*Sorry for the wait, thanks for your patience. I got some nice feedback on [part one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sjw2i9/that_time_i_was_handcuffed_and_dominated_by_a/) from a few people, so here’s hoping you enjoy this next part even more. I’ve quite enjoyed writing up and reliving this encounter. WARNING: There is some alcohol use in this part of the story that could be considered mild CNC play (emphasis on mild). Nevertheless, felt it was worth mentioning up front.*
There I sat, handcuffed naked to a chair in a hotel room, having just been denied another orgasm by my beautiful tormentor. She stood before me, the pale curves of her body on full display. Her dyed red hair was slightly messy, and a light sheen of sweat glinted on her skin, but her face betrayed no sign of exertion as she regarded me with a cruel smile on her lips. The angry red of my cock and heavy ache in my balls reminded me of how desperately I needed to cum, and so I knew that no matter what sinister intentions she had in mind, I would go along with them.
She turned away, and I watched with longing as she went to retrieve a bottle of rosé from her bag, condensation dripping down the bottle in much the same way she’d left me dripping moments earlier. Very casually, she walked over to the kitchenette and poured two glasses of wine, giving one glass a much more generous helping than the other. Returning with both in hand, she took a small sip from the lighter glass while lasciviously eyeing my nude, restrained form, then set it on the bedside table before walking towards me and lifting the full glass to my lips. I drank, relishing the liquid’s cool temperature and slightly sweet taste, and after a lengthy sip I attempted to pull away. There was an evil glint in her eye as she tipped the glass further towards me, forcing me to keep guzzling the wine.
“Yes, that’s it…drink it *all* down,” she cooed, as the alcohol started to send a rush of warmth through my body. “I need my dumb little slut to be nice and drunk, so that I can really take advantage of you.” I continued gulping down wine, and by the time the glass was empty I could feel my mind starting to get a little foggy. “That’s a good boy,” she praised as she finally took the glass away, the words sounding even sweeter in my tipsy state. She undid the handcuffs and led me by the hand towards the bed. I followed in a haze, drunk on a potent mix of lust and alcohol. She put my empty glass on the table and took another sip from hers, before handing the remainder to me with an expectant look. I drained the glass without a second thought, and she rewarded me by pulling me in for a passionate kiss that made my head spin more than any amount of wine. My now flaccid prick started to stir once again at the feeling of her soft flesh pressed against my body and her nails raking down my back. She pulled away from the kiss, a stern look on her face.
“Get on the bed. Now.”
I obediently clambered onto the bed and laid down on my back, as my mistress went to retrieve the handcuffs from the chair. She returned and crawled over my body until she was straddling my stomach, the heat of her sex radiating against my skin. I raised my hands above my head and she leaned over me to once again make me her captive. Her gorgeous breasts hung over my face as she fastened the cuffs, and I couldn’t help but to crane my neck so that I could take one of her beautiful pink nipples into my mouth. She let out soft gasps and giggles as I sucked and gently teethed on her, until she finally overcame my distraction and secured the cuffs around my wrists. “Such a naughty boy!” she scolded playfully, shaking her head in mock disapproval. I gave her a cheeky grin, which soon melted into a groan of pleasure as she scooted back and began to slide her soaking pussy along the underside of my stiff, swollen cock. She sighed sexily as she moved back and forth, back and forth. My dick throbbed against her, knocking at the door, eager to come inside. “Mmm, how bad do you want it?” she teased, and I moved my hips up in an attempt to slip inside her.
*SLAP*
I heard the sound before I felt the sting of her hand striking my cheek. She glared down at me, and the look on her face stung worse than the slap. “No. You’re MY toy. You don’t move a muscle unless I tell you to. Understand?” Despite her harsh words, she continued grinding against me, and that pleasure was only heightened by the shame I felt at disappointing her.
“Oh god I’m sorry Miss,” I half-sobbed, half-moaned. “I promise I’ll be good.”
“Oh, you’re sorry are you?” she mocked, a cocky smirk returning to her face as her hips started moving faster. “You’re going to be a good, obedient plaything from now on?”
“Y-yes Miss,” I stammered, struggling to focus on anything but the feeling of her weight on top of me and the pleasure building between my legs. Suddenly, she reached down and wrapped her hand around my throat.
“Who do you belong to?” she asked, punctuating her question with a tight squeeze on my neck.
“Y-you, Miss…” I gasped, “I belong to you…oh fuck.” Smiling at my answer, she had used one hand to grab my shaft and guide the thick head of my cock towards the entrance of her cunt, all while the other continued to choke any disobedience out of me.
“Whose dick is this?” she asked, teasing it against her soft, wet pussy lips.
“Yours M-Miss, it’s all yours!” I cried, my brain too muddled by arousal, alcohol and a lack of blood flow to even consider an answer other than what she wanted to hear.
“Mmm…beg for me to fuck you.”
