Party Guest

I locked the door after waving to the last of my guests and flipped off the front porch light. The music was playing low now and I moved around the room picking up the last of the glasses and dishes left behind. It had been a fun little get together for football, food, drinks and just a general good time. Even looking at the mess of the living room I was still happy to have had the company over.

I picked up stray pillows and tossed them back on the couch where they belonged. “Oh forget it, I will do this tomorrow.” I mumbled to myself as I reached over the couch to straighten a pillow that nearly fell back onto the floor. 

A strong hand clamped over my mouth, an equally strong arm wrapped around my waist and yanked me against a hard, firm body. I tried to struggle but the arm squeezed me tighter and fingers began to press into my cheek.  

“Struggle and I will make this very unpleasant. Scream, and you will wish you had never been able to speak. Behave, and you will have pleasure beyond your fantasies.” A deep, husky voice whispered into my ear. As to prove his seriousness, he bit my earlobe hard and I could not help but let out a tiny yelp of pain. 

A chest deep laugh rumbled through his body as he tightened his grip on my waist, digging his fingers into my side. “You better bite one of them pillows, darling. You’re gonna need it.” 

I took a deep breath in trying to calm myself, trying not to provoke my attacker and make him hurt me.  I knew the cologne, I knew the smell of whiskey on his breath. I knew who this was! But how? How could he do this and think I wouldn’t know or say something? How could he think I would want this? It wasn't the booze, he barely drank. 

His hand came free from my mouth slowly ready to clamp down again should I scream. “Please don’t do this, please.” 

The hand quickly returned to my mouth, squeezing my cheeks painfully tight in his grip. “Don’t fucking speak! And don’t even dare say you don’t want this. I heard you talking tonight.” 

I nodded in agreement to his warning even though I had no clue what he was talking about overhearing. I tried to go over the evening in  my mind as quick as I could to understand what he could have heard or thought he heard. My thoughts were quickly interrupted as he pushed me over the couch so my ass was in the air. He pulled at my waistband, "Take them off, now!"  

I didn't hesitate and quickly removed my jeans. I had barely stepped out of them when he kicked them to the side and slapped my left cheek so hard I had to bite my lip to not make a sound. 

He groaned watching me and leaned over slightly, grabbing a pillow and shoving it at my face. “Last time I play nice tonight.” 

Taking his warning to heart I grabbed the pillow and bit down on it, my arms wrapped tightly around the soft material as if my life depended on not moving or making a sound. Perhaps it actually did.  

His grip around my waist lessened slightly as he began to run his fingers along my exposed ass. What is he doing? What kind of pattern is he drawing? Oh shit, he is outlining his hand print. No wonder that hurt so bad. The tenderness of his touch was so different from everything else so far. Was he regretting what is happening? Would he stop now and leave? I had barely registered that his fingers were no longer touching me when his hand landed in nearly the exact same spot on my cheek. I jumped and screamed into the pillow, clutching it tightly against my face so the barest of sounds could be heard. 

“Good girl. So glad you wore a thong tonight now, aren’t you?” He chuckled as he began to run his hand along the string of my panties. He paused with a finger just between my lips and groaned again. “Seems some one is liking this after all.” 

I turned my head to look over my shoulder to argue with him, “I am not lik..” 

His hand wrapped quickly into my hair, pushing my face into the pillow roughly. “Do not fucking turn your head, bitch! Fucking don’t do anything but lay there and hope like hell you please me! Do you understand me?” He shoved my face into the pillow more as he asked. 

I nodded as best I could with his grip on my hair and laid as still as I could. His hand slowly released my hair and moved back to its previous location only this time, he was not gentle or teasing in his touch. He didn’t move the thong to the side as two fingers slammed between my lips so deep the fabric of the thong dug into my clit and ass. He began to roughly finger my pussy, his hand moving so hard and fast into me that I had to spread my legs to allow him more room or risk getting seriously hurt. He plunged his fingers in deep, holding them in place as he rubbed his knuckle against my clit. 

