“If it doesn’t work out, I’ll come crawling back.” That was the last text I got from her. She’d found a guy that she wanted to try a having an exclusive long term relationship with, and I supported her wholeheartedly. For her sake I legitimately hoped I wouldn’t hear from her again, because she deserves a partnership, like I have. As an ENM Dom I have a primary partner, with a normal family life, and I always kind of hope that my more casual playmates will find something that satisfies them emotionally long term, because with me it’s all sex.
It had been 3 months since I’d heard from her when I saw several texts from her on my phone after work.
“I would like you to fuck me now, please sir”
“at your earliest possible convenience”
“I’d take any amount of you I could get at this point. I keep having this visceral reaction to the memory of you manipulating my body, controlling me, using me forcefully”
“Things didn’t work out because he couldn’t handle me the way you do, when we fucked I kept thinking of you and wanting that passion and force again”
“I need to feel your hands on me and in me now”
She’s on the more tame end of kink than that I usually prefer to play with, but God damn is she a hot little fuck toy, 4’10”, 95lb, long strawberry blond, with pale blue eyes, C cups, lifetime of yoga flexibility, a face like Elizabeth Mitchell, and the most forceful squirter I’ve ever known. Oh yes, I would gladly take control of her sexuality again. She’s just so easy to manhandle where I’m almost a foot and a half taller than her.
“I don’t want to simply fuck you. I believe last time I was promising that you’d be tied with legs spread, so as to leave that pussy helplessly exposed for a good long session of flogging your wet cunt with the horsehair and seeing how much of my hand your pussy can take while I eroscillate you, until you have nothing left to squirt. I’ll fuck you too, but I want you bound helpless, fuck hole. Are you ready to be treated like fuckmeat on a leash?” Was my reply.
” Yes, sir”
” Use me however you please”
” I’m so desperate for you, no one has ever turned me on like this, you awakened something deep inside of me”
” I’m available tonight, please come put me on a leash now, I need it, sir”
Her texts came in rapid succession a minute after mine.
She lives a literal 3 minute drive from me, so I didn’t even bother answering her text, I’d just show up and take her. Quickly I packed a bag of fun for the evening: a collar and leash, ropes, a ring gag, the horsehair flogger, the meanest nipple clamps set she would consent to, one medium sized dildo and the largest one she was capable of taking, a butt plug, the eroscillator, lube, and the liberator wedge cushion. As I left I told my partnered sub that she must stay stripped, on the floor, and was permitted to edge, but not climax, while I was out cuckqueaning her and enjoyint my fuck toy.
I pulled into her driveway and knocked on the door. The look of unprepared apprehension mixed with intense arousal that burned in her eyes was exactly what I’d hoped for when I decided to just show up. I smiled at her with a mixture on sincere affection and sinister desire to absolutely wreck her. She started to nervously greet me, but I cut her off by quickly closing the distance between us and making intense eye contact. She trailed off as she looked up at me, her breath jagged.
As a dominant I take my time, being direct and purposeful, but making my movements slow and deliberate, using time and tension to build arousal. I took her firmly by the wrist and pulled her towards me, running my hand up her back to the base of her neck, firmly grabbing her hair and pulling her head back to kiss her passionately for a moment. As I pulled my head back she attempted to follow me, hungry for more, but held fast by her hair, so instead she reached out with her hands to touch my chest. I turned her head to face her ear towards me to use my secret weapon against her, my voice. I have a deep smooth voice that I’ve previously used for commercial voice work, every submissive woman I’ve ever been with comments on how it does things to her, and I know that when it’s murmured into an ear from inches away the gentle rumble becomes it’s most irresistible.
“Hands to yourself, fuckmeat.” I said gently with a hint of patronizing laughter to my voice. “Arms in the air, slut.”
“Yes, sir” her reply was meek and breathless, her body trembling in my hands, and her obedience immediate.
“Good girl” I said approvingly as I slowly slid her shirt up and pulled it over the top of her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so I gave her nipple a little pinch. She squealed, but didn’t pull away.
