Chains of Desire
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“I’m your Master. You will please me by obeying me,” I stopped in front of her.
Her eyes widened at the sight of my huge sex, but not in fear.
I traced my fingers along her face, then down on her slender neck. She shivered at my touch, and the smallest moan escaped her gagged mouth. My hands cupped her breasts. The weights on her long nipples began to sway, making her shudder and moan louder. I stepped around her, my fingers sliding down from her tits to her belly and over her toys in her pussy and ass.
“You’re mine.”
I pushed her dildo deeper into her wet pussy, then pulled it back an inch or so.
“Don't make any noise until I tell you that you can.”
She closed her eyes trying to hold back her whimpers as my hand kept playing with her toy. With her gag, it was almost too easy, so I removed it.
“What’s my name? I want to hear you say it.”
“...Ma...ster...,” she tried to say it with relief as the large silicone ball left her mouth.
I began to fuck her pussy with the dildo with longer strokes. She shut her mouth and swallowed her moans first. But after a minute, she couldn’t hold it back.
“Ahhh....! God...!”
“I don’t remember allowing for you to speak, you worthless excuse for a slave.”
I pumped her faster and faster and pulled on the weights on her tits.
“Ahhh....!!!” she screamed from the pain and pleasure.
I pushed her to the brink of her orgasm again and again but stopped every time before she could come.
Her squirming, moaning body made my cock so hard, it nearly exploded. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I whipped out her dildo from her pink pussy and plunged into her hot tunnel. I wrapped my arm around her thigh and pushed my cock as deep as I could. In a minute, she lost her battle completely. Her muscles began to tighten around my throbbing member. She was about to come.
“Ask for permission before you come or I’ll punish you. I want to hear you beg for it.”
“Please... ahh... Master,” she begged. “I need to come... Jesus... I can’t hold it...”
“You are not allowed to come before me,” I said. “Stay quiet.”
“Yessss..., Master,” she moaned.
She was amazing, her body all stretched and aroused. I pounded her harder and harder, making her weights bouncing more and more. She cried out and moaned continuously.
“You’ll regret this, slave!” I told her.
Then she screamed as her orgasm overwhelmed her gorgeous body. Shaking uncontrollably, she kept moaning as I thrust my cock relentlessly into her convulsing pussy.
I was close to my own release, so I pulled out of her sweet pussy. I wanted to last this as long as it was possible.
“Now, I punish you for not following my commands.”
Before she could say anything, I forced her gag back into her mouth. Then I went for my favorite flogger for novices. It had about thirty soft suede leather tails.
“Twenty lashes,” I told her. “When I finish with you, I’ll fuck your ass.”
She twisted her head back to see me. I saw her fear building up in her when she noticed the flogger in my hand.
When my first strike landed on her ass, she cried out under her gag. Though, the tails barely left any mark on her soft cheeks. With each strike, I hit her harder. She began to thrash in her bonds and shook her head once. I stopped and stepped closer. My hands caressed her slowly reddening flesh, then slid to her clit.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, even though she only shook her head once.
Instead of nodding or shaking her head, she began to moan again as my fingers massaged her still swollen bud.
“You are a slut as well as a slave, aren’t you?”
She nodded this time.
“Ten extra strikes for you, then.”
When I finished, her ass was evenly red from my expert hands and she was trembling from the pain she had never experienced before.
Angel
It was the most intense feeling I’ve ever experienced. My ass hurt like a bitch, yet my body was aroused again. If it was possible, even more. My legs hurt so much, that I wanted to cry, but I would stay like this for hours if he would fuck me again. My pussy was pulsing with my heartbeat and when he touched my clit, I simply lost myself in my pleasure once again.
“You are a slut as well as a slave, aren’t you?” he asked me in his weird, distorted voice.
I nodded, not denying it. I fucking loved every minute of it.
“Ten extra strikes for you, then.”
When he finished, my ass was burning and my muscles quivering in my abused backside. I felt a few teardrops rolling down on my cheeks and I tried to blink back the rest. I didn’t want him to see me weak.
His hand was caressing my pussy again. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. I moaned louder, not caring if he heard it. I wanted his huge cock inside me, wanted him to fuck me harder. I moaned, even if he would bloody my ass later.
“Do you want me to fuck you again?” he asked whispering into my ear.
I moaned and nodded vigorously.
“You have to beg me, slave.”
He removed my gag, and I closed my mouth, relaxing my aching jaw before I managed to answer.
