Serendipity

He switched things up on me before I could acclimate to the treatment, his wonderful tongue taking a detour to my sopping pussy which was ungovernable in the way it clenched and spasmed. He began to dine on my arousal, his powerful muscle swimming through my juicy folds and plunging into my vagina in a singular smooth motion. He purposely ignored my clitoris, stroking near it several times which caused my back to rise in anticipation of mercy, only to leave me deflated when he maliciously turned away from it.

A sheen of sweat clung to my body several minutes later, after my master had subjected me to the best kind of torment that saw him dine ravenously upon my holes as if they were the sole sources of his replenishment. By this point my face was glued to the mattress, tongue lolling out of the side of my mouth, frothing from dehydration. I had grown weary from exhaustion, the pleasure almost too much to bear without an outlet in sight. He emerged from in between my spread legs, standing tall behind me, ignoring the waterfall of fluids cascading down his face. With a yank of the chain, I was pulled upright and suspended in midair, heavy breasts slapping into my torso. My salvation soon arrived as cool water hit my gaping mouth, the restorative liquid giving me much needed relief. Daddy fed me an entire bottle, until my belly was full, and my thirst was nothing but a distant memory.

“Thank you, daddy,” I choked out, pathetically sputtering my words.

On cue the true torture resumed, just as I had been pulled from the brink and saved from certain disaster. A familiar buzzing emanated from between my legs, but before I could place the source, it began to swiftly unwind me. The suction on my clitoris was otherworldly, the vibrations like tremors threatening to tear my core asunder. My chain was released, and I crashed into the bed, my entire body trembling as an orgasm rapidly built within me. Further problems arose when he inserted the plug back inside of my body, my asshole greedily clamping upon the cool steel. My teeth found purchase upon the comforter, twisting the blanket and the sheets beneath it as I willed myself to hold on.

Next came his fingers, two large, thick intrusions diving within my sunken depths. My tight walls sucked him in, ushering him forward like a pair of gracious hosts, urging him to finish me on the spot. I dug my nails into my palms, wrists locked in place but palpitating all the same, the sound of clinking steel filling the air. The muscles in my legs were on fire, rigid as stone as I tried to hitch myself to the realm of mortals. But my master had other plans, insistent on causing my destruction, the vibrations amongst my clit increasing in force. His fingers slammed in and out of me faster than before, and my sphincter mirrored his actions, pushing and pulling the plug within my asshole all on its own.

“Please….please…,” was all I could manage with a mouthful of bedding, my vocabulary boiling down to the one word required for my survival.

Daddy granted my request after savoring a few minutes’ worth of my pathetic begging and pleading, instructing me to release for him with words I don’t remember hearing but I’m certain were spoken. I quickly raised the mental dam holding back the floodwaters and felt a tidal wave of dopamine crash upon my psyche so forcefully the wind was knocked from my breast. Tears ran down my face as I came, my mouth casting curses as my muscles contracted dangerously around the plug and his fingers alike. I wet myself for the umpteenth time, causing yet another lake to appear on the ruined bed, and the toy was mercifully removed from my clit to allow it time to recover.

There truly was no rest for the weary though, something I found out the hard way when I felt him throbbing against my lips. I was so selfishly caught up in my own world, having been deconstructed into a quivering pile of unintelligible words and involuntary bodily convulsions, that I temporarily lost sight of my true purpose. Of course he had a dick, how could I have forgotten about it? There it was, pressed deliciously against my moist opening, prepared to strike at any moment. He drove the length of his erection back and forth against my lips, moistening his skin with my desire. Each thrust earned a soft whimper from me as he eased my lips apart slightly, teasing my swollen clit with his head.

My master was finally ready to reclaim what had been his a lifetime ago. The bulbous head of his dick was perched at my entrance, wriggling around in small circles as he delayed his intrusion, leaving me on edge. He gripped my cheeks with his heavy hands and splayed them apart so he could watch himself take back ownership of me once and for all. And he did just that with a brisk swing of his hips, entering me with purpose, the entirety of his want and desire filling my very being. This was his sanctuary, and he made himself right at home, as if the locks on the doors had never been changed.

I realized the errors of my ways as he began to reintroduce himself to me, the mistakes of my past playing before me like a depressing slideshow. Was there anything better than this? I didn’t know the answer to that question, and I didn’t care to look for it either, especially when I felt him threaten to breach my stomach with how deep he was thrusting into me. I swear he aimed to split me in half, his girth so imposing it drove the air out of my lungs. He jostled the entirety of my body with each powerful thrust, scooting me back and forth across the bed as I rebounded against his thighs. One of his large hands gripped the handcuffs and pulled upon them, lifting my torso off the bed so he could hear my heavy tits clap together each time his abdomen crashed into my backside.

That same hand soon found my hair and twisted within my locks, freeing my eyes to find our combined reflection in the mirror. He had mounted me fully, his chest pressed into my back, my head held hostage within his grasp. Our bodies swapped sweat as our temples aligned, his fingers moseying across my throat, my lips, my face as a whole. He had claimed every inch of my body tonight, and I gave it to him willingly, watching him destroy from behind through the gap between his index and middle finger, the rest of his digits digging into my features. His other hand joined in, and soon he was torquing my neck, ten fingers pulling at the seams of my face as he recklessly drove his piston like dick into my aching pussy. His balls slapped relentlessly into my poor clit, the button suffering continued abuse that was as uncomfortable as it was pleasurable, the nerve endings firing as rapidly as my body would allow.

My face had disappeared underneath his large brown hands, save for the wide eye looking back at me between his tangled mass of crisscrossed fingers. I moaned incessantly into his palms, crying, and whining and whimpering until my voice grew hoarse. The sound of our wet lower halves routinely meeting in such a forceful fashion was deafening, a cacophony of unhinged animalistic mating noises crashing off the walls. My nails dug into my palms and to distract from my burning wrists, bruised from trashing uselessly against the cold steel. The intensity of his throbbing cock was indescribable, delivering to me the purest bliss my imagination could dream up. He battered me, unleashing years of pent-up frustration onto my body, abusing what I yielded to him earlier in the night.

“We’re going to come together, do you understand me?” he said through gritted teeth, his breath rough and ragged.

All I could do was blink, unable to nod since my head was subdued, and unable to speak since my mouth was temporarily out of service. But my body was ready, as ready as it would ever be, primed for release at a moment’s notice. He was going to beat it out of me with his dastardly member, the one that was violently splitting me at the seams and bruising my cervix all at once. He groaned vulgarities into my ear, the verbal filth bringing me closer to the edge. And he soon pushed me from the cliff, jumping after me as we tumbled toward ruin together.

“Come for daddy,” was all he said, and my body responded without hesitation.

Stars erupted into existence before my very eyes as we released together, a cornucopia of raw emotion and ethereal sensations overtaking me. I was no longer a person, but rather a ball of nerves that brimmed with superheated energy, every fiber of my being subjected to an individual and unending rapture. I watched the lid close halfway on a woman’s eye, her brown orb glazed and unfocused. Her face emerged from behind a pair of hands, shock and awe displayed very prominently upon her mangled features. I watched her tumble from grace as if in slow motion, her body ending up in a twisted mass amongst the sheets. Something within her had shattered, whether for better or for worse; it was up to her whether she was willing to seek out the pieces and return to life as she once knew it, or leave them behind and journey further into the great unknown.