No Mercy

Inhale.

Exhale.

Repeat.

The room is silent, and my mind is clear of all thoughts unrelated to serving and worshipping you. This space is our sacred temple. Everything but my instinctual need to serve you is left at the door. You and I are all that exist here. A dance to a meticulously written song that enchants us into another realm.

A realm where you are superior.

A God.

And I your Goddess.

I kneel and wait patiently for you to walk in and receive your worship. You had a hard day and it's the least you deserve. I kneel in a Nadu position, legs spread. I'm exposed and ready, clothed in nothing but my trust for you.

My shoulders instantly relax when you walk into the space, and I feel your presence. I inhale a deep breath to replace the one you metaphorically sucker punched out of me. You never fail to take my breath away.

I look up at you when you stand before me. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to keep a straight composure with you wearing nothing but that pair of gray sweatpants.

You make me weak.

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and squint my face up at you. The self control to not crawl the distance between us and please you in the most ravenous, whoreish ways is exceptionally impressive. But what can I say? I've learned from the best.

I wait for you to say or do something. Instead, you just stand there making the situation weird. You hold my eyes in an intense stare. I know you're being serious but the need to laugh itches my brain. I know what will happen if I laugh, but I never said my self control was as tip top as yours.

I attempt to bite my lips together and hide the smile that's forcing its way through. You don't budge with your staring, and you definitely do not find any of this amusing.

My cheeks raise in a smile and my eyes widen in hopes that acting cute will counteract any frustrations you may develop.

You widen your eyes back at me and shake your head.

A mocking warning.

I know what I have to lose, and the right now me is willing to sacrifice it and beg you for forgiveness when the time comes. I bust out into an uncontrollable laughter. Leaning forward with my torso hunched over my thighs, my ass is up, and my guard down.

Lost in my senseless acts I don't notice you leave your place in front of me. My laughter contorts into a lustful, moan laced scream when you force your cock into my needy hole. You have a hand in my hair forcing my head down to the floor. The other hand is dug painfully into my hip. I'm pinned.

Bound by you.

Our breaths are in sync as we remain in a silent pause. "You will beg me to cum after I'm done using your holes and filling you with my piss and cum. You probably won't be able to, but you will still beg." You slowly pull out and slam back into me with a force that would've pushed me forward if you didn't have a hold of me. "Tell me you'll be my good little piss whore."

Humiliation. A fun dance. "Master, I'll be your good little piss whore." My voice is distorted by the position of my face against the floor. The shameful words come out like I'm a slurring idiot.

This time you laugh at me. My body blushes with red embarrassment. "I couldn't understand you. Try that again." You push down on my face slightly harder making the efforts to talk even more challenging than before. I say the words again with the confidence of a fool.

You put a pause on the humiliation and roughly fuck me like you are dueling out a revengeful attack where your end game is to split me into two. There is nothing slow and gentle about it. You are using me as if I'm a breathing fuck toy.

A thing.

I'd be worried if this wasn't what you chose to do. You are a sadist after all, and I adore and serve every face you decide to wear. Each one brings a different type of pleasure and connection. A deeper sense of trust and servitude. It would be an egotistical lie if I said some parts of you aren't brutal at times, but I flourish when I hurt for you.

"My High Priestess." You laugh under your breath villainously, and I feel it everywhere like fingertips touching my most sensitive places. "It seems you need to be saved again. A reminder of who it is that you worship since you find my presence amusing." You're close. The cracking in your voice is a dead giveaway.

You stop just before I know you're about to cum, modeling your expectations of me in your dignified actions.

You pull out and stand. "Sit back up into your position." You command.

I gather myself, shake off the lustful bubble I was absorbed in, and kneel in my Nadu position with a composure of respect that you deserve.

I'm no idiot. I laughed at you. Being humiliated and not being able to cum will be the cherry on top of the rest of the hellfire you're about to make me walk through.

Crouching down before me, you push my disheveled hair behind my ear and study me like a masterpiece of a painting that you cherish. This time I don't find the intensity of your stare humorous. I get lost in your brown eyes like they are traps of honey.

My Daddy.

I disassociate into a deep admiration of you.

"Thank me for using you." Like a rude awakening you force my head into your words like they are a tub of water.

Another switch of the stage as you put on a new face for our next dance.

I find and hold your eyes with confidence and genuine gratitude. "Thank you Master for using me like your favorite fuck toy." I muster my best angelic look as if I'm an innocent that isn't begging you with my eyes to fuck me until I can no longer remember my name.

There is no praise that follows. You don't even acknowledge my existence in that moment as you walk away. Rewards are earned, and even when they are earned. They may never come. That was one of the first lessons you taught me. But little do you know, pleasing you is the biggest gift. I still win.

Your rejection ignites a twisted flame inside of my veins that fuels my need to please you further. It's a necessity to my existence.