“Elbows to wrists behind you, fuck hole.” I commanded. More forcefully grabbing her hair in one hand and her throat in a tight one handed choke in the other, I walked her into the middle of her living room posed her with legs spread while I got into my bag for some rope. I took my time getting her into a tight chest harness, turning her around in front of me as I wound it around her, making sure she felt every way the rope was pulled and tightened around her body, taking moments to press my body against her, grab her by the neck, and murmur into her ear what a good girl she was being . . . Very deliberately ignoring her still clothed pussy, as a wet spot was growing on her yoga pants and she kept humping the air a little as I handled her. Once the chest harness was on I posed her and corrected her posture again, leaving to grab more rope, restraining her arms behind her in the wrists to elbows position.
Now that she was mostly helpless I pulled out the collar, tightened it around her neck, put her into a ring gag, and clipped the leash to the collar. Standing back for a moment I admired my work and the way being so helpless and objectified left her face blushing deeply and her nipples ragingly erect. I decided those nipples needed some clamps, and she squealed and sobbed just a little as they went on.
“Come along, fuckmeat.” I said, picking up my bag, and giving a tug on the leash.
“Yeh, hir” came her obedient reply through the ring gag, drool running down her chin and onto her poor clamped nipples.
When we got to her bedroom, I pulled her to me and grabbed her firmly by the back of the neck and walked her over to the wall.
“On your knees fuckmeat, and keep them well spread. Nose and nipples to the wall, cunt.” She whimpered as her clamped nipples pressed against the wall in obedience. While I leave her kneeling I unpack the rest of my bag, laying out the remaining rope, dildos, vibrator, and flogger on the top of her dresser, putting the ramp right at the edge of the bed. I returned to her with the butt plug and lube.
Grabbing her by the hair, and pushing her nose to to the floor, I command “Present your holes for me, cunt.” She remembers her training well, arching her back and angling her hips to maximize how wide her ass and pussy spread. It’s a lovely sight in those yoga pants. Roughly I pull the yoga pants out of the way and, after a generous application of lube, the butt plug slide into her pink little asshole.
I undo my belt, giving her one harsh strike across that beautiful ass, before pulling her up to kneeling by her hair and hanging my cock an inch from the ring gag holding her mouth open for me.
“Spread those knees for me, cunt.” She immediately corrects her posture as she was trained previously. “Good girl. Is this what you want? Do you want me to use you as my little mouth pussy, fuck hole?” I mock her as she sticks her tongue out through the ring to lick my rapidly growing cock.
“Yeh, hir. Hlea huck I hroa! Hlea hir, I yee ih!” Training subs to talk with their mouths full or gagged is one of my first priorities and I am so very pleased that even over months apart she still remembers what is expected of her as my plaything. I push my cock through the ring slowly at first, using her hair as a whore handle, fucking her mouth deeper, harder, and faster with each pump. She gags, splutters, struggles, and as I mercilessly fuck her throat like just another hole to be used, sobbing into my cock a little from my thickness stopping her breathing and the way they the clamps on her nipples swing with each pump.
I fuck her throat like my own personal pocket pussy for a good 10-15 minutes, then I take off the nipple clamps. Nipple clamps hurt a lot more coming off. The initial punch hurts a lot that’s true, but it’s not until they come off that the blood rushes back. I tug them tight from the middle of the chain to make her squeal, then quickly release them both. She immediately starts crying and I immediately grab her by whore handle and return to mercilessly fucking her sobbing throat.
I had planned to take more time to get to her pussy, but as my arousal rises from using her throat I’m taken with the urge to cum in her hot wet little cunt. I pull out of her throat, grab her by the neck, and pull her up to standing while choking her hard enough that she gets her feet firmly under her for just a moment before they get weak. I suspect she is seeing stars from getting choked right to the edge of our but not quite. I love being the man who literally makes women see stars, takes their breath away, and makes their knees go weak; I just do it by choking and occluding their airway.
Her eyes show a wildfire of passion and vulnerability burning inside her. She loves the choking, which is funny because for the first couple sessions that had been a “limit” and as trust and experience grew so did her willingness to submit to more, and now it is her favorite. I choke her nearly out again 3 more times, patronizing her about being a little baby falling asleep, and on the last time I pick her up and throw her face down on the bed.