No matter now much I hated him for this, I couldn’t help it, I moaned and squirmed with the feeling of his fingers in me. They were long, thick and strong knowing just where to press and rub. He finally let go of my waist and yanked up on the back of my panties in rhythm of his fingers. The lacey material began to rub me even more and I moved my hips slightly to try to make the sensation stop. 

Another slap on my ass, the other cheek this time, reminded me not to move. His fingers pulled free of my wet pussy and he yanked my head up by my hair, shoving his wet fingers into my mouth. I didn’t need to be told what to do. At this point, I felt it was better to work with him than provoke him. I began to suck and lick his fingers clean of my juices. “See, liking this.” 

Before I could make any response, his fingers were out of my mouth and yanking so hard on my thong that the fabric snapped. He pulled the panties from under me and tossed them on the couch next to my face. I felt him step back a little, one hand holding firmly onto my shirt. He was back against me in a flash, leaning over my body to bite my shoulder. “Here comes the real fun, darling.” 

I had barely started to breath again after his bite when he thrust his thick, hard cock into me with one fast movement of his hips.  I was wet from his fingers, but not ready for the size of him. He held there for a few seconds, pressed deep inside me, as I screamed into the pillow. Slowly he pulled himself out until just the tip of him was inside my wet walls. He rubbed his hand along my ass again and slapped it harder than previous just as he slammed himself into me again.  

I felt the couch move with the amount of force he used and I cried out into the pillow again. Lifting my head slightly, careful not to turn to either side, I felt him tense against me as he watched me move. “P-please, please, it hurts right now. I-I won’t fight you, I promise, just please…not so hard.” 

Without pulling out of me at all, he rocked his hips driving himself even deeper into my pussy causing me to whimper as the sharp pain ripped through me, only to moan softly as it faded to pleasure. He began to slowly rock his hips forward and back, pulling himself nearly out of me and sliding back in smoothly. He leaned over me again, his breath against my cheek as he continued to slowly work me from behind.“You will be begging for more, I promise you that. Just remember though, behave or I will hurt you.” 

I nodded quickly and squeezed my eyes shut tighter. I didn’t want to risk seeing anything. I just wanted him to finish and leave. I wouldn’t even say anything if he just didn’t hurt me. I was so lost in my mental chanting of be still, don’t make a sound that I didn’t notice the pressure at first. Pressure was building inside me and outside.  

Deep within my loins, no matter how much I told myself otherwise, I was enjoying this. He felt good, so good inside me. He wasn’t any longer or thicker than any one I had experienced before yet when he fully sheathed himself in me, I felt him so deep inside there was a flash of pain, even when he was going slow. I started to moan more and bit my lip in pleasure. My hips, try as I might to stop them, began to move with him trying to keep him inside as he would withdraw or meet him as he pushed in. 

I could hear him groan with pleasure above me as he continued to pump his cock into my wet and wanting snatch. “Oh yeah, some one is liking this. Come on darling, cum for me. Show me how wet I make you.”

I didn’t want to give in to my body, I hated the fact that he felt so good and I struggled to not let the orgasm come to the surface. I had held it in check until he told me to cum for him. Damn my sexual desires. Damn that side of me that longed to please. Damn that side of me that truly enjoyed being told what to do sexually. 

I gave into my primal desires and needs. The orgasm ripped through my body making my muscles tighten down on his cock as he continued the, now, almost annoyingly slow pace. I didn’t make a noise, as I sometimes don’t when caught in the high tide of my pleasure. I held my breath as the orgasm slowly died away, taking in a ragged, deep breath only after the last of my tremors subsided. 

My body wanted this now. Needed it now. Damn him. Damn me!

"Now see, a silent one is just no good. Going to have to fix that." 

It was only as my breathing resumed that I noticed the pressure on the outside again. Outside. Against my asshole. Pressing slowly. Pressing firmly. His cock still worked in my pussy as the plug finally popped into my ass and I bit down on the pillow again, shaking with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He held perfectly still buried deep inside me while my shaking stopped. I had not been prepared for that. Where did he get it? Oh fuck, he had been in my room, he had to be. Oh fuck it felt good.  

