The never still mind

“DADDY!!”

She woke with a start, a bit of panic. Her dream. He had fallen off of a balcony or platform or … it was so hazy. Her fear… a scream. And then waking.

“Daddy? You’ve never called me that before. Or was someone else in your dream.” He said as he reached for a glass on the nightstand. She was naked but not cold. Laying with her arms and chest across his mid-section. He was in his boxers and handed her the glass. She was parched and it was juice. It was good and cold and she gulped it down.

“Easy, easy, not so fast” he said as he eased it away from her. Her eyes still wanting more. He set the juice down and picked up another with water and brought that to her lips. She took more time with those sips.  The droplets of condensation dribbling on his belly.

More awake now she squeezed her ass from inside and reveled in the feeling. She could easily tell she was used but wasn’t sore and drifted back to the orgasm and high. >Was that sub-space?< She wondered… if it was she wanted more and with her tenderness all over, that want made her wet again.

“Who is your daddy, needy girl?” His tone wasn’t filled with envy and he knew the answer to begin with.

“It’s you Sir. I was dreaming and I saw you fall… off of something. It made me sad and scared, Sir”

“Daddy?” He queried again. “You’ve never called me that”

“I know…” she said as her fingers made circles on the drink sweat drippings on his skin. Her arm purposefully inadvertently brushing on his cock under his boxers “… may I worship? … Daddy?”

“And who would be worshipping her Daddy? His little girl?”

“Daddy’s little princess would… Daddy”

He thought quickly and realized something had changed in her. Was it the recent separation? The orgasm? Another layer had been peeled back. She was more vulnerable than before. He could hear it in her. And although he had never considered being anyone other than Sir… this new layer, this new vulnerability… was appealing to him.

“Then worship my little princess”

And with that she pressed her lips to his belly and began slowly smothering his skin with soft loving kisses.

The worship he had taught her was different than other Doms she had tangled with. He defined it to her as an extended pleasure session performed by mouth and hand. It was the only time she was granted free will to use her hands on him without command. The purpose wasn’t to make him cum but bestow copious amounts of pleasure on his cock, balls and ass. Making him cum would result in punishment. If she heard him utter “suck”, it meant he wanted to cum and often the worship lead to that. Many other times it progressed into a mouth and throat fucking which meant the end of her choices to please.

But for now, she could, in effect, edge him with impunity.

She laid her cheek on him and rubbed down and up on him through his boxers. He wasn’t hard yet but she loved the feel of him. She undid his button and then turned on her belly to lay at a right angle to him. Reaching down under the waistline with her left hand and up his right leg with her right. Her hands crossed and closed on his balls and shaft at the same time. His balls cupped in her hand felt heavy and full and she kneaded them gently as her other hand took his base and squeezed. So thick and getting thicker. She eased off and lowered her hand and squeezed again as she lifted. He groaned. Low and deep and she felt her sex tingle at his approval.  She worked him through the hole in the front so she could watch him get harder and harder. Mesmerized. She wanted him in her mouth before he was completely hard. She wanted to feel him pulse and surge and grow. She opened wide and tried not to touch him as she sank her mouth down on him. The edge of her lips grazing him as she lowered. Closing her mouth around him made her herself whimper. So long since she’d felt him, tasted him and now here he was. She held him there, inside her and pulled suction on a good four inches of him while her hand squeezed the other half of his glorious cock. She felt his heart beating inside it. And with each beat her mouth became more full. Gently she squeezed his stones and he contracted in response. Harder.

So much harder.

Keeping that suction she pulled off of him and admired his glistening head. Keeping her lips tight she went back down, making his hardness open her mouth. She locked onto his tip and pulled her hands free. Never removing her lips from him, she rose to her knees and hands, crawling between his legs and then gripping the waistband of his boxers. She pulled them off and returned her mouth to him. The tip again, holding it and rubbing her tongue forwards and backwards on his frenulum. Darting, licking digging at his sensitive undertip. Another groan … more wetness between her legs. Pulling off of him, she turned her head to the side. Her lips on the side of his base, sucking, sliding upwards and then back down again. Her hand pressing him to her from the other side. At the bottom, smacking his hard cock on her tongue and face, three, sometimes four times and then positioning her lips on a new place on him.

Up, down

Up, down

Up, down

Slap slap slap slap

Up, down

Up, down

Up, down

Slap slap slap

She worked every inch of him this way again and again.

She tried to make his hardness bruise her tongue

Dragging her tongue down the long underside, circling around and around one of his full balls and back up again. Sinking down, down, down on him after each pattern. Down to where she gagged on him and then dragging her tongue again and circling his other nut. Those circles after the deepthroat becoming a suckling of each of his jewels. Eventually becoming sucking both of them in her mouth as she jerked his spit soaked cock in her hand. She jacked him hard and felt his balls tightening in her mouth. He was close. She wanted to taste him and guided his dick pointing down and sucked at him. Rocking her body to fuck her own face. Faster, faster… she tasted his sweet precum, so close…

“Stop” he said. And she did so immediately. “Move on”, his command.

She pressed her face deep into his high inner thigh and flat tongued his skin. It tickled slightly and the glorious manly musky scent of his crotch matched the salty taste of him there. She pinned his cock against his belly and ran her tongue from one side to the other under his balls.  Back and forth. Back and forth. His skin the perfect mix of shower and sweat, clean and masculine. Her side to side tonguings changing from a U shape to a Y as she gripped his feet and bent his knees. Returning her hands to his cock and stroking him as she lavished his taint and asshole with attention more and more with each pass. She loved his mouth on her and loved returning the sensations even more. His groans were regular… steady and she wanted his cum. She rose to his cock again and just before she attacked his cock with her mouth, “please fuck me daddy” escaped her lips. On the third hard stroke of her mouth he gripped her hair and held her head in one place.

>YES< she thought

>FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME< she screamed inside

And he pumped his hard cock into her. Beating her throat deep and hard. Stabbing her with his hardness between her lips. The gagging, the sweet painful gagging made her grip her pussy as he stayed deeper and thrust harder. Until he twitched and spasmed. Holding her down tight on him as he lost control. His balls contracted with  force and again and again, emptying into her. Too fast for her to swallow. His thick cum flooded her mouth and throat and spilled out around the seams of her lips on him. More and more. He released her and after a breath or two, she commenced to clean him up with her mouth as she was taught. Sucking his cock slowly in between lapping up his sweet, salty seed. To her, the taste of him was pure love.

The long strokes of her clit and the pressure made for an intense vibration. Like a wine glass singing under the wet pressure of a finger sliding over its rim.

Her moans matched the frequency of the wooden torture stick.

She didn’t notice but her breath was tied to it.

As it was drawn backwards she sounded like the end of an hysterical crying fit. Her breath filling her with a ragged ‘uh uhh uh uhh uh uhh uh uh uhh uh uhh uhh’

And reversing as he pushed forwards. Emptying her chest and pulling her soul to the surface ‘hhuuuuu-uuuuuu-uuuuuu-uuuuuu-uuuuuu’ … her labia channeling the stick into her clit and pulling it forwards as it traveled.

She didn’t notice her knees parting outward and her weight leaning on the hook. Only the strumming of her existence mattered.

Her eyes rolled up and her blinking erratic…. twitching. An empty stare as body was gladly forfeit to the skill of his tool.

He stutter stepped  and watched her breath follow the movement of the cane.

In, out, iiiiiin, oooout, iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin, ooooooooooout, in out, in out, in out.

Her only focus on the feeling

Her mind empty of anything except sensation.

Entranced deeper than the work of any hypnotist.

Reduced to existing only to feel.

She could cum at any second if told.

Withstand the pleasure for however long he wanted her to.

It was no longer her body

It was his

She was only in it

The safest place ever… inside of him.

A long strum forward… to reach the floggers. He stole them both away from her shoulders and she didn’t notice. It wouldn’t have mattered if she had. When the cane dropped away the room was swirling and the wooden clank sounded from another plain. The center of her was still singing with the vibrations of her memory making them real.

The flogger landed on her side and wrapped around her chest, stinging her breasts and nipples. The painful sting merging into the vibration she felt all over and the next slap on its heels wrapping from the other side on her breasts again. Her eyes rolled completely up and out of view as a guttural “rrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhrhhhrhrrhh” escaped her uncontrolled. The flogging continued and carried the pleasure of the pain deeper into her with each lapping of their straps.

