"Kneel."
I already feel the familiar pang in the pit of my stomach, just hearing the word, as I drop to my knees before him. I feel his hand caress my cheek and I gaze up at him, my breathing quickening ever so slightly in anticipation. His eyes bore into mine as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out my black leather collar slowly. He steps behind me, and I feel his fingertips graze the side of my neck as he moves my long, black tresses to the side. He takes his time letting the leather wrap around my exposed neck, carefully tightening the buckle and allowing my hair to fall back into place.
"Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?"
I swallow hard, hoping it will steady my voice when I respond with, "Yes, Sir." He gives me a pleased smile before heading to my special drawer, which he had become all too familiar with. I hear him remove several items, but I don't dare turn my head to sneak a peek. I then hear him lay them out on my bed before he returns to stand in front of me again. He clips a long leash to the ring on my collar and uses it to wrench my face back up to look at him. I can already feel the wetness start to seep out of my pussy lips, threatening to soak through my purple panties. Maybe even into the sleep shorts I was still wearing.
He tugs the leash again, forward this time to get me on my hands and knees. He guides me using the leash to have me crawl across my bedroom floor, over to one side of my bed where I can now see he's set up a pillow on the floor, and laid out my set of black leather cuffs, both wrist and ankle, a spreader bar, the smallest of my training butt plugs, nipple clamps, a short length of rope, and a large vibrating dildo with its remote. My clit pulses with want, and I can feel that my cunt is positively leaking now.
With another pull of my leash, he guides me to my feet, and lets the leash fall to hang between my breasts. I'm now aware of how hard my nipples have become, feeling them strain against the fabric of my tank top. He gropes each of my tits, pushing them together roughly and, running his thumbs over the raised buds poking out through my shirt. I can't stop the low moan that escapes my lips as he continues to knead the tender flesh, stopping every so often to pinch and roll my nipples between his fingers. Even with the barrier of my tank top, each ministration unleashes another gush from my pussy right into my soaked panties.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulls them down over my hips and ass, letting them fall to the ground and pool around my ankles. I step out of them, kicking them to the side. His hands grip my shoulders as he spins me around and holds me tight against him, my back now pressed against his chest. His hands continue to roam across my body from behind now, going back to kneading my tits. He reaches into the top of my shirt and pinches each of my nipples, eliciting a soft cry from me, before he pulls both of my tits out over the top of the neckline. The tight fabric forces my large breasts together, and they hang heavily, lewdly exposed for his use.
Next his hand travels to the top of my panties. Instead of slipping inside the fabric, he opts to trail his fingertips outside, no doubt to feel if my needy cunt had managed to soak through yet. I'm rewarded with a pleased groan from him once he can feel how thoroughly I had managed to saturate the purple cloth. I sigh and my head lolls back into him when his finger presses into my slit, finding my clit through the fabric and rubbing it in tight circles.
"You're such a wet little slut," he whispers into my ear, and I feel his cock twitch against my butt.
"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir," I manage to gasp out while he continues to work my clit. I'm writhing against him, and he uses his free hand to gather my hands behind my back and pin my wrists together. He forces my chest out more, causing my breasts to sway and bounce over my stretched shirt. Right when I feel like I'm about to cum, he gives my cunt three hard slaps, and I squeal, panting and slumping back against him. He turns me back to face him, releasing my wrists, but I know to keep them crossed behind me, where he'd left them. His eyes appraise my current state; cheeks flushed, tits pushed out invitingly, legs parted slightly. I watch as he zeroes in on what I'm sure is a visible wet spot in the front of my panties. His eyes darken as he takes a seat on my bed and pulls me closer to him by the leash.
"You may recall that during our last session, you came before I gave you permission, whore. We didn't have time for your punishment that night, but we have all the time in the world tonight." My pussy clenches with need and I whimper a bit, nodding sheepishly in acknowledgement. He suddenly grabs the front of my panties and yanks them upward harshly, pulling the crotch hard between my pussy lips, making it press tight against my swollen clit. I cry out from the mix of surprise, pain, and pleasure. He slaps my thighs, urging me to spread them wider, and then drags his finger along my slit, gathering the wetness that was seeping out and coating the taut fabric he forced against my leaking cunt. When he pulls his hand back, we both watch the long string of my cunt juice trail from his fingers, as he brings them to his lips to taste me. I hear a low growl come from his throat that sends shivers up my spine.
He reaches for the ankle cuffs next to him on the bed and gestures for me to lift my leg and rest my foot in his lap so he can secure it around my ankle. Once we've done the same with my other ankle, he leans forward to press a soft kiss to the inside of my knee, before helping set my foot back on the floor. The skin there is unexpectedly sensitive, so I feel a little disoriented from that sensation when he has me turn around to buckle the cuffs around my wrists. He attaches them to each other, rather than connecting them with a chain, so that they are closely bound behind me with very little give. He slides my panties down and has me step out of them. He turns me to face him again, and he brandishes my soaked panties in front of me. I can see how the fabric of the entire middle section is darker than the rest due to how saturated it is.
"Only a desperate, greedy little slut like you could soak her panties so thoroughly like this." My cheeks heat up and I look away shamefully. A sharp slap across my tits brings my gaze back to him. "It's that hungry cunt that got you in trouble in the first place. So you're going to ask me to punish you for being a greedy slut, and then I'm going to shove these ruined panties in your whore mouth to keep you quiet so we can begin your punishment." He knows what that kind of talk does to me. I can feel my pussy juice start to drip down my inner thighs at his degrading words. I close my eyes briefly, savoring them.
