Reverse Ama Sutra
Bdsm Story

Reverse Ama Sutra

by Larashaw 19 min read 3.7 (1,700 views)
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I lazed in our shared bed on my left side. Toes wrinkled up around some out of place blankets while my hands had folded greedily around my phone. I was stuck, tethered to the length of the charging cable when he came up. His thundering footwork marching up the stairs like a herd of elephants was noticed but as I imagined the game was afoot, I'd little to worry about... just yet.

A sweet smile curled over shoulder alongside a nod and wriggle of eyebrows as suggestively I could despite my clear disobedience for what had been expected that day. He had paused outside the door. That much I knew as I could hear his breath heavy and weighted through the lingering scent of a fresh coat of bedroom paint.

We had lived together for three months and both had really shitty weeks at work. News had leaked at mine that one of the company founders was doing not so nice things with some of the dancers and he had recently lost an old friend from college.

All those old memories sprouting up at the oddest of times. Here we were, 43 and 47 respectively and still in our honeymoon phase (or so I had assumed) and the personal stress level hit a high neither of us could have expected. When the handle was turned and I caught only the briefest of glances offered I immediately seized. My fingers shook as I gripped the phone and then near threw it out of my hands leaving it sent clattered to the floor.

That was a look I well knew and one I would be foolish to discount. "Sorry," I claimed clumsily but had twisted myself around and hopped off the bed with a bounce and a smile still. Perhaps we might turn it around still. I had been oh so focused on being pleasing that I did not notice his hand shot out towards me.

Thumb and forefinger gripped at my jaw and pressed until they were forced into my cheeks. I had felt the pain but did not react much more than a whimper when I realized I was forced into a fish-lips pout that he knew I hated. A very charming smile had curled on his mouth and that look in his eyes told me that a world of hurt was forthcoming and in short order.

"My sweet little whore" he hissed at me when our eyes locked and his jaw had flexed into a line I hadn't quite seen before. He was still in his work clothes. A suit that cost more then I was paid in a decade likely. Chiseled in all the right places and slightly flabby in others. A god amongst men. I was a slip of a thing with little to pinch at the hips but ample breasts that seemed to constantly crave his touch. My lips twitched as I blinked through his gaze once or twice.

I'd felt a bead of saliva at the corner of my mouth. I knew he would say something and with care I crafted the tip of my tongue in a stroke and swallowed it back. There I stood, half crumpled and half standing, leaving him in position to exploit without even realizing it. My failure to tease became apparent when he'd gripped my wrist and pushed into its middle, crushing something that pained me. A finely polished shoe followed up with a shove to the arch of either foot, leaving me reliant to his hands grip at my cheeks to keep me upright.

Just when I thought I might snag a breath my hand was hitting me. Sometimes a loose punch, others a sloppy slap. I whimpered and squeaked, aiming to make sense of what I had fallen into far too quickly and easily. I knew too, deep down in there somewhere that any form of obvious resistance or an aim to toy and tease would be unwelcome.

The depths of my soul flickered with excitement we'd not shared for a good month now. It was perhaps both timely and overdue. He held me, near dangled a moment longer then I could bear and then wrapped a strong arm beneath my shoulders and tugged me close into him. It was easy.

When our flesh met my nipples pert and puckered pressed into the warmth of his chest everything melted. He continued using my hand to slap and smack, punch and toy with me even when I whined out a daring "Tristan!" with a pretty little pout that might sometimes allow me to be afforded just a bit of leeway. Not tonight. I knew exactly the situation I had put myself in and his steely gaze boring into my wide eyes.

My mouth hurt, random spots on my tits and hips were surely bruised already but still, all I could think of was that devoted heart of mine which was entwined with his in a manner I hadn't known was possible. He kissed the pucker of my pout roughly, biting on my lower lip until I could taste a sprig of blood along the side of my tongue.

"Ingrid" he answered with a growl, pulling back from my mouth and leaving us attached only by a desperate strand of saliva. He set me on the bed and moved my knees with strong hands. I blinked and looked up to him unsteady and uncertain when they had been pushed snugly together. "Ingrid you have been a bad little thing" he spoke with narrowed gaze and firm jaw. I tucked my chin to my chest and felt immediate shame.

