My pulse is still pounding in my ears as you push me away. I stand there trembling under the bright hot lights, looking at you for the slightest sign of my future, any clue as to what you want. You stand perfectly still a meter in front of me. I’ve never seen you in this mood before so the tension begins to frighten me. A metallic chill begins just under the knot in my throat and spreads downward through my chest. I begin to cry silently, tears roll down my cheeks but you make no move to comfort or reassure me. Your hand reaches towards me and your fingertips beneath my chin tilt my face gently upwards. “I’m going to gag you now Fiona so that your screams won’t alarm the neighbors.” You say it softly as you produce the ball gag, grabbing me by my neck and pulling me to you.
You then open my mouth with your finger and thumb, push it inside and fasten it behind my neck. After you grab my arms, and buckle a set of studded black leather cuffs around my wrists snapping them together. You stroke my hair and know that I quiver with pleasure at this tiny act of reassurance. Reaching above my head, you pull down a long thick rope and fasten the cuffs to it, spreading my legs wide apart, then hoist me up until my arms are pulled above my head and I have to stand on my toes. You have me positioned, as you desire. The camera clicks for the first time, as I swing there looking at you adoringly through tear stained eyes, you step forward and pinch the soft flesh of my midriff between your finger and thumb, squeezing hard and twisting.
The pain sears like steam and I try to cry out but only a dull moan escapes the gag. “Ah you look lovely positioned like that Fiona my pet.” Posed this way, I’m bent slightly forward, spread and stretched into the ultimate erotic pose, but my wrists are throbbing, my arms feel like lead and worst of all, my bowels keep oozing and chafing around the plug. God, I wish I were irresistible! I’d give anything for you to feel so moved by my misery that you took me down and fucked me tenderly now. The camera flashes again and again, with my last reserves of energy, I begin another strenuous attempt to expel the butt-plug. “I’m going to whip you.” You whisper brandishing the riding crop. “A dozen stripes across your perfect derriere. Remain very still. If you move I may hurt you more than I intend to.” The polished hardwood floor spins before my eyes under the heat and glare of the photographic lights but as you flourish the whip, everything snaps back into sharp focus. You hold it out for me to see, thin and black with all the venomous menace of a rearing cobra. It looks exactly as you described it would. I watch it like a hypnotized rabbit, then your arm flicks rapidly and the whistling arc of it cuts the air so close to my face that I feel it like a fingertip’s caress across my cheek. Flinching and trembling, fear crawls across my skin and slithers, cold and shuddering into my orifices as you touch me with the tip of it, brushing it lightly down my torso. Slowly, gently, you begin to feel my breasts.
You lift them tenderly and suck on the swollen nipples. As I shudder with passion your teeth close around one stiff teat, sending blinding waves of electricity through my body. I feel your hand between my thighs and then the smooth thrust of your fingers entering me. I bite into the gag as you pull the butt-plug out. The white heat of its passing out of my rectum hurts me more than anything has ever hurt in my whole life. I shudder and tremble as you finger me hardly noticing when you change your grip, inserting your thumb in my anus and two fingers in my pussy. When you kneel between my thighs, I tell myself that everything’s okay again and you’re trying to excite me.
You nudge the lips of my cunt apart, nibbling, caressing with long strokes of your tongue. It spirals around my pearl until I’m squirming on the verge of orgasm. I feel your hands forcing my thighs wider, pulling my body into a bow as you get to your feet. My weight, swinging on my wrists is suddenly forgotten as you raise the sleek black switch. I cringe and bite down on the gag as my whole world flares blood red and barbs of pain tear into me like silver hooks. I sway on the rope, blood pounding in my temples, watching you ready yourself to hit me again. If the gag wasn’t in my mouth I would beg you to stop – promise you anything! I try to avoid the second stroke and it lands on the outside of my thigh and again my whole universe turns blood red.
After the third or forth stroke I lose count and lose the will to resist. I no longer care. Tears run down my face and under the gag. I can’t believe how cruel you are. The white heat explodes every few seconds across my bottom and thighs. The camera flashes again, “I know I had planned to only give you twelve” You say breathlessly, “but…” Your foot sweeps mine away and as I dangle spinning and screaming inside my head, the whip bites into my calves, shoulders and back in a flurry of blows so fast that everything stings and smarts at once.
Vertigo throws a black cloak over me as I hear you say from so far away. “My pet, oh my beautiful pet… those are the last words I hear you speak…. Face down on your bed, naked, my wrists still shackled, every breath a symphony of aches and stinging glowing heat. You’re kneeling beside me, cool strong hands moving in circles over my shoulders massaging cream into the welts. I lie perfectly still, too drained even to wince as your hands soothe the bruised flesh of my back and thighs. I don’t even move, and I recall nothing, when you slide your fingers into my anus to apply the cream there. I take a big breath and exhale slowly. Everything stings aches, and throbs. Though the gag is gone I have nothing to say. I feel you beside me, I hope I pleased you.”
My pet you were so wonderful-gave such a fine performance for me. Welcome home my sweet pet-this haven is now yours and you shall never leave me. In the morning we shall have more lessons, there is so much you need to learn” You tell me. I know now that I don’t need to say anything because I have the power. The power I had longed for, the power of another to Own Me. To use me and love me. I know I’m as special to you now as any woman will ever be. You excite me gently, kissing my welts and bruises, pouring your kisses into my mouth and my liquefying womb, tonguing my wounded rear.
Later as you fuck me as if you’re running a marathon, smooth deep strokes plunging into my upturned womb with perfect precision, I say all those dirty little things you love to hear. I want you to know how special you are because you already know how special I am.
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