every tease of His fingertips, it’s as if He grasps every nerve in my body and fire swells deep within me. All I can muster is a string of incoherent pleas for Him to simultaneously end this torment and never stop. He responds with gentle words encouraging me towards my climax. It appears as if my cries are heard. He pauses, and I notice an all too familiar buzzing sound. My body convulses as He firmly presses the wand to my clitoris and continues this exorcism of pleasure. I rock in time with the motion of his wrist, mindlessly following the vibrations like a lost puppy.
He pauses briefly to caress my tender skin. I feel the heat on my, now sore, behind and bask in the soothing nature of His touch. Turning around, He rummages around for a condom and effortlessly slides it on. I remain as still as a statue, yet silently begging. Leaning forward, His tip dances along my entrance, spreading the moisture before taking the plunge. With one swift thrust, he completes me. A deep, wanting moan erupts from both of us as we fit together perfectly like long lost pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. I lean into the stretch, wincing slightly as He hits the deepest spot. The pain reminds me that these are His holes to use as he sees fit; I am His property. Pulling out, He thrusts back into me, any tenderness from before has quickly been forgotten and the primal thirst takes over. I flail back and forth, each blow sending me closer to plummeting over the edge.
One, then two fingers slip gracefully into my ass and work their magic, stretching and preparing me for the main event. Once satisfied and with one last powerful thrust, He removes Himself and begins to mercifully tease my ass, dipping His tip in, patiently working me open for the big finale. Stroking my cheeks, my body relaxes, trusting Him and granting Him full access. Rhythmically rocking back and forth, our bodies sync and His presence in the most foreign part of my body, begins to feel all too natural. His words from earlier replay in my head; I’m going to fuck that ass like it’s your pussy. Before I know it, He’s standing by His word. A mixture of moans and cries pour out of from my mouth, and He growls in response as He abuses my hole deeper and harder. I feel myself slipping away. At first, my mind was engulfed in the physical: the stretch, the pain, the fullness. Yet gradually, I begin to reach a state of pure serenity and all that permeates my subconscious is the sweet violation, the power exchange… the ownership. It’s as if I have reached an enlightenment as I finally give my whole self to Him. No hole goes unclaimed. He has marked me as His in every sense of the word. And to cement that bond, He pulls out, spins me to sit up right, flings off the condom and without a moment’s hesitation, my mouth is wide open, ready to catch His release. It trickles smoothly down my throat in large shoots, tickling my tastebuds and immediately, I’m hooked. I watch in awe as His beautiful orgasm washes over His face. His muscles tighten and jerk with each wave of pleasure. His face scrunches up and His soft, supple lips form an ‘O’ as He exhales and His cool breath glides over me.
Slowly descending back to reality, His eyes flutter open and immediately gets to work on releasing me from my restraints. I collapse down onto the bed, defeated. He hovers above me massaging and stroking me back to life, whispering words of praise whilst trailing kisses around my deliciously sore body. I feel euphoric. As if I had just free fallen of a great white cliff overlooking serene clear blue waters yet caught just before the fatal collision by a divine being. Wrapped up in His arms, I pull Him closer to plant soft kisses upon His forehead, cheeks, and lips. I yearn to remain like this forever, yet my shivering shifts His attention.
‘Let me run you a hot shower’.
I want to protest but I lack the strength. The warmth from Him is enough for me. The last thing I want is to be released from Sir’s touch, however, that hot shower is beginning to sound rather inviting…
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