Getting some very encouraging attention and feedback for my very first story, so thank you all! This second installment is more heavy on the BDSM elements, and is still very much a nonconsent fantasy. It is not an endorsement of nonconsenual sexual acts. Please consider reading something else if that kind of material may be triggering to you in any way.
"Here's the deal, Soph. I came here tonight to take what's rightfully mine, which is this sweet, soft, warm body. The way I see it, you're at my mercy. I'd love to take those panties out of your mouth, give your jaw a break, hear that sweet voice, and use that pretty mouth. But I need to know that you can be trusted." I look my captured prize up and down. The sight of her spread legs, her tits wobbling slightly with each slight movement; I would think she was a dream if I couldn't feel her trembling against me.
"Understand that if you decide to scream and draw attention to us, or if you try to use your mouth to hurt me, there will be consequences. You won't get a second chance from me, I'll gag you again and you'll be punished in ways you can't even begin to imagine. Can I trust you, Sophia?" She hesitates, but then nods slowly, and I can't help but smile.
"Good girl," I coo, tearing the tape from her mouth as quickly as I can. She winces slightly. I pull the damp fabric out between her parted lips and she closes them carefully, moving her jaw around to try and soothe the aching. "What do you say?"
"Um...thank you?" she replies meekly. I twist one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and she cries out a little.
"How about a little more respect, slut?" I prompt, knowing she knows exactly what I mean.
"Thank you...Sir." If I didn't know any better, I'd say she squirmed a bit.
"That's very good. You are a quick study, my little fuck doll." I reward her by leaning down to softly lick and suck on her nipple, eliciting a soft little moan from her.
"Why...why are you doing this? Why me?"
"Because you're a stuck-up cunt who needs to be reminded of her place. Your body was made to be used and fucked. I don't think you're good for anything else. I think deep down you know it's true." Not that deep down, because she had texted me those very words a few weeks ago. "Now, your sopping pussy got my cock all messy, and I think you owe it to me to clean it off, after I was so nice and made you cum so many times. It's the least you can do, wouldn't you agree?" As I'm speaking my hand is back down at her well-fucked hole, feeling my cum start to leak out of her. I gather some of it onto my finger and bring it to her lips. She parts them at my gently nudging and without prompting begins to suck my seed right off, even using her tongue a bit. I pull my hand back.
"Yes, Sir." It's just above a whisper, and I can hear the conflict and shame in her voice. Delighted, I push myself up on my knees and let my cock hover just inches from her mouth. I smear the coated head across her lips, and she groans in disgust. Music to my ears.
"Tongue out." She's slow to obey, but when she finally does, I rest my cock squarely on her waiting tongue and she begins to lick my shaft clean of our mixed juices. I can tell from the noises that she makes that she's not enjoying the taste, but she dutifully cleans me off completely, switching between long licks and sucking the length of it into her mouth.
"Wow. I just can't get over what a good cock whore you are, Sophia." She blushes and can only bring herself to nod halfheartedly. I grip her one of her tits hard and then start slapping it up and down. "Your new owner just paid you a compliment, you cunt."
"I'm sorry! Thank you, Sir!" she gasps out, and I stop smacking her around and reward her with gentle caresses to her stinging flesh.
"You'll learn, I'm sure of it. Now, give me a kiss. A
real kiss
, and I'll give your arms and legs a break from being stretched so much."
She whimpers in anguish, but nods, giving me a quiet, "Thank you, Sir." I lean in and press my lips to hers, curious to see just how convincing she could be. My fuck doll does not disappoint, kissing me back tenderly, letting my tongue in to explore the warmth of her mouth. She sighs softly, and I pull away with my mind a bit hazy. The softness of her lips, the smell of her hair, the flush of her skin. She was intoxicating.
I still had so much planned for her, so shaking myself out of this reverie, I began the work of detaching her from the bed. I start with her legs, untying the rope connecting her ankle cuffs to the footboard. I clip them together with a short chain to ensure her movements are still hindered. She groans with relief being able to close her legs and relieve the soreness in her hips and calves. "Thank you, Sir," she sighs.
She lies in an uncertain silence while I rummage around in my bag for the next items to aid in my fun.
I lay everything out on the bed by her feet and pull the ski mask over my head. I can't resist anymore; I need to see the trepidation and fear in those eyes. I decide to get dressed again, to make her feel her own nakedness even more. I slide the blindfold off of her, and she blinks a few times, adjusting to the light. Her eyes are still red and puffy from crying, and she takes me in with a startled look. She looks down at her own nude body, covered in red marks from my hands, then back at me, and definitely looks overwhelmed. I suppose Man in Ski Mask is not the most calming sight when in such a vulnerable position.
