Much thanks to sdbnnc who provided a fantastic edit and some great suggestions. Thanks again! Story contains elements of BDSM, anal and non consensual. If you don't like that stuff, don't read it!
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Candy was happy -- she was naked on her bed, wrists tied to the headboard, one either side, forming a "Y." Candy's ankles were tied to her wrists, so her pussy (shaved the way Sir liked it) and her tight little arse hole were displayed to anyone coming into the room. Yes, Candy was totally naked; totally exposed; totally helpless -- and totally happy. Already moisture was gathering between her legs, and her nipples were hard on her large firm breasts. Candy was a submissive slut who lived to be used by Sir. Tonight, she knew she was in for the fucking of a lifetime -- and she couldn't be more excited at the prospect.
From the moment Sir had grabbed Candy by her hair and dragged her into the bedroom, ripping off her clothes as they passed though her ground floor flat, she knew this was going to be good. He hadn't said a single word to her, just dragged and ripped and smacked when she was too slow. The fiery red imprint of His hand flamed on her left arse cheek, sending waves of heat straight to Candy's pussy -- heat and pleasure.
Five long minutes had passed since Sir had secured Candy in place, grunted his approval and then left the room. She wondered what he was doing. She wondered how long he would be. She wondered if tonight, finally, Sir really would use her as she longed to be used. Of course, Sir was always rough with her -- as she liked -- and he was firm -- as Candy needed. But Candy longed to be pushed to her limits, stretched mentally and physically until she almost was broken and then pushed again. She wanted to be used for Sir's pleasure with no regard for her own. This was Candy's lucky night.
"Well, my little slut, I hope you are ready for tonight, as I am going to push you hard."
Candy jumped at the sound of Sir's voice; she had been lost in her thoughts of submission and pleasure, and had been unaware of Sir's return. Her heart swelled at the sight of Sir -- her Lover, her Friend, her Master. Sir moved quickly across the room, carrying a large plastic bag over to drop it on the bed beside Candy. Sir pulled a butt plug from the bag. Candy had been eager to try anal penetration, but had never done so.
"Open your mouth, slut."
Confused -- surely it was meant to go in her arse? -- Candy hesitated, causing Sir to quickly slap her breasts with his hand, first right, then left.
"Ow!" Candy shrieked. Sir had slapped her harder than ever before. "Wha . . . "
As quick as a flash, Sir grabbed Candy by the throat, leaning in so that his face was right next to hers.
"Shut up! Cunt is for fucking not talking!" he practically spits in her face. "You've always said you wanted to submit totally. Made to be a fuck toy. I know you've always thought I was less of a man because I care for you and wanted to look after you -- but no more. You want to be used like a cheap worthless whore -- you've got it. No safe words. No choice. You will do everything I say, when I say, and afterwards you will thank me for it. Now -- Open. Your. Fucking. Mouth!"
Candy tries to shake her head; she's never thought he was less of a man she wants to say. Candy wants to say she appreciated his gentleness, waiting for her to be ready to meet, and then slowly testing the limits of their comfort zones. She wants to say all this and more, but Sir's hand still is around her neck, and all she can do is open her mouth.