I like playing with 2nd person perspective. That's what this piece is all about.
Your heart thrums so hard it might rip through your chest. Each beat is as rapid as a hummingbird’s heartbeat. Your eyes are ink spots; your eyeballs are dilated with fear in the dark room. You fight against the sisal rope that binds your wrists to your ankles. Your panties are wet, but you don’t realize that.
The black leather hand wipes away a tear careening towards your hairline. The owner of that hand breathes with calm focus, savoring your terror. You see the knife he flicks open. You can’t see his smile behind the leather mask he hides behind.
You try to stifle your breath as he tickles your throat with the tip of the blade. A red scratch blooms on your flesh as he cuts through the thin dress fabric. It cuts as if it is softened butter. For a moment you are outraged that he has destroyed your favorite dress. You bought it at full price. Then you remember that more is at stake. “Please, stop. Please!” You beg, barely able to choke out the words.
He feels the bulge in his pants grow. He was wondering when you would start begging. He wants to hear more pleading, not that it will do any good. He pushes two fingers into your panties, shoving them in your unwilling wet cunt. You want to close your legs; you want to kick him, but he has secured your limbs well. You’re really enjoying this, slut, he’s thinking as he watches your face while he finger fucks you. He knows you feel humiliated; he wants you to feel like the whore he knows that you are.
He slashes the sides of the panties so he can push them further into your pussy. It feels scratchy as the fabric consumes your juices. That’s what he wants. He doesn’t stop pushing the panties inside you until they completely disappear. He wants them to marinate while he does other things to you.
He moves away from you. You wonder if this is some sort of reprieve. His back is turned while he rummages through some items on a nearby table. You are trying to make use of this break. You are trying to slip your hands out of the rope shackles, but they only seem to grow tighter. You can’t see the rope burns forming beneath the coils of rope, but you can feel them.
He returns and slides between your legs. Sweat glistens on your chest, beneath your boobs, on your neck, under your arms. The smell is intoxicating. It mingles with the leather around the mask as he leans in to kiss your neck and suckle your nipples. You see the clamps when he dangles them. First one nipple is imprisoned and then the other. A chain unites the clamps. You choke back a cry from the sharp pain that is easing into a dull compressed pain. He embraces you, pushing your tits against his chest. Tears are falling freely now. You feel so frustrated at your weakness, your vulnerability. You feel his teeth seeking the flesh at your throat. They pierce you and you scream out, but not loud enough to deter him from his work.
It becomes clear to him you will become more vocal. He pulls the panties out of your cunt and shoves them in your mouth. You can taste your own juices, smell them. You feel empty down there. He has returned to biting you. He bites the other side of your neck, pausing to let his teeth sink into you. He is a wild beast who has found the most delectable prey. He intends to savor every morsel.
Lower and lower he leaves his bites. All around the clamps teeth marks and bruises bloom. He scarcely notices as he moves to mark you fleshy upper arms, your belly, your thighs. Soon he buries his head between your legs. You expect him to bite the most tender flesh, but instead his tongue darts inside you. His fingers push those lips open so he can reach deeper in. You can hear the juices he is lapping up. Your body betrays you. Your face is red. Your cries are muffled as he sucks your clit so hard it hurts…almost as if he were biting it off.
He is ready now. He admires how disheveled he has made you. He stands up and unfastens his pants. His cock springs out ready for action. He wants to smack your face with it, shove it down your throat, feel you choke it down, but one look tells him to keep the panty gag in. He brings a gloved hand hard against the side of your face. Leather sounds so much nicer than bare flesh slapping against bare flesh. You look dazed. Not so defiant now. He approves. The cock finds its target with ease. He is mounted and he uses the chain that tightens the clamps as a rein. “Fuck me, you little whore!” He cries out, pulling them tight enough that one of the clamps slips uncomfortably. He doesn’t notice it. He hovers over you, slapping your face with each thrust. He stops. He is still inside you. You move beneath him, hoping to assuage him.
He pulls out of you. He reaches for a vibrating dildo. It’s somewhat larger than he is. He hopes it is large enough to make you feel uncomfortable. He doesn’t bother with lube. You are wet enough. He fucks you with it, turning it on the highest speed. “Your ass is going to feel so good,” he says, “when I rip it open,” His cock is looking for the desired opening. You’re shaking your head, protesting. Your ass tightens, hoping to not permit entry.
He grabs the paddle he used on you earlier. There are some beautiful welts. You freeze when it lands across your ass. He is glad he tied you in this position. He doesn’t want to wait anymore. He positions his cock over the tight pink ring. He watches her face as he slowly pushes, forcing her ass to open. Her eyes are so wide and he can hear her muffled protests. It is a great sport to force a woman to feel every inch of a cock tearing open her ass. He savors how tight it is, relishing the vibrator in her cunt.
Your holes are full. It hurts and you can’t stop thrusting, responding to his movement. He’s calling you a slut, cunt, whore. He is squeezing your tits, clamps and all in his fists. It’s so much sensation all at once. Just then he pulls off the clamps. Your back arches and you know you are having an orgasm. He’s watching you writhe beneath him, feeling the juices leaking from around the vibrator that is staying inside you only because of his position.
He squeezes your aching tits, smacks them before bringing his mouth down on the right tit and biting hard. You feel his body shudder. He gasps, taking a mouthful of your left tit and biting. Your gagged cries seem distant to him as his cum fills your ass, still squeezing and pumping every last drop from his body.
He collapses on you, breath heavy and warm on your chest. He gets up, lets the vibrator slip out and fall to the floor. He exits the room, leaving you bound ready for further usage.