It began as an uncomfortable groan that quickly escalated to a distorted shout as her entire body tensed. Flexing against the restraints as her bottom muscles clamped down against the sudden intrusion, cold sharp edged plastic that I pushed steadily on despite the resistance. With a low hiss she tried to relax tense muscles, to surrender to my inevitable progress. Or at least I assumed it was meant to be a hiss, the scarlet ring forcing her lips apart left everything a bit indistinct.
Finishing putting the marker somewhere safe my fingers checked the cuffs holding wrists and ankles together and the strap connecting the pair. Straightening I plucked the leash hanging taught from the ceiling and smiled into the mirror where we both admired my handy work. Not that she had any choice but to look. I had put her hair into a pony tail and tightly braided that around the leash leaving her unable to turn her head. Just as the partial hogtie and board wedged between her knees left her frozen, kneeling before the mirror. Completely helpless before me.
A point I emphasized by reaching down to tug idly at the binder clips decorating the lovely breasts I had labelled 'cock pillows' in large bold letters with the aforementioned marker. It hadn't been the only part of her I'd labeled. I'd started with 'smackable' along the inside of one thigh before loosening up. "Insert here" with an arrow spread across the bottom of her stomach. 'Fuck' and 'hole' covered flushed cheeks. Giant letters boldly proclaimed 'Whore' on her forehead. Her eyes flicked between those and the other not so tender endearments as I grunted and rested my hands on her shoulders. She shivered. Wondering at what comes next and in response to the wand jammed into her slit, its head glistening with her excitement. For a moment I leaned forward, forcing her down onto the wand as the collar rose higher on her neck, as we studded the slut in the mirror. Then my fingers curled around her neck and I heaved. The leash slipped its hook and I dropped her. As she sprawled on her face I unclipped ankles and wrists before leaving her to writhe as I sat comfortably a little distance away.
"Come here" I said, simply and firmly.
For a moment she stared in disbelief, shrugging arms still bound behind her back. I merely glanced at the paddle resting on the bed. She began to crawl, worm really. Sliding herself the short distance between us painfully slowly. Come to rest at my feet.
"Knees." My voice was cold, flat, and harsh without rising an octave.
She struggled. She failed. Once. Twice. Three times. Then I had her by the hair. Yanking her up as I unzipped my pants and pushed myself towards her welcoming mouth.
For a moment I merely let her fumble. Bound and gagged she ineptly tried to take me in but failed. My grip tightened on her hair.
"Can't you even do this?" I let myself growl for the first time as I forced myself into her.
She was useless I growled. Only fit to be used like this I rumbled as I took firm hold of her and began to pump. She sputtered and gasped. Trying to pull away.
"Need to be shown exactly what you're good for." I snarled as she began to relax. Letting me take over. Melting into being my toy.