I whimpered and pulled at the restraints on my ankles. I gasped feeling his breath near my sex, he bit my clit softly between his teeth and I groaned loudly despite the gag in my mouth. His tongue rolled over it lavishly and I squirmed trying to twist my hips as I bit down on the gag.
My breathing became more and more erratic as my arousal continued to build. The extreme between my feelings are insane. I curled my hands into fists as I pulled and he quickly withdrew his face from my sex. I moaned, wanting badly for him to continue. I could feel my juices trickle from my pussy and dribble slowly to my ass. This was torture. My sex throbbed inside and out and he refused to bring me to release.
I felt his hand on my left thigh again and his finger near to my ass as he rubbed my arousal fluids all around the opening to it. He pulled his hand away briefly and then returned it with the cold touch of lubricant.
His right hand was now resting on my pussy as he inserted his lubed finger into my ass. I squealed as he pushed it in, my muscles contracted around his finger, and my clit throbbed. I arched my back to the extent I could and groaned loudly as his thumb pressed into my clit. He began to work his finger in and out of my ass very slowly as his thumb encircled my clit. He’s driving me completely mad, am I supposed to like this…or hate it?
The discomfort in my ass seemed to diminish some and I was starting to enjoy it more and more the faster his thumb rubbed over my clit. My hips started to thrust softly as I moaned and whimpered, and once again, he stopped, withdrawing his finger from my asshole very slowly. I cried out, my hips continuing to thrust while my clit felt ready to explode.
I heard him chuckle ever so softly be for he said. “What seems to be the matter, princess?”
I tried to talk with the gag in my mouth. I tried desperately to tell him I needed release and that I wanted to come, but my words didn’t seem to make much scene with my tongue depressed by the gag.
I felt pressure on the tether at the corners of my mouth as he loosened the gag from behind me and then pulled it from my mouth.
“I need to come,” I said urgently as he pulled the gag away. My lips felt so dry, but I didn’t care.
He caressed my warm cheek with the back of his hand, and then slapped it. I yelped.
“That is for not addressing me properly.” And instantly I felt his mouth covering mine. His tongue swirling into my mouth and I moaned into his, kissing him back, feverishly, passionately.
His fingers went to my held open sex and he rubbed my clit with a great deal of pressure as he held his mouth down on mine hard. My hips began to buck wildly to his touch and my body hungered for him to fill me. I gasped and moaned passionately into his mouth as his fingers dove into my drooling cunt, my g spot swelling fast and hard. Almost immediately to my surprise, he withdrew them quickly.
I moaned long and hard in desperation as he pulled his mouth from mine. My arms pulling hard along with my legs in any attempt to free myself from this torture, my hips wriggling as my sex continued to throb painfully.
“What do you want, precious?” he whispered softly directly into my left ear.
“To come, Sir… I want to come desperately,” I pleaded.
“My, my, my Precious, this is certainly quite a change in you compared to the last two days isn’t it?” I could feel his breath on my cheek as I nodded my head eagerly, tugging at the chain, hoping he would touch my pussy again.
“So then come, my precious,” his voice trailed away from my face.
My hips were wriggling as I felt his mouth on my nipple, his tongue rolling around it lavishly and then he bit it softly and I moaned loudly.
“What’s stopping you, princess…let me see you come.” He was taunting me in my frustrations.
“I can’t, Sir,” my voice was desperate as I pleaded pulling harshly at the restraints on my wrists.
He bit down more harshly on my nipple causing me to tremble harshly and squeal.
“You didn’t have permission to speak princess and the reason you can’t come… is because I haven’t let you.” His breath pleated against my wet nipple making it stiffen until it throbbed. “You should see yourself right now, precious, your body writhing before me in desperation all flushed and pink. You would do just about anything for release right now… wouldn’t you, my dear?” His lips moved down my torso, kissing me softly, licking me with his tongue.
