A Price to be Paid: Part 3 [MF] [D/s] [bondage] [orgasm control] [anal]

[Part 1](https://reddit.app.link/iVHeNcLuY5)

[Part 2](https://reddit.app.link/vULhl9NuY5)

I lay there for seemingly hours, every new climax rolling over the last as if waves of a rising tide, each trying to reach farther than the last. The bed below me is soaked as I lay there, not sure if its from drooling or cumming so much. I’m lost inside my own body, my responses completely out of my own control, building to yet another peak when it stops without warning. I unconsciously grind against the toy, surprising myself for wishing one last wave.

I realize you blindfolded me well, not a bit of sunlight is peeking through. Or could it be nighttime? No way did he leave me here for that long. If my brain was truly working, I’d be able to reason that the toy couldn’t last anywhere near that long. Slowly my reasoning begins to work and I feel how cold and wet the bed is below me the ache of my shoulders building from being pulled behind my back for so long. I struggle to move them to a better position but there isn’t one, each being more painful than the last.

I hear the front door open and my heart stops, listening with everything in me for your heavy footfalls to be moving in my direction. But I’m disappointed; your steps move away and I hear you sit down on the couch and remove your boots, clunking on the floor harder than I expected. My heart, which finally was beating almost regularly drops a beat when I realize that you’re slamming your stuff down angrily.

*She thought she could be sneaky. Oh I’ll show her sneaky. She’ll never forget to follow my rules again.*

I am both scared and insanely turned on again. I can feel your mood from the other side of the house and it crackles in the air. You’re taking your time, building up my anticipation and dread at the same time. You reach the bedroom door and pause, taking in the scene.

*Look at her laying there, a shivering, soaking wet mess. She has no idea the power I have over her body right now. With hardly any effort at all I could bring her pleasure or pain, but I’m not stopping until she understands, until she remembers that I am her master, her owner.*

I hear you walk to the foot of the bed and open the toy drawer. My breath quickens as I anticipate what you’ll select. You reach up and gently run your finger down the middle of my foot from heel to toe. “Stop please!” You know I hate being tickled and my twisting movements certainly do test out the strengths of our equipment. With my ankles restrained I can’t move but an inch or two, certainly not enough to stop you. You tease my other foot, tracing a different pattern, forcing laughter out of me that I don’t want. “You don’t want me to stop or you wouldn’t be laughing. I’ll quit when you can control it.” Your voice mocks me, knowing full well it’s fruitless for me to even try to silence my laughter. My body continues to deceive me as your fingers lightly tease every ticklish spot you can reach from where you stand, my knees and the fold behind, the arch of my feet, the soft skin under my toes, using one hand to uncurl them, my last form of defense before you break it down. I writhe and beg for you to stop, but my laughter continues. “Control it,” you remind me but you switch spots so quickly that I can’t focus. I try so hard but fail.

With my arms still behind me and tears of laughter and frustration streaming down my face, fighting you is fruitless but it doesn’t stop me from trying. I pull my self up on my knees, my forehead trading one puddle for another. This is exactly what you want, my bent legs pulled wide, myself open for your pleasure. You pull out the toy that gave me so many orgasms and watch me quiver and pulse with every new spot you tickle. “Don’t move.” Your hands no longer torturing me, I finally stop laughing and try to catch my breath. I hear the jingle of metal chain and I wonder what you’re planning now. You quickly release my hands, and I give a thankful sigh as my shoulders finally move, but for only a second before connecting my wrist to my ankle then move to the other side, restraining me in such a submissive position, fully open to you and ready for your pleasure and my punishment. My ankles are no longer pulled apart and my hips join my shoulders in the pain of adjusting again.

You take time to admire the marks you left last night and allow your finger to trace each welt gently, knowing your touch, even as light as it is, still brings me pain. I lay in stunned silence. As I focus on the patterns you trace, you apply a good bit of lube to the largest plug I own and suddenly I feel great pressure as you relentlessly push it into me. I scream into the bed as you watch so clearly my body clinching around this intrusion, other nearby areas quivering for more. You pull on the base of the plug, allowing me to feel the pressure of the plug, stretching out once again what so unwillingly opened. You pull it completely out and I bite down on the sheets before you ram in back into place. “More lube,” I barely choke out as you fully remove it again. “No.” You insert it again and again, each stroke more furiously than the last. I can only take your brutality, my scared screams beginning to turn into aroused moans. You pull it out, kneeling behind me, and push your full length into my open hole. Gripping my hips by your fingers, you slam into me harder and harder, as you slap against my wetness just below each stroke. With each, you strike against my sensitive mound. I want more and begin moving opposite your movements, purposefully colliding with each thrust.

*I have to make her cum. She’s enjoying herself too much right now but I will teach her that privilege comes with a price to pay.*

You reach around me, your hand cushioning the blows, using my wetness to teasing me. You pound harder into me and feel as I start to build. I realize what you’re doing but there is no way to stop it. You’re going to make me cum again so you can force me to tighten around you. I hit my peak and my body quakes underneath you. Your hand immediately goes back to pulling my limp body onto you again and again. Your rhythmic movements accelerate while my body automatically squeezes and pulses around your assault. You enjoy the submissive cries and moans I’m making in reaction to a mixture of pain and pleasure. It’s not long before I feel you pulse inside of me, filling me with your seed, pushing it hard and deep with each slowing thrust.

You look down at me, broken beneath you, my body raw from your punishments, and finally feel I’ve paid the price for my behavior. You gently clean me up and remove the bounds from my wrists and ankles, rubbing each of the marks I caused by resisting you. Wrapping me up in a soft, thick blanket, you lay me beside you, my head on your chest, and kiss my forehead, resting your lips there. Just before I fall asleep I hear those two words that make me feel proud to belong to you. “Good girl.”

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