Left side

Right breast

Left thigh

Right breast

Ass left

Ass right

Back

Side

Back

Ass

Breast

Back

Thigh

Calf

Ass

Breast

Breast

Breast

Breast

Ass

Ass

Ass

Ass

Back

Back

Back

Thigh

Back

There was no girl

No body

Only more

More

More

Yes

yes

yes

Her body limp

Not with tire

Surrender

Giving

Floating

Red lines

Swollen

Sir’s pussy

Sir’s pussy

Sir’s pussy

Harder

Please

Pussy

Harder                                 …”come back…

Pussy

Harder

Harder

Please                                 …” come…. back…

Please

Harder                                …”come back to me…

Pussy

Harder

Please

Sir

Sir?                                     …”come back needy girl…

She jerked

The flogger still rapping her swollen red crotch

“NNNNNAAAAAAAAAHHHH” as she was ripped back into this world

The straps lapping her folds and hole and clit

She tensed hard

Pushed past her overdue orgasm         ….”Cum for me” he said

And she screamed her cum from herself at his word

Each slap of her tormented little cunt skipping back to the beginning of a new wave of pleasure tearing through her soul

Like a record jumping back over

Jumping back over

Jumping back over

Cumming

Cumming

Cumming

Cumming

Cumming

She swooned and went limp with random convulsions

Like ripples washing through her from inside

Dropping the floggers he hurried to catch her

Wrapping her up in him

“I have you… I have you now.”

She heard him from a far away place

Not within herself but everywhere in the room

In him

She felt herself say his words to her and wrap herself up with him

Her

A part of him

So safe

“Good girl. That’s my good girl” he said

But she didn’t hear it

She felt it

The room faded from her

And he freed her as she slept

And dreamt

Of him

The shift had happened. That’s what she called it. He was always in control and she never felt a hint of him not but there was always a shift in him when he wanted to use her. There was a stage in the beginning of tenderness and care, even if there was pain. Joined was a good description. She liked it but she loved the shift. Her wetness increased to a steady drool from her pussy because she could feel his intent. His mind.

After the shift, she was his mission. His focus. He wanted something specific and he wouldn’t stop until he extracted it from her. She wondered if he really did have that in mind or if it was him running his course and taking what he needed from her. Did he have a goal in mind? If she stumbled on what he wanted would he continue? That had never happened and she didn’t care. All she knew was it was time for what pleased him and only her body could provide it. His appetites were large and his energy in pursuit of them, ravenous.

Feeling the first of the ropes around her wrists all of those thoughts evaporated. Replaced only by >yeeeees, please sir yes. Anything sir. Anything for you yes<

The end of the rope tied on the right wrist, he fed the end through the ring at the top of the right bed post. His movements were more mechanical now… focused. Like a machine.

He let the rope dangle while she held her arm out. She knew not to drop it down. He walked to the cabinet just out of her view and retrieved something. Coming up behind her he slipped the leather harness over the front of her face. The cold leather strapping pulling tight as he cinched it in the back. He plucked the ring at the back of the head on the harness playfully. He took the other end through the other bedpost ring and lifted her arm so he could tie that wrist as well. Her right arm was burning now…Shaking from the strain of holding it outward. He watched her struggle.

“You’re such a good girl aren’t you? My perfect little painslut (he walked up closer and spoke softer behind her) my gorgeous little cockslut (closer… right behind her) my horny little analslut (whispering in her ear) my delicious little cumslut.”   Both arms shaking now but was it the strain or his words. She felt them and not her strain.

(Pain, cock, anal, cum, slut slut slut slut… Pain, cock, anal, cum, slut slut slut slut)

He reached around her for the middle of the rope and flipped it over her, feeding it through the harness ring “put your arms down. I don’t want your energy wasted on arms” he said. The relief made her pant and the thinnest sheen of sweat appear on her. He walked away and when he returned she heard the pump of the lube bottle. The cold liquid pressed up her butt with his hard hand… rubbing up and down. Feeling his finger press on her hole as it passed. Pressing as if pushing liquid inside were possible. She felt his finger bend and hook her hole as he lifted up. An imperceptible moan escaped her as he was finally inside her, however little. His finger twisting, digging deeper. She clenched down on him, wanting him inside her forever. Wanting to be tighter so he would have to push harder and give her that good hurt she craved.

He pulled it out.

And as she bemoaned his absence with her squeezing, she felt the cold metal ball of the hook press on her hard. She relaxed and he had pressed hard enough at the start that when she eased it sucked right up her tightest hole. Her gasp bought her no pause as he quickly fed the rope through the ring of the hook, pulling all the slack through and then some…

Pulling as her arms raised up…

Pulling as her head was pulled back…

Pulling as her hole was impaled deeper…

He held tension on the whole lot and then pulled the rope through the first pass of the harness some more. The hemp rope strained a bit with that tight, rope sound it makes, as her arms were pulled tight outstretched. Holding that tension he pulled the pass through the anal hook. Her head pulled back and the hook pulled up deeper into her. He tied it off back to her head ring and she was immobilized while standing flat footed. The leftover rope was long enough to brandish as a whip and he started slapping the backs of her thighs.

“Spread” he said as he slapped at them

“Spread” another slap as he admired the red lines created by his impacts.

“Spread” each utterance causing her to shuffle and him responding with another slap

“Spread, spread, spread, spread, spread.” Her arms pulled tighter as she was shortened with each shuffle.

“Spread” each compliance making her head pull back harder

“Spread” each command digging the hook and ball deeper

“Spread” outstretched legs on tippy toes

He tightened up ankle cuffs on her and attached a spreader bar to them. It was as though she were attached to an invisible St. Andrew’s Cross.

“Time to feel, needy girl… time to feel” he said and he strode over to the cabinet. Returning with two large floggers, he draped them on her shoulders. Their long leather straps laying across her tits. He took the time to reach for her nipples, gripping them between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Let me hear it” he said, proceeding to pinch them hard and pull them away from him. She bit her lip and he squeezed harder and yank yank yanked on them until she howled a blissful “RRRRUUUUUHHHH!”

“YEEEEEEEES! Yes there she is! Let me hear her again” and he not only pulled but twisted them a hard half turn as he did so.

“FFFUUUUUUUGGHH” she screamed and he cupped her breasts before slap, slap, slap, slap with each hand on them. Hard enough to sting his palms.

Each strike making her jerk at her own ass below.

“Now let’s make this pretty soft skin look like it’s alive” and he retrieved his cane while she played coat hanger to his toys.

Sliding the hard wood along her arms made her drip and brace all at once. It was the devil’s stick and she both loved and hated it.  Hated because she knew it could break her in a matter of seconds… and loved because it could break her in a matter of seconds…

>THWAP< on her bicep brought her to the edge of thought. Her anguished moan delighted him and he traced her skin faster across her shoulders…. tap tap tap as he went along

>THWAP< under her other arm… a whimpering “huuuuh” escaping her lips

tap tap tap tap tap

Bouncing along her side

>THWAP< on her hip “iiiiiiiinnnn” each impact pushing her feminine sounds closer to purity

tap tap tap tap down the outside of her leg

>THWAP< inside the other leg just above the cuff “MMMM…

But before she could finish her painful approval he unleashed a barrage upon her. Back and forth between her legs… working his way upwards. The welts keeping up and rising faster than her tortured moans

>THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP<

Her body twisted and shook and contorted as the strokes kept coming and coming. Losing her voice and making the open mouth silent scream until he reached her dripping pussy. And there, upwards, >taptaptaptaptaptaptaptap<

“Fuck me! Fuck, fuck fuck me, please Sir, please” escaped her loud and clear

And he started sliding the can forwards along her lips and clit. Sliding the whole length forwards and dragging it backwards. The rough wood playing her folds like a velvet violin. She tried to press against it and grind by rolling her hips.

He started tapping her swollen cunt again…

>taptaptaptaptaptaptaptap…..<

“No no no, stay still”

She ceased and he started strumming her sex again…. Faster, using her own slickness against her. Pressing hard and keeping on her clit. Bending the cane as he pressed and rubbed her.

“Don’t you dare cum needy girl… you have so much more to earn before that”

And he pressed harder… pushing and pulling against her sensitivity.

