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By *otef69 OP Man
over a year ago
Edinburgh |
He said:
I look down at you in front of me - face down on the bed, naked except for the black hold-up stockings, wrists handcuffed together behind your back, a blindfold covering your eyes and heightening your senses.
The Princess butt plug gleams, buried deep in your slutty ass while your wanton whore's cunt drips, hot and wet.
On your ass cheeks, a reddening round the impacts of my paddle, heavy wood marking you, quickening your breath.
I twist the Princess in your ass and you moan like an animal. I use my mobile to film your surrender, your utter submission. Imagine if I put this on the internet, I growl. Imagine if everyone knew what a fucking Slut you are...
Please no, you beg, suddenly afraid.
Please no what?
Please, sir.
What will you do for me in return?
Anything you want. Anything.
I swipe the paddle up between your legs, smacking it hard into your clit and cunt. You cry out - in shock, in pain and then, as the impact turns into pleasure - a moan of ecstasy. Such a fucking whore.
Call me sir, I command.
Yes, sir. Sorry, sir, you whimper. But your hips are pushing back, grinding your cunt into the wood of the paddle.
I step back from the bed. Get up, I sneer.
You struggle, the blindfold and handcuffs impeding you, upsetting your balance. Eventually you get to your feet and stand still, awaiting my next instruction or my next punishment, your chest rising and falling quickly, those gorgeous tits crying out to be sucked, bitten, groped, grabbed, tied or tormented. Your heart is racing, a vein on the side of your neck pulsing, and your breathing is fast, excited, frightened and aroused all at once.
Now it's time to work on your nipples, I announce, as my fingers swirl in the wetness of your cunt.
I tip something out on the nearby table, small objects scatter across its surface.
You strain to hear what they are, wanting to know what might happen next.
You hear me pick something up, and move closer to you, closer still.
Do you deserve to be punished, I ask.
Yes, you reply, your voice husky.
I grab one of your nipples, making you gasp with surprise and pain.
You correct yourself - sir, yes sir, I deserve to be punished.
Yes you do, Slut.
I pull at your nipple, stretching it away from your tit, and clamp a clothes peg to it.
The two halves of the peg clamp tight around your taut nipple, trapping it.
You can't suppress a cry of pain at this sudden, exquisite new sensation.
You pant for breath, like a bitch on heat, like a submission cumslut.
I grab your other nipple, pulling it out and clamp a clothes peg on it too.
The second bite is less shocking than the first, less unexpected - but just as sweet and sharp and sore.
I close my fingers and thumbs round the pegs and gave them a sharp squeeze, increasing the pressure on your nipples.
Your knees sag a little and you whimper at this torment, the hurt inflicted on your still sensitive tits.
I push my fingers between your legs, examining the sluthole there - it's wetter than ever, juices seeping from you.
You're enjoying this, aren't you Cunt?
You nod. It's true.
You feel ashamed and embarrassed and aroused.
You are a filthy fucking slut of a Cunt who craves cum and abuse and deserves worse.
I slap the pegs on your nipples, making them dance.
You gasp again, the sensation shooting down through your body to your fuckhole, making you wetter still.
Soon it will be running down your thighs, your own body betraying you, revealing what you are.
Please sir, you whisper. More.
You stand in front of me blindfolded, hands cuffed behind your back, cunt juices soaking the top of your hold-up stockings, Princess still in your ass. Clothes pegs clamp your nipples so that each time you move, the sway of your tits sends delicious pings of pain through you.
I march you across the room, then leave you for a moment. You hear sudden movement, feel the air shifting.
I tell you to spread your legs and you obey, little the good little Slut you are.
I stand behind you, close, reaching round to finger your wet cunt. You can't help responding, grinding against my digits, my firm palm.
My other hand whips off your blindfold. You're dazzled for a moment, then your eyes adjust.
You realise you are standing in front of the window, facing out.
Anyone who glances in will you see - naked, nipples clamped, hands cuffed, while someone finger-bangs your cunt.
You try to turn away, frightened but excited at the same time, knowing at any moment you will be seen.
I grab your hair, keeping you in place while my thumb rubs your clit harder and harder.
Do you want to cum, I ask.
Yes, you whimper.
I push you against the window, forcing the clothes pegs into your tits.
You shiver as the cold glass touches your hot body.
What did you call me?
Sir, sorry sir. I want to cum, sir.
Lick the glass and I'll make you cum, Slut. |