You take a seat in the armless chair in the corner of the room gesturing me over with a crook of your index finger. "Crawl to me."

One hand in front of the other I make my way to you in a slow, seductive crawl. You're naked and relaxed. Your cock hard. You sit with confidence like you're clothed in a high end Brioni suit. Sat upon a thrown made of gold with a room full of those that serve you. All on their knees saying your name like a prayer. Your Divine Masculinity radiates like a beacon that calls to my soul.

I stop in front of you and fix myself up upon my knees. I reach for your cock, but you swat my hand away. Astonished, I pull my head back and ask so many things with my eyes. I don't dare question you verbally. I'm in enough of a situation. But you've never denied my efforts to please you.

More rejection.

This time you are manipulating a need that you imprinted into my mind. Serve and please you over all things. Nothing gets in the way of that.

This pain sucks. And now that you are aware just how much. You have another advantage in your pocket.

I hate this pain.

I can mask my emotions in front of you all I want. Shuffle through my many faces. But you aren't that easily fooled. I'm feeling the exact emotions you intended for me to feel. You know what you're doing. I trust your lead and follow.

I swallow my shame and await an explanation that may never come.

"Filthy hands of a sinner have no place on my cock." The look of disgust you give me is equivalent to a kick in the tit. Dead on with a steal toed boot. When physical pain feels like home, this is what you get. Metaphorical mental blows that hurt more than anything physical ever could. But just like I find solace in the physical, the mental is a close second home.

I can end this when I want. I hold the key to this temple, but I know you wouldn't give me anything I couldn't handle. You insured that. Instilled your trust to get me through when I start to doubt myself.

You bend down and get directly in my face. Nose to nose. Your lips float just above mine. Not touching, but we are stealing breaths. I lean in and kiss your lips, but you don't kiss me back. My tears betray me, but I keep a straight face.

This is intense.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Repeat.

"Beg for mercy." You snap me out of my self doubt filled, pity party.

I put my hands in a prayer position and look up at you. You are fucking perfection. Inside and out.

"Please Master, please forgive me for laughing at you. Such foolish behavior is unacceptable." I beg. The words fall from my lips like a desperate prayer. I mean every word.

"Unforgiven. There is no mercy for you." You grab something out of the drawer beside you and tie it around my head as a blindfold. "Put your hands behind your back and don't touch me."

Your hand weaves into my hair as you pull my face down onto your cock. There are no words of guidance or warning before you push through my lips and hit the back of my throat.

I gag, short on time to relax my throat before you continue your aggressive assault.

You've taken everything away. My right to touch you, see you. You are holding back your groans, and the absence of them is a loud deafness that I can't get away from.

I find gratitude that I'm still being used by you. You are still giving me your cock. You could take that away, so I retract my previous statement when I said you've taken everything.

I breathe through my nose and focus on anything physical that can keep me centered. I am wet between my legs. My body is vibrating and hot as new emotions and sensations bloom like the prettiest Spring wildflowers. You awaken the darkest parts hidden inside of me that I show no one. The part of me that finds comfort licking your knife when you take away the silver spoon.

Theres no room for emotions, overthinking, and pride right now. Just my trust in you, and my respect for you. The rest is irrelevant.

You are in control here. The judge and the jury. There isn't anything I wouldn't do to please you. As much as I run from that realization it chases me back with a vengeance. Consuming me as I become this new, better version of myself.

I close my mouth tighter around you and suck hard as you are pulling out. This earns a groan that slips past your lips. Your accidental gift is like jet fuel in my veins that sends me on a frenzy to make you do it again. I smile around you before cupping my tongue, and the roof of my mouth just right so that it creates a suction that I use in an attempt to make you lose that slight bit of control a second time. My efforts come up short.

You pull out of my mouth leaving a mess of spit dribbling down my chin. I yelp when you pull my head back by my hair. My scalp stings, and you do nothing to lighten the grip. I feel it in my clit and can't hold back the moan that falls from my lips.

Your free hand finds its home around my throat, and you squeeze just enough to limit my air. My hands remain behind my back where you ordered me to keep them. It's a mental test as I ignore every natural instinct to fight against you.

I remain calm and collected on the outside, but I'm screaming in my head. Your lips find my ear and I shiver as your breaths kiss my skin. "That wasn't a good idea." You hiss before kissing my lips hard. You finally grant me my ability to breathe again. I inflate my lungs with air as I take a deep breath. You steal it back when you push me onto the floor like a rag doll. I fall over onto my side and take comfort in the temporary physical pain.

Excitement washes over me in the form of arousal. I smile to myself when you push your foot against my ass and push me onto my stomach. My shoulder muscles scream in pain at the forced position. But the constant mental reminder to obey and keep my hands behind my back is the only thing I have control of.