“You like that don’t ya?” He spoke so softly I barely heard him and I didn’t dare answer any way. Bad call. He slapped the end of the plug hard then wiggled it several times. The feeling had me crying out in pain but wanting so much more. “I asked you a question, don’t you dare ignore me. You like that, don’t you!” 

I nodded furiously to the question this time, though the second time he was more telling me than asking. I hated myself right now because yes, I was truly liking this and hated the fact that I was actually wanting him to continue. 

The feel of the plug in my ass and his thick cock in my pussy was amazing. I felt so full, so aroused. He began to slowly move the plug in and out of my ass without popping it out. He kept his thickness still as he did this until I thought I would scream from frustration. “Please…fuck please…” 

“What was that?” He continued the same movement, not changing his pace or adding the pleasure of his cock. There was amuzement to his voice as he spoke.“Did you want something from me?”  

I began to move my hips against him. “Please, it feels good. Please. More.” 

There was a few seconds of silence. A few seconds when he stopped moving the plug. A few seconds that all I could do was lay there and moan. His laughter broke the silence as he grabbed my hair, yanking my head up. “I knew you would beg.” 

He shoved me back down on the couch and began to fuck me hard and fast. He kept a hand on the plug, moving it with each thrust of his hips. His pace was furious and unrelenting. It hurt and felt wonderful all at the same time. He dug his fingers into my hip as he yanked me back to meet each slam of his hips. 

My body tightened, I could feel the orgasm trying to rip through me again. “Please! Permission please!”

Several hard slams of his cock into me and he growled, “Now!” 

I let the tension pour from me as I screamed into the pillow. Felt the waves of pleasure wash over my body as I came over his cock. He growled again, plunging himself deep into me as he shot his hot load within my walls. He held there for a minute or two as both of our bodies twitched and the orgasms finally died away. 

He leaned over me, kissed my cheek lightly and chuckled. “Next time, don’t let those you fantasize about hear said fantasies.” 

He slid himself out of me and stepped away. I could hear the russle of fabric as he pulled his jeans back up and heard the zipper as he secured them. I didn’t move, I couldn’t move if I wanted to honestly. My muscles were jelly after the experience with him. 

One quick slap on my ass again, playfully this time, and I heard the door open. “See ya at work Monday.” 

The door closed and I forced myself over the couch, pillow still clutched against my chest as I slid to the floor. 

“Holy fuck, I need to have another party.”

Three and O

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Master is Pleased - Chapter 4

The fabric around her eyes was soft and tied securely behind her head preventing her from seeing anything. She twisted her hands slightly and felt the cold steel against her wrists. The feel of the carpet between her toes tickled as she tried to keep on them relieving the pressure on her shoulders. Her shoulders had begun to ache from her arms being held above her head for the thirty minutes or more it had been since she was placed here.

The brush of power against her skin made her shiver as fingers brushed her skin. Her dress had already been pulled from her body and tossed to the side of the room. She could not tell if it had landed on the floor or on a chair, but she knew well enough to know that it would not be damaged either way. A low growl filled her ears as the power in the room danced around her touching her skin as if thousands of tiny electrical currents were zapping her.

A soft moan slipped from her throat as she laid her head back letting the power wash over her body. She had not been touched since being secured to the chain and was starting to grow both anxious and irritable over that fact. She wanted one of them to touch her, wanted them to bring her pleasure in ways she could never have dreamed possible. She also knew that they would not do anything before they were ready.

“Tell me, Kitten,” she jumped slightly at the sound of her Master’s voice breaking the silence. “If Christopher does all he desires to you, will you still want me or will he have won your attention?”

“Alexander,” she gasped at his question, raising her head and turning as much as she could towards the direction of his voice. “I am yours and will never seek another. What you are allowing to happen this evening is a gift that I will treasure but a gift will never replace what I already have and cherish with you.”

