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Monday, July 2, 2012


She stood center of the room, her wrists chained high above her head, and her long blonde hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall, while her blue-green eyes were wide as she watched him.

He sat in a chair, staring at this gorgeous woman.  His eyes drank in the sight of her body.  Her eyes, her lips, the curve of her breasts and hips.  As his eyes followed the length of her legs, his mouth twitched into a smile.  He had chained her legs apart, not so wide that it would be uncomfortable, but wide enough that she couldn’t move.  As it was, she was struggling against her binds.

Standing, he made his way over to her.  Her nipples were taut, begging to be licked and sucked.  He gave one a sharp pinch that caused her head to fall back as a moan escaped from her lips. 

She cursed him, her words filled with venom, but her eyes were pleading with him to continue his torture of her willing and aching body.

It was all a game.  She was his to do with as he pleased.  Most of the time, the pleasure he bestowed upon her wasn’t for his own gain but rather hers.  But as for the way she was right now, wrists chained above her head, back arched, legs spread…this was all for him.

In their game, there were days when she wanted something more…intense…than what had come before.  And on those days, she did her best to piss him off by refusing to take orders.  She would always say “I am my own person.  I have my own mind.”  He would just laugh at her and remind her that yes, while that was true, her body belonged to him.  That usually caused her to poke her tongue out at him and hope that he was going to bend her over the dining room table and fuck her until she begged him to stop.  But today was different.  He had flashed a wicked smile before throwing her over his shoulder like a caveman and carrying her out to the back shed.  To everyone else, that’s all it was.  A shed.  But to them, it was a dungeon. 

Whips, chains, paddles, leather cuff and contraptions made for 16 century torture rooms filled the small space. 

Once he had stripped her of her clothing and secured her in her binds, he had taken a seat across the room, cup of coffee in hand and watched.  She struggled.  She groaned.  She cursed his existence.  But the whole time, he could tell, she loved it.

Now that his hands had found their way to her breasts, tugging on her erect nipples, she was close to climax as her gasps got more audible.

Then nothing.

She groaned in frustration as she felt his hands slide away.  She swore under her breath as she watched him with a menacing gaze as he walked over to the far wall.  When he turned around, the murderous look in her eyes was gone, replaced by fear. 

In his hand he held a small ball gag.  She had been gagged once with an ex partner and hadn’t liked it very much.  She already felt vulnerable with her hands secured above her with no means of escape.

He walked over to her, lowering the gag down by his side.  His hand cupped her jaw, his fingers tracing over the flesh of her cheek.  “Don’t worry, pet,” he said softly.  “You’ll still be able to communicate with me.”

“I will?” she asked softly, her voice quiet and timid. 

He nodded and without saying anything else, thrust the gag between her lips.

Her eyes closed as she felt him secure it behind her head.  It was much different to last time and as she tried to say his name, she was surprised that she could.  Yes, it was somewhat muffled and didn’t quite sound like his name, but sure as she had ears, she could hear it loud and clear.

He stroked her cheek lovingly again.  “See, I told you that you had nothing to worry about, love.”

Her response was mumbled. 

Chuckling to himself, he walked back over to the other side of the room.  His hands lingered over toys, trying to decide which one he wanted to use on the disobedient slave.

His hand grasped a large vibrator.  Checking to see if the batteries were still fresh, he smiled as it hummed violently in his hands. 

He returned to her and traced his hand down over her belly to the smoothness of her freshly shaven pussy.  He toyed with her clitoris with his thumb while he pushed two of his fingers deep inside her.

Her head fell back as she groaned with pleasure, rocking her hips back and forth in hopes of getting herself off on just his fingers.

With one swift thrust that caused a startled yelp from her, he pushed the vibrator into her already twitching pussy.  He unchained her feet before turning the vibrator on and forcing her legs closed.  With a nylon cord, her tied her thighs together before dropping down lower and doing the same to her ankles.

She cried out as an orgasm washed over her.  Her body shook violently and sweat tricked down her nose.  She was drawing in ragged breaths as the powerful vibrator, that was buried deep inside her, continued to pulse and throb causing shockwave after shockwave to course through her.

Every nerve felt like it was on fire.  The dampness and the juices of her excitement seeped down her thigh.  She wasn’t sure how much more she was going to be able to take.

Her head snapped up as she felt something cold against her backside.  Craning her neck, she could see him.  His hand was on her hip as two of his fingers slid in and out of her ass, coating it in lubricant.

He released her hip and began pushing the enormous head of his cock deep inside her ass.  She cried out, closing her eyes tightly as the pain of the entry electrified every part of her being.

“This is what you get for being a bad girl,” he said as he began working himself in and out of her ass.  She grunted and groaned, breathing deeply through her nose as the sensation of being filled at both ends overwhelmed her.

He could feel the vibrator pulsing inside her.  He could feel her body convulse as a quick but powerful orgasm rocked her.  She moaned, a string of drool sliding out past the ball gag, landing on the concrete floor.

He began picking up the pace, his thrusts going deeper into her.  She was soaked in sweat.  Her hair was matted to her back.  He moved it to one side and kissed her shoulder.  He could feel she was close again as her body convulsed for the third time that afternoon.

She was pulling on the restraints, shaking her head back and forth, whimpering as he continued to fuck her ass hard.

“You are to come again,” he whispered in her ear.  “And when you do, I’ll come with you.”

She grunted a response and felt his hand snake around her thigh, his fingers slipping in between them and began rubbing her clitoris with a furious motion that she was in danger of coming more than once.

Her back arched, her ass pressed against his hips as her fourth and final orgasm washed over her.

As her body shook, she felt him thrust the whole length of his cock into her ass.  A warmth seeped through her and she knew that he had come too, just like he said he would.

She whimpered as he withdrew from her.  She could feel his come leaking out from her.  Her eyes were still closed as she fought to control her breathing.

She felt him untie her legs so he could remove the vibrator that was still pulsing deep inside her.

He lowered her arms, unchaining them and letting her collapse in his arms.

“Have you learned your lesson?” he asked her, running his hand through her matted hair and removing the gag.

Looking up at him with glazed eyes, she nodded. 

“Yes, Master.”

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