Darkness. Silence. And pain.
I focus on the pain, and on my breathing. The gag in my mouth, the blindfold and the earplugs leave me at his mercy, and there is no point in thinking of anything else. I breathe regularly through my nose, making a deliberate effort to keep a steady rhythm.
Not only the aching and burning in my thighs and my lower back from staying so long in a kneeling posture. Not only the shooting needles of pain each time my wrists and arms forget that they are bound tightly behind me. There is also the searing pain in my nipples under the pressure of the clamps.
I try not to think of the clamps. Try not to think of how long they have been in place, of how long I have been in place. I trust that he knows, and that he will not lose track of time, that he will not let the clamps and bindings cause any permanent damage, only pain to build the pleasure.
He was tender as he placed the blindfold and earplugs on me, kissing me gently on the back of my neck, nibbling on my ears. He carefully put the gag in place. And then he helped me down onto the floor. But when he put on the shackles and pulled my limbs and torso into his desired configuration, he was firm and strong. Had I wanted to resist, I could not, and he made sure I knew that. His grip was tight grip and powerful just a hint at the strength he possessed and would use if I resisted.
The clamps were a shock, more pain than I could stand. Yet he left them on and left me in position, until the pain of the clamps and the pain of the posture began to consume me. He will release me soon, I thought. Any minute now. But the minutes passed. The pain of the nipple clamps eased as the tissues went numb, but the postural pain continued to build. I began to let a seed of doubt enter my mind. What if he leaves me like this? I banished the thought. He cares for me. He will not allow me to be injured.
Just when the pain and the impending sense of panic are about to fill me with sheer terror, I feel the clamps release. He massages my nipples, restoring circulation to the flesh, bringing back pain to the numbed tissues. I feel a scream catch in my throat, but he continues to massage my nipples and the pain in them finally subsides, leaving them warm and tingling.
He loosens the bindings behind me, allowing me to bend forward at the waist. The movement gives me a wonderful sense of relief. I sigh softly as I feel my face nestle onto a pillow on the floor, the fear that nearly consumed me, now completely removed from my thoughts.
I feel him running his fingertips over my upturned lips, coaxing the moisture to the opening of my cunt. He spreads me open and dips his fingers inside me, wiping my wetness inside and outside of my hole. I feel his fingertips lingering over my clit, rubbing in little circles to make it swell and throb. A pinch causes me to gasp as he rolls the sensitive flesh between forefinger and thumb.
Suddenly his cock is all the way inside me, forcing me to take in its entire length and thickness. I must have made a sound, because he slaps my ass cheeks, one side and the next, hard enough to sting and burn, a reminder to keep quiet.
With my silence he begins to thrust in and withdraw. He begins slowly, making sure I feel every millimeter of his cock in each direction. He pulls out almost all the way, leaving the barest tip of his cock between my lips. Then he slides back into me, bit by bit, daring me to strain against it to pull it in faster, but I know that to do so will earn me another spank. Even knowing this, after a few more thrusts, my discipline lapses for an instant, and I push my hips into him to feel his cock deep against my cervix. His punishment is swift and severe as he beats my ass cheeks. They sting and burn, I can almost feel the redness forming. I regain my control.
I feel more lubricant, this time dripping between my cheeks and onto my asshole. As he holds his cock nearly out of me, he starts penetrating me anally with a dildo. I try my best to take it in willingly making sure I relax to loosen the muscles, and he is careful not to push too fast. Soon the dildo is fully in me, and he ass-fucks me with it for a minute until I am used to the penetration. My body begins to tremble with pleasure.
I try not to think of the clamps. Try not to think of how long they have been in place, of how long I have been in place. I trust that he knows, and that he will not lose track of time, that he will not let the clamps and bindings cause any permanent damage, only pain to build the pleasure.
