Tag: BDSM

I grabbed Ally’s hair in a big chunk, wrenching her mouth off my dick. She was drooling all over herself and her brown eyes were red in the corners. I let her breathe for a bit before I addressed her. “Do you like it when master uses your throat like it’s a pussy?” Ally nodded emphatically, “ungh, yes, master. Please, use your whore’s throat.” I pulled the leash harshly, bringing Ally close, but lower than before. “Be a good fucktoy and suck your master’s balls.” Ally moaned lightly before sucking one of my nuts into her mouth. I gave a gentler pull on the leash than I had before, burying the brunette’s face in my balls. She moaned around me and her tongue quickened. “Mmmmmmm, yyyesssssss! That’s a good fuckpet.” The words were a low growl, seeped in pleasure and only made Ally want to please me more. She licked, sucked and massaged my balls for what felt like forever before I finally stepped back. Ally whimpered as my nuts were pulled just out of reach. Even I was slightly surprised by her reaction. She was SO needy today – so desperate to please. So incredibly bent on being degraded by her master. “Mmm, master’s balls need a break. You’re getting too hungry, slut.” Ally’s eyes flashed with fire – a mixture of anger and intense need. “You’ve proven you’re good at eating a bone, but master wants to use your fuckholes.” The moment of anger had passed,  Ally was back in slut mode. “Yes, master. Oh, please, use your slut. I am your living sextoy. Abuse your whore’s body, use her holes as you need.” Read more »

Ally’s yelps, whimpers, and occasional screams were surprisingly effective at drowning out the sound of the drill actively bringing the flog across her clit. They were much less effective at tuning out the slapping sounds of several leather straps coming down onto her reddening flesh. I had given her the option of the electric screwdriver, but she was in an incredible state of desperation and need today – no doubt a product of me allowing her to play with herself but not cum for the two days we were apart. Our schedules had misaligned, and while I usually let her play however she wants (with the occasional caveat that allows me to maintain control from a distance) I had denied her requests for release. See, the thing is, Ally HATES being teased for extended periods, so I knew this was going to drive her crazy. But, I also knew that if I promised a masochist that I would hurt her, she’d be more than happy to oblige me. I unplugged the drill, slowing the spinning leather straps to a halt, as I inspected the artificially heated skin of Ally’s pussy. Ally’s eyes were glazed over in a daze, as I placed my fingers gently upon her vulva. After tearing up her flesh, my fingers were more than enough to continue to inflict pain. Ally began to moan as I massaged the pained area. Before she could fully recover from her surface wounds, I withdrew my touch. Ally’s hips bucked towards my fingers as much as the restraints that bound her would allow. “I’m sorry, my little pain slut. Master’s not quite done breaking you.” Ally’s eyes shot open, pleading, desperate, but not for relief from the pain. “Please, master. Please break your pain slut. Make your whore desperate for more intensity.” I rubbed my thumb along Ally’s cheek, reassuring her that her pleas would be answered. A peck on her lips, before I moved onto the second phase. Read more »