He walked around to her right and out of view. It wasn’t as easy to track him in his bare feet. She heard the bag and the metal sounds of him rummaging through it. Carrying out his full circuit of her he appeared on her left, bag in one hand, something else in the other. Dropping it in front of her with a loud clunky-clink, he returned to the table with the other item… a lighter flicked. He turned and approached her, squatting down in front of her. He set the wide silver tin in front of her, close enough for her to feel the heat from the two wicks burning. A familiar smell, long past, reached her nose. Her heart pounded in the recognition. She remembered telling him once about this very scent. A silly story of her youth. The best vanilla strawberry body lotion she could buy with her own money. HER own money. Years ago as a young girl in Bath & Body Works. She smelled it in the store and felt a flush come over her tender places. She never knew why it made her feel her body but it did. She felt so grown up, so alive…

… and here it was.

remembered…

The tiny bit of heat from the flames made her labia swell and she felt fresh wetness form deep inside her, as a woman does, before anyone else can know. She clenched down on the emptiness of herself in need of him and he saw it on her bare belly. The flex of her beautiful skin sent a surge of blood coursing through him. With every fiber of restraint he could muster, he gently reached out and palmed her cheek. Sliding his thumb once around her wet lips and rope … pausing… and reaching into the bag.

He pulled out a longer, dark leather bound case with two latches on the front and sat it on the floor. “Eleven” scrolled onto the top of it. Turning it towards her and flipping the latches, he opened the case. Inside, a large dual headed, shiny curved dildo. Stainless steel with one end bulbed followed by three raised ridges on its length. Gradually larger towards the other end with a much larger bulbed head. It was gorgeous… and scary.

Reaching inside again produced a velvety sham. Unfolding it on the floor revealed an anal hook with a ring on one end and a perfectly round ball on the other.

But the third item was a true oddity. It was an obvious foot pedal for a base drum with a hammer for striking the drum but the soft mallet had been removed. In it’s place a thick round walnut handle. “Please Sir” burned into its two foot length.  At rest it almost laid on top of the pedal. He held one hand out and slammed on the pedal with the other. So fast… so dangerous. It slapped his hand with a hard thump. Her eyes blinked at the sound. He groaned a low growl and did it again. His fist gripped the wood hard at the pain. She thought he might crush it with his angered hand. Pushing the toys aside he palmed her other cheek with that hand. It was hot on her.

“When you break, I’ll build you back stronger than ever before”

Her breath was taken.

He reached for the melted massage oil between her legs. Pouring some onto his hands, he rubbed them together and gripped her wrists by her head. Slowly dragging the sweet scent down her forearms and elbows and triceps and back again. Intoxicating. At her wrists he pulled them down and poured more oil. On her shoulders and down her arms and back again. Each dose of oil making her flinch but only until she felt herself unburned.  The vanilla and strawberry making her leak her own sweetness almost as much as his tender touch. Her neck and down her chest. Breasts massaged with her nipples hard under his fingers and palms. The skin rubbed with the innocence of a princess servant. Along her sides and stomach until he prompted her to rise with his hands on her hips. From her ankles up with both hands around her leg. First one, then the other. The touch, the heat, the smell, the pressure, the removal of any thought of her desire other than his… his.

His thumbs, freshly dipped and hot… pressing. The tops of her inner thighs. In circles. Pressing her lips together pushing up and spreading her open pulling down. The circles making her throb. His hand dipped before he stood and slowly turning her. Capturing her tender folds in his hot dripping hand. His other sliding up the back of her neck. A fistful of hair at her scalp as he pressed the hot oil up on her. Knees buckling but caught with his strength. Grinding up between her lips and nudging at her hole, over and over and over again.

“Thir cam mi cum, pweese?”

He released her hair and pulled the rope down out of her mouth

“Ask me again” as his hand dropped to her rear and gripped hard. Driving her body against his handful of her captured sex. Grinding… grinding as she spoke.

“Please Sir may I cum? I need to. Please Sir. Please can I cum?”

“NO!” As he slapped her ass

“No, no” each word spanking another cheek. Hard… so hard.

“No, no, no, no, (digging his finger a little inside her tiny pussyhole) no, no, (deeper) no, no, (deeper) no, no”

He slap grabbed her ass and shook his finger deep inside her hard…. Like a vibe as he spoke, “Noooooooooooooooooooooooo”

Her legs gave out beneath her as she held it inside. Her yelps into one moan matching his denial.

He removed his hands quickly so he could catch her falling as he knew she would. He steadied her. Two breaths later he gripped the rope around her neck and pulled her along to the foot of the bed.

“Inspection” he said.

And she rose to her feet, legs spread shoulder width. Hands on the back of her head. Her hair wasn’t symmetrical but she knew to leave it as she had suffered the punishment of making the extra movements to fix it in the past. She was hyper aware of the rope against her skin and longed for his touch to replace it. She kept her eyes front as he slowly walked around her. Looking her up and down. She fought every piece of her soul not to follow his body as he passed in front of her. The mere sight of him in her periphery caused her sex to seep from her. On the second pass behind her he walked to the table and retrieved the shears. He worked them a couple times so she’d hear them.

He strolled back to her as he spoke, “You’ve been very mean to me, needy girl… and you don’t even know how. Look at me” his eyes peered into her depths “Do you?”

“I’m sorry about the rope, Sir” she continued with her apologies as he ignored them. He concentrated on the slight trembling the medical scissors made on her skin as he traced the bottom edge of them down her neck… around a breast… opening them and sliding her nipple into the vee as she stammered. Tapping its hardness after pretending to close them.

“Shhhhh” he silenced her as he traced down over her belly.

“I’ve taken this body… (turning the shears downward and opening them)

“… and in doing so… (sliding them into her inner thigh under the rope)

“… you’ve infected me… (a quick snip of the rope)

“… with images… (sliding up her other thigh and under the rope there)

“… of unrelenting… (snip, so close to her wetness)

“… pleasure… (up to the first crossing now hanging loose)

“… and sounds… (snip and sliding up further to beneath her breasts)

“… of a needy girl… (snip beside her left breast)

“… being used hard… (he grabbed the remaining rope just under her collar ring)

“… and enjoying… (pulling the bight and rope through and out of her ring)

“… every second of me.” (He dropped the shears on the floor and stretched the rope into her open mouth)

He walked behind her and tied it behind her head under her hair. The lifting of which made her want his hands on her even more, if that were possible. Rough and unforgiving. Gripping and groping and pulling at her soft skin. Slapping and spanking her body. On her… Inside her. Her knees almost buckled at the thought. Her mouth watered for his cock and his taste. Soaking the rope and spilling out onto her chin. Dripping on her chest.

He slowly walked to her front again. “I almost lost the Greenberg account due to your infection of my mind”  He reached out from below his waist. “You’ve been rather cruel to me, indeed” he said. The first touch of his fingertips on her thighs causing a long, trembling blink as he dragged his fingertips up her legs and sides. Goosebumps erupting all over her. Sliding them in over her tits and down to her hard nipples. As he twisted his hands his fingers closed in on her nips until his thumbs and sides of his index fingers pinched them ever so slightly. She was transfixed on his eyes which never left hers. Rolling them back and forth, back and forth as her breathing became heavier. He bit them down harder and slowly pulled them. Her face contorted with sheer ecstasy and pain mixed. A whimper escaped her uncontrollably.

“I was almost late because I was needing to see THIS face… hear THIS whimper” he kept the pull but began rolling them again. Watching what he had longed for. Her neck undulated and he pulled them hard and let them slip free. The release made them throb and pulse. Wetting his fingers with her drooling he gripped them again. Pulling and letting them slip away. Again… and another. He saw her pussy drip to the floor and he gripped them again… and again. Each moan more exciting than the last. He debated making her cum for him then. But without thinking, told her, “You have no idea the horribly delicious things I’ve planned for you. I’ve thought about it for days and an eternity all at once. And now you’re MINE!” One last hard pull and slip that was much more pain than pleasure. He turned his back… “Collar Me”

And she dropped to her knees…

“How much longer will you be, Sir?”

“Well I’ve already collected both bags and if I had to guess, I’d say about 45 minutes.”

“Both bags? You only took one when you left. Did you steal someone’s underwear Sir?” She snickered as she said it.

“Noooo, I bought some things while I was there.”

“I hope they’re nice and you like them very much. Can you please come home, Sir?” She reached for her pussy as she asked him but stopped short as she remembered the rules of his trip. She was determined to be a good girl and not let anything cause a punishment.

“Did you miss me, needy girl?”

“Yes, yes. Terribly! Please come home. It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything. Anything at all. I need to be touched. Four days is too long. Please Sir”

“Please what?” His delay now purposeful

“PLEASE! COME! HOME!” Not realizing she had raised her voice.

