I sat on the floor, legs crossed with the soreness in my backside very evident against the hard ground beneath me. My eyes were closed as I try to relax, thinking back on what got me into this situation in the first place.
You had been kind to me in the hour leading up to me sitting on the floor.
Kneeling before you, my eyes lowered, you put your hand under my chin and gently raised my face to look at you. The smile I see on your face is sweet, caring, and tender at first. You slide your fingers along my cheek, brush my hair behind my ear so softly it never occurs to me that there is more in your plan than I have seen so far. Your hand slips behind my head as you take a handful of hair and hold my head firmly in place as I see the look in your eyes shift. It causes your smile to become mischievous, almost wicked in nature. I realize instantly I am in trouble.
“Slut. My slut.” You whisper as you lean in towards me, your breath warm on my face, your lips teasingly close to mine.
I inhale sharply, the words causing a rush of pleasure to wash over my body. My vaginal walls tighten and being to ache for your touch just from hearing those two simple words.
Your voice changes, almost a growl as your grip on my head tightens. “MY slut!”
Before I can react to your words, you step to the side, roughly shoving me face down into the floor. My breasts are smashed between my body and the rough carpet and I wish I could relieve the pressure on them. I know better than to adjust my position on the floor, you will move me if you desire.
You step behind me and instantly I feel the large dildo slide between my lips. I am wet from your touch and words so it slides in easily and I moan in pleasure feeling the penetration. You begin working the thick toy into my pussy hard and fast, deeper than I am used to and I bite down on my lip to keep from protesting. The pain is a quick, sharp burn as you push the dildo in deeply only to be replaced with warm sensations of comfort as you pull it back out.
The dildo is immediately pulled from me. The orgasm begins to die and I whimper again, only this is from disappointment that you stopped.
“Something you care to say?” Your voice is somber above me, no hint of emotion, but then again, I didn’t expect it, you hide it well.
“No, sir.” I begin to curse myself for the whimper. I know better than to show disappointment, even in just a sound.
“That’s what I thought.”
I gasped and cried out as the dildo is plunged deep into my ass. You must have applied lube, I couldn’t be that wet could I? The thought was quickly pushed from my mind as you relentlessly fucked my ass for several minutes. I moaned and squirmed again feeling myself nearly climax.
You had mercy on me and before I could ask, you granted me permission. “Cum for me, my slut. But you know what you need to scream.”
I screamed your name as the orgasm ripped through my body, my hips rocked with the movement of your abuse on my ass; I fought to calm myself, to bring myself back from over the edge.
You didn’t let up though; you continued to thrust the dildo in my ass, twisting it as you worked it in and out of me repeatedly. My ass checks stung from the repeated swats they endured as you continued to play with me. You were building me up, preparing me for the flogger and part of me wanted to beg you for it just for the change of feeling against my skin.
I wanted to beg, but words failed me as you were very kind to me and brought me to climax quickly again. You were even kinder when you allowed me to cum for you another three times before you pulled the toy out and stepped away from me.
“Sit on the floor, cross your legs and think about what you have done.”
That is why I sit here, my asshole sore, my body trembling from the enjoyment you brought me. I sit here and realize I should not be so smug next time I say I am not that sore from the last round of anal abuse you were so generous to gift to me.
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