"Sir, will you please punish me for being a desperate, greedy slut and cumming without permission?" My voice is thick with desire, and I see the slightest smirk flash across his face as he folds my wet panties into a tight ball, leaving the most sodden part on the outside to ensure I can't escape the taste of my own arousal. He helps me to my knees so I'm perched on the pillow he laid out for me.
"Open up, and stick out your tongue." I comply, and he drags my panties across my tongue before forcing the ball of fabric into my waiting mouth. I bite down on it to hold it in place, and can immediately recognize the familiar sweet, salty, musky taste of my pussy. "Does it remind you of what a pathetic cum hungry whore you are?" I nod bashfully, and another gush of drool leaks from between my thighs.
He turns his attention to my knees on the pillow, and pushes them a bit further apart, enough so my pussy lips part slightly, and I feel a rush of cool air on my most sensitive parts. I moan softly into my gag and he tweaks both of my nipples, causing me to moan even louder, though the panties in my mouth muffle most of the sound. He kneels next to me and takes the spreader bar from the bed so he can attach it to my ankle cuffs. Now my thighs are forced far apart, giving him unimpeded access to my cunt and my tight asshole.
He removes my leash and tosses it onto the bed, and then gently pushes me forward so that I'm bent over, leaning on my bed, pinning my bound wrists to my lower back and forcing my ass out for him. I feel his hand caress and rub my ass cheeks before raining down several rapid, but mostly playful, slaps across both of them. Just enough to make the skin warm and pink and to make me squirm in my bonds. I go to press my thighs together, but am reminded of the bar forcing them apart. I'm mewling softly while he switches between spanking me and dipping his fingers into my cunt, taunting me about how wet I am.
He spreads my cheeks apart, and I feel him bury two fingers into my pussy, thrusting them in and out, twisting them around inside me. "Usually we need lube for this part, but you're pussy is dripping so much, I think that's what we'll use instead." My eyes widen, remembering how difficult the last few sessions with the plug had been for me, even with copious amounts of lube. I make a few noises of protest, but he ignores them, spreading my cunt juice over my puckered hole and then working first one finger, and then a second in. I whimper and squeal at the sensation, still not fully used to accommodating anything back there. When he seems satisfied with how much he is able to open me up, I feel him dip the plug into my pussy, and since it was still leaking like a faucet, he is able to coat it with even more of my juices before carefully pressing it inside of me until my asshole opens up to swallow the bulbous head, and then closes around the neck of the flared base. I still yelp at the intrusion, but ultimately I realize that he was right; I had enough pussy drool to use in lieu of lube. The idea of this definitely made me feel like an even bigger whore than I already knew I was.
Next he takes the dildo and rubs it up and down my slit, letting my pussy get it nice and wet before he plunges it to the hilt inside my waiting fuckhole. I cry out again and start moaning and whimpering loudly into my gag as he roughly fucks my cunt with it. It's the thickest dildo I have, and though it forces my walls to stretch around it, I'm so soaked that he's able to impale me on it with ease. The clit attachment that juts out bumps into my clit repeatedly, and I feel another orgasm building quickly. My breathing gets faster and I'm squirming again, as much as my restraints will allow.
Again, just as I approach that crest, he pulls the rubber cock out and slaps my swollen cunt, leaving me to groan in agony and frustration. "You think you're frustrated now? We haven't even started the actual punishment, my little fuck toy." I groan again, and am met with another round of light spanks to my pink ass cheeks. Only now, with the plug inside me, my stretched little hole clenches down on it with each swat, reminding me of its presence. Once I've calmed down to his liking from my denied orgasm, he shoves the dildo back in again, leaving it in place this time.
"Better hold onto that," he warns with a devious smile before taking his place back on the bed and picking up the short rope. He leans over me, and I feel him loop the rope around my waist. He threads the remaining strands between my ass cheeks. It takes more time than usual before I feel him feed the ends through the front of the rope around my waist. When he pulls it tight, I yelp, feeling both the dildo and the plug push deeper inside my holes. The clit attachment presses hard on my swollen clit. He must have been tying the rope around the base of the vibrator to make sure my slippery pussy doesn't squeeze it out. Testing the theory, I clench around the rubber invader, which would usually cause it to start sliding out, but it doesn't budge at all. I feel so full.
He pulls the ends tight one more time, and I moan while he ties off the knot in front. "You're looking so helpless and slutty, all tied up and stuffed like this." He adjusts my posture against the side of the bed, leaning me up so he can pull my exposed tits up to rest them on the bed, like they're being presented to him on a platter. He picks up the nipple clamps and dangles them in front of my face by the chain menacingly before he closes one, and then the other around my sensitive nipples. He barely needed to work them to get them hard enough to be trapped by the rubber-tipped prongs. I let out a long, low wail around my gag while he tightens them.
"Fuck, I love hearing you scream, slut," he tells me gleefully, his cock almost bursting from his pants at my torment. "I'm going to go make myself a drink. Be back soon." He brandishes the remote to the vibrator currently buried in my dripping snatch, and leaves the room. Mere seconds after he's gone, said vibrator springs to life in my tortured cunt, a brief burst on the highest setting that makes me scream, and then back down to the lowest. Even on low, the attachment pressing brutally on my clit is enough to bring me to the brink of orgasm. Right as it's about to rip through me, it stops, and I yell out in frustration, panting and writhing. The slight movements cause the clamps to tug at my nipples, which sends a pang directly to my pussy. Though not enough of one to get me over that sweet edge. My juices are coating my inner thighs, and I can feel the wetness as it drips down my legs.
It doesn't take this long to make one stupid drink, I think to myself. In that moment, the vibrator comes back to life, on low again, but instead of the steady thrum that nearly made me cum before, he chooses a setting that goes for about five glorious seconds, and then stops abruptly for just as long. With a clit as sensitive as mine, this is the only way to keep me from going over the edge.
