Note: Here is part two! I definitely recommend you read the first entry if you haven't already. It's only short (about 1,200 words). Thank you for commenting on my first post. Please keep them coming, I'd like to know how I can improve my writing :) I hope you enjoy!
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The straps securing my ball gag suddenly fell slack as my master released the mechanism piecing them together.
"I think you've had this in for long enough."
He gave a gentle pull until the black silicon ball came free with a wet pop. Immediately my mouth relaxed and the uncomfortable ache in my jaw began to lessen.
The tips of his fingers feathered across my lower back and drew a loose circle as he came to stand by my left shoulder. "Repeat your safe word for me."
"Pegasus."
"Good girl." He pecked my cheek, "Don't be afraid to use it."
"Yes Master."
Despite how much he loved to push me and unleash his sadistic urges, he was always conscious of my limits and only once have I felt compelled to use my safe word.
In fact, the only time he 'punished' me for disobedience was for withholding my safe word during a play session because I didn't want to disappoint him. As a result, my bottom became rather well acquainted with his cane. Needless to say I have never felt any inclination to revisit that moment.
"So, I bought a new toy. I think you might like it."
"Oh?" His mischievous tone of voice piqued my curiosity.
"Oh yes indeed." He breathed a faint chuckle. "I bought it online, and it just so happened to arrive today."
"What does it do?"
He gave my butt a playful slap. "Why don't we find out?"
I scrunched up my nose and poked my tongue at him. Or at least I think I did. It was awfully hard to see with a blindfold covering my eyes.
The sudden drizzle of lube down the crevice of my tush made me squeak and tense involuntarily. Why was lube always so cold?
Once my ass had been thoroughly glazed, he pried apart my slippery butt-cheeks and nudged the coned tip of a butt plug against my silky puckered hole.
A soft, almost inaudible sigh fell from my lips as he urged the toy deeper, slowly stretching out my spongy hole. After a brief moment of nudging and twisting, my arsehole succumbed and engulfed its wide circumference, closing around its narrow stem as it sunk into place.
Little did I know this was no ordinary butt plug. That became evident when my master pressed a small button on its base. What happened next caught me by complete surprise. A blissfully erotic vibration ensued, jolting my body and pulling a surprised moan from my throat.
"G-nnh..Fuck." I caught my bottom lip between my teeth and nibbled. The combination of having my arsehole stretched and treated to such a tantalising vibration was exquisite.
"I thought you might like that." His teeth pinched the back of my neck as he gave my slippery ass a firm squeeze.
"Uh huh." I breathed a faint whine. A sudden fluctuation in the intensity of the plug's vibration forced my arsehole into an involuntary contraction. I chewed on my lip and groaned, arching the sleek curve of my back as a rush of sexual tingles erupted within the soft globes of my butt.
The sustained stimulation from the plug was indescribable. Every 10 to 20 seconds the mode would shift from a low consistent purr, to a rapid staccato, to a slow mind-numbing pulsation.
To say that I was wet would be a severe understatement. I was drenched. Within a heartbeat I was once again reduced to a dangling horny mess, and I yearned for more.
"My, my... Look at you."
I could sense his smug grin as those taunting words returned.
His hands traversed the soft curves of my naked hips and slid down to the perky round shape of my bottom. His fingers dug into the overlap of my tush, clamping tight as he drew close. Once again I was reminded of his taut, muscular torso and the light bristle of hair that adorned his skin when he pressed up against my back.
On top of being devilishly kinky, my master was absolutely. Fucking. Hot.
He had a tall athletic stature with broad shoulders, thick powerful arms and a chest that made me melt. The chiselled definition and contours of his peck and abdominal muscles reflected the many hours he spent labouring away at the gym.
However, it was the sapphire colour of his eyes, the disarming warmth of his smile and his neatly combed hair that caught my breath and made my heart race. One glance at his sparkling blue eyes and mischievous smile was enough to make me swoon.
"How long do you think I can tease you like this before you give in?" His impish tone implied the question was undoubtedly rhetorical. Just another one of his many ploys to accelerate my culminating arousal.
