"Now look at yourself." His low voice commands me.
The intimacy of the situation is absolute – if a little difficult to specifically define. I sit motionless, a picture indeed. Long dark hair flows over my shoulders framing my face, normally alabaster pale, it is now flushed crimson. Deep green eyes clash garishly with my newly acquired skintone above a mouth full with lust, lips slightly parted, moist and wanton, shamelessly advertising the other pair that I own. My blush continues along my neck and across my throat, lighting me up from within. Small firm breasts tilt youthfully upwards, nipples prominent, sweetly aching beneath silver clamps, bound by a delicate chain. They rise and fall with my laboured breathing, silver catching the low light as I obediently analyse my reflection. Lower, past the flat of my belly sits a black thong, gusset pushed aside as I touch myself, fingertips hidden from view inside my bare cunt. My legs are spread wide as I kneel before my mirror, submitting to my Sir as instructed.
My back arches as the first blow from a wooden spoon hits my backside. The jolt of pain ricochets through my swollen clit. A low moan escapes me, greeted by a sardonic chuckle from Sir. Spurred on, my hand moves faster across my soaking cunt but this is anticipated.
"Slow down on that clit of yours. In fact, remove your hand." His hypnotic voice asseses, opines and then instructs, cascading through my soul, my deepest, darkest inner self, my most base desires. The wooden spoon strikes rhythmically across my backside, punctuating my every nuance of thought, each blow more forceful than the last as we both become fevered. He tells me to pick up the 8 inch vibrator on the floor beside me. It's thick at the base, ridged and tapers a little before flaring at the tip into an angled head, designed to hit the G-spot. Made of black silicone, it has been in the freezer prior to our session and is now dewed with condensation. I gaze at it before placing it at the entrance to my pussy, not touching yet, teasing myself with the imminent cold.
"Rub it along your cuntlips." He says. "Just gently run it up and down." I obey instantly, gasping at the cold, moaning at the sudden rush of juice from me. I part my legs a little wider and deliberately press the chilled head of the vibe against my labia, moving up around the hood and down the other side.
"Push it inside you now. All the way in." Sir says. The sensation is incredible, ice and liquid fire. I throw my head back and press my hips down onto the vibe as I shove it inside me, hard, fast and deep. I look back at the mirror, remembering my instructions. The image it throws back at me is intensely provocative. My hair is wild, a thick curl hanging in front of my face. My mouth is open and two burning nipples point accusingly back at me, my hand holding the base of the vibe is shining with my juice. I revel in what He's done to me, reduced me to, free my weighted spirit to soar above my head. He speaks again.
"Fuck the vibe, hard." I moan and comply, slamming down onto it, hips bucking, hand thrusting in response.
"That's it... now faster. REALLY fuck it." I gain velocity, fucking it, fucking Him, fucking everything He does to me, all that we mine from each other's black hole of need. My moans become guttural, animal. I am quickly drenched in sweat, pounding my cunt with the vibe for His pleasure.
"What do you look like right now?" He sneers. I respond immediately.
"I look like a slut."
"And you like that don't you?" I can just tell from the pitch of His voice that He's touching Himself. It turns me on immeasurably."
"Yes... I do."
"Does my little fuckslut want to cum?"
"Always" I reply, still fucking the vibe
"Not yet. Don't you dare slow down." He commands.
"Pull on those nipple clamps." I pull the chain between them down till my aching nipples strain painfully, flooding my cunt as my back arches again. I force myself not to cum.
"Now remove them for me." He knows what this does to me. Slowly I open the first clamp. Blood rushes back into my nipple with a rush, searing the nerve endings and making me cry out with the excruciating rush. Endorphine kicks in behind it. I can feel myself falling over the edge into climax. With Herculean effort I haul my senses back.
"Good girl, now the other one." He says, His own arousal betrayed by the tone of His voice. "Don't lose that pace now. Keep on fucking that vibe, bitch." I open the other clamp and remove it, welcoming the force of sensation as the second nipple recovers, hardwired to my clit, screaming in ecstasy. I'm beginning to tire now, running on adrenaline as I work to follow Sir's every instruction.