I’ve never known another submissive who gets wet like this one. When I make her stand on display with legs spread and fingers interlaced behind her head her pussy will drool a little puddle on the floor. Today as I go to pull her gray yoga pants and panties off of her I can see that they are soaked about 6 inches down her inner thighs. When I get her pants off I left a bright red handprint on one ass cheek, then grabbing her roughly by the hair and pulling her head back I shove her soaked panties in through the ring gag making sure the part that was directly on her pussy is sitting against her tongue, so she could really taste what a filthy wet whore she is for me.
I grab her ankles and pull them wide open, leaving he soaking wet pussy spread open for me. Getting up onto the bed I kneel between her legs, pull her hips up, grab her ass cheeks hard to spread her holes for me, and slam my cock into her soaking wet cunt. When I tied the chest harness I had left an 18 inch loop at the end to use as the reins for fucking her, pulling her torso up off the bed, suspending her in my grip as a little fuck doll.
“Work for it, cunt!” I command as I stop pounding her. She struggled to obey, with so little leverage held tied up off the bed, desperately trying to gyrate her hips and thrust her. “That’s right, fuck hole, jack off my cock with your sloppy wet cunt.” She struggled on my cock and whimpered for me while I continued to praise her for being a filthy whore.
“Do you remember your mantra?” I ask.
“Mm-hm” comes the muffled reply.
“Show me, fuck hole.” I say as I begin to fuck her pussy with long slow strokes out and fast slams in, on each slam she vocalizes. I train every submissive to keep trying to talk when ordered no matter how full their mouth is. Her mantra is ‘I am your fuck hole, Sir’, to be said as one word for each thrust while I use her, so with the gag in place it just came out a muffled noise through the panties and gag, but I know in her head and in her heart she was fully focused on being my fuck hole.
I went along fucking her long and slow for quite some time, before dropping her on the bed, undoing the gag and pulling it out with the panties. She took two gasping breaths, before launching into a breathless set of appreciation.
“Thank you, Sir, oh my God, thank you, I am your fuck hole, use me as your fuck hole, please, Sir, please, I need to feel you inside me, please use your fuck hole.”
I took my place between her legs again, lifted her hips, and teased her pussy with my cock while I made her beg for. Grabbing her ass cheeks as hard as I can to pull them apart, fingers digging in hard, rubbing just the head of my cock up and down her soaking skit, making sure to stop before I hit her clit, so the begging could get really desperate. When she sounded like she didn’t just want it, but needed to feel me inside her, I slid my cock in balls deep.
“Oh my God Sir you feel so good. No one has ever fucked me like you do. Use me, use me as your fuck hole sir.” She says appreciatively, but I didn’t start fucking her, because I noticed she’d forgotten to than me. She knows she is supposed to thank me every time I give her what she asked for without exception. I give her time and silence to realize what she’s done, but the desperate fuck hole is only thinking of her cunt and instead starts back into trying to jack off my cock with her pussy.
“What’s wrong?” She asks as I pull out. She yelped as the each hard slap to her ass starts raining down on her. I can have a very heavy hand and each blow is leaving a large spread fingered handprint. “What did I do, Sir?” She pleads tearfully.
“You . . . Forgot . . . To . . . Say . . . Thank-you-Sir!” Each word is accompanied with a hard spank, the last 3 in quick succession start her crying.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m sorry. I’m Sorry, Sir. please, Sir. I’ll DO better. I’M SORRY, SIR. Please, PLEASE, Sir, I’M SORRY.” She begs with increasing desperation as work to paint her ass such a bright red that I could no longer tell one handprint from another. Finally I pull her hips back up and started fucking her. “OH MY GOD, THANK YOU SIR! Thank you Sir.” She continued to alternately sob and thank me as I enjoyed using her as my fuck toy.
