TW: Knifeplay, Mild degradation via slurs
"Well aren't you just a vision of beauty little slut?"
He smiles at his handiwork, slowly circling her. She has her arms cuffed together above her head suspended from the ceiling, and is straddling a currently inactive sybian machine. Her nipples are clamped and connected by a chain which is secured to the floor, pulling her breasts forward and eliciting soft gasps and whimpers with each movement. Every noise she makes is stopped in it's tracks by her ball gag. He knows she'd usually just stay still, but that's made much more difficult by the fact that he has had her seated on two exact replicas of his penis, one in her pussy and one in her ass. She is naked aside from the clamps, gag, and a thin black collar that claims her as his.
She admires his outfit, an ankle length black skirt, white shirt and deep blue waistcoat. Just in her peripheral vision she can see the wheeled table laid out with all of their toys, ready for him to select and use. She feels him lean down and whisper to her.
"There's my sexy little whore. Are you quite comfortable?" His voice is the most inviting thing she's ever heard, and she nods in response. He continues, "Good. I wouldn't want anything to distract you."
As he says this, he gently but firmly tugs the collar back, choking her slightly but more importantly pulling the at the clamps on her nipples. He continues to pull her back until her whimpers are more audible even through the gag, and she feels him smile.
He releases her collar and she leans forward to take the pressure off her tits, but as she does so, he turns a dial switching on the machine below her. It hums to life and even on the lowest setting she can feel it pressing against her clit, even vibrating the dildos inside her. She moans, partly from surprise and he laughs softly.
"Such a desperate slut."
She feels a firm coldness against the skin between her collarbone and neck. She stays very still having realised that he is pressing a knife against her. It makes her break out in goosebumps, and even around the gag it's difficult to miss her giant smile. The sharp edge of the blade is dragged softly up to her throat, gently pressing harder to make her lean back against him.
He is no longer standing and leaning into him, she can feel how his hard cock throbs for release from its confinement, but the delicate and deliberate movements of the knife show that he is still in complete control, both of himself and her.
Her smiling face tilts backwards to look at him, standing over her. She feels the pain in her nipples as her breasts get pulled away from her chest, the sharp coldness of the knife, and the vibrations grow stronger as he twists a dial in his pocket. He can see in her eyes that she feels so lucky to be his.
Abruptly he moves the knife away and pushes her head forward, kissing and biting at the back of her neck. She feels the point of the knife on her lower back. He spends some time with her like this, dragging the knife across her back, hard enough to scratch, but too softly to draw blood.
From time to time he turns the vibrator up and then down to toy with her, and laughing in response to her moans and whimpers. He sets the knife down on the table and gropes her breasts, digging his fingers in and pulling them away from the clamps whilst whispering to her that she's such a good girl for taking all of this so well. He unbuckles the gag, a thin line of saliva follows it as he removes it.
"Thank you, Sir." She says softly, smiling up at him.
He stands in front of her now as she squirms against the vibrator and toys inside her, clearly trying her best not to. He strokes her jaw, trailing his fingers down her body to lightly rub her clit, feeling the wetness she's created around the toys. She feels his other hand tangle in her hair and pull her head back as he shoves his fingers into her mouth. She gratefully receives them, licking and sucking until she gags.
Taking his fingers from her mouth, he wraps them around her neck choking her until she giggles and bucks, struggling to breathe. He leans down to kiss her passionately, feeling her moan into his mouth.
"Do you like being full of me, slut?" He asks, his face against hers.
"I don't know Sir."
"You don't know if you like it. Would you like to stop what we're doing Kitten?" She can see the honesty in his eyes at this question.
"No Sir, I don't want to stop. I mean I don't know what it's like to be full of you yet Sir." He can't help the relieved smile that crosses his face at this.
"Such a smart little girl. Well, I suppose we'll have to fix that then, won't we?"
She smiles even wider and nods, biting her lip in anticipation. "Please, Sir."
She watches, rocking slightly, as he lets his skirt fall to the floor, revealing some vertically striped stockings attached to a garter belt under his shirt, some knee high black boots, and most importantly his thick hard cock, ready for pleasing.
He stops, looking her up and down as she awaits being used properly.
"What do you want Kitten? Is it time to stop playing now?" She can hear the tease in his voice.
"No, Sir!" She doesn't even try to hide the desperation in hers, she is rocking back and forth more openly than ever. He presses down on her shoulders to keep her still, an arms length away, pushing her down on the toys and vibrator.
