I Feel It

I Feel It

I feel it.

As I sit here I feel it so strongly.

Around my bare ankles I feel the cuffs. They aren't really there, but I feel like they are. I ache for them to be there. I NEED them to be locked around my ankles and feel them there as if they were, sending my mind into needy sub-space and activating the itch, the ache behind my balls, making me squirm in my chair and my heart to beat faster and harder.

I feel it.

As I sit here I feel it so strongly.

I feel that my mouth should be stretched so wide open. Forced open by the ball gag that has been buckled around my head. Making me breathe so loudly through my nose to get enough air. Making the drool leak out around the gag as I moan and quiver, squirming all the more.

I feel it.

As I sit here I feel it so strongly.

I feel the cuffs around my wrists and my arms pulled up behind me. You are pulling them up, bending me over. I feel the strain in my legs as I'm made to bend, as you kick my ankles farther apart, as my cock, balls, and asshole are made all the more available to you. I hear the snap of a carabiner as you lock my arms in place, so high above my back as I'm bent over. I feel the strain in my shoulders.

I feel it.

As I sit here I feel it so strongly.

All I'm left with is the feelings as you slide the blindfold over my eyes, taking away my sight, leaving me only the input of the sounds in your dungeon and the feelings as you manipulate my body. I feel you place the spreader bar between my ankles and hear you lock it in place as you force my legs ever wider apart, and I shiver as the air of your dungeon drifts across my overheated naked body, making my nipples distend and get harder, making my cock swell and become engorged with blood.

I feel it.

As I sit here I feel it so strongly.

My hands ache to move down to my lap, to begin stroking myself. I know that I shouldn't. I must get to the end of this before I permit myself release. But, oh God, do I feel it so.

I feel it.

As I sit here I feel it so strongly.

I feel the bite of the clamps as you hang weights from each of my nipples, stretching them so deliciously and painfully. Pain and pleasure shooting through my body, down my nerves, sending sparks of sensation all through my brain and making me shake so much as I'm bent over and tied for your amusement. I feel your hands fondling my balls, then the bite as you begin to affix clothespins to the skin of my cock and balls. I moan through the gag as I feel each one pinching my most tender spots. I almost scream as I feel the last one pinching just behind my glans and the precum begins to drip from the end of my cock.

I feel it.

As I sit here I feel it so strongly.

I feel your fingers, covered in lube, as you penetrate my slut hole. First one finger, then two, then a third. I feel your fingers sliding in and out of me so deliciously and hear my muffled moans as you drive me deeper with each thrust of your fingers. I am your slut, your slave, your free use whore. Whatever you would conceive to do to me, I would willingly let you. Whatever you would conceive to have me do, I would try my best to succeed at doing. You OWN me. I cannot resist you.

I feel it.

As I sit here I feel it so strongly.

I feel what I've so hungered for. I feel the tip of your strap on pushing at my puckered hole. I feel it opening me up. It feels like the largest one you've ever raped my ass with and I shake as it opens me up. I feel your hands gripping my hips as you impale me on your cock. I feel it pushing into me so deep, deeper than I've ever been opened before. I feel the dryness in my throat as I moan and gasp, breathing so hard and fast, chest heaving, heart pounding as I feel the balls of the dildo hit my hole and your hips slap against my ass cheeks.

I feel it.

As I sit here I feel it so strongly.

I feel your chin on my shoulder as you look over what I'm writing. I feel your hands grabbing my wrists and pulling my arms from the keyboard and behind my back. I feel your warm breath in my ear as you bite the lobe and whisper,

"Just what have you been writing about slut?"

I feel my heart hammering in my chest as you chuckle, pulling me from the chair, and ordering me to strip down and get on my knees as you finish reading this story.