"What are you going to do with me now?" she finally asks. There is a distinct tinge of fear in her voice, but I think I also detect a hint of excitement. Or so I convince myself. My hand cups her cheek, and she tries to shy away from me. I forcefully jerk her face back to look me in the eyes.
"Whatever the fuck I want, my filthy little slut. And boy are you filthy! You've got cum leaking out of that freshly fucked snatch." I untie her wrist cuffs from the headboard, grabbing both wrists to help her stand up next to the bed. I spin her around and connect the rings to each other, forcing her to push her tits out. I start groping them roughly, squeezing and pushing the huge mounds together, pulling and twisting her sensitive nipples, getting her all worked up again. Seeing the arousal mixed with fear adds a whole extra dimension to this night.
"You have the most perfect tits, whore. But I know how we can make them look even better," I say, laughing deviously. She looks confused until I pick up a long coil of soft cotton rope. She starts shaking her head again and trying to back away from me. I start smacking her tits around again. She squeals and I relish the panicked, now unencumbered sound. I grab each nipple tightly and pull up, forcing her onto her toes.
"Listen you stupid slut. These tits," I pinch harder to emphasize, "belong to me now. I can do whatever I want with them, and you're going to be a good girl, and say 'Thank you, Sir,' no matter what I do. Understood?"
"Yes! Yes, Sir!" She whimpers, and I let her tortured buds go. I lean down to kiss and suck each of them to soothe the aching a bit.
"Good girl. Now, tell me who owns these big tits." I palm them in each hand, admiring how they barely fit in my grasp, with much of the soft flesh spilling out around the perimeter of my fingers.
"You own these tits, Sir," she replies, her eyes shining with fresh tears.
"And you'd do well to remember that, slut." I take my rope and set to work wrapping it around the base of each breast in a figure 8 before tying the ends off behind her back. Her tits bulge beautifully, standing out from her chest proudly. They feel nice and firm to the touch and are sure to cause her some discomfort. She shifts nervously on her feet, looking away from my devouring gaze. I take a second length of rope and double it over, reaching around her waist to thread the ends through the loop and pull it snug around her. I then feed the ends through her legs, pulling it up tight into her slit. She yelps a little at the rope's pressure on her most sensitive parts. I reach between her thighs and feel around to ensure that both sides of the rope are positioned on either side of her clit, before pulling it tight and cinching it off in the front.
"You don't have to tie me up like this. I promise I'll be good. I'll cooperate, do whatever you want," she offers, sounding quite uncomfortable and distraught, as I step back to admire my handiwork. Legs hobbled with a short chain, arms pinned behind her, tits tied up and nearly bursting, and a crotch rope rubbing all the right places between her thighs, she was almost perfect. I grab the final touches and step closer to her. I hear her breath catch in her throat.
"As much as I love hearing that you want to be an obedient little slave for me, I have to tell you that I'm not doing all of this simply to keep you from misbehaving, pet. Now listen closely." I close one clamp around her left nipple and watch her grimace. "It's to remind you of how helpless you are." I add the other one to the right nipple, and she cries out when I give the chain connecting them a tug. "And to remind you that I own every inch of you." I hold up a leash and loop a finger through the front of her breast ropes, pulling her closer to me. I can hear her swallow hard. "I don't need all these bells and whistles to subdue you. I need them because I want to torment your body for my pleasure. Do you understand?" I clip the leash to the front of her crotch rope, pulling it to increase the pressure on her swollen clit. I'm gifted with another sweet cry from my little trussed up fucktoy.
"Yes, Sir, I understand!"
"Good girl. Now, let's go for a little walk, slut." I tug on the leash and Sophia starts taking little hindered steps to try and keep up with the tautness of the leash. It's really a lose-lose situation for her. If she doesn't keep up with me enough to bring some slack to the leash, the rope grinds into her sex brutally. If she walks too fast, the short steps cause her bound tits to bounce up and down more, gravity pulling her nipple clamps downward. This torment caused the most delightfully frustrated noises to escape her lips as I led her down her hallway and into the living room. I lead her around in several circles, my cock hardening hearing her pathetic little cries.
She was so distracted by her predicament, the first time I stopped her to ask why I had her tied up like this, she looked confused for a moment, which meant we had to do another lap. The next time she was ready to answer, but paraphrased rather than quoted me directly, so back around we went, me leading her on a leash rubbing her delicate pussy, her tied tits swaying with the weight of the clamps.
