“Fuck Me, slut.”
“No Master.”
“you’re gonna fuck Me now, slut.”
“No Master.”
“Slut, fuck Me now or you’ll regret it.”
“Gonna make me, Master?”
Slowly You unfold Yourself and stand above me.
Sprawled on my chair i look up at You and smile sweetly.
You kneel before me between my legs and squirming i look up at You. You whisper in my ear “I am going to use you so hard you’ll bleed.”
“Then we will bleed together.”
You slide Your hands up my cheeks and i run my hand through Your hair. Eyes meet steadily. Our breathing quickens.
“You want Me.”
“Yes Master.”
“You always want Me.”
“Yes Master.”
i take one of Your hands, our fingers interlace and we stretch out together, then the other hand too, faces almost touching still. Then You swing my arms round behind me, i cry out and arch back, feel Your teeth on my neck nipping, writhe but can’t escape, but then i sway forwards and caught off-balance You release me to steady Yourself as You topple backwards. Now i’m kneeling over You, a spiky heel against Your shin, metal against Your flesh, and i look down at You coolly before starting to apply the pressure.
“AAAAAAAARGH!” i’m flipped onto my back again; You’re kneeling on my chest.
“Think that would hold Me? Think that would hurt Me?”
i shake my head no and slap Your face hard, receive two back harder and squirm beneath You, bucking to try to shake You off. You rise to Your feet, holding my wrists and drag me over to the table, tie my wrists round the bottom of the table legs. Astride me once more You rip my blouse open and look down at my bare breasts.
“You’re a fucking whore, You know that? Want it bad, I can see.”
The jeans and the boots are next to go, and then You’re tugging down my thong with Your teeth as i try to suppress a fit of the giggles.
You disappear into the next room and when You return put something on top of the table, i can’t see what it is, but You have two clamps in Your hand. i gasp with pleasure as You attach them, then gasp with pain as You squeeze them once they’re attached. You loop their chain over a little hook fastened under the table; weights attached the other end keep them pulled tight.
You reach up to something on the table above me, again i can’t see what it is, until You rest three little night-lights in a row down my stomach and light them with a cigarette lighter. “Don’t move now.”
i have no intention of moving with them sitting on me.
Then You’re parting my legs and stroking me, so i’m purring with pleasure.
“OW!” A peg is held on my clit, You’re looking down at me. As You see the tears spring to my eyes You release it, then when i’ve relaxed You attached it again. This time i’m able to take it; though it hurts it makes me incredibly moist.
You stroke me softly, circling round my breasts, round the candles, i close my eyes and smile and just enjoy it. i feel the pain on my breasts, on my clit, and it just emphasises the pleasure of Your fingertips on my body. Now the fingers are stroking down down down, caressing my smooth inner thighs, and stroking back up again, teasing me until i’m moaning for You. You kneel between my legs, stroking my shins and my feet, until i’m turning my head so my hair brushes against my neck, wanting to arch my back but prevented by the gentle touch of the candles, so relaxed now.
Then You stop.