This was not going to be one of those laughing matter, playful experiences. I could feel it deep in my bones already. "You were supposed to be dressed and ready for our encounter and now I am home and I see that you want to be a little brat!?" I shuddered and folded my shoulders inward, shrinking as much as I could while my thighs were thankfully clutched snugly together. He slapped me then, one cheek and the other. There was no pause, no reprieve.

Only his own hands now, much harder than the ones he'd forced me to use earlier had begun to rough me up as he continued to speak. Every time I peeked up his eyes were locked on my face. "We can work on that my little brat!" he shouted at me. I squeaked and closed my eyes.

A long length of breath was drawn and savored. When I next tried to seek out his presence he was no longer standing there. I felt my cheeks stinging and tears begin to pierce at the corner of my eyes both. It was blurry but he had gone to the cupboard. There was rarely anything good for me locked behind its glass display door.

"Fuck" I muttered to myself. I had completely forgotten that he had planned to take me to the club. We had not been there together after the night we first met and I vaguely recalled something about show and share being on the menu. I lifted a hand up, bent at the wrist and wiped my eyes, sniffling. My gaze became clear and I could see that not only had he the weighted cuffs, he had a chain that was thicker than his thumb.

When he returned to my side he pet my head as if I were a simple little thing. His lips set a carefully pressed kiss to my left temple and in the instant I closed my eyes and sighed, mewling, I felt the clamp of steel wrapped around my neck. That thick chain trailed lazily between the valley of my breaths. It was cold and and caused my flesh to tighten in some anticipatory anxiety. He walked in circles around me and I knew better than to speak further.

The hint of pain I'd felt from earlier punching started to dissipate but the building of worry, wonder, I wasn't sure had overtaken me so much that I barely noticed the expected cuffs being locked around wrists and ankles.

More chains were added and affixed to bolts on the floor surrounding the bed. I had calmed my breath by then, kind of. There was a knot in my belly and my panties were as expected, already soaking wet. "Don't think for a second I didn't hear you curse my slut" he said, calmly now. In the moment that his anger subsided I had pressed my shaking lips together and whimpered.

"Open wide" he said and forcefully kicked my thighs apart. When they had been so wide the length of tendons stretched and burned, he kicked more. "Stay or I will chain you wide open for the rest of the week," he cautioned me. "Yes Master" I spoke two words I know he would always allow me and did my best to wait patiently while he bound one wrist exceptionally tight and reached for a box under the bed.

"Naughty little Ingrid" he said almost teasingly, knowing that protocol would not afford me to speak that name that rolled so easily off my tongue until granted permission. I etched it in silence in my heart and grew resolve to aim to take whatever he was going to do to me with some semblance of grace. Thick fingers wedged my lips apart and held onto the tip of my tongue. From his pocket he pulled a tongue clamp, a rubber band and a chained weight. I felt it's pinch and the little tug but had not realized the intent of the brutality he'd in mind.

It was stuck out, weighted down and as sloppy as I tried not to be, I wasn't quite able to swallow much so drool began to flow freely over my lower lip and onto my chin. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. I stared at the mass which was already hard. Its thick head slapped casually on my cheeks, my nose, over my eyes.

He laughed and traced the tip over the back of my tongue so that I could taste the salt of his pre-cum while he continued to chastise me. "Ingrid" he said my name again sweetly this time. "I am sure you have heard of something called the kama sutra no?" A yank of that chain binding my wrist near pulled me sideways onto the bed. He had pinched my chin and tugged at my tongue however, keeping me upright and attentive. I nodded a bit and kind of mumbled a faint 'mmhmm' in response. He continued, "Tonight I am going to teach you the reverse kama sutra."

A chuckle accompanied stern phrasing. "It will be far from pleasant but I see..." he pinched his way down my middle, groping and gripping at my tits and belly as his leisure. "I see you are already wet and so I am sure you will find it at least minimally enjoyable." My panties were ripped off then and forced into my mouth. I dared not move. This was just the beginning.

"This one is what I will call Damn Trip" he explained when releasing the chain from my wrist and leaving me enough slack to stand upright. He did not do anything with the tongue clamp and the weight that left me feeling like it might fall out of my mouth at any moment. Instead he positioned me as he intended. He stroked my thigh and lifted it to rise and rest upon his hip. Despite my humiliation it was intimate. I was unfamiliar with the book but was not surprised that he had studied it greatly.