I groaned in defeat. It was not uncommon for my master to edge and tease me for prolonged periods of time during our play sessions. He would always push me to the brink of release, before relenting and then beginning all over again. It was a cruel, cyclical torture, but they always gave the best orgasms.
Of course, today felt like no exception to such an episode.
He reached around and cupped my neglected folds, burying a single finger inside the slick, heated depths of my velvety slit.
"Oh fuck." My fingers clenched and my toes curled inward as he commenced a rather lewd exploration of my glistening vagina.
My hips twitched and bucked in an uncoordinated dance, desperately seeking to maximise the friction against his fingers. My stomach pulled tight and my chest rose as I sucked in a sharp breath. His devious digits had fanned out, forcing my wet, gooey labia apart to expose my lust swollen clitoris.
His middle finger rushed to exploit its advantage, honing in on my vulnerable pearl. It took all but a passing moment for his finger-pad to uncover my most hyper-sensitive spot. With an expertly maneuvered caress he extracted a full bodied convulsion and a desperate, throaty moan.
Such an unyielding assault on the most erogenous part of my body made me tremor. Courtesy of his prior teasing during the hors d'oeuvre of our play session, I was already teetering on the edges of an orgasm.
His soft lips graced my ear as he murmured huskily, "Don't forget, no cumming until I say so."
I shivered with excitement despite the dreaded reminder that I no longer controlled my orgasms, "Yes Master."
Relinquishing such a right felt so appropriate when I wasn't on edge. But when I was, it was so damn agonising, and yet the simple utterance of those words made me squirm in delight.
My body stiffened and my thighs clamped together, squeezing tight in a feeble attempt to trap his hand against my mound. Responding to my rather audacious attempt, he gave a dexterous wiggle of his hand until it came free, and delivered a firm spank to my right butt cheek, making its plump round curve wobble.
Abruptly, he stepped away, once more leaving me to hang from the knot tied around my wrists.
His absence was thankfully short lived, the subtle jingling of a metallic chain announcing his return.
"This might sting a little bit." He warned, bringing whatever he was carrying to my aching, swollen nipples.
Simultaneously, two small metallic objects pinched my areolas, clamping over each perky little nub. Consequently a sharp sting shot through my breasts, making me gasp in surprise.
"Open your mouth." He commanded.
Despite the discomfort throbbing within my breasts, I obediently opened my mouth. Happy to play along with his sadistic little game and to demonstrate my willingness.
The jingling chain I heard earlier was now promptly stuffed into my mouth. Furthermore, said chain was apparently connected to the clamps now biting into my nipples. A discovery swiftly made as I turned my head to the left, which subsequently pulled the length of chain connected to the right clamp and gave my nipple a painful tug.
I could feel a blush surfacing, turning my cheeks a rosy pink.
"Don't let it fall out." He teased.
This was going to be hard.
Quite suddenly, a brisk spank connected with my left butt-cheek, emitting a loud fleshy smack.
I jerked forward and squeaked in surprise, struggling to keep the chain cinched within my mouth as I dangled unsteadily.
"More?" He cooed.
"Mhm." I arched my back and pushed out my ass, eager to feel the pleasurable sting of his hand again.
That was all the encouragement he needed.
Without further ado he proceeded to slap my ass in rapid, quick succession, bouncing my butt-cheeks and turning each pale globe a bright fiery red.
"G-hng!" My brow furrowed and my jaw clenched as the blows continued to rain down upon my out-thrust bottom, sometimes alternating between cheeks, sometimes striking both at once.
With each harsh smack a lewd staccato of claps bounced through the room, accompanied by a chorus of nasally whines and high pitched falsetto grunts that fell from my lips.
I whimpered, spasmed, and struggled. This was exactly the kind of wicked treatment I relished. Each harsh strike magnified the pleasure that bloomed within my moistened petals and solidified my sexual submission to him.
A blistering warmth soon glowed across my reddened tush. My poor bottom had been spanked raw, and yet despite the burning sensation across my tender cheeks my vagina gushed with arousal.
