She lay on the bed, bound and gagged with tight ropes that bit into her skin. The tightness she could deal with though, it was easier than the discomfort provided by the position she was in. A hog tie with crotch rope. She could relieve one part of her body at a time, making it an extremely difficult position to hold for as long as she’d been in it. To make it harder, he was stroking a pinwheel all over her, she shook, which jostled the ropes, and brought tears to her eyes. He taunted her all the while, alternating between threats, and encouragements, using all her favourite filthy pet names, knowing that as she got more and more turned on, the blood flow to her clit increased, making her ever more sensitive to the rope biting it. And she was sensitive, she couldn’t take much more, but she wanted to please him so much. Just a little longer, just a bit more, come on H you pussy, you asked for this, you know the second he unties you, you’ll be wishing you’d taken more. She berated herself, her internal drill sergeant pushing her onwards. The rope bit into her mouth, and her pussy was screaming, even the tug on the ropes that breathing caused was starting to hurt. She took shallow breaths, and tried to control her tendency to shake as he held a knife to her throat and growled sweet violence into her ear. It was a source of never ending amazement to her that such treatment could have such a lubricating affect on her cunt, not the growling, that was no surprise, but the pain, the torture, she confused herself for a second, as a thought flitted across her blood starved brain. She would have been asking him to cum if it hadn’t hurt so much. Then she shivered, she couldn’t stay still whilst cumming, she’d give herself rope burn on her clit.
The next thing he whispered in her ear made her eyes widen in shock.
“Do you realise, pet, that you’ve been humping the bed for a good five minutes, you must really be enjoying this, you little slut.” His words were soft and dangerous, and growly, like a panther, full of sleek grace, but deadly if you got on its bad side. He ran a finger up each side of the rope in her crotch, and laughed at how we they were. “Would you like to cum pet?” She nodded, then winced as the nod pulled the rope in her slit, he laughed again, and suddenly there was a buzzing noise, and then she moaned as he held the vibrator to ropes, just on top of her clit. Her moans grew frantic, she couldn’t help but writhe a little in the ropes that held her, she tried to control herself, to keep still so she wouldn’t injure herself, but she couldn’t, and when he started counting down from ten, she knew she was lost. By the time he reached five he was holding the vibrator still and letting her do the work, positioning it perfectly and grinding her hips just slightly, getting closer and closer, so that by the time he was at two her whimpers of desperation were just adorable, he made a mental note to torture her like this more often, he paused at one, and let her squirm for just a moment before growling “Cum” into her ear. She couldn’t refuse, couldn’t stop herself, her back arched, and her head snapped back, and then forwards, making her pull hard on the rope, making her shriek through the rope in her mouth, and tears run down her cheeks, but she was still cumming, and she couldn’t stop herself. She moaned and sobbed, then realised that sobbing pulled on the rope and tried to stop, and finally, when she thought she couldn’t take any more without it killing her, he untied her hair, then her mouth, then gently removed the crotch rope, and put it in her hand to show her how wet she’d made it. When she was properly untied, he held her on the bed as she thanked her Sir, and he kissed the tears from her cheeks.
She wriggled a moment later, and writhed down the bed and took his cock into her warm, wet mouth, loving the half moan, half gasp that escaped from his lips as she swallowed his head. She worked her lips and tongue up every inch of him, loving him with her mouth, then pausing, looking up at him, one hand gripping his cock.
“Please Sir, would you fuck your slut’s ass?” He moaned as her innocent green eyes looked up at him, pleading. He sat up, flipped her over, pushed her legs back over her head, and slid his cock straight into her tight little ass, she squeaked in pain as he drove in hard, but she soon adjusted, and in no time was asking him to fuck his slut harder, and then “Oh, please! Please Sir let your slut cum! Please!” He growled out a ‘Cum!’ and she obeyed, without hesitation or reservation, she came hard, scratching his back, grabbing at the bed, eyes rolled back in ecstasy, he came with her, holding her hips tight, burying himself inside her before they both collapsed on the bed, spent and happy.
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