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.