[M4F] I Will Never Forget the Sound She Made [bondage][fantasy come true]

I knew some of her story.

At least why she was there. Why she willingly put herself in this helpless position. The establishment catered to fantasies, to secret desires, and I was selected to make hers come true.

I really am not drawn to inflicting pain. That’s probably why what happened…happened. And why her thank you card posted on the board said simply “I can’t forget.”

I had written beneath her script, “I can’t forget either.”

I entered the room where she was tied and blindfolded, and her chest heaved with short, Adrenalin-fueled breaths. I could tell that she wanted to call out to the footsteps she heard, to form some semblance of connection with this stranger, but she did not. I resisted as well.

I had the advantage, of course. I could see her. But still I wanted her to hear me. I wanted to put her at ease. Despite the sharp edge in the air, somehow she seemed to sense my nature nonetheless. Her hips tipped upward, and I saw the opening of her inner pussy clench.

So often in control, she craved the loss of it. That’s what I understood. And that’s the sizzling energy I saw thrumming through her body.

She forgot herself for just a sliver of a moment, forgot the rules of this fantasy, and she dared to whisper, “oh god.”

I cracked my riding crop on her open pussy.

Her body arched, rigid.

She cried out.

I cracked her delicate pussy again

“Silence,” I said quietly, firmly.

She shook. Mouth open. I sensed shock and wonder. And surrender. Beautiful, utter surrender.

Seconds passed with only the sound of her broken breaths, nervous swallows.

The seconds became one minute…two…three.

I was impressed she did not become confused or impatient. We seemed to be communicating wordlessly. Maybe it was as nuanced as the tiny sound my clothes made when I moved, when I inhaled.

“Good girl,” I said.

She pushed her pussy forward, ever so slightly.

She flared more. I could see her erect clit.

I backed off the strength for the next crack of the riding crop.

She deserved more pleasure in the sting for her obedience. Her mouth opened again, her breaths shuddered again, but her head tipped back. I could tell it felt exactly how she dreamed. Better.

I slapped her pussy again. Again.

Her sucking, gasping breaths were more erotic than moans.

Her body undulated. Her legs strained against the bonds, but not to escape…to spread her legs as far as they would allow.

I chose a cadence. Slow enough to make the build incremental and deliberate, but fast enough to buoy the thrill and keep it rising.

Now the blows provoked deep, guttural groans from her depths.

I did not punish her for it. Her mind tossed in a wild, stormy ocean. Lost, but in bliss. I wanted her to experience something beyond what she ever had before. I wanted her soul tear open. I wanted me to be the one to give it to her.

She grunted. Humped forward for the next blow.

I let her coax me to increase the speed.

“You slut,” I said before the next blow.

“Yes!”

“You slut,” I repeated before the next.

She changed then. I saw primal desperation. Raw. Unfettered.

“You SLUT!”

“Yes!” she cried as her pussy took the blow.

Our mantra continued, depraved and wild.

“You slut.” *crack*

“Yes!”

“You slut.” *crack*

“YES!”

Her muscles contracted and bulged.

Her pussy flared to embrace the approaching destruction. My cock thundered in my pants. I felt the cold wetness from my flow.

A howl rose from her chest and clawed out. Flying higher and higher in pitch.

I will never forget that sound.

I started cracking her pussy in a light, relentless flurry.

She convulsed.

Over and over and over and over.

It was coming. Coming. Coming.

She shattered.

I thought she might snap her back from the viciousness of her orgasmic arch.

A scream froze on her face.

She wasn’t breathing. Just cumming like her soul was being ripped from its sacred bonds.

Then, she collapsed.

I dropped the crop.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I approached her.

I began to unzip my pants to drop them.

She turned her head and nodded.

For no rational reason, I wanted to tell her that I loved her.

As I entered her, she lifted her head to brush her cheek against mine.

I felt myself dissolving into her. Merging into an entirely new being with her.

Her pussy quivered around my cock.

God, I loved her.

“I am yours,” she whispered in my ear.

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