She obeyed and immediately her mouth was filled as he lowered his balls onto her waiting tongue. She started suckling them eagerly as he stroked his cock right before her eyes, denying her the pleasure of tasting the smooth, silken flesh. She put her all into pleasuring his sack, desperate to please him in any way she could, while she watched his powerful hand glide up and down the gorgeous length of flesh just inches from her face.
She could feel his balls tighten as he approached his peak and she redoubled her efforts, licking and sucking fervently in order to please him.
"Eyes and mouth closed, whore." he ground out, his voice somewhat strained now with his impending orgasm, "Now."
She dragged her mouth reluctantly away from his package and closed her eyes just in time to feel his hot cum splash across her face. Another spurt landed on her upturned tits and another on her straining neck. She listened as his breathing returned to normal. His cum was dripping down her face, the smell of it spiking her lust again.
"Don't you dare taste it, whore." He ordered, seeming to read her mind. "You don't deserve even a drop of my cum. You'll stay there on your knees while I prepare your punishment. You'll keep that mouth closed. If i see that you've tasted, your punishment will be much, much worse. Do you understand, slut?"
She nodded, keeping her mouth obediently closed. He had effectively blinded and gagged her with his spunk, leaving her to struggle to stay still as the viscous fluid dripped in ribbons down her tear-stained face. She heard him leave the room. Left alone now, with no new stimulation, she began to feel the burn in her tits from the relentless pinch of the pins. His cum began to dry on her skin and grow itchy. She readjusted her position, spreading her knees wider, re-locking her fingers behind her neck and arching her back to thrust her tits out further, the way he liked. The stretch pulled at the pins and she whimpered behind her tightly-locked lips at the renewed pain. It would be worth it, though, if he was pleased even for a moment when he returned at her diligence at maintaining her pose. She thought about her situation. He rarely ever came this early in a session. She knew what it meant. He could go a long time before he would need release now. He was going to take his time hurting her tonight.
She heard him return and move to the couch. After several long moments of feeling his eyes on her, scrutinizing her exposed, tormented, vulnerable body, offered up to him like a perverse sacrifice to a profane god, she heard his voice, calm again, cold and cruel.
"Crawl to me, whore."
Without opening her eyes, she lowered her hands to the floor. As gravity brought fresh blood into her tits the pins gave her a renewed wave of burning pain and she moaned, but managed to keep her lips closed. She crawled blindly in the direction of his voice. When her hands encountered the shape of his boots she positioned herself as best she could between them and resumed her pose, displaying herself for his use.
A cold wet towel wiped the cum roughly from her face and she opened her eyes. He still wore his jeans, but had removed his shirt, revealing the menacing muscles that would wield the instruments of her torture. She was overcome for a moment with the desire to run her tongue over all that exposed flesh, to suck on his nipples and nibble on his neck. She knew she would never, ever be allowed to take such liberties and that made the desire that much sharper. She let out a moan of frustration.
"Easy, slut, miles to go yet." He warned. She lowered her eyes again, letting her gaze go unfocused. She knew better than to presume to meet his eyes, and staring at his body was torturous. He held up the thick, black buttplug, the largest one he'd used on her. He knew she hated having anything in her ass and reserved anal play for serious punishments. While her eyes were fixed with terror on the plastic phallus, his free hand snaked behind her, snatched a handful of her hair and tugged her head sharply backward. When she gasped with pain and surprise, he pushed the plug past her parted lips and forced the thick swell of it behind her teeth, gagging her with her mouth obscenely opened.
"I'd get that nice and wet if I were you, whore. You know where it's going." With that he leaned back on the couch. "Over my knee, slut."
She obeyed immediately, crawling over his lap, moaning into the plug as the clips shifted again on her swinging tits. He positioned her carefully, with the swell of her pussy stationed in the gap between his legs, so that she had nothing to rub her aching clit against. She was grateful when he allowed her to support herself on her elbows, though she still had to arch her back painfully in order to avoid crushing her decorated tits into the cushions of the couch. She felt his hands on her ass immediately, squeezing the cheeks possessively and spreading them wide to expose her most vulnerable hole.