“Oh god please, Miss please fuck me! I need it, I need you to fuck me like your dirty fucking whore!” I pleaded, then moaned with relief as she sank down and I felt the warm, velvety walls of her sex enveloping my hard, throbbing prick. Her grip around my throat loosened, but the hand stayed there nevertheless, a constant threat – or tease? – of further discipline. Riding me upright while I lay on the bed, she felt very far away compared to when she rode me on the chair. I wanted to get closer to her, to wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her chest, but the cuffs digging into my skin were a cruel reminder that I could do no such thing. All I could do was lay there and watch this sexy goddess bounce on my cock, the curves of her body seductively jiggling and rippling, sweat dripping down her skin…
All of a sudden, she stopped moving. Afraid I’d somehow upset her again, I looked up at her face, but there were no signs of anger. Instead, it looked like she’d just had an idea, and as her gaze shifted to me she gave me a conspiratorial whisper…
“Do you want to cum in my ass?”
At first I was too shocked to respond. Did she really just say what I thought she said? But I recalled that she had mentioned liking anal previously: in the same sexting session where she praised my “gorgeous, glistening cock”, she went on to say “I want that cock deep in my ass, and I’m going to choke you while you give it to me.” So, recognising her offer as genuine, I confidently replied “uh….sure I guess?”
Luckily, she found my confused response amusing rather than offensive, chuckling as she slowly slid off of me and undid my handcuffs. I rose off of the bed and stood up for a light stretch, while she retrieved her small purple vibrator, lubricant, and surprisingly also the belt that I had been wearing until shortly after she walked through the door. I was slightly concerned about who that last item was for; I don’t mind a little bit of pain, but being whipped with a leather belt seemed like more than I could handle. That thought left my mind as she got on all fours on the bed, presenting her thick, juicy ass to me. My mouth watered and my dick twitched as she poured lube onto two of her fingers, before reaching back and rubbing it into the puckered brown hole between her cheeks. As she slowly started to finger herself and I watched her anus stretch to accommodate the intrusion, I wondered if I was really going to be able to fit inside of her. I had never had anal sex before, and while I was naturally a *little* curious, I mostly didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. But as she pulled her fingers out and turned to face me, I knew that one way or another, I was about to find out.
When I climbed back onto the bed and kneeled in front of her, she handed me my belt. “Tie this around my neck,” she instructed, having apparently decided that I would be choking her instead of the other way around. I obediently looped the brown belt over her head and started pulling it tight, though it was hard to focus on my task as she had removed my condom and was now massaging lube onto my erection with both hands. Groaning and hissing through my teeth, I secured the belt around her throat, and once she was satisfied that I was hard and lubricated enough, she turned away from me and got on all fours again. “Now be a good little slut and fuck my ass.” I positioned myself behind her, my cock looking bigger and thicker than I’d ever seen it as I pressed it against her asshole. Getting this inside of that seemed like an impossible feat to me, but she had done this before and I trusted her. Gently, I began to move my hips forward. I felt significant resistance against my cockhead, but as I continued to push against it, I could feel that resistance start to give way, slowly but surely. Encouraged by this, I pushed a little harder, and as she hummed with approval, I watched my dick begin to slowly disappear inside my mistress’ ass.
“Oh fuuuuuuck…” I immediately understood what all the fuss was about, grabbing hold of her hips and groaning as her walls expanded just enough to take every inch of me. She moaned deeply in unison, looking up to the ceiling as if she had been praying to God for a thick cock to stretch her ass out. The feeling inside was far more intense than I had expected: so much more heat, so much more pressure than when I was in her pussy. It was like her anus was trying to compress my cock into diamonds, and with how hard I was, it might as well have. As I gradually began to thrust in and out of her, every small movement sent shockwaves of arousal through my body. My nerves were on fire, my skin electric. I wanted to live in this moment forever. Finished with her religious experience, my mistress turned her head to look at me, a satisfied smile creeping across her face as she saw how lost I was in the joys of her ass.
“Mmm, do you like fucking my tight little hole?” she asked, sighing with contentment as I continued to slowly edge in and out of her.
“Oh g-god yes Miss, it feels sssooooo fucking good!” I groaned in reply.
“Then…oh…fuck me harder, toy. I can take it,” she demanded. With her encouragement I began to thrust harder and faster, the increased pace only intensifying the pleasurable friction from her asshole’s firm grip on my manhood. The room started to echo with our cries of passion and the sound of my hips slapping against her ample buttocks. I finally noticed the belt around her neck again, and pulled it back towards me as I slammed deep inside her.
“Fuck yesssssss…” she hissed, throwing her hips back to match my rhythm. “Choke me hard while you stretch my ass out with that dirty cock, that’s a good boy.” It was at this point that my entire concept of dom/sub dynamics was turned on its head. Prior to this night, if I’d walked into that room and seen a man choking this woman with a belt while balls-deep in her ass, I would take it for granted that he was the dominant one. But it certainly didn’t feel that way to me; despite any appearances to the contrary, she was still very much in charge. I wasn’t choking her with a belt to assert my dominance over her, I was choking her because she wanted me to choke her, and I wanted to please her.