God damn I love sobbing pussy. The only thing which remotely compares to it is gagging pussy. The way a cunt spasms on the inside with both sobbing and gagging produce such a lovely feeling as push her pussy apart over and over, that tight spasming quality of crying and gagging making it that much more stimulating. She squirts every time she cums and suddenly I start to go over the edge as I feel her cunt flooding around me. I slam her harder and harder with wild abandon. Pushing her face down with my hand on the back of her head, I slam my cock deep inside her, and empty my balls in her wet cunt.
I let myself fall on top of her for a moment, crushing her tiny frame under my bulk for a moment, then I rolled off to one my right side, and pulled her into me so I had her in a headlock from my right arm and the other arm snaking around her front between her legs to both pull her into me and absent mindedly play with her pussy.
“Good girl, very good girl. Such a good little fuck hole for me.” I give her well earned praise, which she returns with breathless appreciation. I hold her against me for a while, letting us both catch our breath. After a rest and some caresses and pillow talk, I roll her over and manhandle her head back down to my cock and command her to clean our cum off it.
I get up and she regards me with apprehensive yet passionate eyes, but she didn’t say a word. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her ass down to the bottom of the bed. I tie each leg in in a frog tie with a tie around her ankle and thigh, with another one higher up just below her knee bed, and the trailing rope coming out from a knot on the medial side, then I push her knees up as far back towards her shoulders as they will go, tying them in place to the back of the chest harness. She was completely exposed and completely helpless.
I put the liberator wedge right up to the bottom edge of the bed, pull her ass up onto it, slide her forward and back a little, and then slap my cock down on her pussy to double check that I’ve put her cunt at the perfect height for me to fuck standing on the floor.
“Helpless fuckmeat at just the right height for me to use.” I mock “but before I go fucking you again, I believe I promised to see just how much of my hand you could take and what it takes to make you cum so many times that you have no squirt left in you.”
“Yes, sir.” She says meekly, squirming a little in her very tight bondage.
“But first,” I said, picking up the horsehair flogger, “let’s bring a little blood to the area.” And with that I start bringing blow after blow down on her helpless little pussy as she squealed and whined. The horsehair is unlike any other flogger, part sting, part itch, part thud, never hard enough to bruise, but even light touches quickly bring blood to the area. Again and again her pussy took the flogging, pausing only to tell her to shut up and stuff her panties back in her mouth, until all the skin within 4 inches of her pussy was a brightly burning warm pink.
Her cunt was now ready to be forced to whoregasm repeatedly, until there was no more squirt left in her. I plugged in the eroscillator, pulled the chair over from her desk, and put the dildos down on the bed to get to work. I recommend the eroscillator to anyone who is a fan of the female orgasm, because it practically guarantees orgasm. It’s the electric toothbrush shaped vibrator recommended by Dr Ruth, oscillating instead of vibrating, so the clit can’t go numb . . . Perfect for forced orgasms.
I started with the medium sized dildo and the lowest setting on the eroscillator. I worked the dildo in and out slowly and methodically, as I circled her clit counterclockwise equally slowly. Where moments before she had been squealing into her panties, now she was moaning with slowly increasing volume. I wanted to bring her up agonizingly slowly to the first vibe orgasm, teasing her so that her arousal got very high for what was to come next. I said nothing to her for this portion, just let the slow constant stimulation focus her mind.
Several minutes of the low setting and she began to buck her hips, what little she could move them, and groan deeply. Her second orgasm of the evening hit and like clockwork she sprayed like a fountain. I know she finds it humiliating, and the humiliation a turn on, so I always try to ensure that as much of her squirt as possible sprays back on her.
“Good cunt,” I say mocking “two squirts down,” I pull out the medium sized dildo “many more to go!” I grab the much larger dildo, the largest one she can take from my gear collection, and fill her pussy as deep as she can take it.
Sitting down I got back to work with the vibe and now much larger dildo, this time moving the dildo faster and setting the eroscillator to the medium setting. She writhed in the ropes, muscles all over tensing and relaxing, trying both to reach the stimulation and escape it. The third orgasm of the night hit her like a ton of bricks, leaving her shaking and grunting for two minutes while she squirted again.