"So here's what I've decided, slut." He said, his voice perfectly casual again, matching his nonchalant exploration of her body, her most secret places. "I've decided this ass needs a good hard paddling." She moaned into the plug again. His paddle was a thick, heavy, leather beast of a thing that was big enough to cover her whole cheek in a single blow, and his well-muscled arms could deliver the instrument with incredible force. "And since you kept me waiting ten minutes, that is how long your paddling will be. You're going to feel every second of that ten minutes so that you can appreciate what a long time that is to keep your Master waiting. But first, your ass needs to be warmed and this hole," he slipped a lubed finger into her asshole, while she gasped at the sudden intrusion, "needs to be filled. So I'm going to spank you until you loosen up enough to take the plug. Understood?"
She was sobbing openly now, the plug only barely muffling her terrified keening. Ten minutes straight with the paddle? The paddle could make her scream with only a few blows, and she knew he had the stamina to make every second of it count. The fact that her ass would already plugged and spanked had her literally trembling with fear. His thick finger, already so uncomfortable for her, fucked in and out of her ass before withdrawing to leave her shuddering with anticipation.
His hand landed with a resounding SMACK fully across her right buttock and he immediately established a brutal rhythm, covering her entire bottom and upper thighs with heavy blows. He was relentless, finding every inch of skin, every angle, every curve and punishing it thoroughly. Just as her skin was beginning to burn with pain, as the rhythm became something predictable and therefore somewhat bearable, he stopped just as suddenly as he'd begun and for a few long moments the room was filled only with the sound of her gasping sobs, which had until then been drowned out by the sound of his palm against her vulnerable flesh.
She was trying to catch her breath, desperately struggling to suck in air around the intrusive plastic, when, this time, two fingers forced themselves past the tight ring of muscle that protected he rear passage. She screamed anew as the invading digits stretched and fucked her hole. He was merciless, forcing her to take his fingers, no matter how she sobbed and struggled beneath him. Just as she'd begun to relax and accept the intrusion, he withdrew his fingers and the spanking began again, his hand raining down on her tenderized flesh.
It went on and on. Three and then four fingers eventually worked their way into her ass, each proceeded by a long volley of heavy smacks, Finally, he pulled the plug from her mouth and positioned it at her stretched-out hole, ready to push in. Without the plug to gag her, she found herself moaning openly, lost in the pain, the humiliation, the burning need between her legs that was only growing with each strike, each invasion, each moment of the burning pain in her tits and thighs. It wasn't until he yanked her head back by the hair, arching her back painfully in his lap, that she snapped out of her trance and tried to focus on his voice.
"I want you to listen carefully, slut. I want you to remember something: You begged for this. You could have walked away. I gave you every chance. Hell, I haven't even tied you. You could have gotten up and walked away at any moment. Instead, you laid there and begged me to hurt you. You begged for this," he twisted the plug in her entrance, emphasizing his point, "and before you leave here, you'll beg me for more. Because this is what you are. You need to be treated like this because you know what you are. What are you?"
She could barely breathe, much less think, her mind was awash in sensation, but this was a dialogue she knew by rote. She remembered for a brief moment the day he had beaten it into her, the way the whip had landed again and again and again as she repeated the words, the way the pain had burned them into her memory.
"I'm your whore, sir."
"And what are whores for?"
She trembled a bit, her voice quavering with fear as she finished her answer. "Whores are for beating and fucking, sir."
Just as she finished speaking he shoved the plug fully home, and she cried out at the burning stretch of it. He released her hair and, caught off-guard, she landed heavily on her well-pinned tits, unleashing a fresh wave of stinging agony from her nipples, which shot straight to her cunt in the form of throbbing, desperate need. She was scrambling to pull herself back up onto her elbows when she noticed a large, athletic stopwatch had been placed before her on the couch, just starting to tick forward. She had only a moment to be puzzled before the paddle landed firmly on her ass, just below where the plug was protruding. She screamed out in pain and then remembered his words about her punishment. Ten minutes.
There had been hours of her life that hadn't seemed to last as long as those ten minutes. The paddle landed again and again in a relentless rhythm, covering every inch of her skin from the swell of her hips to the pit of her knees. Her hands clawed at the cushions, fighting the urge to reach back and protect herself, knowing it would anger him further. She realized that he had planned her position carefully; she needed to stay up on her elbows in order to save her agonized tits from being crushed beneath her body. He didn't need to tie her to keep her hands from interfering.