“Yes, Sir,” I answered eagerly knowing it was true.
“If I free your right arm will you satisfy yourself for me? Will you bring yourself to orgasm with your fingers while I watch you, precious?” His voice was soft just above my pussy and he blew softly against my throbbing clit while he listened to me moan.
“Yes, Sir…I will,” I blurted out, giving little thought to what I had just agreed to do.
His lips left my body and he quickly loosened the restraint on my right wrist. He held my hand and pressed it to his groin showing me his cock was hard beneath his pants and I groaned thinking of him being inside of me.
He moved in between my thighs as I brought my fingers to my clit and started to rub in little circles. I could hear him stroking himself as I rubbed, it sounded like he had put some lube in his hand.
I gasped feeling his finger on my ass again. It felt good and I tried to push myself onto it a little, as he slipped it inside me. My muscles clamped down around his finger and I cried out lustfully as he drew it back, and inched it forward again. My clit was growing larger than I had ever felt before, it pulsed and throbbed under my fingers and I felt the wetness of my arousal seep from my pussy and trickle down, yet again.
I heard him moan and slowly withdraw his finger, placing his hand in the crease of my right thigh. My body jolted harshly under the restraints as I felt the head of his cock pressing hard and firm against my ass. My fingers became still as I arched my back trying to pull away.
“Keep rubbing, princess, and relax,” he said curtly as he pushed just the head of his cock into my ass.
I tried to keep moving my fingers as my whole body tightened up from the painful stretching, and burning feeling. He held himself there with just a couple of inches of his cock in my ass.
“It hurts,” I squealed, but at the same time, my clit was begging me to move my fingers.
“Relax your muscles, precious…it won’t hurt as bad once I stretch you out a little, but it’s imperative, that you relax.” He seemed to wait until I was able to relax somewhat and then told me to keep rubbing again. I started to move my fingers over my clit again. “Pinch it,” he ordered me.
I groaned as I pinched myself and I felt him nudge his cock forward just slightly. The feeling was overwhelmingly powerful as I struggled to pleasure myself with his cock in my tight hole, stretching me painfully.
My fingers were encircling my clit franticly when I felt him press his thumb into my cunt. I gasped and groaned loudly and my head thrashing from one side to the other as climax approached despite the pain. He pulled his thumb from my pussy and placed both hands in the crease of my thighs, wrapping his hands around them firmly. His cock was thrusting ever so slowly in my ass as I started to orgasm. My breaths were frantic as I curled my toes and I felt him start to thrust a little faster.
“That’s it, princess…come for me with my cock deep in your tight little ass,” his voice husky and deep.
My body convulsed as both pleasure and pain enveloped me. My left arm pulled for freedom as I pressed the fingers on my right hand into my throbbing sex and held them there tightly as my clit pulsed wildly beneath them. My pussy clenched repeatedly as he pumped his cock into my ass. I wailed lustfully and slipped my hand on top of his gouging fingers.
He took hold of my wrist hard and held it tightly as he groaned and growled forcing his cock to and from within me. My mind was on fire with the intensity of my orgasm. I had never felt anything like it before. My pussy continued to spam while he pumped harder and faster. I grunted and groaned along with him as I felt my g spot swell to an enormous size.
The
equinox of pleasure and pain ensued within me, forcing me to come again quite rapidly. My voice was tight as I screamed in delight, my fists clenching tightly as my body went rigid. He was pulling on my wrist as he plunged deep in my tight hole.
“Fuck yes… let that pussy flow as I fill your ass, you gorgeous little cunt,” he growled. His cock pulsated hard within me and I felt his come shooting forcefully deep into my anal cavity.
“Oh god,” I panted trying to catch my breath while his thrusts slowed.
I could feel every rigid inch of his cock in full detail as he slowed to a stop, just holding himself inside of me, while his come continued to seep out of his cock and course through my body.
