All fours. Carpet digging into my knees,
fingers digging into the pile. Naked,
breasts hanging freely but bound by clamps
that pinch. A chain runs from them to
my clit. Pinching harder. I hold still,
because every sway of my tits tightens
the chain. It punishes me one way, then
the other. I can't look down. My head
is pulled back, stretching my neck,
making my back arch. Rope twines
through my hair, anchored firmly. It rises up
to a hard point in the ceiling, and then
back down again to the hook thats buried
in my ass. Between the rope and the chain,
I am utterly still. Frozen. I hardly dare
to breathe. Which, of course, is where
you come in. As naked as me, you kneel
so that your cock is level with my face.
You stroke the tip against my face and I
Open my mouth, willing and eager. Except, it's not that easy. You hold your cock,
fist wrapped around the base, and keep
it just out of reach. You can do it,
you tell me. You can reach. Be a good girl.
I am a good girl. So I stretch. My breasts
swing, tugging the chain. Pain wrenches
my nipples and clit. It makes me gasp. Pause.
Reevaluate. Come on, you tell me. You press
your cock to my mouth, but it's gone again before I can slide my tongue out to pick
the tip. Motivated now, I ease forward.
Slowly does it. The chain shifts, but that
isn't the problem now. My hair pulls, tipping
my head even further back. My neck twinges
painfully. The tension slides up the rope
and down again, pulling at my asshole.
I open my mouth uselessly, whine. It hurts.
I'm an inch away. You can, you tell me.
If you want to. I do want to. Tears stinging
my eyes, I rock forward onto your cock.
Pain. Everywhere. My tits, my cunt, my neck,
my ass. I am rewarded, though, with the swell
of you, surging into my mouth. I moan
around you. Satisfied. Clit pulsing. Cunt
soaked. You could fuck me right now,
and fuck it would hurt but fuck, it would
feel good. Maybe next time. This time,
you take my head and haul me onto you.
Your cock hits the back of my throat,
my asshole feels like it might split in two.
Can't breath. I gag, choke, splutter.
Cry. More, I think. I want more. You fuck
my mouth and I hover, in that space
between agony and ecstacy, yours to use.