I wake up to an excruciating pain in my nipples, still chained to the bed, completely exposed. How long have I been here? I don't know, I've lost track of time.
I desperately wiggle my hips, trying to arouse myself somehow, to make my nipples harden even a little, just to relieve some of the pain. You sit in the corner, on your phone, ignoring me as I suffer.
I cry out in pain, frustrated that I am unable to arouse myself, but my cry is stopped short by the ball gag in my mouth. When the pain starts to become unbearable, you stand up, slipping your phone into your pocket.
You stand at the foot of the bed, watching as I squirm, begging you with my eyes to relieve me of the pain. You take your time, feeling every inch of me with your eyes. I can't help but notice how long you seem to stare at my dripping pussy.
Finally, you speak.
"Would you like me to make it stop?"
I nod furiously, moaning through the gag. You slowly and carefully spread my lips and blow onto my wet clit. I continue to squirm, now craving the feeling of your tongue on me. You use your finger to circle my swollen clit, in no rush to relieve the pain.
Your finger slides down and slips into my pussy, but only for a second. You lock eyes with me, moving your face closer to my throbbing cunt, watching my eyes tell how much I want you to save me.
As your tongue touches me, slinging across my clit, my eyes roll to the back of my head. I moan loudly as a new craving sets in. You don't go close to my pussy, knowing it's what I want.
Your tongue dances across my skin, playing with the most sensitive parts. Your hands run up and down my legs, my body shakes as I reach the edge of an orgasm. But then it stops.
You stand up, unzipping your pants and pulling out your cock. I can't help but stare at it, wanting you to put it in me. You stroke it slowly as you look at my pussy.
"Look at you, you little slut. You can't keep your eyes off your master's cock, can you?"
I squirm as you look me up and done, craving some sort of attention. You walk around the side of the bed, and remove the nipple clams. I moan through the gag, the pain almost worsening.
You straddle my chest, your cock rubbing against my face. You remove the ball gag, and I open my mouth, but you shove two fingers in it, and rub your cock across my face.
You grab a fist full of my hair and pull your fingers out, replacing them with your hard cock. You use my hair to move my head back and forth, my tongue circling your hardness, tasting the precum on your tip.
As you fuck my mouth, you push yourself further down my throat. I gag and choke, but you continue until all of you is in my mouth. I squirm, unable to breath, but you keep my head there for just a moment longer.