“Watch it needy girl! You forget your place! I’ll make sure you don’t feel anything for a month! Is that what you want?” Scolding her for her impertinence.

“No! Please Sir. No, I’m sorry Sir. I’m so sorry. It’s just it’s been so long since I felt the soothing. So long Sir. I need it. I need you to bring me to it. I need to ..”

He cut her off. “I’ll be home in 45 minutes. Make the red tie.” And with that he was gone.

The red tie…

She was hoping for the blue but at least it was A tie and not the circle. Sitting in the circle meant punishment and that meant no soothing for her. The red would be torturous until he arrived but it was exciting to know he wanted a tie at all. She had spent four days without him and the edging schedule and instructions had left her frantic to be used under his hand.

Four days…

Four days of only touching when she washed, and peed and edged. And the edging had been 5 per day with her only being allowed to rub herself with hip movements on her softest blanket.

Tormented and near insanity with her need for just the slightest twinge of the pain she craved, she almost ran for the playroom for the red rope and her collar. The red tie needed the collar. And unaware as she went to retrieve it, her wetness started to flow as her body reacted to a promise not made, even before her mind comprehended.

With the collar on she made a lark’s head in the neck ring. Letting the ends hang down she made three twists and delighted in the rope brushing against her throbbing sex. She knew with the red tie she wasn’t suppose to feel it on her but she couldn’t help herself. She pulled the ends up between her legs making sure they stayed on each side of her pussy in her groin without touching it and pulled it around the bottoms of her ass cheeks. Looping them through the first twist she wrapped them around her again and pulled them up to the next twist. And then again for the third just under her breasts. It lifted them as she brought them around and back to the neck ring, where she tied it off. She had made it tighter than normal… wanting to feel its binding. And then she began to think.

He’d know…

He always knew. He’d see it on her look. Her face would say it. He’d look deep into her and he’d know. Just that little brushing of the rope against her. It was just a touch and it was an accident… no. No, it wasn’t. She wanted it and she did it and he’d know. And he’d punish her. >no no no< she thought. There wouldn’t be any touch. Any soothing. NO!

She had to say

She had to tell

She went and got the circle and placed it on the floor of the foyer a few feet from the door.

She kneeled in it.

She waited there.

And cried.

She composed herself by admitting she was selfish. That led her to self-pity and feeling sorry for herself and her thus began crying again. She was almost sobbing when she heard the car. The brakes squeaking snapped her back to reality and she started wiping away her tears.

Footsteps

The door knob

And despite where she had placed herself. Her heart leapt when she saw his frame.

“Hmmm, this can’t be good.” He said as he removed his jacket without looking at her. He turned to her. Hands on his hips as she looked down at the floor. He walked to her and raised her face up with his hand under her chin.

“Crying too” he said “Tell me”

Her resistance had no life. “I was making the red tie, Sir. I thought it was an accident at first. I wanted it to be an accident. I wanted it to be, I did but it wasn’t. I made it touch me, Sir. I didn’t even know it wasn’t until… I mean, I…”

“Sshhhhhhhhhhhhh” until she was quiet, “stand” he said, and she did. He kept his fingers so lightly under her chin as she obeyed. He kept her eyes on his. Wanderingly he shuffled another step, removing his hand as he did so and she turned to keep facing him but lowered her head instinctively. He lifted her chin again, “No no no, you keep your eyes on me, needy girl… so you were so close to behaving perfectly and broke the rule not to touch just minutes before I arrived. Is that what the tears were for?”

“Yes Sir.” She said. His hand spread open and slowly drifted down over her naked skin, barely touching her with the tips of his fingers. “I tried so hard, Sir. I was tryi…”

She felt his fingers on the outside of the ropes between her legs and could feel his fingers wrapping around them. Before she could finish her word, he gripped those ropes and her neck with his other hand, almost lifting her off her feet and planted her backwards against the wall. One rope pulled tight and deep in her feminine crevice, the other still on the outside of her fold. Her back slammed against the wall as her one pussylip was pinched hard and he squeezed her neck. The pain was exquisite. He pinned her there and drew close to her. Smelling her neck and turning her head to whisper in her ear. He yanked tighter on the ropes and held it hard, making her whimper as she stood on her toes. It took her breath as his hand tightened on her neck.

“And what am I to you, needy girl?” He whispered in her ear. The hand on the neck loosened for her to speak and tightened after her every answer.

“Th-the t-truth, Sir”

“And what do you owe me?” His hand twisting the ropes and the pinched labia more. Her knees buckled but she didn’t slump because he held her in place.

“Hone-esty, Sir”

“Honesty…” his hand on the ropes loosened and she felt the backside of his middle finger slide between the ropes. He felt her wetness on full display. “… hmmm, perhaps you’re a good girl after all” he spoke of her arousal. And in one motion, released her neck and regripped the ropes as he turned down the hall. Both ropes finding there way deep in her cunt as he pulled her behind him at a steady pace.

“It’s been four days.” He said as he dragged her along by her neediness. “I’m hungry for other things besides your honesty”

Towards the playroom he pulled her, leaving the circle and a dripping of her sweet nectar on the floor.

He made quick work of the hallway with her to the bedroom door and her heart pounded when he didn’t stop there but proceeded to the playroom. It was a deep purple color throughout and all of the toys and restraints and furniture were a matching but lighter shade. If it wasn’t purple in there it was black with the exception of silvery things and rope which there were many colors of. Even the scratchy brown hemp rope that tormented so wonderfully against soft tender skin. She wondered where she would be as he told her to kneel on the floor. His back to her as he removed his watch, tie and shirt. She loved his skin and wanted to touch him. The muscles and tight skin tone of his back sent shivers through her as she stared. He kept his shoes, pants and belt on and without saying a word, left her there kneeling.

Waiting

Wondering

What was in his mind

What did he need to pour out of himself all over her.

She knew that soon she would be consumed and the wetness trickled slowly down her inner thigh.

She listened for his footsteps and looked around the room she knew so well.

The St. Andrew’s Cross, where he used her last. He impaled her on the dildo stick and flogged her whole body. The thought made her nipples tingle and harden thinking of how he twined her nipples to her upturned toes and then tickled her feet to make her flatten them down. Her poor little nips were sore for days.

The barrel that she was laid over on her back. Blindfolded she had her mouth and throat fucked by Sir’s cock and was made to worship his balls and ass. He had never played with her nipples so hard with his fingers before that day or any day since. Slapping her poor pussy with the riding crop in between the orgasms the girls sucked out of her pussy. Three of them best as she could tell by the voices in the room that night. To this day she had no idea who they were.

The vee bench that keeps her legs spread wide and her little pussy so open and defenseless. The last time she was strapped to it, he kept the vibe on her for 4 hours. The screaming, the pain, the orgasms she endured. He had edged her for two weeks without cumming prior and she was so excited when he said she could cum. Had she known she would have tried to hold out longer but she wanted it so bad. He had played her like a fiddle. That experience convinced her, her mind couldn’t hide anything from him.

The spanking bench was by far his and her favorite. It was custom made just for her and he had willed it into this world with his own hand. It looked strange at first glance. As if the body platform were backwards but that was the design. The kneeling pads were raised and forward, spread well which really poked her ass and pussy out. The body platform was sloped down to the elbow pads which were lower. There were straps and tie downs everywhere and an hourglass cut out so her breasts were always completely exposed and accessible. But the best part was how it could easily be raised and lowered. Enough so that her body would never touch the floor as he turned the whole bench. He had mounted it on pivots and could tilt her to any angle. Even inverting her totally and using her as she hung helplessly.

The knotted rope line… would she have to walk it tonight?

The stocks… would that be how he immobilized her?

The floor box… would her head be in it as he recorded her tormented moans and screams and her twisted orgasmic facial expressions while he used her holes. Stretching them and making them delightfully sore with his cock and an endless supply of toys and vibes.

Maybe none of those.

Maybe it was the king sized dungeon bed with all of the restraint rings and high posts. The head and foot boards looking like an explorers ship. The safest place she’d ever felt when in his arms. Of everything he had ever made her feel, nothing compared to how the world went away in his arms there.

His footsteps

The thump/click of each step of his dress shoes made her heart race.

Closer… louder. She lowered her head two steps before he rounded the corner. She could see the extra bag in his hand. Behind her he strode. It made a heavy thump and jingle when it hit the floor… something metal. She listened to the distinct sound of him removing his shoes and flicking them off the the side. Silence as he took off his socks.