“Please, Master... Fuck my dirty ass.” I begged shamelessly, before even realizing what I said.
“What was that?” he asked me, though I was sure he heard me.
“Please, Master. Fuck my dirty ass.” I said it louder. “Your slave needs your big cock in her dirty little ass.”
“Will you do everything I tell you?”
“I will,” I said without hesitation.
“Will you live only to please your Master?”
“I will.”
I felt his fingers grabbing the base of my anal plug and pulling it out slowly. The intense pleasure as my sphincter was stretched again pushed my arousal into new heights.
“God!... Ahhhh..., Master!”
Then I felt his hot throbbing glans in my tight asshole. He groaned in pleasure, while he slowly, inch by amazing inch pushed his cock deeper into my ass. I had anal sex plenty of times, but never with someone as big as he was. I didn’t think it was even possible to take him fully inside me.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged him.
“What is my name, slave?” he slapped my ass.
“Master,” I corrected. “Please, Master. Fuck me harder.”
He did. He put her arms around my painfully split legs and plunged into my tight ass. He pinched his fingers together on his other hand and slowly pushed it inside my dripping pussy.
“Fuuuuck!” I screamed as his whole fist disappeared inside me. “Ahhhh.... God!”
“Beg me, slave!”
“Harder..., ahhh.... Please, Master...! Fuck me harder.”
He sped up, banging me, fisting me. I was done. I couldn’t think coherently. I didn’t even realize it first as my second orgasm was upon me. I only knew I was screaming his name and thrashing hard against my bonds. Then I exploded in the greatest ever release. Waves of incredible pleasure rushed through my body with each of his thrusts until he cried out too. I felt his jets of hot cum flooding my ass completely.
“Ah... Master. God!”
He pulled his cock out of my gaping hole and I felt his cum trickling down on my thigh.
“When I finished, slave,” he stepped closer to my head, “you will thank me for pleasing you.”
“Thank you, Master,” I said, and I meant it.
I watched him walking out of the little room and I knew that I’d stay for the whole week. I just hoped that it would with him.
Finn
She walked into my office, her hair still wet from her shower. When she sat down on the couch, she instantly changed position, no doubt trying to find the spot where her lovely ass stung a bit less.
“Ah, you are back,” I smiled at her warmly. “Did you enjoy your first session?”
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sp; She blushed. Why would women let strangers ravish their most intimate parts, then blush like a virgin when somebody asks them about it?
“I... did,” she said shyly. “I’d like to pay for an advanced course.”
“I’m afraid I can’t offer this option to you anymore,” I lamented.
Her face fell, “But you told me... You can’t go back on your word.”
I stood up and walked to her.
“I’m the boss, I can do whatever I like. Come,” I offered my hand to her. “I’ll explain it to you.”
“You are the boss?”
Hesitantly, she took my hand, and I led her to an adjoining room. Once inside, I let her hand free.
“What... is this?”
‘This’ was my own playroom, full of chains. Hanging from the ceiling, sprawling on the floor, thrown across the bed. Small and big, thin and thick. Whatever you could imagine. It was my fetish.
“I don’t understand...,” she mumbled. “What does this have to do with my course?”
“I’m rather disappointed in you Angel,” I teased her playfully. “Didn’t you promise me that you will only live to please your master?”
She looked at me, her beautiful eyes widening.
“Yet, you would give yourself to God knows how many people at the first opportunity?”
“You!?” she was incredulous, “It was you?”
I grabbed her head and pulled her to a deep, passionate kiss. She melted in my arms, returning my kiss.
“Whenever you want it, I will throw you around, slam you against the wall, push you onto the kitchen counter, or the dining table,” I told her when I broke our kiss. “I’ll tie you up in chains and whip you. Even make you bleed, if you want it. But I’ll not let anyone else touch you.”
I gestured around the room.
“These are the chains of my desire. You only need to say the words and they could be yours as well.
“Yes, Master,” she smiled before she kissed me back.
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I'm a lover of light BDSM erotica, and my mind is constantly drifting to lustful thoughts. I firmly believe we should all have mind-blowing sex at least twice a day! Surrender to our desires and to hell with everyone who disagrees. I have come to this realization after years and years of wasted time trying to please all the prude people. One day I decided to ignore all those fools. And boy... that was the best decision I have ever made...
Then I woke up. Well, my life is slightly different from my dreams. But still...
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