The house is empty. I walk through doing my nightly check of the locks. He’s out of town and you have plans tonight so I’m on my own. A long bath did little to ease the need coiling between my thighs as I think back on our recent activities. I wear a silk dressing gown that leaves nothing to the imagination as I wander through the quiet house, my hair still piled on top of my head from the bath.
Without any sound to warn me, I find my mouth covered and my body pinned to the table. The belt is ripped from my waist and stuffed into my mouth as a gag. A shadow crosses in front of me and pulls open the curtains, allowing moonlight to shine down on my trapped form. The dressing gown is yanked off, leaving me completely exposed. My wrists are pulled back and bound together behind me, further impeding my struggles. As I snarl through the gag, the shadow crosses back into my view and the shape is familiar. I pause. The captor holding me down allows their fingers to slip between my legs, finding the moist evidence of my arousal. I moan, my body betraying me and I hear a chuckle behind my ear, “I see you’ve been taking matters into your own hands while we were away”. I can hear the smirk in his voice as he slides his fingers in and out of my centre. The shadow across from me giggles, revealing the true nature of my attackers. You and he planned this, and tonight it looks like I’ll be the toy instead of you.
Your hand caresses my head as he releases his hold on my back. You jerk me up hard and bite my bottom lip before blindfolding me. His fingers continue their relentless penetration of my centre as his free hand connects with my backside. I jump and yelp around the gag. I can feel the sting as your hand leaves. I tense waiting for the next stroke to fall. I hear a chair move and your presence shifts away slightly. A rustle of clothing follows and he forces me to my knees. You slip the gag down and pull my mouth against your centre. His fingers resume their torment of my centre as my tongue begins to part your lips. “Make me cum like a good slut” your grip on my head tightens as I delve my tongue inside before flicking your clit. His free hand roams my body, alternating smacks to my ass with pinches to my nipples. “Don’t you dare cum before your friend.” I can hear the dark warning in his voice, but it only serves to heighten my arousal.
As his fingers stroke me, I moan and whimper against your core, the vibrations serving to push you closer to the edge. My tongue circles the inside of your entrance lapping against your g-spot, then flicking your clit. My mouth covers your pussy before centering over your swollen bud, suckling hard enough to make you cry out and drive your hips against my face. My breath is coming in quick pants, I try to writhe away from his touch, to no avail. I’m quickly punished for my escape attempt with a pair of hard swats to each cheek of my backside. His fingers leave my centre, only to find my throbbing clit and play with it mercilessly. My teeth find yours, in an unconscious mimic of his touch and you finally crest the edge, soaking my face with your juices. “Cum now.” He orders, and I obey happily, my hips bucking, the walls of my pussy gripping nothing as I find release.
Still bound and blind, now with the gag re-attached, you lead me upstairs. He lays back on the bed and you change the binding of my wrists so my arms stretch overhead, attaching them to the hook that hangs above. This forces me to straddle him, his head rubbing along my slit, his hands at my hips preventing my descent. The hook is low enough to allow him to fully penetrate me, but for now he is content to tease. He shifts my hips back and forth, coating his length in my fluids. I whimper, the sound muffled by the gag. I can hear you pacing, but don’t know what to expect.
A drawer opens and closes, from the sound, it is the toy drawer in my nightstand. The bed shifts as it takes the weight of a third person. Your hands run over my body. Your mouth closes around my nipple and I arch into the caress. I can hear chains clinking beside me and tense expecting clamps to be applied to my nipples at any moment. Instead, your fingers find my clit, pinching the swollen bud. My hips buck against his hands, you maintain your grip and apply one of the clamps where I have yet to experience them. I gasp, and utter a long, low moan, almost a growl. But if the clinking was only a single clamp, what was it colliding with?
He shifts my hips back, presenting you with my ass, and changing his grip to part my cheeks. Cold metal presses against my puckered star. I lean into the plug as it begins to spread me. You withdraw it; only long enough to press it into my centre; lubricating it before rooting it in my rear entrance. Task complete, he resumes stroking my slit with his head, stopping to push against the plug occasionally.
Your weight leaves the bed and he continues to tease, his shaft is soaked with the evidence of my enjoyment of my treatment. “Put it in her, but don’t move.” Your words are for him and he obeys with a groan. My walls grip him tightly, my need is so high, that despite the ample lubricant my centre resists. The plug provides both additional resistance and pleasure as his shaft and the metal compete for space. Finally, he is fully sheathed, his tip nudging against my cervix, his shaft held tightly, my clamped clit pressed against his pelvis. Any movement at all causes the clamp to move triggering a chain reaction of contracting walls in my ass and pussy, and helpless whimpering moans are wrenched from my throat.
You lean forwards until your lips are next to my ear, although when you speak it’s loud enough for both of us to hear you comfortably. “You’re going to use his cock like a dildo to fuck yourself. And you’re going to do it while I use this:” you punctuate your statement by stroking down the length of my back with the implement in your hand. By the shape of the end, it is a crop. “:And this.” You press the other item again my nipple and hit the power button. Vibration triggers like an electric shock from my nipple straight to my loins and my eyes roll back as my hips grind my clamped clit against his abdomen and I scream through the gag.
“That’s right. You cum as much as you want, just like the whore you are.” You look over at him, as I writhe, his eyes close and his fingers dig deep into my hips. He groans with each movement his pleasure evident. “Shall we?” You ask. “Oh fuck yes!” He grinds out through clenched teeth. You pull the vibrator off my nipples, allowing my body to relax slightly. My hips have a mind of their own however, and continue to rock and grind against him. I feel your presence step away and know you’re pacing the outside of the bed.