"Normally I would fuck you and grab you as it pleased me but today we will take this position to its intended purpose. Hold still mine" he whispered hotly in my ear. I closed my eyes and felt my breasts both being clamped. More weights. My tongue was looped to both by means of a fine chain that left me little room to move lest pain overtake me and send me crumpling to the ground. Strong fingers gripped my ass and pulled both cheeks apart.

He looked to the slobber that now coated my tits with warmth and laughed deeply. "Aha! Look we are still a tripod!" he mused and then reached a mid sized dildo out from the stash, shoving it abruptly into my cunt. I was wet with need but it was far too large for me to take in one thrust. I moaned out loudly which sounded a bit like a gurgle. He rammed it in until it pained against my cervix and pulled it out.

"Great, now it's lubricated" he said, nodded and then held me against him, my tongue out and pressed to taste the salt of his sweat upon his chest. I seized up when I felt it press against my tight asshole. I had not trained or widened myself for awhile. He gave me little more warning than the gentle swipe before his forearm flexed and it was forced up my ass.

Firm but steady, he did not relent until he broke me in few places. The faint tears of earlier were now rolling down and I had struggled to breathe. My ass on absolute fire was being rammed roughly by that dildo. He slapped me again on my rear, groping in between rams and leaving me so overwhelmed and confused.

The dildo was held up and tight into my ass, his fingers pressed against my rim when I felt the sudden pain of that tongue clamp released. It doubled everything and my ass clenched near sucking it and a finger or two inside. The moan that rolled off my tongue was loud and long and from somewhere deep within I hadn't yet found until this very moment. I wasn't quite able to pull it back in and so I peeked down to my tits which now bore the brunt of all the weight and felt the tears continue to flow.

The inside of my thighs both glistened however as they were soaked with my arousal and desire. I looked to him helplessly and without a word he yanked the dildo out from my ass, leaving a gaping hole in wait and want. "Good girl" he rewarded me with two words that left me with a bit of a dizzied swoon, as if nothing else mattered as long as he continued to offer me the pair of g's. A hand set between my breasts and for an instant I thought perhaps his torments would be over. Instead it shoved me back to fall on the bed. "Blossoming" he began to explain. "You can imagine this might be quite lovely."

He had loomed over me and shoved a block under my ass. "Usually its with a pillow" he laughed and winked at me. I could see from his toothy grin that he was in his element and I was now bound, legs spread and ankles chained tightly. "Now that I have elevated those pretty hips of yours my dear Ingrid, we will keep some of the spirit of the pose and by such be close together. But now that you're warmed up, I'm not leaving your ass yet." I had a few minutes to gather myself and some breath only to look down the length of my middle.

My tits had spilled over sideways, the clamps fighting gravity and the weight that seemed to favor the left side of my form. The hand that had shoved me to the bed now pressed a good portion of his weight between my breasts, straining the chain further. With almost delicate care he pulled the panties from the side of my mouth where they had wadded in my cheek. He used them as a whip to smack along my tits and cheeks both as his cocks head moved into the space the dildo just held. It was more tolerable than I expected until he picked up the pace.

I have never imagined that he had such stamina but in that moment every bit of his body was flexed and rigid. My tongue had some sensation in it and I took the moment to swallow back my spit. Not to be left outdone it seemed he smacked and bit my breasts until they were red and covered with bite marks. I could see a bit of blood had been drawn but it was the block at my back that had pained me most of all. His pace became manic and attention turned to my labia which were spread open with arousal and revealing the shame of it. As he slapped at my slit and raped my asshole he yanked on the chains and looked into my eyes.

I saw him smile and I know it was in the exact moment he saw the sheer terror on my face. "Look at you my wet little whore" he exclaimed and smacked my clit again. My thighs flexed which caused my ass to tighten around him and I leapt up from the block with a yelp. "Not to worry!" he said as if I was a crying child who'd just dropped an ice cream cone. "I am sure you will absolutely love the next position."