His breaths were heavy and hard. He let go of my wrist and removed the clamps holding my labia open. I screeched shrilly, as the blood resumed where the clamps had been. His cock twitched as I felt him dwindling inside of me. I let my arm fall to my stomach as my body too, went limp and I realized that I had a huge smile on my face as I tried to calm my breathing.
He rubbed the soft skin in the crease of my thighs with his thumbs as he slowly pulled himself out of me. My body twitched and jerked as I felt his come ooze out of my ass along with his cock. He moved my arm from off of my stomach and laid his head to my warm flushed breasts, his upper body covering half of mine as he slid his warm hands up my sides and cupped the edges of my breasts. I laid my arm softly on his shoulder and then ran my hand through the soft short hair on the nape of his neck and he moaned softly.
He laid on me like that for at least ten minutes. I could feel his heartbeat on my ribcage as it slowed returning to normal along with my own. My mind started to comprehend what he meant by teaching me things about myself I never knew. I was finding it hard to hold onto the animosity I felt for him. My ass was tender and sore yet I held no resentment against him for it. Perhaps this is what he meant when he said some things could only be learned by experiencing them. I was feeling very sleepy as he reached up and softly stroked my cheek.
“You have done amazingly well, my precious,” he said softly pulling himself reluctantly from my warm body.
He unstrapped all of the restraints and removed the blindfold covering my eyes. He tilted the wooden device forward again and I felt a surge of blood rush from my head as I squinted, trying to adjust my eyes to light. He held onto me as he helped me off the device. My legs caved underneath me as I stood, he chuckled as he caught me.
“I knew that would probably happen,” he said softly as he held me around my waist.
I put my arm up around his shoulder to support myself.
He gathered the chain up into his left hand and then picked me up carrying me out of the room and to the leather sofa where he set me down softly and told me to stay while he got me some water and some more fruit, but I was asleep before he even got back.
Chapter 7: Mental submission
It must have been late afternoon before I woke. I rubbed my eyes as I looked over at the window, realizing where I was all over again. I heard the toilet flush and realized he would be coming down the hallway. I closed my eyes again sleepily not really wanting him to know I was awake. I heard him sit down in one of the chairs not far from the sofa.
I felt the wetness between my thighs and my ass cheeks. He should have let me clean up I thought as some of it trickled down into my crevices.
“You know, you breathe so much differently when you’re really asleep… Misty,” he said coyly.
My eyes opened starkly. He used my name. He did not call me Precious or Princess. He called me Misty. What did this mean? I turned my head to look at him and then looked down remembering, no looking or speaking unless he gave permission. I wanted to wake up gradually not be pulled awake or slapped for disobeying. I pulled my hand from under my chin and wiped at the corner of my eye.
“How are you feeling? And please look at me when you answer.”
“Groggy, wet, and tender.” I said, as I looked over at him.
I watched a smile form on his face. He reached over for the remote and turned the station to soft elevator music. Didn’t he like music with words? He stood and walked over to the sofa. All I could think is… what now?
He lifted my feet and sat down on the sofa, then scooted up close until his hip wedged up under my thighs and my legs were sprawled across his lap. He took hold of my hand and held it in his softly. He was looking at it but the expression on his face said he was thinking about something.
“Thank you,” he said so soft and tenderly. I’m sure he noticed the puzzled look on my face, even though he never looked up from his fingers as they caressed the backside of my hand.
“You may speak freely, the training is over…for now.” He slid his fingers from my hand up my arm slowly. His eyes followed his fingers till he got to my shoulder and then his gaze met with mine.
Everything about the look on his face expressed warmth, tenderness, care and compassion. He trailed his fingers up the side of my neck softly and then into my hair.
“Why did I thank you?”
“I don’t know, Sir.”
“I thanked you for your submission, what you gave to me freely in the bedroom. It was beautiful. It only happens like that once and you allowed it to happen with me.”
