"You know this isn't about you displeasing me, right? I mean I was displeased, very much so. When I saw that your toenails were not painted pink, after I fucking told you to paint them pink, I was displeased, oh yeah. But this is more because I like to do it. I should say I love to do it. But don't think that you didn't disappoint me, little bitch. And you know what that means. You know what that leads to."
He laughs to himself. He's behind me and I can clearly see him in the full wall mirror five feet in front of me. I feel his finger run up between my cheeks. He drags it up the crack of my rear end. His middle finger pausing at my little hole, he feels me tremble, quiver, tighten ever so slightly as he pressed slightly into me. He lets the tip of his finger linger at the rim of my hole. He toys with the K-Y jelly I apply for him prior to him arriving at my house, he finger fucks me with just the end of his finger, slowly.
I am already crying. I start to cry as soon as he points to the door that leads to the basement. I cry every time. I can never say 'no' to him. I am incapable of that and he takes full advantage of my deeply submissive side. He knows I cannot resist him. I'm way passed even considering that. He owns me and I know that.
He showed up at my house unannounced, just came over. It's the first time he's done that. I was not 'dressed', was in total boy mode, just shorts and a t-shirt. He immediately pushed me up against the wall. He French kissed me, and started to undress me. I was naked in front of him in less than a minute, his tongue down my throat and his hard on pushed up against me, through his pants. I apologized profusely for not being dressed sexy, dressed girly girl and femme for him the way he likes me. I told him I had no idea he was coming to my house. He would have none of it. Now I am in my basement with huge tears in my eyes restrained to the whipping horse.
I am stretched so tight it hurts. I'm over the spanking and whipping horse he built in my basement. It sits in the middle of the large room and is surrounded by large wall mirrors. Everything that is about to happen, and has happened in this 'punishment room', will be reflected and seen from every angle. The whipping horse is secured to the floor, four stable legs with metal restraint hooks at the feet of each. The padded leather bar across the top of this saw-horse like device is wide and padded. Which aids pushing my rear out and up as far as it will go when I am restrained over it. My wrists and ankles are held tight by padded leather cuffs and spread as wide as they will go. There is not an inch of wiggle room. There is no escape.
"Yes, Daddy...yes..."
He listens silently as I answer him though my soft crying.
"This makes my dick hard. Harder than when you suck it, bitch. I get harder seeing you like that than when I fuck my wife. And that's hard. I know you know that. She makes me hard. But you, little boy? Indescribable. Look at this perfect helpless baby smooth ass and those tiny balls all tightened up. They know what's going to happen next."
He laughs loud. He is all alpha male, chiseled and muscular, 6'4" with rock hard abs and butt. His hair slightly speckled with grey barely showing his 'older man' 58 years. His rock hard fully engorged 10" cock bounces in front of him as he removes his finger from inside my cheeks, wipes it up the back of my balls and moves to select a paddle from the wall of spanking and whipping tools. He is beautiful, beyond handsome.
I've been with him for over two years. The first time he spanked me was with a belt in my living room. It was spontaneous. I'd been seeing him for only a couple of weeks when he pulled the condom from his hard on, the condom I insisted he use for both fucking me and using my mouth, and took the belt from his pants and doubled it up and just whipped me. Me, on my knees, girly girl femme, short little dress, my panties down to my ankles, me on my knees, sucking him hard and preparing him to fuck me, he just pulled out of my mouth and took up his belt and held me tight by my arm and whipped me. 'No more fucking condoms!', he barked at me as he took me to the point of tears for the first time. He ripped the condom off of his cock and threw at me. He then dragged me to my couch, put me over the arm of it and fucked me senseless for over an hour before cumming in me for the first time. After he finished using my rear end he was still on fire. He said he'd never been hotter, ever. He used my mouth and then fucked me again. The belt not only became a regular fixture of his visits, he expanded that quickly. That was the start of my journey into complete submissive S&M addiction to this man. I learned quickly that I had no 'safe word'. I learned to completely trust this man. I became totally addicted to him.
He takes a paddle with holes in it, rows of stinging holes all across the firm leather instrument of extreme pain. He moves to the front of me and bends slightly at his knees bringing his erection up at the front of my face. I quickly open my mouth and let him enter me.
"Ahhhh, yes...such a good boy."
He starts to fuck softly. I feel the firmness of his stomach push up against my forehead as he fills my mouth completely. I feel saliva start to drip and stifle a choking reaction as he pushes to the back of my throat. He lays the paddle down on my extended butt and takes my head in both of his hands. He starts to fuck rhythmically and methodically. I can taste his precum as his steel pipe like erection moves in and out of my mouth.
And then he is finished with me. Finished with using my mouth to make himself even hotter, he pulls away from me, his cock bobbing and shiny with my saliva all over it. I hear myself start to whimper as I feel him take the paddle from my back.
It starts.
He stands off to the left side of me and begins to paddle me hard. Loud 'CRACK' sounds reverberated off of the mirrored walls with each stroke. That loud sound and my crying out in pain with each 'smack' are the only sounds in the room. Each extreme smack of the paddle across my naked but is like fire. I start to scream out, beg him to stop. My thrashing and struggling are almost nonexistent. I am restrained so tight to the whipping horse there is little room for any movement, even slight. He hits me twenty-five times extremely hard and fast. His shiny erection moves as he looks down at my sobbing face in the mirror.
"You should see yourself from my perspective. So fucking cute, you really are. My helpless little boy getting his butt spanked, we should make a movie of this. We really should."
He starts again. He brings the paddle down twenty-five more excruciatingly stinging times. My sobbing and begging, openly crying hard, '...no...no...please...please...nooooo...', fill the room. He ignores it all. He is breathing hard, fully excited. He is breathing hard like when he cums in me. He is lost to it all.
"You fucking little bitch...I own this ass!!"
He starts to speak loudly, deep into his sadistic sexual arousal. He shouts at me as he paddles me severely.
The paddle comes down another twenty five times, faster, harder. Then he stops. He watches as I vibrate, shudder and tremble restrained over the whipping horse. My rear bright red, pronounced bruises with small raised stinging tiny circular welts from the holes in the paddle, I cry hysterically. My face is covered with tears. My tears drip on the floor in front of me. I beg him to stop.
"Please, please..."
I mumble through tears. He ignores me. He walks to the wall and hangs the paddle back up onto it. He moves to my rear and very matter of factly puts the head of his erection to my tight little hole. He just pushes up and into me as I feel his hands grip tight my stinging and burning cheeks. As I wince, shudder, whimper and cry out he holds me firmly in place. He fucks me.
He holds me by my cheeks, his fingers stretching them apart as he moves in and out of me. Long full strokes, he is lost to my rear end. The slippery sounds of my completely lubricated little hole and my crying fill the room. He is lost to it all.
And then I feel him get 'the feeling'. I know this man. I feel him get right to the edge of cumming. I feel his huge hard on pulled from my rear so fast it hurts and I see him hurry to the front of me. I see it all in the mirror in front of me. I feel him lift my head and push himself into my mouth. And then I feel and taste the first huge spurt of his cum hit the back of my throat.
