“Lie down on your back.” You gasp. I can tell you’re clinging to control, but just barely. “I’m going to tie you up now and fuck that hot little cunt of yours.” You tell me.
That alone is enough to make me obey. The thought of your massive dick stretching my aching cunt is enough to make me do anything. I lie down quickly with my arms and legs by my side.
“Spread them.” You say simply. And I know exactly what you mean. I spread my arms above my head and spread my legs as far apart as they can go. I’m now lying spread eagle on the bed. You grab my ankles roughly and slide them up the bed until the backs of my heels are touching my thighs. You swiftly secure my wrists and ankles so I can’t move and a slow panic washes over me. I can’t move. I’m lying bound, legs splayed lewdly open, completely immobile, totally and utterly at your mercy. My pussy drips in anticipation. You grab the glass dildo that is still coated in my juices and rub it along my slit.
“You cunt is soaked. You’re such a dirty whore. You like this- you can’t lie- your body gives you away.” You shove the dildo into my pussy and pull it back out. You pinch my clit and I moan, I try to buck away but I can’t move an inch. You slide the dildo back towards my ass and plunge it in. I yelp in surprise more than pain- I wasn’t expecting that. And you slap my clit. I yelp again, but again my body betrays me and my pussy gushes. You see and feel my wetness and you smile.
“That’s right, kitten, I know you like it. And we’re just getting started.”
I blush. My entire body flushes red in embarassment at how your rough treatment and domination turns me on. You slap my clit again, harder this time and my body bucks involuntarily. My cunt convulses and spasms on the verge of orgasm just from a swat to my clit. You’re right, I am a dirty, filthy whore. I see you smile at my body’s reaction to what you’re doing. You’re really enjoying this, and I can tell it’s turning you on as much as it’s turning me on. Your cock is rock hard and throbbing. I can see it pulse with every heartbeat. It’s standing straight up and so swollen it’s a bright reddish purple. It actually looks like it hurts it’s so hard. You rise up on your knees and lean over me, aiming your dick at the entrance to my pussy. With one hand you grab my throat and stare into my eyes. You squeeze my airway tightly- so tight I can’t breathe. My eyes widen in panic as you lean in and whisper to me.
“Remember, slut, you don’t come without my permission. I’m going to fuck that tight little cunt of yours now. Do not come until I tell you. Understand?” You let go of my throat so I can answer.
“Yes, Sir.” I gasp.
But I have no idea how I will manage. Your hand around my neck and your menacing words have my pussy dripping and convulsing in little anticipatory orgasms already. I try desperately to calm myself, to think of something, anything else besides how achingly, terribly, agonizingly turned on I am. But it’s no use. My mind, my entire being is centered on my cunt, on my arousal, on my need for release. I don’t want to let you down and I certainly don’t want to be punished, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself from coming when you thrust your hard cock inside me. You can see the struggle in my eyes as you look at me and you smirk.
“Don’t let me down, kitten.” You say as you rise up on your knees. You pinch my clit once more for good measure and I squeal and writhe around on the bed. You laugh darkly.
“That’s my little slut.” you say “I love how you love the pain.”
You reach underneath me and grab my hips, lifting my bottom up so I’m half in the air, half on the bed. I’m completely helpless, lying there like a little rag doll. And I realize then, that’s exactly what I am tonight. I’m your toy. I’m your own personal little fuck toy. This realization causes me to moan. I can’t even tell you how much that thought turns me on. You direct your dick at the entrance to my tight wet cunt and in one swift movement you shove yourself all the way in to the hilt. You let out a strangled cry as my pussy clamps down and squeezes.
“You whore.” you scream at me. “God your fucking cunt is so tight!” you growl as you begin to pound into my soaked pussy.
Using my hips as leverage you shove yourself in and out of me in long, hard, violent thrusts. And every thrust is punctuated by a dirty name.
“Slut! Whore! Cunt! Bitch!” you curse at me as your hips crash into my pussy at the end of each violent thrust.
Your language and the way you’re pounding into me, so hard, so angry, like you’re just using me to get off, with no care for my own pleasure quickly has me fighting off my own orgasm. I’m panting heavily, and moaning at each stroke into my cunt. You feel my pussy being to tighten aroud your dick, you hear my cries getting louder and you reach one hand up to pinch my nipple. You know what this does to me. You’re torturing me on purpose.
“Don’t you dare.” you say coldly as you stare at me. “Don’t you dare come yet, bitch.”
“Oh God!” I groan. “Please!” I beg you. “Please I don’t think I can stop it.” I cry out.
“No!” you yell at me as you continue to pound ruthlessly into my tightening cunt. “No you do not have permission to come yet.”
“Please! Please, please, please let me come!”
I’m right there. I’m so on the edge I don’t know how I’ve managed to keep from falling off. My pussy is trembling with little pre-orgasm quakes. I’m so aroused it hurts and I desperately need release. I feel like I’ll die if I don’t come right now, right this second.
“You beg so nice.” you reply. “But you cannot come yet.”
“Oh God!” I scream. I’m sure I’m going to come anyway, permission or not. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!” I feel the orgasm swelling within me, too big to hold back.
“Master, PLEASE may I come now?!” I cry out, defeated. I am begging you, admitting your control, your mastery of me. It’s a last ditch effort, a final plea, an admission to you that I finally know my place and a heartfelt request for permission before I am sure to disappoint you by coming anyway. And apparently it was what you were waiting to hear.
“Yes my slut, you may come. Come NOW!” you say as you flick my clit one last time. And I explode.
My entire body convulses, my cunt locks down around your cock so tightly that you can’t even move. I am coming harder and longer than I ever have before. I can’t stop shaking. My whole body feels like it’s on fire. From somewhere far away I hear you growling and spasming in your own orgasm, feel you digging your nails into my hips and spraying my insides with your come. It seems like an eternity that my body rides this intense wave of pleasure, and indeed once I finally regain consciousness it appears it was a good 7 minutes that I was consumed in orgasmic bliss. When I finally do come down, I realize that you’ve released my arms and legs and are lying next to me, brushing the hair away from my forehead. I look up at you. I’m utterly exhausted, sweaty and beaten. No matter what I try to tell myself, no matter how hard I try to deny it, you truly are my master. There’s no hiding from it anymore. And after that experience, there’s no way I want to.
“Are you ok, kitten?” you ask me, concerned.
“Are you kidding?” I reply.
You laugh as you lean in to kiss me gently on the lips.
“You see, my dirty little whore, you should have listened to me from the beginning.” you say in mock anger. “I told you if you submitted to me you wouldn’t regret it. And I was right, wasn’t I?”
I stare up at you, so strong and masuline and sexy. And dominating. Definitely dominating. My heart starts pounding rapidly as I look into your eyes. I quickly look down, blushing and tongue tied. Nobody has ever made me feel like this. You reach up and grab a nipple and pull.
“I was right, wasn’t I kitten.” you say again.
“Yes.” I finally answer. “Yes, you were right. Master.”
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