Dear Diary Pt. 02

Literotic asexstories – Dear Diary Pt. 02 by archaicbalance,archaicbalance
I lay on the bed, bound by my hands and feet to it’s corners, clamped nipples red and swollen atop my chest. Moving caused the clamps to shift, which hurt, but stillness made it feel as though the prongs of the clamps were digging ever deeper into my tender skin. I felt as though my nipples were being slowly bitten off. My pussy gushed.

Master finally returned, fully nude. He walked to the end of the bed and picked up a Hitachi magic wand, one of the heavier items he had dropped there earlier. I didn’t struggle as he taped the vibrator to my inner thigh, pressing the head hard against my throbbing clit and securing it with bondage tape. I screamed when he plugged it in and turned it on. He laughed sadistically, which scared and aroused me further, encouraging my screams.

“You’re not allowed to cum, baby,” he reminded me. “Not that I think you can with your tits strung up like that.”

I hated that he was right. My nipples have always been intensely sensitive and causing enough nipple pain would override my ability to orgasm. It was a torturous feedback loop of arousal and pain, one in which I could stay stuck for hours without relief. By that time, an orgasm would be so painful, I would scream and thrash if forced to finish. I knew I would be forced to.

“I won’t leave you long,” he said, as though reading my mind. He crossed the room and put on a cock ring, causing his already bulging cock to engorge and harden further than seemed possible. He was huge when fully erect, 7.5″ and as thick as my wrist, with a bulging mushroom tip that rubbed my g-spot when he fucked me in certain positions.

He came to stand over me beside the bed, stroking his thick cock, covering his rod in lube in preparation. He slapped the leftover lube onto my pussy, rubbing some onto the vibrator head to keep my clit wet as he lined himself up to enter me.

“No, wait, you haven’t stretched me out at all,” I begged, suddenly realizing how unprepared my tight pussy was for his huge erection. “Please open me up first,” I begged, trying to sound sexy to convince him, knowing he didn’t intend to spare me pain without equal sexual reward.

He didn’t acknowledge my cries, instead pressing the fat tip of his cock against my wet slit. He pinched my clit between his fingers, twisting it as he had twisted my nipples as he pressed his cock into me. He sawed the tip of his member back and forth, barely pushing the first few inches into my cunt.

“You’re such a tight fuck. I don’t usually agree with sluts but I might need to stretch you out.”

He pushed in and out a few more times, then pulled out and spit on my pussy repeatedly. He stuffed two fingers deeply inside me, flexing them forward to add pressure to my g-spot. I gasped and tried to sit up, shocked by the sudden intrusion, but a firm hand pressed my chest down. The hand moved gently to knead a tortured breast, and even the gentle touch caused me to cry out. He chuckled softly, the heat in his eyes growing at my moans.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered. “What a little slut. Sexy little slut is so fucking wet for daddy. Those clamps really work wonders.”

He pulled the clamps off suddenly, tearing them off my inflamed nipples, the aching pain suddenly fire hot, searing through me. I looked down hesitantly, half expecting to see my nipples torn off, skin ripped away by the metal claws. My nipples were swollen and bruised, my tits marred with dark welts from the clamps, but I wasn’t maimed as I felt. I sobbed in pain and relief.

He placed the clamps off to the side and brought his mouth to my left tit, licking over its surface before swirling his tongue around my nipple. He kissed the areola and flicked my stub with his tongue, eliciting cries of painful pleasure. He continued to softly torment my sore nipples while one of his hands continued its assault on my cunt.

I felt him press a third finger against my opening, then into my tight hole alongside his other two fingers. He twisted his hand, pressing his fingers against my warm walls to open up my passage. He removed two fingers then and shoved a single one inside me, pushing as far as he could go, sliding in and out. Seemingly satisfied, he removed his fingers.

Master unclipped my ankle cuffs and drew my legs up until my face was between my knees, my breasts squeezed out between my thighs and my pussy fully exposed. As he pushed my legs into position and secured them, I realized this new position also gave him full access to my yet untouched asshole. Master had told me he had a surprise for me; maybe this was it. I shuddered, thought even I couldn’t tell if it was out of excitement or fear.

Master mounted me and thrust his cock into my stretched pussy, gliding into my hole in one motion. I felt Master’s balls slap against my asshole as he thrust into me. He towered over me, leaning forward, pressing my legs against my shoulders with his weight. He ground his hips against mine, his cock as deep inside me as it could be. Despite the discomfort from my twisted position, my pussy responded to the intrusion with increased arousal and pleasure, my wetness allowing him to slide his thick cock out of my cunt with ease.

I was so lost in the pleasure of being fucked by my Master’s cock that I almost didn’t notice his fingers creeping down my inner thigh, passing my clit and labia and sloppy pussy for my perfectly tight asshole.

Master had never used my asshole for his cock before but had been instructing me on how to ready myself for him. Every night, I record myself taking whichever anal toy Master requests and wetting it with my mouth and pussy before slowly pushing into my ass. Master started me out small with toys I could easily press into my hole, but eventually I was sending long videos of my ass slowly gaping open as I rocked in and out on a dildo the size of a soda can, the dildo doused in lube and my pussy juices, and still unable to fully enter me. Master loved those videos and sometimes made me watch them with him while he played with my asshole himself, pushing toys or fingers inside me while I squirmed and moaned at the intrusion.

He pressed a second finger inside my tight ass, causing me to writhe in pain at the sudden and surprise widening of my tightest hole. I gasped and arched my back, my response to the pain inadvertantly driving his fingers deeper into me, my ass flexing around him as he pressed relentlessly forward. He turned his fingers up as he bottomed out on his knuckles, using his fingers in my ass to press against his cock still deep in my pussy.

“Mm, I can almost stroke myself off inside you,” he chuckled.

Master thrust himself in and out of me, more slowly now. He brought his lips to my ear, breathing hotly against my neck, causing goosebumps. “Tell me what you are,” he ordered.

I moaned and said dutifully, “I’m a fuck toy, Daddy. My body is useful only to please your cock and receive your cum.

“I’m glad you know that,” he breathed, bending down to nip and my neck and breasts. “You’re the sexiest toy I’ve ever seen. I’d hate to see such a good cock sleeve go unused.”

He pulled his fingers out of my ass as he slid his cock from my wet cunt, guiding himself lower until his cock was pressed against my half-stretched asshole. He pushed firmly, my rear passage opening willingly at his desire. He picked up pace and intensity right away, slamming himself into my ass, focused now on his own pleasure, as though I really was just a toy, holes for him to use.

He came inside me after a few minutes of roughly fucking my ass, his creamy cum dripping out of me as he pulled out, his cock still rock hard as he observed my gaping asshole. I could feel my pussy juices dripping down over my gaped ass, combining with Master’s cum. A wave of arousal passed over me, my swollen nipples and stretched asshole relieved of their respective torture and suddenly flooding me with sexual energy as the pain turned to pleasure. I arched against the restraints still keeping my wrists and ankles together and moaned with need.

Master untied me and gathered me in his arms, hugging me close on the bed. I could feel his waning erection pressed against my pubic bone and couldn’t help but lustfully grind on him.

Master chuckled.

“You never can get enough,” he said, his fingers moving to slide between my wet pussy lips. “I suppose I owe you something,” he breathed, pinching my swollen clit gently between two fingers.

To be continued…