He began to run the paddle over my body, running it between my legs, over my ass, up my back, only to bring it down sharply on my exposed ass. I whimpered in response, and stayed still and mostly silent. I turned my head to look at him, but he savagely gripped my hair and shoved my face down, and commanded me not to look at him. He came over to the bed, and I felt his weight upon it.
What felt like an hour later, with my tits aching, my pussy BEGGING to be fucked, and saliva running down my chin, I heard the door open. He slapped my bare ass a few times, before turning off the lights, leaving me whimpering and squirming on the bed for him. Lastly, he had my lips wrapped around the ball gag and positioned me in the middle of the bed.
#Tie me up meme and fuck me hard full
My hands and ankles were connected, and when he pulled down my tank top, my nipples were clamped (which, since I was on my stomach, had my full weight pressing on my already sore tits). He did not remove my thong, only shoved it aside as my toy entered me, and then fixed it so that my toy could not slip out as my thong held it in place.
He entered, and swiftly had my pussy filled. I assumed my position (face down, ass up) on the bed, and called to my Master that I was ready for him. Perhaps I was over eager, but letting me choose my torture proved that I only made things worse for my poor body, as I salivated over my 10" glass dildo, my nipple clamps, my hog-tie cuffs (which I attached to both wrists and ankles) my ball gag, and the paddle. He whispered in my ear to go prepare my toys for him. Knowing how sensitively I react to having my nipples twisted and pulled, he went to work without mercy, until i was either in screaming agony, or screaming ecstasy, and my pussy shuddered, wanting to be filled. He pulled my plain white tank top down over my tits, my nipples already alert, ready for his touch. He rolled me on to the floor, onto my back, and told me that I would be a good slut, and collect all I wanted and have it ready for him, with one condition: I was to cum ONLY from having my tits pinched and tortured right then and there. I rubbed myself against him, telling him I needed pain and control so badly. I wanted, needed him to tie me tightly, gag me, shove something in me, and then let me suffer alone for a while. I was so flushed I felt dizzy, and I crawled back to him, nuzzled against his chest, and told him what I craved. the thought of it was more then I could bare.
I kept thinking about the books, about the hall of punishment, where naughty girls were strung up, bound and exposed, and teased and fucked until they couldn't cum anymore. But I couldn't stop thinking about pain, bondage, and hard fucking. I went back to the computer, and he switched on the tv, and we were content for a small while to relax. He told me to be patient, that I would get mine soon enough. I retrieved something for him to clean up with, and asked innocently if that's all the play he wanted tonight. He moaned with the orgasm, his chest heaving, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I withdrew my mouth, and started telling him how I wanted him to cum so hard, and with more pressure of my finger, he exploded all over his chest. I bobbed my head now, more frantically, my tongue and finger both working away at sensitive spots. My hand moved down, still keeping my eyes on his, sucking hard, I pushed a finger against him, slowly pushing it in, feeling him open around it. As I did this, he grabbed himself and started pumping the rest of his length as I suckled on the head of his cock, slowly rubbing and caressing his balls. I let his length withdraw almost completely, and then clamped my lips firmly around his tip, swirling my tongue as if his cock were a popsicle, alternating between sucking hard, and teasing flickers of my tongue.
I crawled over to him, and from between his legs I looked up and asked "may I lick you Sir?" He nodded, and I took him all in my mouth, to the point where I gagged on him repeatedly. He was almost hard erect, but not fully so. I looked over at him, sprawled on the couch, and of course, by this point he was mostly naked, as was I save for my tank top and thong. I went online, looked at some sites, and although they helped, it only brought more of a flush to my face. I was so aroused, I could feel my wetness soaking my panties. They left early, around 9:30, and he and I were left alone. Of course, having read all three, it got me squirming to my core, and for the rest of the night, I couldn't stop thinking about it. We were speaking of fantasy books, then supernatural stories, which of course led the way to Anne Rice, when it so happened someone mentioned her Sleeping Beauty trilogy. I knew it was going to be an interesting night when our friends started a conversation about current good reads, and some s & m erotica came up.
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