This story deserves joint credit, as it was a scene played out by Leopald and I via IM.
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Master's voice cut into my reverie, the hard, urgent tone going through me like a blade.
"I'm in the mood to use my little cunt."
I stripped and knelt before him, wearing nothing but the silver collar he had given me. My knees had barely touched the floor though, when he grabbed a fistful of my dark red curls and hauled me bodily to my feet. I stood almost a foot shorter than him, dwarfed by his frame as he threw me over the arm of the couch, his feral sneer already liquefying me.
"That's how you're going to stay tonight." Master informs me gleefully, kicking my legs wide apart and moving between them keep me from trying to close them. "And this is where the fun begins, my little cunt." He continues, before slapping my pussy hard, making me yelp into the sofa cushions. "I suggest you do whatever's necessary to will yourself some wetness down here."
His tone is hard and threatening but edged with amusement. Master chuckles and I wait agonising seconds before a warm gob of spit lands on my asshole. I buck as though he's struck me again, then feel the viscous liquid slide down over my pussylips. My cunt is bone dry and clenched in terror as all the possible things he could do to me next fall through my fevered mind. I love his unpredictability but I still have trouble completely surrendering myself to Master's caprice at times. His mood can turn on a hair, whereas my body and mind can take far longer to respond to his changes in pace. I tremble and wait for his next move, tensed from head to foot. After another protracted and deliberate delay, Master presses two fingers to my pussy and his thumb to my asshole. Despite my dryness I have to fight my natural reflex to press back and down onto his digits, filling my wanton holes. The reminder of how much I really want this treatment from him makes my pussy begin to moisten. I can only hope that it doesn't prove to be too little, too late.
He pushes deep into both my holes and they flex on him shamelessly. I moan softly into the couch as his fingers disappear into my wet pussy and his thumb gains access to my tight sphincter, causing a burning ache in the stretched flesh as he does so. I love having both my holes filled. The dichotomy of my wet, pulsing, filled cunt and the raw, burning pain he enjoys inflicting on my ass always make a delicious cocktail of sensation. He knows that one of my strongest fantasies is to take a cock in all three holes at once. While he will never indulge this perversion of mine, he relishes reminding me what a depraved little bitch I am. Once his fingers and thumb are deep inside me, Master begins to fuck my holes with them, idly talking about a television programme. It never ceases to amaze me how easily he can clad himself in cast iron self control when I will dissemble helplessly at a mere look from him. To have him fully clothed, emotionally detached and apparently unaroused, his tone mildly conversational, yet using me like this is very powerful. He laughs when I fail to be coherent enough to follow the conversation, forcing me to give my opinion on a science fiction show of all things, while his fingers move faster inside me, pounding and scissoring into my soft flesh.
Having stirred me up until I'm close to orgasm, Master then pulls his fingers from me and has me clean the two that were in my pussy. I'm past fearing what he'll do to me now, the adrenaline thrumming through my veins is now from the terror that he might not fuck me at all, might leave me like this to ache for him all night. Despite the fact he doesn't make me clean his thumb, I can still smell my own ass on his hand and it makes me feel like the dirty bitch he expects me to be. Master lands three hard smacks on my pussy, rubbing the red, swollen lips for good measure while I press back against him. He attaches a weighted clamp to my clit, pinching my poor aching nub and stretching it while I emit a pained moan. Master laughs at my pain, letting me wait a torturous few minutes before flicking the weight with his powerful fingers, making it sway to and fro while I writhe in exquisite agony.
I'm moaning and squirming so much that I almost miss the subtle sound of his zip descending... almost. My arousal surges as Master's clothes hit the floor and my hungry pussy starts salivating for him again. I'm fighting the urge to look round and admire him, braced for whatever he might do next.
He simply walks away.