“My, my, some one is awfully brave to use your name like that.” Christopher quietly spoke from behind Victoria a second before the flogger landed across her exposed ass. She jumped at the unexpected pain and bit her lip, swallowing down the yelp that nearly escaped.

Fingers lightly touched her face, tracing down her jaw line before teasing her lip where she had just bitten. The power of her Master rolled over her to crash against that of his cousin’s behind her catching her in a whirlpool of energy. She held her breath trying to steady her racing heart as the flogger landed again with a quick snap.

“You have never spoken my name before, have you?” His fingers continued to trace along her lips slowly. “I think I might actually enjoy hearing it from your lips. Say it again, my pet.”

“Alexander.” One word, breathlessly spoken one second to be replaced by a moan of pleasure as fingers slid between her legs and found their way deep into her wetness.

“Oh, now that made it even more enjoyable to hear. Nicely done Christopher.” Alexander laughed as he watched the pleasure building on Victoria’s face.

Christopher quickened the pace of his fingers causing her to squirm against her restraints. Her hips rocked against his hand as she felt the pressure building within her loins. Her legs were suddenly pulled up and held apart from the front, Alexander’s hands firmly under her thighs holding her still.

“So many things I can do to you with him holding you like that.” The whisper against her ear was filled with the promise of many things unspoken. “I promise you something though, by the time we are both done with you, you will wish you were turned just so you would be able to walk straight.”

The sudden flash of power slammed against her causing her to cry out in pain as tiny flashes of anger hit her then were gone before her cry could finish. “Kitten, I am so sorry.”

“Please don’t do that again.” She begged both of them. “Christopher, my being human is not his choice. Yes, I drink his blood but have not been brave enough to allow the change. Alexander, my Master, do not be angry at him for speaking the truth. Perhaps hearing it from some one outside the house might just do the trick.”

Her smile faded as the blindfold was removed from her eyes and she stared at the serious look on her Master’s face. “Do not tease with such a thing.”

Christopher’s fingers had stopped moving but still remained inside her. She looked over her shoulder as best she could to smile at him then turned back to Alexander. “I have been giving this a lot of thought lately. However, let us all have some fun this night, then we will talk about it when I can walk again.”

With that she began to move her hips against the fingers still in her body. Hands still held her legs up and open and she licked her lips as the excitement swam through the air again. “I don’t know though, Master. Your cousin seems awfully passive. Are you sure I am the only sub here?”

Her Master threw his head back in laughter and stepped away as her words of challenge were replaced with a scream of both pleasure and pain as Christopher’s thick cock pushed forcefully into her tight ass. His hands held her legs where her Master’s had been not a minute before and his growl sent a shiver of fear up her spine. “I will make you regret even thinking that, whore. You want to be mouthy do you?”

His pace quickened and became more forceful. Each thrust sent a shock wave of pain through her that would fade to ecstasy just as quickly. “The only way I stop is when you scream my name.”

Her eyes shot straight to her Master’s, the fear evident in them. She had never called out any one’s name but his and now his cousin risked hurting her if she did not do as he wanted. Would her Master be angry with her? Would he allow her to punished so? He sat on a chair across from her, placing his hands behind his head as he stretched his legs out and watched.

“You spoke a challenge that neither of us will allow to pass.” The flicker of raw lust danced through his eyes as he smiled at her. “I know why you said what you did, however, never accuse either of us of being anything but a master in all we do. Christopher will show you just how wrong your taunting was and perhaps remind you of the reason you wear that collar.”

Christopher continued to assault her ass, his hands digging into her thighs as he held her in place while his hips slammed against her. White hot flashes of pain shot through with each plunge of his cock. The tears began to trickle down her checks as she begged him for mercy. “Please, sir, please forgive me, please ease your strokes.”

Both men laughed at her words. One filled with the humor of watching his favorite pet being punished. The other filled with an unfilled hunger. “You will have mercy when you do as I say!”

Her legs were pulled further apart until she felt as if her skin would rip open. Every muscle in her body ached yet something deep within her burned with desire. She closed her eyes and forced herself to focus not on the stab of pain with each thrust but the crest of pleasure each turned into. She began to moan softly as her arousal intensified and she found the pounding she was taking to be enjoyable.