He pulled his cock from my ass then and after I writhed and wriggled against the chains and the pose the block was freed from its terror. My back pained more than when it was uncomfortably beneath me, settled down on the bed flat. I turned my cheek to try to take in some of the cozy nature of my best blanket, furry and warm and he had quickly slapped it back upright and once more gripped my mouth to make my lips pout like a fish.

"Not so fast Ingrid" he said and then fastened everything tight so that I was laid splayed, arms and legs tugged uncomfortably to each corner of the bed. He sat on my face then. I had blinked and had not expected it to come.

"Any guesses what this position is called?" he laughed and wriggled his ass until his cheeks spread. "Tongue, in, now" he commanded and I immediately complied. When he spoke the 'six' part of 'sixty nine' I was hopeful. One lick of his tongue was afforded my desperate slit. My cunt needy and wanton was not going to get a lick of a reward I knew, but hope waged its own war within. I had never tasted his ass before and found it a bit salty.

My eyes closed so that I could pretend and a weighted slap knocked me back into reality. He had hit my clit with a ring on his finger that forced my middle to flex and shoved my face deeper into his ass.

"Good girl," my delight, was spoken and I became more eager, trying to get my tongue as deep into his asshole as I could breech it. He moved again, his balls now displayed before my mouth. I parted my lips and licked and lapped at them eagerly. He shoved both inside and set his asshole over my nose, smothering me and leaving me without breath while he played percussion on my wanton slit, slap after hurried slap. I screamed and cried out into the scent and salted taste.

"How do you like your sixty nine mine?" he bellowed out laughter and then lifted himself up, yanking me by the hair with one hand, the other working on the chains to loosen them up. I had not really realized the pain to my wrists and ankles until they were freed to move. Blood flowed into strange places in my body then. I wiped my mouth on a risen shoulder and was left on my side, both sobbing and writhing in need.

His arms strong and rippled with firm muscles reached under my limp and absolutely shattered little frame, pulling me up to his chest. Quietly he sat down on the bed, crossed his legs and pulled me to his lap. It was the same as before. I melted into him all over again. My nipples were on fire but I had feared the clamps removal more than the pain of the weight and chains. "Lotus" he hissed a whisper in my ear.

"AKA if you had been a good thing Ingrid then you might have that dripping cunt of yours filled with my cock. Alas, back in your ass it will go" he said while forcing it in. I squeaked and squirmed around it, pouted and looked to him with tear soaked cheeks and glassed over eyes. I had breathed for a moment then and he tied my soaking panties into a knot around my neck. One of my hands was set to his shoulder, the other behind his neck. "You hold on and do not move. I will see how I might further destroy your pretty.

His cock rammed deep in my ass then, right up and tight. It was a new angle and I felt as if it might split me in two but before I could begin to get used to his invasion I had felt the pain at my left breast. The clamp was removed and I moaned. I gripped him so tightly that my fingers had begun to turn white. A slip of my juice splattered out over his lap and as the pain radiated from that one tit, the other was left to bear the weight on its own. I didn't know what to think or do.

I moved to press my lips to the curve of his neck, a manner of placation as he bounced me up and down on his cock, my ass more than raw at the friction. "Now we test some of your limits" he advised me and traced his fingers along my spine to the back of my neck.

He did not grab my hair as I anticipated but instead yanked the panties back, denying me most of my breath. He smacked my face until my cheeks burned again, the tears made each pain times ten at least and until I stared deep into his eyes would not relent. A silent cue.

I was ragged and bouncing the best that I could when he reached a long stretch to the side and grabbed a flogger. He grunted in his pleasure and I held on wincing in pain as he saw to leave no part of available flesh untouched by the bite of the leather. I was sobbing and bent over his shoulder then when he pulled the other nipple clamp off with a tug. I cried out in pain and felt my cunt flex and flow again. I had come twice in a way I only experienced one prior in my life. We were both soaked and I was drained. I don't even know if I wanted his cock in me then.

He showed no signs of letting up. "Wait will you see what is next up for you slut" he barked and growled at me. I was weak and shivering as he used my ass. The underwear released, I drew in a deep breath and he heaved me off his lap, throwing me back against the headboard. I did not hit my head and instead was saved by the pillows. He loomed over me with his cock hard in his hand and a very frightening grin.

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