”This is the bight” he said, holding the loop he made by finding both ends. He reached around her and she loved the way the purple rope contrasted her skin. She was glad he let her pick the color. He pulled the two ends through the bight and snugged it around her waist. The ends dangled between her spread legs as she stood naked and freshly showered. The room was cool but it wasn’t the reason her nipples were hard. 
Behind her he held the rope in the bight tight but not terribly so and pushed it forward between her legs. She felt his other hand pinch the rope just an inch above her tiny asshole. A few seconds … the ends flopping around behind her … under her. Then it pressed forwards again and she felt a knot where he had marked and then felt his fingers pinch the rope at her taint.

more dangling

more flopping

behind her

under her

another push forward… pinching the rope at her pussyhole

more dangling

more flopping

behind her

under her

and he walked around to her front.

Kneeling before her he grabbed the rope ends and pulled it up between her ass cheeks, spreading them with his free hand. Taking great care to pull it tighter and nestle the first of the three knots directly on her little butt hole.

”This is so you remember your ass belongs to me” he said with love and authority. Still pulling up the tightness stretched the second knot onto her pussyhole.

”This is to make this hole just a little sore by tonight. I want to see your face when I push my hard cock slowly into this aching pussy”  and continued with landing the third knot on her clit. He spread the tops of her lips so the last knot dug up under her clit almost, “and this is to make you want me to use that sore little hole.” He finished by tying it back to the waistline and then stood up. 
Deep deep passionate kisses followed as she stood up straighter and the knots worked their magic with the movement of her body. Was it that or his kiss that took her breath? He squeezed her in his arms and whispered, “You make me the man I want to be… put your panties on and get dressed. I know you have meetings today… don’t cum in them. Save that for me.”

On with his jacket

and he left,

heart racing,

as was hers.

( The following is a true account of my first … )

When I was 16, I went to a job fair. Not wanting to revisit the bussing job I had the previous summer and looking for a better restaurant, I happened to cross paths with a local, well-to-do fine dining establishment in our resort town. My previous experience landed me the job. Yay me!
…

The first day I stood at the hostess stand, dressed for work that night. Waiting on the head waiter, Kanook, who would be my boss. He came over in his high strung giraffe-like gait and instructed me to follow. Instructions poured from him as he walked, showing me the floor. We happened through one section with three waitresses folding cloth napkins for the night. All in various stages of uniformity. One spoke as we approached. Staring at me and with a volume level meant for him and I but spoken to the other two girls.

Donna was a very polite, petite little stoner girl. In her 40s and still as cute as she’d ever been  I imagined.. she would teach me a great many things about making money serving.

Tina was a party chick. Tats, blonde and big boobs; she loved working them in all the faces of the older men. Didn’t mind an ass grab provided you tipped her well enough.

Cindy was 27 and the unofficial female counterpart to Kanook in the house front. She was queen of the floor and had the answers but strolled no matter how busy she was. Not a fiery redhead but more red than strawberry; she was tall at 5’11” and slender. She taught me how to nail a 12 top by memory and rake in the tips… among other things.

To Tina, pointing at me as we approached, “Now that!? I’m fucking. Keep your slutty hands off that. It’s mine”

Looking at Donna, Tina said, “And I’m the fucking whore? Right?”

”Taught ya’ everything you know, bitch” Cindy said as the giggles began. “And who do we have here?” She asked in an artificially low voice.

”New busboy, be nice. That “fucking” talk had better have been about me. I don’t want you scaring him off” Kanook said.

”’Nook! Do you really think it’s possible for my pussy to be scary?” Cindy asked

Slowly panning over all three of them, he said “I think alone with the three of you may be the scariest place a man may ever find himself. Learn to fold some napkins, kid. Good luck” and he left for parts unknown. I stood thrown to the ravenous vixens like a fluffy bunny.

”Have a seat” Donna said as she spun me a chair around and handed me a package of big cloth napkins. “You know how to do this? It’s easy. Start with a square, make a triangle. Pull the ends so it makes another square. Fold in half for another triangle… fold again. And there it stands up on the table.”

I had been following along with one and as I stood mine up, Cindy reached for it with both hands. She caught my hands and closed them around the napkin, pulling it away from me. “You didn’t tell him the best part” she said. “You take your thumb and forefinger and this little lip in front? … that’s the clit. Give it a tug and it’ll stand right up for you tall and proud”

>Fuck! I had no words in my brain. She wasn’t a super model but she dripped hot sex from every pore and she knew it<

“Thanks” is all I could muster and as I folded the next one, I saw her give some sort of wink and a nod to the other two, out of the corner of my eye. I thought nothing of it at the time.….

….

We worked in the same section that night and most nights thereafter when scheduled together. She brought her tip out to me that night for our section. Handing it to me, I saw she had already started to get out of her uniform. Her bow tie was off and her shirt was opened one button too many for a blue-hair restaurant. Her bra was a teal green match of her tie. “Is there anything better than a hot bitch giving you cash right before she walks away?” She said as she did just that after slapping a wad of money in my hand. Watching her walk away, I didn’t even note my raging hard cock. It didn’t even register. I just had to watch her go.….

….

I was polishing silverware the next night after getting to work when Cindy came in. Everyone flirted with her and she shut them all down. Night after night, every guy tried to work some magic and crashed and burned. I saw her enter the kitchen waaaaay up front as I rubbed off water spots from spoons. She never broke stride, or looked about or skipped a beat. She walked straight back to where I was working. She reached around me to grab a spoon and with another busboy on the other side of the table said, “I rubbed my pussy thinking about you last night” and walked away. I almost dented the table, I got hard so fast. Over her shoulder as she walked away, she hollered “I keep it smooth, by the way!”

”Awesome!” The other busboy said. “You taggin’ that!?”

”No! I don’t know what the fuck is up with her man. She keeps sayin’ hot shit to me though” I came back with. {what the hell} I thought. This was incredible but crazy.….…

.….

I was a late bloomer and a virgin. I had never had attention like that before. I was her busboy most nights and I was all about trying to get in her pants. She worked me like a rented mule though. My slightest flirts were met by a barrage of sexually dripping statements I was hopeless to defend. She would whisper things to me… things like “My pussy is so tight I can just clench it and make juice drip from it” and “ I can only squeeze one finger in my pussy but I clamp down on it like you’re inside me and I can’t let you go”

But there were also comments in front of others. And sometimes full rooms. “When you lick pussy, are you an up and down guy or a round and round kinda guy”… “I think you should come over tonight and just twist my nipples for me… I can cum from nipple play, you know?” …“If I fuck you are you going to push a finger up my ass? I like how it tightens my pussy up” … “I haven’t had a hard cock in 18 months and before you got all the way inside me, I’d be cumming like a cheap slut all over you”

and on and on it went… eventually, she would stand next to me, pressing her body against mine. Moving away whenever I made an effort to touch her.….…

…

Two years she tormented me.….

….

It became so common place that everyone knew we were fucking. BUT WE WERENT!

She was intimidating and none of the other waitresses would talk to me in any way other than work and my options for a shy kid to lose his virginity became non-existent. She had pussy blocked me at every turn and kept me hard and horny and coming back for more, night after night, hoping… praying. That one day… maybe. I couldn’t think of anything but her. I was her sex slave locked in chastity. That was the appearance she put forth to everyone by her words, anyway. I didn’t even know what chastity or edging or orgasm denial was back then but that’s what she did. I don’t think she was a Domme… but pleasurably sadistic nevertheless. (Maybe that’s where I get my proclivities from) I hated it and loved it and stroked my cock raw wanting her so badly when I was alone.

She started asking me for rides home and around town after that first year… changing her clothes in her apartment in full view of me as she made me wait by the door. She made me watch from afar as she pinched and pulled her nipples and rubbed her pussy inside her panties. Forbidding me to approach or touch myself before I ever had a chance to think about it. “Stay over there horny boy. I still haven’t made up my mind if you deserve to touch me yet”

Did I mention she smelled good?

Fucking delicious, oh my god! And I don’t know what she used but it mixed fucking great with HER smell. I can still smell her if I close my eyes. Like a strawberry bush mixed with pure sex. I loved her coming in close after a shift to whisper something filthy to me so I could breathe her into me. “You should really see how my pussy grips my dildo. It’s so tight my lips pull out and push in, no matter how wet I am or how much lube I use.”

She was relentless

i wanted to spank her pale skin as bright as her hair and stare into those blue eyes while I did it.