I kept going with the huge dildo, now in time with her ragged breathing, in long forceful strokes filling her up to her absolute limit. Orgasm four and five hit her in quick succession, each still a squirter, each a little harder than the last. After number five the shaking didn’t stop with the end of the orgasm. She was ready. The slut is a mother of two and I was determined that if she could fit two babies out of that tight pussy, then she could take my fist.
Sliding the big dildo out I could see her pussy lips visibly vibrating with the way her body was shaking. I squirted a generous amount of lube over the outside of her sore little pussy and grabbed her pubic bone hard, 4 fingers inside of her gripping up towards her gspot and my thumb pressed over her clit and looped over the top of her mons pubis.
“Is my good little fuck hole ready for me to make her a hand puppet?” I emphasize the question by rocking my hand in and out of her pussy, making a loud squelching sound.
“Mmm-hmm!” Came the emphatic moan through the panties in her mouth.
I turned the eroscillator to high this time. Her head rolled back, her body went rigid, and her pussy began spasming and trying to push my fingers out. I enjoy a good struggle with a spasming pussy. I worked just the four fingers into her to start, spreading my fingers and palm inside her to stretch her out a little at the end of each thrust. Squirting orgasm number six hit her shortly after adding my thumb to the mix. Her pussy spasmed desperately against me, the vibrator whirring away madly at her clit, she convulsed and moaned, her whole body shaking wildly.
As her sixth orgasm finished her pussy accepted more of my hand inside her with each thrust. Each one stretching her a little more. Just a scant minute after the previous orgasm my thumb slipped in, my full balled up fist was inside her, and she began what she now says was the biggest orgasm of her life.
The moment my fist was inside her she started cumming. Her pussy spasming with orgasm was desperately trying to push my fist out, which I met by thrusting in even deeper against every contraction. Her whole body was rigid. Her vocalization going from screams if ecstasy to just gasping and back again, over and over. Through her writhing and shaking i didn’t let up with either the thrusting or the vibe on her clit. From the moment my full fist was in her she started cumming and literally couldn’t stop. This is what it finally took to empty her of any squirting left to spray. I don’t know how long I continued with the vibe on her clit, but it was a while, waiting to see if the orgasm would stop, it didn’t.
When I finally pulled my hand out of her cunt she shook uncontrollably, the way a person who just got out of the water into freezing cold air does. After just a couple minutes of letting the orgasm stupor fade, I shoved two fingers back inside her and flicked the eroscillator up to high again. It did not take long for her to cum the eighth time, with no squirting.
“Well, fuck hole,” I said as I pulled her ass right back to the edge of the bed and slid my cock into her cunt, putting the vibe back on her clit which made her squeal and buck her hips, “apparently it takes 6 large orgasms and one massive 10 minute orgasm to completely empty you of squirt.” I pumped my cock in and out of her wet sore stretched pussy at a leisurely pace. She started cumming on me very quickly, her squeals giving way to strained grunts in time with the spasms grabbing my cock. I backed off the vibrator while continuing to fuck her slowly, replacing it as soon as it seemed her breath had calmed down, rocketing her into another orgasms, repeating it until she’d cum on me five times since I’d mounted her this time. Finally I just grabbed the ropes holding her ankles to her thighs and forcefully pounded her until I shot my second load deep in that very wet, and now very sore, little pussy.
I untied her and held her close. She glowed about how amazing all of it was. We shared some pillow talk. She gave me a massage and brought me some water. Then when it felt like she had been brought down safe and felt well cared for, I undid the collar, packed up my things, grabbed her by the hair, put her on her knees nose to the wall, and told her not to get up until she counted to 500 after hearing my car leave.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I missed you.” Were the last words she said as I left her kneeling there.
I drove home where my primary sub was waiting for me, madly horny. I sat back on the couch and allowed my partnered sub to lick the taste of another woman off my cock, while I told her every detail. I didn’t have another orgasm left in me that day, but I let my sub suck on me for a good hour while I wrote the first part of this, and she’s been giving an excellent foot massage through writing the second half.
We’ve already planned the next session.
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