Pressure began to build within in her, each movement of his hips pushing her closer and closer to the edge of the cliff of ecstasy. The thickness of his cock was wonderful, stretching her tight hole, filling her and making her wince just slightly when he would fully enter her. His pace quickened again becoming more powerful than before, it felt like her soft checks would be bruised from how hard he hit against them.

“Please, sir…” She began to beg him again, her voice breathy from excitement. “Please let me come for you.”

Christopher dug his fingers into her thighs breaking the skin causing half-moon shaped slivers of blood to appear on her. “Scream it!” He growled as he unleashed his fury in her, rocking her against the restraints on her wrists.

Darkness danced at the edges of her mind. The pain brought by his new burst of strength was threatening to rip her from the pleasure her body so craved. Throwing her head back with the onslaught of sensations, Victoria screamed in pleasure, fear, lust and pain. She screamed the one thing that would save her before the darkness consumed her.

“Christopher!”

First Time

I recently had a book recommended to me and was very thankful for it. The following is me taking one of my favorite scenes from the book and rewriting it with me in the place of the main character. This is from Kushiel's Dart by Jacqueline Carey. (and no, the whole book is not like this, but there is enough to add that spice)
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I was nervous and excited, finally alone with my first patron. I had never experienced pain in the ways I hoped he would give me and my mind raced with thoughts on what might happen.

He was in the middle of the room as I entered, watching me silently. I looked around the room as I stood there. Along the right wall was a large couch and a fireplace was set in the center wall, its roaring fire flickering shadows across the room. The left wall caught my breath and I stood in shocked silence staring at it.

I looked at that wall longer than I should have, I knew it, but before I could turn to face him, the back of his hand was across my face causing me to falter and take a step to the side. I had been too caught up in the sight before me to realize he had moved, my hand came to my face in surprise. “No whore stands in my presence.” He growled at me as he backhanded me again.

I dropped to my knees, lowering my head, tasting a hint of blood on my lip. My mouth hurt where he had struck me, my heart pounded in my chest and I felt a growing desire deep within my nether regions. This startled me more than anything. I knew the desires for pain had always been within me, but to experience it now and feel just how it excited me in ways I had never known was frightening and thrilling all at the same time.

“I am sorry, my lord.” I spoke softly, my voice wavering slightly.

He circled around looking at me, stalking me. His hand harshly grabbed my hair, yanking my head back, bending me against his knee. I swallowed hard as I stared up into his eyes, eyes that burned with animalistic desires. I risked a glance to the left wall and its decorations, I tried not to but it called to me. His hand quickly released my hair and found my throat a mere second later. I should have been terrified; I should have been except for the wave of pleasure that swept over me. 

His hand clenched down on my throat, fingers finding the exact spot on my tender flesh that controlled just how much blood would flow through my veins and he pressed down on it. The world started to swim around me, darkness playing at the edges of my vision. With just a bit more pressure he could have my life taken from me and I could nothing but moan against the desires building within.

Perhaps it was that moan that showed him I was enjoying his actions, perhaps it was the strain of his erect cock against his pants causing him too much discomfort to ignore, whatever the reason, he released me with a shove. “Please me, slut.”

I did not have to be told twice, did not dare be told twice. I turned on my knees, licking my lips as I reached up to the top of his pants and began unfastening them. My body ached for his touch, my mouth watered at the sight of the thick hard flesh as it sprang from the cotton underpants as I carefully worked them down his hips. I licked at the tip of his erect manhood as his hand wretched at my hair again, shoving me down the length of him. I gagged slightly as he slipped down my throat and felt wetness between my legs as my mind gave into the pleasure.

I worked him until he came in my mouth, licking at him to retrieve each precious drop of his seed. As I pulled back to look up at him, he caught me again with a swift backhand, sending me falling to my side. “Do not think you are done yet. I paid good money for you and I plan on getting every cent worth.”