Then came a week when she didn’t say anything other than hello. She was distant… not playful or upbeat like she always had been. 
I felt deeply saddened for her as she seemed so herself and pleaded with her to tell me what was wrong but she wouldn’t. She only said it was wonderful that my concern was genuine and I would never know how much that meant to her. I never found out what had happened.

That Saturday she came in to work and like a light switch, she was herself again. And really poured it on me, especially in front of others. People came up to me telling me how she was talking about making me hers when I wasn’t around. That was new. I was waiting tables by then and now 18. Kanook came to me and said Cindy was leaving and I was to take over her section too. I crossed her path as she was making her exit and she came to me. Wrapping her arms around me in a big hug she whispered, “If you were off and had a bottle and a joint, you’d feel inside me tonight.” 
I lied, “I’ve got both of those right now” to which she kissed my cheek and said, “I know… but you aren’t off”. She turned and walked out.

>Fuck! Dammit! She’s killing me! I’m just a dumb ass following a carrot I’ll never catch<

I went back to work and after several hours, things slowed down. Kanook grabbed me and told me to meet him at the transformer. That was code for let’s smoke a joint behind the restaurant and I made my way there.

He fired one up and passed it to me asking, “What’s goin’ on with Cin? She’s been weird lately.”

”Hell if I know” I said “but when she left tonight she told me if I had a bottle and a joint, she’d fuck me. But then she left.”

”Why a bottle and a joint? You’ve been fuckin’ her all along.”

”No. No I haven’t. She just fucks with me”

”C’mon! The way she goes on? No way! You’ve been hitting that for at least a year now”

”I wish. Nope. Just says shit to get under my skin.”

”Wow! … wow, can’t get my head around that one.”

”You!? She’s been fucking killing me man! Everybody is convinced we are but I’ve never even kissed her.”

After a silent few seconds he passed me the joint again and we heard footsteps. I held the joint low in the night air and Cindy walked around the corner. She looked dressed for a country bar with a loose top and no bra. Cutoffs, tight on her ass and her long red curls pulled back in a ponytail. “What’s a girl have to do to get a hit around here?” She asked as she held her hand out. “C’mon, where is it?” … I handed her the joint and she took a long drag. Kanook reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out another. Reaching over to me, he slid it in my shirt pocket. “Is he done yet or what?” She asked as she passed the lit one back to Kanook.

”We’re not out here because we’re busy” he said. “Take off… I’ll handle what’s left.” He said to me.

Cindy started walking immediately. She was headed towards my truck. I didn’t have the first thought about changing my clothes, punching out, getting the tips… nuthin’! I just picked up my pace and followed her. She was about a dozen steps ahead and stopped at the passenger door. My course was that of heading for the driver’s seat but with enough time to alter my line, she said, “You’re about to slide your cock inside my body. You’re opening my fucking door for me.” And, as I said, I diverted.

I opened her door and remained to close it. Got in and said, “So which bottle?” And started the truck for the liquor store.

”Any. I just want to see you pull it off, Mr. 3 years til I can buy booze.”

”I’ll be damned if getting carded is gonna stop me”

I pulled up to the liquor store and before I could ask again what she wanted, she opened the door. “What are you doing?” I asked her

Without hesitation she said, “I wanna get fucked, not spend the night in jail because you decided to steal whiskey for my twat.” And off she went, returning in short order with a brown paper bag. The size of which suggested a half-pint. I pulled out of the parking lot asking where to go. “Somewhere I see water and can hear it” she said… the closest bridge away from the beach was 5 streets away and that’s what I took. It was the first of two bridges and I went to the secluded landing between the two. It was dark but empty and I pulled up to the water. When I turned off the engine I pulled out the joint and fired it up. We talked for a few minutes and I watched her change before my eyes. And it wasn’t the pot. She became vulnerable and reserved because she spoke of her needs. She told me it was hard being a single mom and having to be tough all the time. She told me she just wanted the quiet, some semblance of peace or ease. She cried and apologized for teasing me. She told me she didn’t know how to come on to a man without appearing weak and she wasn’t going to be just some pincushion for men to play with either.

And then she asked, “Can you touch me and make the world quiet?”

My answer was my finger touching her behind her ear lobe and tracing it down her long neck. That soft little patch of skin, barely touched, adding fingers and lightly trailing down her neck. Tracing her lines and trailing down… down her neck.

I didn’t know what I was doing but I knew what felt right in her vulnerability. I wanted to tear into her, bite her and grope her with unskilled hands. It just felt like she needed me to see her. See her with my hands. Talk to her eyes with mine. I moved over to the middle seat and turned to her. Lazily ran my finger over her tank top strap and let it fall off her shoulder. I delicately raked my fingers down to her chest and used my fingertips to surround her nipple without touching it. All around and grazing so close and flattening my hand so the first touch of it was my palm on the tip of it. So hard, begging to be squeezed and taken in a mouth. I made circles with my palm and our only touching was the tip of that nipple until I closed my hand over her whole breast and pressed firmly on it. Not grabbing, just pressing. She didn’t need to be grabbed… but felt. I didn’t know it but when it came to a woman’s body, I just knew what to do. And she confirmed that to me with her news and gasps and whimpers. 
I pulled her to me, her back to my chest and wrapped her in my right arm. Seeking out her left nipple with my hand as I took her neck in my mouth from behind. My fingertips nibbled at her hard nipple like I was trying to pick off a dandelion seed. My left hand on her knee and confidently sliding up and under her shorts leg. Timing a gentle tug on her nipple as my hand discovered her lack of panties and wet pussy. Taking two tender places at once. Rhythmically I twisted and milked her in time to my fingers filling her soft, supple hole. In and tug, out and relax, in and tug, out and relax. Her wetness was indescribable. I pushed deep inside her and remained there, feeling her muscles squeeze my fingers while I teased and ate at her. She was panting and I laid her down across my lap after I removed her top. I kept my arm under her and lifted her up to my mouth. I pulled as much of one of her breasts in my mouth as I could and felt her nipple at the mercy of my tongue. I pressed hard and licked at it. My tongu flicked over it and it thumped in my mouth. Again. Thump. Thumping and sucking.

Thump

Thump

Thump

Thump

My hand unbuttoning and removing her shorts with frantic help from her. I spread her wide by parting her legs as I licked and thumped her. Taking her entire pussy under hand and sliding it up and down. My middle finger curving inside and up into her pussyhole with each rub. Soaking wet. 
So wet and hot.

Everything she ever said to me came to my mind in a flood. I straightened my finger and withdrew slowly and then patted her pussy hard when I pushed it in fast. I pulled her head up to me and kissed her deeply. Feeling her lose concentration every time my hand slammed home. Tasting her moans and breathing her gasps. She grabbed my hand and pulled it harder. I brought her cum out of her smacking and fucking her needy pussy with my hand. And then I tasted her on myself… and wanted more. In her panting I sat her up and moved by opening my door. I laid her down and kissed her. Her eyes were closed as I left for the other door. Opening it I found she hadn’t moved. The most beautiful sight I had ever seen was before me. Her pussy was glistening and wet and swollen and red. I pulled her to me and lifted and spread her legs. Holding them back I absorbed her pussy in my mouth. I sucked it all inside, digging my tongue in her hole. She was sensitive and squirmy as I locked my lips on her clit and pressed my chin on her hole. She tried to grab my hair to move me and I grabbed her hands and held them steady so I could suck on her. Keeping her vacuumed in my mouth I rocked up and down, pulling her clit up and down with my lips. A second wave struck her and she cried out.

”Fuck me. Please fuck me now. I’ve wanted you to for so long. Fuck me. I want to cum on you. Fuck me hard.” 
I stripped down in the night air. My hard cock was pulsing and contracting and throbbing. I could feel my heartbeat in it as I pushed inside her. Feeling her open up to take me. Feeling her uncontrollable spasms. Feeling her own being glad she was a woman. I couldn’t be easy. After sinking all the way into her, I stroked her whole pussy hard and fast. I knew she was coming again because she started slapping the seats and thrashing around. She was loud and wild and her hole felt like a vice. I crashed into her and she wiggled and yelled and shook. Her feet coming up to my chest and pushing me off of her. She couldn’t stop twitching and cumming. It was akin to a seizure. The waves washing over her even after she pushed me out of her.

”I need a minute… too much. It’s been too long. Wow… wow, wow, wow, wow” I reached for her arm and my touch made her recoil and yelp and then giggle… she explained later how she was hypersensitive after multiple orgasms. Just then, I thought I had done something wrong.