You rain down over my ass cheek with something that stings beautifully, continuously in the same spot. Your hand is unforgivable and steady. The swats are too fast to count so I don't even bother.

I lift my ass to push further into it, each swat is like a lick to the bundle of nerves swollen between my legs. The need to cum is almost unbearable and uncontrollable. I need you to fuck me. And I need to cum.

But neither of those things are in my control.

You're out of breath when you finally decide you're done. "Face down against the floor and get up on your knees. Spread your legs."

I do as you say. The new position does nothing to help the pain in my shoulders. I want to move and stretch my arms so bad. It's really been the worst thing through all of this. I wish you would move them or something. And spank my other ass cheek so the marks would at least be the same on both sides. What kind of evil person only gets one side?

You apparently come to terms with the same realization because you bite your teeth into the other cheek like you're taking a bite of the forbidden fruit. I moan and push into you. The things I'd do to cum right now are atrocious and shouldn't be discussed.

Your teeth sink into my right thigh next and I shiver from the pleasurable satisfaction that it brings.

You take your time biting into various parts of my body. Each time my skin finds its way into your teeth I lose my mind a little more. "Please Daddy." I beg. That's not how I'm supposed to address you right now, but my words are leaving my lips on a mission of their own.

With the rushing overload of all the sensations and chemicals you've forced upon my body and mind, I'm lost in that space of total euphoria.

You tease my clit with the head of your cock before dueling the torture out further. You push into me slowly, groaning when I tighten my walls around you. It earns me a swat across my upper back with whatever you beat my ass with. It only urges me to do it again.

"Put your arms down in front of you." Your voice carries a stern order.

"Thank you Master." I offer, but its unacknowledged.

My thought is lost when you start hitting across my back and fucking me again. Each savage hit mixed with your slow thrusts is the potion for astral projection because I no longer feel like my mind is one with my body. Each nerve that you abuse explodes into an immense dazzle of every amazing feeling you can ever get.

I feel my orgasm start to ignite inside of me. And I'm quite sure I see the lights of Heaven. "Please Master. Please!" I cry out. " l need to cum! Please Daddy!" I don't even know what else comes out of my mouth. It doesn't matter. My begging is ignored. You halt your movements and pull out.

A new pain splits across the flesh on the back of my thighs when you hit me with something else. My knees give out and I collapse forward. "You're begging to cum around my cock and you can't even address me the correct way."

You hit me six more times across the ass. I push my pelvis forward trying to fuck the ground, anything to get off at this point. Tears fall and hit the floor around me out of frustration. This dance isn't always the colorful kind of beautiful. It's our waltz in the darkness that tears me down so I can rise again.

I don't move. I see your belt you were using fall to the floor in front of me. The crash echoes through the room absent of any other noise. I blink slowly forcing more tears to spill.

I wear you and feel you all over my skin as whelps begin to raise. They'll be the perfect constant reminder of this night for at least a week. Every time I sit, I'll grow wet between my legs. Needy to touch myself for you.

The sound of a lid snapping open catches my attention breaking me out of whatever daze I was lost in.

You lay your body over mine and place a kiss on my shoulder. "Good girl." You whisper. My silent tears come out faster now. Your words are a holy hym.

I shiver when you squeeze the cold lube onto the tight hole of my ass. There is no finger or plug first, and I now know why you gave me those words. I let them replay in my head like my favorite song as I breathe through the burning as you split me open. You stop when you are all the way in, allowing me time to get used to you.

You finally start moving in and out of my ass in a slow rhythm at first, getting faster and harder. "Ride your hand until you cum."

"Thank you Master."

I reach my hand between my cunt and the floor and match your rhythm, pushing my ass against you as you thrust forward.

My hand is thankfully slick with my wetness, because our pace grows fast and frenzied as we both chase our releases.

"Master, I'm about to cum!" I moan out.

You pull my hair and it sends me over the edge. "Oh God." I cry out. My orgasm rips through me, and my body shakes from the intensity of it. You

grunt and your groans soon fill the room. We are the perfect symphony. You fill my ass with your cum, and mine is a mess on the floor.

You pull out of my ass and get up. I hear you leave the room and I use the time alone to just lay here and exist.

I'm not sure how much time has passed before you come back. I'm still in the position you left me in on my stomach with my hand between my legs.

"I can't forget to baptize my favorite sinner." You set a glass of water down on the table. I need it. "You look so beautiful right now. Broken, and used."

A warm stream of piss hits my lower back and washes over my ass. It drips down my cunt and onto my hand with my own wetness. The need to fuck my hand again rises, but I don't give in to my temptations.

"My good girl." You growl. My heart gallops in my chest and all is right in the World as I lay in your piss like a used a whore with my ass filled with your cum.

You stand above me and I can't help but smile at your relaxed face and messy hair. You crouch down and I touch my palm to your cheek. "You're amazing Daddy."