Once Anna returns home, she goes straight upstairs to change into some comfy workout clothes. She decides to take Merle and Gus on a walk around the property. The massive dogs both bound in front of her but don’t go out of her sight. They’re both good boys. She smiles as they both stop while she looks over the hills in front of her. She takes a deep breath and sighs. This is her life now and she still can’t believe it.
She turns to go back to the house after a good hour or so and notices Bruce getting out of his car, home from work. She smiles as the dogs run over to him and she follows soon after.
“I figured the boys needed some exercise so we took some time to explore the property a bit.” Anna says, giving Bruce a quick hug and kiss before the dogs push themselves between them, demanding their own attention.
“Got the lady of the house wrapped around your massive paws already, boys?” Bruce says, scratching them behind the ears. “Well how about we show her the rest of the place tonight?”
He stands and kisses Anna and takes herr arm. “The tour shall commence immediately, madam.” The dogs trail behind them as they walk into the house.
Bruce leads them straight to the kitchen.
“Tony!” Bruce calls out.
The figure in the white chef’s jacket doesn’t respond.
“Tony, you greasy, horny bastard!”
He turns. He has dark skin and hair. He could be young or old. His features make it tough to tell.
“What? I’m fucking busy!” Tony yells back
“I’m trying to introduce you to the lady of the house. I would have last night but you were fucking busy. Or busy fucking. Teaching another college girl about cream filling?”
He laughs, a deep and raspy laugh. “I’m Italian. It’s what we do. So who’s the broad?”
“The broad is Anna. And she lives here now. So if she tells you to do something, you do it. Capice?”
“Yeah, yeah… pleasure to meet ya. So am I feeding yous or what?” he grumbles
“Yeah whip something up. Impress the lady,” Bruce answers.
“Oh I can impress the lady,” he says winking at Anna and grabbing his cock through his pants.
“With your food, Tony,” Bruce admonishes him.
He turns to Anna. “Shall we continue the tour?”
She giggles and winks at Tony playfully, “Nice to meet you, Tony, I’m sure whatever you want me to try will be…” she stops and strokes Bruce’s cheek, kissing it gently, “…satisfying.” She winks at the chef once more to complete her tease..
As Bruce leads her out of the kitchen he pins her against the wall and kisses her neck, his hand sliding into my pants. As his fingers coax her pussy to get wetter and wetter for him he begins moaning loudly and breathing heavy into her ear.
“Sir…” Anna groans between labored breaths, “You’re supposed to be giving me a tour.”
He doesn’t respond to her words. His fingers enter her as his thumb plants firmly against her clit. His teeth graze her neck. She tries to reach for his pants but he slaps her hand away. He pushes his tongue into her mouth before she can respond, his tongue and fingers matching rhythm to excite her from both ends. Her thighs start to shake and she would have fallen over if he didn’t have her pinned so tightly. An orgasm starts to peak. He can tell and takes his hand out and releases her, grinning at her. Her cheeks are flushed and her chest is heaving. He takes her hand and leads her down the hallway, not paying any kind to her arousal or what just happened.
“Pretty basic down here. Laundry room. Pantry. Another bathroom. Sex dungeon,” he says casually, knowing he has her head spinning..
“Sex dungeon?” Anna stops them, her eyes wide..
“Sex dungeon,” he says, still casual. “Would you like to see it?”
Anna nods, words escaping her.
He presses a button on the wall and a door slides open. Inside is a dimly lit room. A large four post bed is at one end. Restraints on the posts glint in the light. A large X shaped structure is on one wall, restraints bolted in. A shelf has an assortment of whips, paddles, clamps, collars, vibrators, and dildos.
“Just your average sex dungeon,” he says, chuckling.
Anna’s eyes widen again as the room comes into view. She’s never seen something like this before.
“Wow ..” she manages to whisper as he leads her into the room and the door closes behind them. “I want to play here…” she says quietly, noticing him watching her as she walks around the space, running her hands over the items on the shelf.
“Could we .. could we bring others in here too? To play with me?” Anna bites her lip and looks at her feet. She feels aroused by the prospects of this room but is not sure how to confidently say what she wants or what her body is desiring.
“We can play here any time you like,” he says, giving her ass a squeeze. “Just us two or with others. You’ve never played with things like this before?”
She shakes her head.