”I have to go home. My daughter will be home soon.”

I didn’t know what to do besides help her get dressed, which I did and then I drove her home. She didn’t say anything as she got out but walked around to my window.

”I know you didn’t cum but I’m going to make up for that. Keep your mouth shut and you’ll get a lot more of this… blab about it and you never will” And with that, she kissed me and walked away.

I kept her smell on my hand pressed to my face the whole ride home. Brain numb and dazed. Not knowing what the fuck just happened.

Getting out at home, I stumbled around to the passenger’s side … my first experience with shaky fuck legs. I looked for the bottle. I didn’t see her take it but she had. I don’t know what she bought.

I never saw it.

Players:

Kanook - the ultimate wingman

Me - 18y.o. Virgin busboy/waiter/bar back 

Cindy - 29y.o. Life changing waitress.

Stay tuned …

I watch as you pull in and struggle with the bags of groceries. I can smell the frustration on your look. It was there before when it was decided you were making the store run. I don’t like sending you on off days but today was a necessity. You desperately are in need of a full blown restrictive session. Time for you to just be blank and feel. You need some freedom… and I needed time to make ready for those needs.  I wander into the living room, anticipating your steps and sit in my chair just before you struggle with the door. A set of chained clover clamps in my hand.

You lumber through the door, multiple bags in each hand. “Don’t worry about the car. It’s empty. This is it”.

There was a time that I’d think you were sassing me but I know that it’s only you truly looking to save me a trip outside. You really are a good girl. You head off with the bags to the kitchen as I stand up. I can time my steps. And I start walking for the front door. The one you left open, that you’ll be back for. Listening for your steps. I walk towards the door as I hear you approach and then pass me from behind. Closing it you spin around and bump right into me. Just as I planned.

It stops you and you take a breath. Looking up at me you say, “I’m spun up… aren’t I?”

“Yes, my sweet girl. You need to be unwound” I take you left hand in mine and reaching round your waist, spin you away from me, shoving you toward the wall. Your hands catch you and I cover you up with me, pinning you there. “Time to get unwound” I whisper in your ear as my hand slides up the back of your neck. Gripping a fistful of hair, both pulling it and holding your face against the cool wall.

I grab your yoga pants covered ass and take my privileges with grinding my fingers up against your holes. Giving them both a rough unclever groping and fondling before giving your cheeks 3 slaps each. Rubbing the heat on them before sliding my hand up your back and under your top. I slide my hand over your belly on its way to your front clasp bra. Thumb, forefinger, pull, flick and your tits spring free. My hands converge. Reaching down inside your shirt with my left for your right breast. My right wrapping up around you for your left. I find them both at the same time. I squeeze and press you harder on the wall with my body. Feeling your nipples harden against my palms. Rhythmically I squeeze and lift up on you. Almost raising you by your tits and the dry grinding of my pelvis against your ass. Lifting your neck to my mouth so I can eat at it and chew on the salt from your skin. Keeping you pinned and pulsing and consumed until I hear your first mews.

Giving one final squeeze, I take your nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Twisting back and forth as I pull steadily on them. “Whimper for me” I whisper to you. “Whimper out how this feels” and I pull

“iiiihnn”

“Goooood girl, again” and I pull

“hhmmnnmmm” you manage and I keep at you. Delighting in your mews and milking your hard nipples. Stroking them with my thumb as I pull them.

I bend my fingers into claws and drag them down your sides. Hooking your yoga pants and pulling them down and inside out as I do. When they reach your ankles I tap one leg then the other for you to step out of them. Sliding my hands on your bare skin, up the backs of your legs, you expect me to check your wetness but I don’t. I can smell your pussy is primed and it isn’t me grabbing it that has you throbbing.  I take you by the waist and spin you around. I take your top and pull it up. Inside out again like your pants but when it covers your face with your arms still inside I stop pulling. I leave you trapped and hold your arms against the wall. I want to taste those hard nipples. One, then the other, I suck them in. Pulling on them I thump them with my tongue and nibble with my teeth. I reach in my pocket for the clover clamps. Making them harder than ever, I clamp one and hear a tiny gasp from your top. A louder one with the second clamp and a loooooong one when I pull the chain connecting them. I pull the remainder of the top off, leaving you naked and panting. I kiss your lips.

“I’m glad you’re home, sweet girl. I missed you”

'Sliding my hand up to your nipple chain, I stare directly into you. Slowly winding my finger in it. Twisting it tighter and tighter until your nipples are drawn closer together, I watch your eyes fill with their bite and your anticipation. “Time for your real purpose” I say. Walking away the weight of my arm on the chain forces a whimper from you as you stutter step to keep up for the sake of your nipples. I walk briskly and you uptempo your steps to manage. Down the hall and into the bedroom at such a pace that when to the bed your own momentum makes you jump up on it like a bunny. A naked, horny fuckbunny whose only thought all day has been the inescapable need to feel her pussyhole open up to accept my cock inside it. By the time you steady yourself from the hop onto the bed I’ve taken a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back. Pressing my hand on the small of your back to make you arch as I pull. Holding your locks and wrapping your panties around your mouth for a gag before smacking your ass.

“Spread your knees, you fucking slut!” And I spank the other cheek. You shift a little but not at all spreading to my liking. Spanking with each word…

“ I

Said

Spread

Your

Knees

You

Fucking

Slut”

Although you spread far enough on the second slap, I enjoy the reddening, the heating of your ass.

“Gooooood girl! That’s better” I say “Now give me these” as I grab your hands. I slap them to your ass. “Spread these ‘fuckmehard’ holes open! Spread!  You’ve been wanting this all day because you’re a greedy little fuckwhore and it’s time for you to own what you are and what you need. You’re well to do, professional friends would be shocked to know what a cumslut you are, wouldn’t they?”

I let go of your hair and reach under you, finding the chain. You start to move out of your arch until I pull back on it and your nipples. Those poor throbbing nipples. Your holes are so tight and I move closer and blow cool air across them. I see them squeeze. A droplet of thick juice oozes from your pussyhole and drips in a long string to the comforter. I lay my tongue flat on the bottom of your pussy. It makes you try to straighten and I pull on the chain to keep you still. You push back against my mouth to ease the bite.

I lock my lips on the round bottom of your pussy opening. Sucking the tiny bottom lip in my mouth. I suck and release, covering your taint too, while I use my lips to chew on your bottom pussy half. The juice is sweet and makes me harder than before. I lick your hole with a very slow, very pressured, lazy tongue. Letting the tip nudge inside the opening. It’s so warm and wet and I can feel you rocking into me. Wanting me to tongue fuck it…. So I drag my mouth up to your asshole and rub it with my hard tongue up and down. I close my mouth over the hole and suck while I poke it with my tongue tip. Each suck is a little less and each poke pushes inside you deeper. I start slowly pulling and releasing your chain. It makes you push back to ease the pain and you find yourself fucking your ass on my tongue. I control how deep by how hard I pull and soon you’re asshole is slamming deep on the hard muscle. You don’t know it yet but your first edge is coming. I know your hoping I don’t stop but I’ve become an expert with your body. Your pushing gets frantic, not caring about your nipples anymore, only the fucking. I reach a clamp and just before you cum, I pull my tongue away and release a nipple. The surge of blood back to it hurts and makes you slap the bed… ripping you away from the sweet release you crave.

You calm from the pain of both the clamp and the unfulfilled orgasm. I reach around your leg and find the chain, pulling on your one clamped nipple. Taking two fingers, I hold them in a tall V and rubbing them forward over your folds. Using the rough skin and knuckles on the back side of my hand to stroke your pussy from underneath. I make sure the bottom of the V between my fingers grips your clit as it passes over it. Rubbing rubbing rubbing, faster and faster until your juice is splashing out of you..

You’re close. I can tell because you’re squeezing your ass sooooooo tight. Closer closer closer. You’re moaning through your gag…. You’re going to cum unless…..