He pointed to the bed and I obediently rose, stripping my clothing as I walked towards it and lay down. He began removing his clothing as he walked towards me, the fire in his eyes growing with each step. He grew harder with each step until he was just as thick and long as before I sucked him. The fact he could be ready again in such short order was not something I was prepared for. I should have hated being used like this, should have resented the idea of it, but I could not deny the yearning within me that longed to be hurt and pleased.

He grabbed my legs, yanking me to the edge of the bed and slammed his full length into me without warning. I was wet and open to him, but not ready for the strength he possessed in that one thrust. I cried out in pain. He thrust harder, holding me against him as he pierced me over and over; each movement of his hips driving him deeper into me. 

The pain gave over to satisfaction and he finally slammed himself deeper than before and filled me with his hot seed. I cried out again, this time it was his name as I gave in fully to his drive and released with him.

He stared down at me, his chest rising and falling with little effort as if he had merely taken a short walk. He looked over his shoulder at the wall and chills went down my spine. He pulled free from me and sat on the bed. “You know what I want now.”

“Yes, my lord.” I slid from the bed and walked over to the wooden X that stood against the left wall. At each end of the X was a leather strap to hold my limbs in place. Next to it was a small table with various instruments of recreation. I obediently stood against the wood as he secured my wrists and ankles spread eagle. The wood was rough and the feeling against my naked body caused me to shudder. 

I have never experienced the pain he planned to bring to me, I was terrified. I knew that I just needed to speak my safe word to have it all end, I knew that I had to beg for his mercy and it would all be over.  That is when the first lash of the flogger stung across my back. Dozens of sharp, stinging kisses across my skin. I knew at that point, I could not speak the word even if I wanted. 

The lashes continued dozens of them perhaps, I do not know. My mind swam in a sea of pain, cresting on waves of pleasure as he continued his assault. I pleaded for him to allow me a rest, I begged for him to stop for just a few minutes. He did not.

 I finally sagged in the restraints, my body spent from the pain. He did not allow rest even then. His fingers worked into my tender mound, deep and hard, curling to find the spot within me that sent me into another round of begging and pleading. Only this time it was for release, for permission to spill my juices over his hand. He did not grant that release either.

He returned to the flogger. My back burned with pain as if liquid fire had been poured down my flesh. Again, I cried out, begging him to stop, but I would not give my safe word; I did not want this to end, not like this.

The flogger stopped and I felt him step behind me, pressing his body against me. His breath was hot against my cheek as he spoke. “I paid for you, all of you, and I intend to have just that.”

I had not realized what he meant by this until I felt my cheeks spread and his hard cock pressed into my ass. I cried out again feeling me stretch further than I had ever been stretched before. He worked my anus with more force than he had my mound. I felt the searing pain as my muscles tensed against his onslaught of passion. His hips smacked against my ass cheeks hard as he yanked my head back, biting the side of my neck near to the point of drawing blood. 

The two types of pain mixed beautifully within me and I began to beg for release once more. The tears streamed down my face as I pleaded with him to grant me permission to allow my climax to peak. Several more thrusts of his cock into my ass and he growled into my ear. “Now, whore!”

I came without regard for what was proper. I came without care of who might hear my screams. I came with a force that rocked my hips against his and milked him as he shot his hot seed into my ass. 

He leaned against me, pressing me against the rough wood and kissed the bite on my neck gently before he began to unbuckle the restraints that held me. Knees weak from the experience, I nearly fell into his arms as he carefully laid me on the floor and called for his attendants to see me to my room and tend my needs.

This was my first experience with a sadist. Some say I am mad for allowing it to happen. They don’t understand the need within me that literally hurts without being granted the pain another inflicts on me. They don’t understand how that pain makes the most intense pleasure ever known. They don’t know what it is like to be a masochist, to be me.

I look forward to my next chance to visit.

Floor

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.

You continue to work me for several minutes, slapping my upturned ass checks causing a sting of pleasure to rip through them. I can feel myself reaching climax, feel the tight fullness high in my walls telling me I need to release. “Please, sir…”I whimper between thrusts.

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.