“I don’t think you’re ready for me to call in professionals just yet,” he says, reaching around and pinching her nipples through her shirt. “But we could work on making you a whole new type of slut if it’s something you want.”
The way she is biting her lip tells him she wants it. Badly. She’s seeing things in person she’s only seen in the kind of porn she has always been afraid to admit she watches.
He whispers in your ear. “Do you want to continue the tour…” He trails off and presses his body against hers, “…or would you rather take some of my toys for a spin?”
“I… I would like to try that… Sir…” she whispers, her breath catching as he pinches her nipples again. Not wanting to admit this has always been something she has fantasized about.
She turns and faces him, limp in his hands, ready to be taught and tested. “I want to try some things… With you first sir… Then others can join…” She pulls away from him and slides off her shirt and leggings, crawling onto the bed, on all fours and looking back at him. Her eyes pleading for him to use me.
“Very well,” he says walking over to the shelf and retrieving some items.
He returns to her with a silk scarf. He wraps it around her head, blindfolding her.
“For the remainder of this session you will call me Sir and only Sir. Do you understand?” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, sir,” she responds, nervous but excited.
“Can you see?” he asks, his voice an even toned, low growl.
“No,” she responds.
There is a sharp smack on her ass. She jumps. It’s not his hand like she is used to. It is something else. Something harder.
“No, what?” he growls.
“No, sir,” she responds, her breath already coming harder..
“You are a slut. Your body is to be used however I see fit. Do you understand?” he intones.
“Yes, sir,” she responds.
“Are you a dirty little slut?”
“Yes, I am a dirty little slut,” she responds.
Another sharp smack.
“Sir! I am a dirty little slut, sir,” she whimpers but he can see her pussy glistening with her excitement in the dim light.
“Do not move,” he commands.
“Yes, sir,” she responds, reflexively stiffening.
Silence.
She hears movement but can’t see anything.
She can sense him in front of her. She’s never realized before that she has learned to recognize his scent. She breathes him in, her excitement growing as he intoxicates her remaining senses.
She feels his fingers on her left nipple. Rolling it between his fingers. Then the scruff of his beard against her right breast as he takes her nipple between his lips. She releases a small groan. Her sight being taken has heightened her other senses. And her pleasure.
Then a pinch replaces his fingers on left nipple. She feels him blowing cool air across her right nipple, wet with this saliva, until it tingles. Then the pinch. The unrelenting pinch. She feels an ache start to set in. Then both nipples jerked firmly. She moans.
Her mind returns to lucidity enough to realize these must be the clamps connected by a chain she saw on the shelf.
“Sir…” she half speaks, half moans.
She is cut off by a buzz. A whirring. Then vibrations on her skin. Her neck. Her breasts. Her stomach. She senses him walking around her. The vibrations follow. Her back. Her calves. The back of her thighs. Her inner thighs. Slowly moving up.
Slowly.
Slowly.
Until the vibrations press against the outside of her pussy. Vibrating her lips but not parting them to expose her throbbing clit. The vibrations hold. No words. No movement. Just the vibrations against her lips.
Anna struggles to stay still as she was told.
After agonizing moments, she feels his fingers spread her lips and the vibrations pressed directly to her clit. She screams as she gets the release she hoped for but finds it only tortures her more.
“Sir… sir…” she gasps.
He says nothing.
The vibrations slowly increase in intensity. When she feels like they couldn’t possibly get more intense, they hold. Then decrease. Hold. Decrease. Hold. Decrease. Hold. Until the vibrations are back to the level they began with.
She feels something wrap around her thighs. It is holding the vibrator in place. Whirring against her clit.
Then she senses him in front of her again.
“Open your mouth, slut,” he commands.
You open.
“I didn’t hear you, slut,” he says, turning up the intensity of the vibrator and pulling the chain that connects her nipple clamps.
“Yes, sir,” she cries out before leaving her mouth open. She feels something very familiar enter her mouth. She tries not to smile as she wraps her lips around his shaft and starts sucking.
As she starts to suck him she moans, focusing on the familiar pleasure among the new and exciting ones she is experiencing. Her back arches slightly, trying to move herself away from the unrelenting vibrator on her clit. She tries to wiggle and move slightly enough to not gain attention but she can’t get away from it. She tries to distract herself by pushing her face into his cock, swallowing him whole. It’s a struggle not to cum. He know he already has her at the peak and is keeping her there. His control intensifies her every pleasure. She is trying her hardest not to cum without his permission.