I unclamp the other nipple and pull my hand away. You half scream through your gag and your hips buck wildly looking for something to fuck. “No no no, not yet. Not yet, I’m having too much fun playing with my real life sextoy. Get over here. Put your feet on the footboard and get on your knees”

I climb on the bed and pull off your panty gag…. Nipple sticks in my hand. Your face is red and sweat is on your forehead. I wipe off your brow and lovingly straighten your hair before pulling my fingers up to my nose. I take in the smell of you. Your juices and sweat before taking one sore nipple in between the sticks and easing them tighter… then the other. I pull out twine and tie the ends together and toss the end between your legs towards the footboard. “This is what horny little fucktoy sluts like you need. Something to think about while you decide which is better. Pleasure or pain? I take your face and guide it down gently on the bed. I move around behind you. Standing, I take your left arm and lay it next to your leg. Wrapping your wrist and ankle with my rope and tying them together. Then the right side and when done, I take the end to the corner of the bed and secure it. Then your left binding. Pulling it tighter than the first and making you spread good and wide in front of me. So exposed, so helpless, so needy. I reach for the twine and pull back on it. It pulls and the sticks tug and twist at your nipples. Hearing you whimpering sends a rush through me. I’m so excited. I get the vibe stand I’ve made and secure it to the footboard. It’s a handled dildo, tied to a wand vibrator. The cock is thick and hard and stiff. It is longer than the wand by more than five inches but the two are inseparable. Cock on top and vibe underneath, I lift the end and it nudges your pussy. I have to bend it to pull it up straight and when it’s lined up, the hard head presses on your pussyhole and I see it open so very slow. Stretching, your moan tells me it’s that good kind of hurt that only a pussy can feel. It sinks further and further into your wet hole as the bend straightens and the wand comes to rest on your clit with your pussy good and full.

“Now listen my little fucktoy princess. You’re about to have to make hard choices… simple, but hard. I’m going to turn that wand on and you WILL NOT CUM! Understand?” You try to nod your head. “No no no, tell me you understand. Oh wait…” I put your panties back in your mouth. “Now, tell me you understand”

‘iigh uhhmber phand’ you manage

“Good girl! You can get off of the vibe… but at a cost to your nipples. Oh, hell you’ll figure it out” and I turn the wand on…

A guttural low groan escapes you and echos through the room as it drones out into one long ‘Oh my fucking God’ moan.

The wand mashed on your clit and cock in your pussy is soooooo much what you’ve wanted all day. Complete pussy pleasure without end. Your hips grind into the cock and the vibrations.

“I know what you’re thinking” I whisper in your ear. “You’re thinking you need to cum so bad, you’ll take the punishment for cumming without permission” another deep groan as your pussy is overwhelmed with every feeling that can be made for a girl pussy to cum to.  “Well I believe in you, you orgasm fuck toy. Cum before I say and you won’t cum for a month and I swear I’ll edge you 10 times a day” closer than you thought, upon hearing that you straighten and pull away from the vibe. It’s hard to move that far but you can. It hurts your nipples soooo bad though. You scream into the gag and give your pussy as much relief as you can before sinking back on the wand and cock once more…

Tortured and tormented through pleasure and pain, you whimper and start pleading in your gag “ppwweeeze, pweeeze ppweeeeze”

“You’re gonna be just fine little one” I pat your ass “just making that pussy sensitive for my cock little slut. You’re doing sooooo gooooood”

I stand back and take in your beautiful struggle. You can’t see me and I watch as your pussy pulses and drips “fuck me” juice on the bed. You endure with your hole obviously clamped down on the cock. The low groans growing louder as your hips buck in super slow motion. You take as much as you can and push forward swiftly. Forgetting the twine as you’re lost in the battle of not cumming, your fast thrust to get off of the vibe yanks your nipples hard and you howl at the bite. “HUUUUUUH, HUUUUUUUH” is the sound of your pain and your lips grip the thick cock hard as you sink back on it.

I’ve retrieved my paddle and I kneel down to your face with it in full view. I brush your hair back and you stare into me. Desperate. A tear in your eye sliding down your nose.

I kiss your neck

“Do you need me to help you little slut?” … you nod “No, use your words my little horny pet”

‘W-Wes, pweez. Wes’

“I’ll help you pretty girl. You can pull off but if it’s too much you hold up a finger on your left hand” and with that I move behind you.

I reach under you and cup the wand in my hand. I lift and press it into you. It’s covered with your nectar. A loud ‘AAAAHHHHHMMM’ escapes you and almost on cue you put up one finger, shaking it frantically.

I smack your ass cheek with the paddle and your muffled scream is as much surprise as pain. Again! The paddle lands hard and I watch your ass redden before my eyes. I rub it with my hand and it’s hot

Again!

And a pathetic yelp, almost crying escapes you and you shake your hand violently.

“Not close anymore my fuckslut?”

‘MO, MO, MO’ and your pussy grinds on the cock helplessly. Not looking for pleasure but trying to shake the sting of the slaps on your tender ass.

Unexpectedly you lurch forward and howl from the pain. I know you can’t take much more. I won’t force you to failure. I yank the twine knot and feeling the release of pressure you fall forward as much as you can. Long dripping strings of pussyhole essence hang from the cock and vibe. I reach under you and release a nipple from its stick. The inrush of blood making a surge of pain that takes your breath and causes you to twerk in place. The next nipple released hears you crying out in a ‘aaawl haw, haaaw’

You barely hear me when I say, “It’s time for a little reward, pet. Would you like a reward for being such a good girl?”

‘Mmmmmhmmmmm’

“I want to hear you know” I say as I take off the gag. You’re panting but know better than to speak.

Walking behind you I switch off the vibe and untie it, laying it on the bed under your swollen, throbbing little cunt. I grab your hips and find the resistance in your legs to be gone. I easily pull you back, guiding your pussy back on the cock, now with nothing stopping very inch of it from pushing inside you. Your pussyhole has memory and as soon as I pull you past the previous depth an orgasmic moan crosses your lips. Slowly I pull inch after inch deeper in your tight fuckhole until the little flare at the bottom stretches your hole another cock size. I hold you, impaled on the hard shaft and slide  my arms under and around your hips. Grabbing your ass with my hands I spread your ass open wide until I see the tiny opening wink open and closed.

I open my mouth and cover your asshole with it and an “omg” blurts out of you. I mash my lips against you and suck. One easy, and one hard. Easy, hard, easy, hard. I can see your hole flexing in my mind, in my mouth. Another hard sucking and I hold the pressure on you and reach out with my tongue. The very tip touches the opening and I feel you try to push back but you can’t move farther. Making circles barely touching your hole, as light as a rose petal on the skin.

‘Please take it. Please make it yours and use me’ you say

I release  the suction and point my tongue at it. I press against it, it’s so tight. You’re clenched tight and I feel your strain ease. My tongue pushes deeper up your ass. It opens around my tongue and I push it deep inside.

‘ Ooooh, fuck me. You’re my purpose. Take my hole, please take it. It’s yours an….’ You stop as I push all the way in and start stabbing at it. My chin jams on the cock each time I thrust inside you.  Rocking you forward and slamming you back on my tongue and the hard rubber cock. Filling both holes up with each movement, you’re shoving back hard, getting closer and closer. I want to feel your asshole grip my tongue as you cum.

“Yeeeees, yes you cum now you fucking slut. Love it!” And I drive even deeper as you pass the point of no return. Your hips twerk and I lock onto you keeping my tongue fucking you and sucking your hole. I feel your hole squeeze my tongue, hard once and then spasm uncontrollably as a wave of girlcum convulsions grip your body. Tensing and releasing, your moans becoming nonsense yelps and moans.

Lost in your orgasm you don’t notice my mouth leave you, nor my hand wipe your pussy save a shudder. I slather my hard cock quickly with your juices and press the head of my cock on your hole. The head pops in and another orgasm is forced upon you as I sink deeper and deeper in your ass until my balls feel the dildo in your pussy.

“Time for your real reward princess” as I proceed to fuck your asshole with no regard for gentleness. You feel like a clenched fist around my cock and I feel every spasm each time you cum. Keeping my cock deep inside I climb on the bed and angle my dick straight down into you. I drop my weight on you, in you, feeling the hard cock in your pussy rub my hardness each time I drop into you. I fuck your ass like every man wants to fuck the ass of a prissy snotty bitch. Hard and deep. >jab jab jab jab jab jab< owning every time you cum and every twitch of your cumming holes.

My balls get tight and I shove deep in you. Staying balls deep I grind your hole out, rocking so hard it hurts my cock base. Trying to break it off inside you as my balls empty their hot thick cum deep in your ass. I pull out slowly and sink back again. The sensitivity of you on me makes me bite my lip as I stroke your cum filled ass. Hearing my seed make suction noises each time I pull out or sink inside. Pulling the rubber cock out of you as you fall forward I delight in seeing your fucked out holes staying open, almost begging for more.