“Swish, CRACK!”
The swish is my only warning before the crop connects with my upper thigh. I jump, my centre pulling off before descending to fully impale him once again. I freeze waiting for the next blow to fall.
“BUZZ”
The vibrator connects with my clamped bud. I moan, low & gutteral. “We can’t have you sit still, now can we? Don’t stop riding him or you won’t be allowed to cum again.” You are pitiless when you’re in control and the tiny portion of my brain still able to think begins to plot revenge, even as the vibrator forces me to orgasm. He groans, thrusting up as my walls try to milk him, nudging my cervix open and prolonging the pinnacle.
“Swish, CRACK”
My shoulder this time, just as my last orgasm ends.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK…
Blows rain down on my back and ass, leaving bright crimson marks all over, each one triggering a muffled yelp, whimper or cry. My body jerks with each impact, muscles gripping, forcing me to ride him harder, driving me to orgasm after orgasm. When you stop to admire your handiwork, I’m left gasping and quivering.
“Swish, swish”
The air in front of my nipples rushes by with the passage of the crop. The taut peaks strain to meet the painful pleasure. I bite down on the gag, but a muffled “please” still escapes my lips.
“Mmmmm” I can hear the approval in your voice as the head of the crop rests between my breasts. “You want this?” It traces a slow line down the centre under one lifting it slightly before repeating the circle on the other side. I shake my head refusing to admit my desire and you shift it to brush against the bottom of one taut, puckered nipple. “Or is here what you want? You want me to spank your nipples and your tits?” You flick up and down, toying with it as I arch further into your caress.
“Smack, smack, smack”
Softer than the ones that connected earlier, indeed barely enough to make a sound as they connect with my skin. I growl in frustration, I don’t beg you for what I want, you’re supposed to be begging me. You catch the clamp on my swollen bud and pull slightly. “Please, Mistress!” It’s garbled and muffled but clear. “Please what?” I can almost hear your eyebrow arching. “Harder, please use it harder.” My breasts bounce and sway as I try to entice you to abuse them.
“CRack…CRack…Crack…”
The blows rain down: across the tops, up the sides, directly into the nipples; sometimes flicking them down, sometimes driving them into my breasts. All the while, I moan in pleasure, my hips driving him fully into my core. rocking back and forth, riding wave after wave of pleasure. The sound of his groans of pleasure merge with mine.
“BUZZZ”
You change tactics and press the vibrator against the plug. The pleasure forces me to ride him faster and you drop the crop to pull on the clamp. Trapped between the sensations I ride him hard, grinding out my most intense orgasm of the night so far. You release the clamp and turn off the vibrator. I can feel your hair brushing my thighs as you lean down, placing gentle licks and kisses on my tender bud.
He lets go of my hips and pulls you to straddle his face. You continue to lick my bud as he finds yours and I can feel your moans all the way in my innermost recesses as he suckles it. He penetrates you with two fingers alternating them inside you until your walls clamp down, milking them like they would his shaft. You orgasm without ceasing your licking.
You rise, pulling off my gag and blindfold. His tongue continues to work it’s magic as your lips meet mine. After a long, slow gentle kiss you pull back and look deep into my eyes “How’d I do?” Once again I’m in the Mistress role despite my still bound state. “Mmmmm, so good, you have quite the dominant streak. But you’re not done yet.” You look at me quizzically, at least as much as you can while he’s licking you. “What do you mean? Do you want more?” I smile as I reach for your lips with mine, reassuring you of my satisfied state. “You’ve forgotten to let someone finish.” I moan slightly even as you do. He’s thrusting up into me once more as his teeth find your bud and begin to nibble.
“I want him to fuck us together” you reply after some much distracted thought. You dismount and reach to release my wrists, pulling me off him as you do so. He moves off the bed and you lay back where he was. I open your legs wide and kneel between them spreading my own to push them apart. Our mounds press and grind together leaving our holes open for him. My breasts hang over yours and our nipples brush together. Yours have hardly had any attention tonight and mine are still sensitive despite the rough play, so the touch leaves us both sighing with pleasure. My mouth finds yours and I can taste my juices on you.
As our mouths connect and our tongues entwine, he rejoins us on the bed, Positioning himself at my entrance he drives back into me, causing me to whimper into your mouth. He moves in and out, lubing himself in my fluids, before withdrawing and centering on your core. He presses forward slowly, your pussy hasn’t had any penetration tonight other than my tongue so you are vice-like. “Fuck, I love your pussy!” He groans as his hips drive forward sheathing himself and stretching your walls.
Your hands reach for my back as you arch against me. I pin your wrists beside your head and deepen the kiss, swallowing your moans and whimpers as he increases his pace. His hand finds the plug still in me and begins to move it back and forth. He reaches for the toys and pulls out the dildo. Placing it against my centre, he uses his thrusts into you to drive it inside me with his pelvic bone. Both of us are panting around our kiss, moaning as he fills us.
Soon his moans are added to ours as your walls tighten around him. You orgasm again as again as he continues to thrust into you through them. He increases his speed once more driving hard and fast. I can feel the tension in your body as you reach the final climax, your eyes roll back and your hips buck wildly. You grind your clit against mine. The sensation, combined with his playing with my plug and the dildo driving inside me is too much. I cry out into your mouth as I am pushed over the edge one last time. He thrusts once more before unloading inside you.
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