“Good slut…” she hears him say, as he weaves his fingers into her hair and pushes himself into her throat as deep as he can, almost cutting off her airflow, her nose against his stomach. Saliva streams from her mouth as he fucks her throat. She can feel her face growing red as she struggles to breathe.
She coughs and gasps as he pulls out of her mouth. He gives her a moment to regain her breath.
Then he jerks her clamp chain.
“Do you want to cum, slut?” he growls.
“Yes, sir.” He can hear the struggle in her voice.
“Yes, what, slut?” He jerks the chain again.
“Yes, I want to cum, sir,” her voices shakes.
“You will cum when I tell you, slut.”
He walks away. She can hear his shoes on the hard floor. She lets out a whimper she hopes he doesn’t hear.
She senses him behind her again. Pushing something against your her pussy. Inserting.
Slowly.
Slowly.
It’s not his cock but is something cock shaped.Thicker thank his cock. Pushing into her. Deeper. Deeper. Then stopped. Holding. Filling her as her clit continues to vibrate. She bites her lip trying to hold back her orgasm. Her shoulders start to shake, barely able to hold her up.
“You will cum when I reach 5. Not before,” he growls.
“1…”
He starts moving the toy slowly out of her pussy
“2…”
Slowly back in.
“3…”
Slowly out.
“4…”
All the way out. Then something else pressing against her. Waiting. Holding. Torturing her. Her pussy throbbing. Her body shaking. Just waiting for 5. Her body begging for 5. She wants to see his face. She needs to know if she is pleasing him. If he is her proud of his slut. If… If… Oh God…
“5… Cum, slut,” he commands, shoving his cock deep inside of her.
Her entire body quakes and spasms. Her hips buck back into him. using him to prolong her release. He can feel the vibrations against on shaft. “Ohhh fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Thank you sir. Oh my god thank you. Thank you,” she screams out, her body tense, shaking, and overwhelmingly sensitive. He grabs the chains of the clamps again and pulls, intensifying her orgasm even further. She screams again but not words. Just animalistic, primal cries of release..
Then he pushes her head into the bed and grips her hips, “Do you want my cum, slut?”
She whimpers but can’t speak.
He spanks her, hard.
“I asked you a question, slut.” Another pull on the clamps.
“Y…yes… Yes sir… I want your cum,” she whimpers, still gasping for breath, eyes watering from the spank and clamps giving unrelenting pressure, her clit sore, but still stimulated by the vibrator attached to it.
“No,” he growls and pulls out of her.”Not yet.”
He turns the vibrator up to its highest setting.
One.
Anna screams. It’s pleasure and pain and both are getting to be too much.
Two.
“Sir…” she gasps.
Three.
“Sir, please…”
Four.
Then it hits her. Another orgasm. Not as intense as the first but enough to make her fall. Her body gives out and begins to spasm. Her mouth opens trying to scream but nothing comes out.
Five.
He turn it off and unstraps it from her thighs. Anna gasps for air and her body keeps shaking. He kisses her gently whispering, “Good girl.” Then rolls her onto her back, spreads her thighs, and slides his tongue between her lips.Savoring her intense sensitivity.. Licking. Sucking. Nibbling. Then getting up. Leaving.
He returns and releases her nipples from the clamps. He forcefully sucks each of her swollen nipples as it is released. She whimpers and groans. He knows exactly what he is doing to her.
“Do you want your blindfold removed, slut?” He demand. “Do you want to see?”
“Please, sir,” she whispers.
“Please what?” he growls, wrapping a hand around her throat.
“Please let me see, sir,” she gasps.
“Good slut” he growls into her ear as he unties the scarf. Anna squints as her eyes adjust to the light of the room. She looks in his face and sees him look down at her. He is fully clothed with his cock hanging out of his pants, her cum glistening on the fabric.
Before she can say anything to him, she feels the scarf go around her neck and tighten, her air being cut off.
“You wanted to see slut but I’m not done with you yet.”
She nods and gasps, her cheeks flushing, “Yes… Sir…” she gasps quietly.
He walks behind her, holding the scarf, now a leash to the collar around her neck. He slaps her ass hard. Walks more. Returns and smacks her ass again, her cheeks now glowing red.
He pushes two fingers into her waiting pussy. She lets out a small moan. He jerks the scarf.
