She was on her knees.
Her head down on the pillow.
Her hands bound in front of her.
She was attached to the headboard.
Semi-clothed.
Her blouse torn open and shredded.
Her bra unclasped and dangling underneath her.
Attached to each of her nipples were clamps.
The clamps were connected by a thin metal chain.
Her tits ached.
Her skirt was hiked up around her waist.
Her wet panties were pulled down around her thighs.
She wore thigh high stockings which now had runs.
She wore sexy pumps that matched her blouse.
Fuck me heels.
Whore.
Slut.
Bitch.
Fucktoy.
Her ass was pushed up and outward, presented.
Red with handprints and waiting for his use.
In her ass was a set of beads.
All five of them.
Filling her.
Making her feel every movement.
Enhancing every feeling within her.
In her pussy was the vibrator.
Thick, slick and smooth.
Filling her.
The vibrator was set to a low hum.
Torturing her.
Pushing her.
Teasing her.
Making her ache.
Making her want.
Her pussy was soaked.
His pussy.
The slut pussy.
Her juices lubricated the toy with no effort.
She heard the click of the camera.
Her mind visualize the picture.
It screamed at her.
Slut!
Fucktoy!
Whore!
Her pussy gushed further at the thought.
Her body trembled.
She was sheen with sweat.
How long she thought?
How could she last?
This task, impossible.
She felt her pussy contract again.
It felt like she was on the verge.
Her pussy leaked.
Her pussy ached.
It begged for release.
She did her best to be still.
She knew her challenge.
Remain still as long as possible.
Be a good girl.
His good girl.
No matter what.
Hold the vibrator.
Do not let it fall out.
Hold it for him.
Hold it as long as possible.
Hold it until he said stop.
Hold it until it fell out.
Control his slut pussy.
Denial for him.
How she wanted to move.
How she wanted to strech her body.
Her nipples ached.
Her body was sore.
She'd been used.
She'd been turned into a whore.
A fucktoy.
A vision.
A piece of art for his enjoyment.
She wanted to move.
Wanted to alieviate just a bit of the pain in her nipples.
The vibrator could slip out at any moment.
And if it did, she would be punished.
Hold on.
When it did, she would be punished.
Her pussy gushed.
Her only hope was to extend the time she held it.
She wanted to be punished.
But she wanted to please.
The longer she could control her slut pussy, the less severe her punishment.