He was tender as he placed the blindfold and earplugs on me, kissing me gently on the back of my neck, nibbling on my ears. He carefully put the gag in place. And then he helped me down onto the floor. But when he put on the shackles and pulled my limbs and torso into his desired configuration, he was firm and strong. Had I wanted to resist, I could not, and he made sure I knew that. His grip was tight grip and powerful just a hint at the strength he possessed and would use if I resisted.
The clamps were a shock, more pain than I could stand. Yet he left them on and left me in position, until the pain of the clamps and the pain of the posture began to consume me. He will release me soon, I thought. Any minute now. But the minutes passed. The pain of the nipple clamps eased as the tissues went numb, but the postural pain continued to build. I began to let a seed of doubt enter my mind. What if he leaves me like this? I banished the thought. He cares for me. He will not allow me to be injured.
Just when the pain and the impending sense of panic are about to fill me with sheer terror, I feel the clamps release. He massages my nipples, restoring circulation to the flesh, bringing back pain to the numbed tissues. I feel a scream catch in my throat, but he continues to massage my nipples and the pain in them finally subsides, leaving them warm and tingling.
He loosens the bindings behind me, allowing me to bend forward at the waist. The movement gives me a wonderful sense of relief. I sigh softly as I feel my face nestle onto a pillow on the floor, the fear that nearly consumed me, now completely removed from my thoughts.
I feel him running his fingertips over my upturned lips, coaxing the moisture to the opening of my cunt. He spreads me open and dips his fingers inside me, wiping my wetness inside and outside of my hole. I feel his fingertips lingering over my clit, rubbing in little circles to make it swell and throb. A pinch causes me to gasp as he rolls the sensitive flesh between forefinger and thumb.
Suddenly his cock is all the way inside me, forcing me to take in its entire length and thickness. I must have made a sound, because he slaps my ass cheeks, one side and the next, hard enough to sting and burn, a reminder to keep quiet.
With my silence he begins to thrust in and withdraw. He begins slowly, making sure I feel every millimeter of his cock in each direction. He pulls out almost all the way, leaving the barest tip of his cock between my lips. Then he slides back into me, bit by bit, daring me to strain against it to pull it in faster, but I know that to do so will earn me another spank. Even knowing this, after a few more thrusts, my discipline lapses for an instant, and I push my hips into him to feel his cock deep against my cervix. His punishment is swift and severe as he beats my ass cheeks. They sting and burn, I can almost feel the redness forming. I regain my control.
I feel more lubricant, this time dripping between my cheeks and onto my asshole. As he holds his cock nearly out of me, he starts penetrating me anally with a dildo. I try my best to take it in willingly making sure I relax to loosen the muscles, and he is careful not to push too fast. Soon the dildo is fully in me, and he ass-fucks me with it for a minute until I am used to the penetration. My body begins to tremble with pleasure.
Leaving the dildo all the way in, he begins thrusting again with his cock. He starts fucking me harder and faster, until he is pounding his cock into me, his hips slamming into my ass cheeks, and his cock sliding against the dildo on the other side of my vaginal wall.
I feel my own heat building. The pressure and rhythm in my mound are building to a crescendo, and his balls slapping against my clit add to the madness. I know that I have his permission to cum, but only after he does. I pray that he is close to climax, as I don't trust my self-control. It feels too good, my body shaking with the building desire to release my juices over his pounding cock.
I nearly shed tears of joy and relief as I feel the change in his thrusting that indicate his orgasm, and he pinches the sides of my hips as a signal. My pussy begins to gush wetness as the waves of pleasure and muscle spasms flood through my body. He allows me to push against him, trying to milk out the last drops of his cum as I ride out the last tremors of my own orgasm.
Soon he pulls out both his cock and the dildo, and I feel him begin to undo the restraints on my arms, wrists, legs and ankles. Once I am fully free, he begins to massage my body, working my limbs to restore circulation and ease the stiffness and pain.
Finally, he removes the earplugs, then the blindfold, and lastly the gag. He takes me into his arms and kisses me on the mouth, passionately, deeply. I return his passion, thankful that he cares for me so.
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