Her hands were tied to the top corners of his four-poster bed and her legs were spread wide, set in place by the 30-inch ankle spreaders.
She’d arrived at his house about 90 minutes ago and they’d talked as friends about the dynamic and just general chat.
Also enjoying a couple of glasses of wine as they talked, but he’d insisted that two was the limit. He’d said it should just calm the nerves and be a little mental lubricant but that was all.
She could feel the firmness of that mattress beneath her. It was cushioned by the rich thick bedding. Her knees were grateful for that.
She could hear him moving something around, maybe picking something up and doing something with it but she had no clue as to what it might be.
The room was comfortable, warm but not hot. She was naked and shivered a little. Not at all from the temperature but from the last fight of her nervousness that the alcohol hadn’t quite yet dulled.
She was content though, as she also knew that the nerves were mixed with excitement.
She felt the roughness of his fingers, although his touch was gentle, as he ran his hand up along her inner thigh and then immediately over the curves of her buttocks. He continued into the dip at the base of her spine and then upward along her back and over to her shoulder.
Her skin was electrified by his touch.
Once he’d reached the base of her neck he stopped.
She felt the bed lower slightly as he knelt on it, transferring his weight.
Now she could feel his presence. So close to her. His heat, his power, his desire emanated from him.
She then felt him grab her hair and hold it back before tying it loosely with a bobble.
She could barely see anything anyway, with her head down, almost resting on the pillow and the dim lighting of the room.
But then, as she felt the fabric slide across her face, darkness came as he placed the blindfold over her eyes. The final glimmer of light vanished as he tied it to hold it in place.
The next sensation was more than unusual, it felt unfamiliar, alien to her.
But she soon realised that it was the semi-hard rubber of the ball on a ball-gag as he placed it in her mouth, nesting it behind her teeth.
A shudder of fear rose in her as she felt him pull the straps, tighten and buckle them.
She immediately began to drool around the ball and could feel her saliva dripping from her mouth and tears well in her eyes. At the same time and as a slight surprise to her, she felt the warmth and moisture between her legs.
She felt his weight shift again as he knelt behind her. She heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers.
His hands took hold of her at the hips. He positioned her to his liking.
He took one hand away and she felt the tip of his cock being rubbed along her pussy.
There was no mistaking, it was definitely his cock. It was hard, god was it hard! But it definitely had the fleshy texture of human and not that of synthetic material.
Slowly he began to push inside her. Stretching her as he went.
Fuck! His cock was so hard and she’d forgotten about its more than generous girth.
He pushed all the way inside her and she felt like it was up to her stomach.
His hands gripped hard onto her thighs and ass. As he began to fuck her, he moved her back and forth, the rhythms in perfect syncopation.
All she could do was softly moan with each thrust as he drove himself inside her, harder and harder and harder.
She began to shake with delight as he continued to build his lust inside her.
As it grew, his hands began to explore her. Groping at her flesh, her ass, her thighs her breasts and occasionally pulling at her hair and lifting her head back. This caused the saliva to run down her chin and onto her neck.
She began to feel like his dirty little slut, again. A feeling that she had ached for again and again and now welcomed with everything that she was.
As he continued she felt him press something onto her tight ass. Warm, rough and wet. It must be his thumb. She could feel the shape of it as he massaged her delicate but wanton hole.
He continued to massage it as he continued to fuck her. Pressing his thumb against her but not into her.
The bed was now shaking and rattling as he pounded into her and simultaneously thrust her body back down onto his cock.
Her moans had increased in volume and soon turned into groans of intense and consuming pleasure.
She was sure that she would have climaxed several times by now had it not been for the heightened awareness to each sensation, the exciting element of fear and loss of control and the fact that she knew that she had to wait for permission.
Suddenly he stopped.
He slowly pulled his thick, throbbing cock out of her.
It felt magnificent but she immediately wanted him to push it back in again.
He didn’t.
She felt the bed move once again, this time as he stood up.
He hadn’t cum yet.
She knew that.
She wondered what he would do next.
The searing sting of the first strike against her pussy, made her gasp, made her eyes stream.
With barely enough time to conceive the thought that it must be his crop.
The second strike thundered from point of impact through her body and caught in her throat.
She tried to release it with a scream but it was imprisoned by the ball-gag.
She choked and coughed and spluttered as the third strike hit.
She could feel her eyes behind the blindfold. They had turned to wild and craving.
Her demon eyes. He had swiftly and with skill and intent awoke her inner demon.
Angry with frustration and hunger. A hunger for him to strike again. A hunger for him to fuck her again.
A hunger for him to use her as he chose and to take everything of her.
A hunger to be his.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wfr06c/her_submission_iii