(originally posted 3/9/2013 on collarspace)
i have a few go-to fantasies, but at the end of the day i'm a simple girl and come back to the same one over and over again, with a few small changes to keep things interesting.
in that one, i start out lying on my back, in my bed, playing with myself. my eyes are closed and there's music playing, so i don't notice the man enter my room. i don't know how he got in my house- maybe i forgot to lock the door or i left a window open- but it doesn't really matter at this point. his large hands are rough when he covers my face and his voice is deep when he tells me not to move or make a sound.
i pull my hands away from my body and he pinches my nipple, hard. "slut, i told you not to move. put your hands back where they were." i put the vibrator back on my clit and hesitantly touch myself again. he tugs on my nipple again and i can hear the smile in his voice when he tells me what a good slut i am.
he continues playing with my breast (pinching, squeezing, slapping) with one hand while covering my face with the other. "if i uncover your face, will you be a good slut for me? keep your eyes closed and your mouth shut?" i whimper and he slaps my tit, hard. "yes or no, slut."
"yes," i whisper.
he pinches my nipple again, savagely digging in with his nails. "yes what, slut?"
"yes sir, please, i promise to be good!" i gasp.
he squeezes my tit almost gently and tells me i'm a good slut. his fingers trail down my body, his short nails digging in somewhere between scratches and tickles before he gets to where my hands are still attending to my wet pussy. the vibrator and his harsh treatment have done their work despite my protests, and i'm dripping wet. he makes some minute adjustments to my hands, but doesn't touch me anywhere else for the moment.
i imagine he's just enjoying watching me squirm, but the moment is broken when he slaps my thighs. he goes down then back up both legs, making sure he doesn't miss a spot. he keeps moving up, slapping my hips and then scratching more roughly up my ribs. he's half-kneeling on the bed now, one of his thighs pressed roughly against the vibrator that's now digging into my body. "look at all these toys you had laid out," he whispers against my throat. he bites the spot where my neck meets my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark and chuckles. "you really are a dirty little slut, aren't you? that's okay, i know how to treat little sluts like you."
he digs through the pile of clamps i had brought out for myself and i don't say anything, afraid of further setting him off. he picks up something that sounds like it has a chain attached, and i picture it in my mind. two heavy clamps, wide enough to cover most of each nipple, with the padding ripped out to give them some extra bite. they're attached to a heavy duty chain that's not really long enough to do anything with but looks nice stretched between my tits. he pinches my nipples again briefly then attaches one clamp to each of them. when i gasp, he stretches the chain up, where it just reaches my mouth. "hold this for me, slut," he commands and i obediently bite down, whimpering as the chain tugs on my already sore nipples. he paws through the pile again and comes up with what feels like several clothespins. i can still hear him smiling when he tells me how many he can fit on my big round tits.
satisfied with the job he's done on my chest, he turns his attention to my pussy. he sits back and nudges my legs further apart. i can't help myself any longer and beg him to stop, but he cuts me off with a hard slap on my inner thigh. "i said mouth shut, slut. if you can't obey, i can turn you over and we can see how quiet you can be with your face pressed against the bed and all those toys of yours digging into your already sore tits. okay?"
"yes sir, i'm sorry sir," i whisper through the chain i still have between my teeth.
"good girl. now let's take a look at this pussy. for someone who says she wants me to stop, your pussy is awfully wet." a blush rises through my body when he traces a finger around my wet cunt. "guess i'll just have to focus more attention on this willing participant down here." he drags his fingers through my juices and then traces them up my body, leaving a wet trail to my mouth, where he wipes his fingers clean over my lips. "now you can taste how excited you are, slut," he tells me.
he goes back to tracing his fingers over and around my pussy while the vibrator quietly hums away, and i can't help the gasp i let out when he puts his first finger inside me. he laughs as he thrusts it in and out and then adds another. at the third finger, i can't stop my hips from bucking up. everything i am is focused now on the throbbing i can feel inside me. i can hear him fumbling with something but he swipes his thumb across my clit and even my own moans are drowned out by the blood rushing in my ears.
that's why it takes me by surprise when his fingers leave me and are replaced by the head of his cock pressing against me. i beg him "please, please" but i don't know what i'm even begging for anymore, if i want him to stop or to plunge ahead, but it doesn't matter, what i wanted never mattered to him. and when he shoves his thick cock inside of me and i come screaming, that doesn't matter to him either.