“Louder, slut,” he growls as he begins pumping his fingers harder, her throbbing, sensitive pussy gripping his digits. She moans again. Louder.
“Good slut,” he says, walking around and sticking his soaked fingers into her mouth. His cock is sticking straight out from his pants. He sees her looking at it as she sucks his fingers.
“Is that what you want, slut?” he growls, jerking the scarf again. “Does the dirty slut want her master’s cock?”
His control is addictive. She wants to do everything he says, even if he’s making it difficult for her to speak or moan at his command. She never imagined she would feel so free from a lack of control.
“Look at me slut.”
She looks up at him. He can see the desire and pleasure in her eyes. She is not afraid or nervous anymore. This is new and exciting for her.
“Answer my question, slut.”
His voice, demanding and growling, only makes her want him more.
“I want to suck my masters cock, sir.” she says, her voice hoarse from the loud moaning and tight scarf around hr neck. Her eyes, wet with tears from the intensity, pleasure, and pain of everything, meeting hiss, begging him to put his cock to be inside of her.
He brings his cock to her lips and as she opens her mouth to take him in, he pulls it away.
“No.”
He walks behind her again. This is when Anna notices the large mirror on the wall for the first time. She’s watched them on video but this is the first time she has seen them together in the act.
He comes up behind her and breathes in her scent, his body shuddering slightly with pleasure. He pushes his fingers into her then pulls them out again, rubbing her juices on his swollen cock. Then he pushes her forward, grabs her hair so she has to look straight at the mirror, and starts pushing his cock inside of her. Slowly. Feeling her grip him inch by inch.He can’t hold out anymore. He needs to fuck her. .
He begins thrusting, driving himself into her. His balls swinging, slapping against her sensitive clit. He moans loudly. Intensely. He nearly forgets his role, lost in pleasure.
“Do you like watching yourself get fucked by your master, slut?” I growl, jerking the scarf.
She looks at herself in the mirror and sees the pain and pleasure on her face. She sees his eyes meet hers in the mirror, smirking at her through his own pleasure. Every time she thinks he can’t raise her pleasure even more, he does it again.
She is momentarily hypnotized watching him fuck her. She snaps out and manages to moan loudly, almost screaming, “Yes sir! I love watching my master fuck my little slut pussy…” She hears his grunts and knows he is already close to release. He can also tell her body is at the peak again, moaning against his body and pushing her hips back against him, driving him deeper.
“I want you to cum for me, slut,” he growls. “I demand you cum for me again.”
He can feel himself reaching the breaking point. But he also sees the signs in her body telling him she’s close again.
“You’re such a dirty little slut who loves getting her little pussy fucked,” he growls, talking to keep himself from cumming.
He puts his thumb in his mouth to get it wet then pushes it into her ass.
“Now, slut.”
“yes… Sir… OH FUCK!” she screams as he pushes his thumb into her ass, her release washing over her again. She tries to watch her body in the mirror but it’s nearly impossible. Her eyes roll back into her head and her body trembles uncontrollably.
She whimpers, moans, and screams at the release she experiences. She thought her orgasms from the gala night and from the first night in the house were intense but this is on another level. She is shaking, her voice is loud and raw, and her cheeks are wet with tears. She can’t take much more. He may have finally found her limits but she can’t bring myself to say the safe word. She can’t stop the rush.
He pulls his thumb out of her ass and smacks her again. She can feel his thrusts intensify, he’s close to release, and she wants his cum more than anything.
Weak and limp, she keeps herself held up but my head has fallen to the bed. Through her panting and moaning, she pleads “Please sir… Can I have your cum? Please cum inside me, sir. I need your cum inside my slut pussy. ” His grip tightens and she can feel the bruises forming beneath them.
It takes all of his resolve to ride out the intensity of her orgasm without exploding. Straining to keep thrusting without cumming. He can hear her say something but can’t hear what it is, his pulse in his ears too loudly.
He holds out until he can’t. With a wordless animal cry he starts cumming. Pumping a hot, white load into her pussy with such ferocity that he can feel it running down her thighs before he has even pulled out.
“Good girl,” he manages to pant before falling back on the bed. His clothes still on but now covered in cum, hers and his own. She lays next to him and put her head on his heaving chest.
When his breath returns he says, “Well, was that the proper fucking you needed to forgive me?”
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