I felt pressured to say something, but I had no clue what to say to something like that. I wasn’t even sure of what he was talking about completely.
“When you didn’t think, when your mind and body acted as one. Did you think before you blurted out yes Sir, when I asked you to touch yourself if I released your wrist? No, you did not. Did you screech or protest when entered your virgin asshole? No, you did not, even though I know it was painful and indeed caused some discomfort.
“You gave in to my control of both your mind and body and your sweet little pussy convulsed and squirted out joyfully not just once but twice as I claimed you. The way you breathed, the way your body moved, the way your breasts flushed so deeply, it was beautiful. The satisfied smile on your face as I removed the cover from your eyes was most beautiful of them all.”
My mind was in shock and I had no idea what to say.
He continued to just look at me, touch me softly and tenderly. He slipped his hand down between my thighs and probed his fingers into the folds of my tender lips. I flinched and he hushed me, leaning down and kissing my left breast lightly while he slathered his fingers in the mess of wetness. He lifted his head and put his wet fingers into his mouth and sucked them as he pulled them from his lips. Then he kissed me tenderly but deeply, turning to cup both hands to my face. I found myself willingly returning his kiss as my arms wrapped around him.
He adjusted himself so that he was lying between my thighs. His hands softly combing through my hair as he looked down at my face.
“I like this, this warm look in your eyes and the soft glow on your face, the way your hair flows so smoothly from your shoulders. You have an adorable little freckle on your upper lip.” He paused, kissing my lips tenderly.
“Misty, do you trust me yet?” he moved his head back some as he said it, and looked right into my eyes.
I am sure my face went stark as my hands stiffened a little.
“Don’t think about it, don’t analyze it. Just say what you feel right now.” He whispered never wavering on the eye contact.
“Yes.” I said softly, sliding my hand down his back.
He tucked his arms under me and hugged me tightly.
“Thank you” he said into my hair and squeezed me tighter.
I was confused. Why had I just said that? Was it true? Did I trust him? Was I starting to maybe… like him?
“I want you to go get in the shower and get cleaned up. Take as much time as you like and then join me for dinner when you’re done.” He kissed my neck as he spoke so tenderly.
I was free from the collar and chain as I showered. The hot water felt so nice and soothing as I washed my tender bits. My head was spinning with wonder. What really did happen in that bedroom today?
Why did I feel this way? I don’t even know how to describe what this way is. I felt different though, like some change had taken place inside of me somehow and I felt warmth for a man I don’t even know. I felt like I wanted to be close to him. I actually enjoyed what he did to me in that bedroom far more than I wanted to allow myself to even admit. The way he left my body feeling was like a drug and I literately craved more of it. I stopped indulging in the afterglow and finished my shower when my stomached reminded me I was starving.
When I entered the dining room area, with my hands behind my head, I saw a short black dress draped across the back of one of the chairs.
“Put it on, I’m hungry. I’m taking you down to the restaurant for dinner.”
I noticed he had changed his blue t-shirt to a nice dress shirt and a fresh pair of pants. He had loafers on instead of those black boots too.
I put my arms down, giving him a puzzled look and then looking at the dress I moved to the chair, pulling it over my head.
“Yes, that is all you get. No panties no bra. I want to watch every expression on your face as you sit in the chair at the restaurant being reminded of where my cock was earlier.” He was cheery, like this was going to be the excitement of the evening.
“I was just wondering if I was going in cuffs or not?” I said trying not to spoil his enthusiasm.
“Oh, that! The way I see it I don’t need them.” He walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. “You look stunning in the dress. I will give you a pair of nice black heels to wear with it, but nothing more. I want you to feel naked under it while we dine.”
“Why not,” I asked, simply.
He leaned down a little and put his face close to mine. “Are you hungry?”I felt his breath brush past my lips.
“Yes.”
“Would you enjoy having dinner with me in this sexy dress and enjoying a couple of drinks?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to do this willingly?”
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