After a few minutes of intense fucking, both of us were breathing heavily, dripping with sweat. As I continued to thrust in and out of her, I noticed that while she only seemed to be enjoying herself more and more, my pleasure had started to plateau. The sensations of her asshole squeezing around me still felt incredible, but the arousal within me wasn’t building up to any kind of release. At the time I blamed it on the alcohol, but since then I’ve come to find that sex in doggy-style positions is often too physically draining for me to be able to finish. However, when I heard the telltale buzzing of her vibrator, I knew my mistress was about to bring herself over the edge. And I wanted to give that to her so badly. From the moment I was handcuffed to a chair and watching her masturbate, what I wanted more than anything, more than even getting to cum myself, was getting to make her cum, to *feel* her cum. So I fought off my exhaustion to keep giving her what she needed, while she moved her toy to her clit. I could faintly feel the pleasant vibrations even through her ass, and could only imagine how much more intensely they must have been rippling through her clit. Knowing she was getting close, I pulled the belt tighter around her throat, eliciting a surprised gasp.
“Oh fu-u-uuuck yes, keep fucking me…” she cried, her voice shaky. “Mmm, be a good toy and make me cum with your cock in my ass. Ohhhh oh oh FUUUUCK!” She let out a guttural moan as her orgasm hit her, the arm still holding her up collapsing beneath her as the other continued to hold the vibrator to her clit. I let go of the belt and grabbed her hips with both hands, keeping her steady and continuing to pump into her as she shuddered and shook. When her cries of pleasure ceased and I felt the buzzing of the vibrator stop, I slowly eased myself out of her. Repositioning on the bed, I lay back and pulled her over to cuddle with me, putting my arm around her and gently stroking her sweat-drenched skin while she recovered.
“Awww, you still haven’t cum yet?” She asked once she was capable of speech again, noticing my dick still standing at attention. Concerned about her feelings, I started to apologise – but she immediately cut me off with a tender kiss on the lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,” she cooed, before spitting in her hand and wrapping it around my shaft. I sighed and held her closer as she began to stroke at a steady pace, already feeling a familiar stirring in my balls. I closed my eyes and let myself relax as she kissed her way up my neck, ghosts of her lips tingling on my skin after they left. Her hand squeezed tighter around me and started pumping faster. No more teasing, this was a woman on a mission. I sucked in air as she lightly nibbled my earlobe, air that quickly came out in a lewd moan as I felt the foreign but surprisingly enjoyable sensation of her tongue sliding into my ear. She chuckled at the severity of my response, and I opened my eyes to see her beaming at me. “You know, you’re my favourite little fucktoy,” she told me, and I moaned again as her praise sent warm feelings of joy to both my heart and my loins. I let the hand holding her to me wander up and down her body, luxuriating in the smoothness of her skin. Her hand started stroking faster still, even perhaps getting a little rough, her technique favouring efficiency over pleasure. She was determined to milk this orgasm out of me, whatever it took. And it was coming. I could feel it building up inside me, every tug on my cock bringing it closer to the surface, closer to release. I leaned in towards my mistress for one last kiss, our tongues wrestling against each other, until the ceaseless movement of her hand made me pull away with a cry.
“Oh god Miss, you’re going to make me cum. Please, please let me cum!” I begged, biting my lip and clutching the sheets trying to hold back the oncoming storm until I had her permission. Mercifully, she did not make me wait.
“Mmm, good boy, cum for me. That cum is all *mine*. Give it to me. Give it to me.” She ordered. And I obeyed, roaring as all the desire, frustration and need poured out of me in an eruption of cum. The first spurt shot out so violently it almost hit me in the face, but thankfully landed just to the left. “That’s it, let it all out,” my mistress encouraged as she stroked me through my orgasm, the rest of my seed spilling out over my chest and stomach. I breathed a long-awaited sigh of relief.
“Thank you, Miss,” I said, still holding her close to me. She smiled and gave me a short peck on the lips.
“You’re very welcome,” she replied, and we both had a bit of a giggle at being so cordial following such debauchery. After that, we cleaned up, snuggled, talked about our lives and past experiences, your usual post-sex intimacy stuff. We fooled around again bit later in the night, the highlight being when she choked me with the belt while I worshipped her pussy. It was incredibly thrilling to feel myself get a little faint whenever the belt tightened around my neck while my face was buried between her thighs, and I’d always try to wait a little bit longer each time before giving her the tap to let me loose. Ultimately though, we both realised we were too exhausted to do much more of anything, and that was the end of our night together. Sadly she wasn’t a local, and despite some flirty texts and dirty pics being exchanged, we never met up again. But I’ll always look back fondly on this night.
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