Oh God, I can't handle it... It's too much. I'm coming... Oh fuck, I'm coming.
I squeezed my eyes shut as the vibrations sent me towards the zenith of my pleasure. My whole body was shaking now. I balled my hands into fists as every muscle of my body tensed up in anticipation. The phone vibrated mercilessly in my pussy. The wetness made it easier to move and it started bouncing every slightly. The beads in my ass shook with it.
I can't... I can't... oh God, here it comes!
“Aaah!” I cried as the orgasm blasted through me. My skin became extra sensitive and I could feel each single strand of my own hair as my follicles tightened up. The rush of pleasure doubled back from my extremities and plunged deep into my womb, reverberating in time with the phone.
Professor Wright pulled the car over and the vibrations stopped. “Rule number four, Slave.”
“I'm sorry, Professor, it's just...AAH!” The phone was ringing again.
“Rule number one, two, three, and four.” He hung up and looked at me with those piercing blue eyes. I shrank back from his gaze apprehensively. “For those violations, you'll be gagged.”
My eyes widened.
“Consider this your first punishment.” He opened the center dashboard and pulled out a ball gag. He gently put the gag in my mouth and I bit down on it as he clicked the band shut. The rubber was hard but yielding. I clenched my jaws slightly and felt a ripple of satisfaction through me.
“For the next few moments, you'll sit absolutely still.” His hand hovered over the call button. “Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Good.” The thumb pressed down and the phone rang before I was even ready. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the intense pleasure threatened to overtake the aftershocks of my previous orgasm.
“Eyes on me, Slave. And obey rule number four.”
I fought to keep my eyes open and focused on His powerful face and piercing blue eyes. I shuddered as the phone rang again and again. At least it'll be a matter of time before it goes to voicemail. My jaws clamped down on the gag as I fought back my cries of pleasure. My knees rubbed against each other.
“Remain still.” He hung up.
I drew in sharp breathes through my nose as I welcomed the bliss of the respite. The shudders of my suppressed orgasm was still running through me. I wanted so desperately to scream but he forbade me from doing so. I begged to come with my tear-stained eyes as I looked at him. He looked away.
“Better.” He pressed his finger to the call button and I was engulfed once more in the vibrations. He plugged the phone into the car jack. The sound of the dial tone drowned out all other noises as he started driving again.
Under the cover of the dial tone, I allowed myself a slight groan. But suddenly, the tone disappeared and the tail of my groan was heard.
“Was I not clear, Slave?”
I tried to say no through the gag. But Professor Wright knew.
“Then why have you disobeyed me again?” The car slowed down slightly as we approached a light. “Your punishment must be more severe now.”
His fingers flew across the phone surface and suddenly my phone vibrated far stronger than before.
He was texting me.
The thing about those mini-music player phones is that their text vibrate is a lot louder—i.e. stronger—and longer than for the call vibrate. A design that I deeply resented right now. The text came one after another without stop. I was shrieking inside. My eyes squeezed shut. My nerves were on fire. Every fiber of my being wanted to tighten, to squeeze, and to seek that sweet sweet release from the delay.
But he did not give me permission to do so.
Again and again, the waves of pleasure crashed into me. But I held my composure. Everymuscle fiber screamed for release but I held it back. It was getting harder and harder to stay rigid. I begged him for release with my eyes, but he still would not look at me.
We drove by another intersection. The phone continued to vibrate inside of me, sending wave after wave of intense pleasure coursing through my body. I can't do it... I'm going to come... Oh God! Here! I!
“Come!” He suddenly bellowed and I was more than happy to oblige. The tension in my body drained all at once as I released the pent up energy in a massive toe-curling orgasm. My back arched up from the seat and were it not for the seat belt holding me back, I might have threw myself into the windshield.
“Well done, Slave. We're here.”
The car pulled into a driveway. It was a small house—typical of most houses in Collegetown. He stepped out of the car and opened my door.
“Follow me.”
The setting sun threw long shadows around us as the earth slowly bled away the heat of the day. I followed Him to the door. When we entered, I saw that all of the lights were on. I felt slightly embarrassed at how exposed I looked under the light. He led me to the center of his living room, drew the blinds, and sat down on a couch.
“Come here.”
His eyes followed my body and rested squarely on my lower abdomen.
“Remove your gag.”
I did as told. My jaw felt like it was about to unhinge when I took the ball out of my mouth.
He pointed at the slight bulge at my lower abdomen. “What is that?”
“Mi—Its...” I looked away slightly. “Toys.”
“Look at me when you address me, Slave. And remember rule number three.”
“It is sorry, Master.”
“Better.”
He motioned me closer and when I approached within arm's reach, his hand reached under my dress and felt between my wet thighs. His fingers brushed against the petals of the flower and an eyebrow raised up.
“What's this?”
“Beads, Master.”
“How many?”
“Twenty, Master.”
“Hike up your dress and spread your legs.”
His hands flew between my legs as soon as the opening was made. They were firm but gentle. The fingers splayed my swollen pussy lips apart, revealing the tip of the condom. In one smooth motion, he yanked the phone out of my pussy. I gasped at the sudden rush and fell to my knees. The soaked condom dangled in front of me but I didn't dare raise my head. I just broke rule number four. He leaned down into my ear and whispered.
“Have you been pleasuring yourself, Slave?”
I looked up with doleful eyes at him. “Y-Yes, Master.”
His warm breath tickled my neck as his other hand wrapped around the petals of the rose on my asshole. “Twenty beads, you said?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I have to credit you, Slave. I underestimated you. But no matter.” He pressed my stomach to his leg as his hand pushed back against the rose. The beads squeezed and bumped into each other inside of me but could not exit. His other hand flew down and pressed at my waist and tears welled from my eyes at the pain and pleasure that fought inside of me.
“No tears, Slave.”
“Yes, Master.”
I was a servant to my Master's will. His pleasure will be mine. I couldn't cry. I won't cry. His hand rubbed me relentlessly. Each small circle it drew sent harsh ripples through my body. He balled his fist in my hair and yanked my head up. With a dark smile on his face, he grabbed the rose and started to tug.
The large bead came out with a plop and I felt a wave of release wash over my body. It was amazing. But that feeling was temporary as his leg drove further up against my body and the discomfort returned. I whimpered as another bead came out. My body was quickly adjusting to the sensation when he suddenly gave a hard yank and pulled the full string of beads out at once.
I tensed up as the sudden rush of relief punched through my guts. My eyes rolled back and I collapsed into his arm again.
He yanked my hair back so that I stared into his piercing blue eyes. “Are you ready to begin, Slave?”
“Yes, Master.”
*****
Chapter 3
He yanked me by my hair to his basement. A ligh
t was flipped on and the dim space became as bright as day. The solid concrete walls looked soundproof. I had a feeling that they were. Ropes and cuffs dangled from the rafters as well as the floor. A wooden chair was tucked away in a corner.
"As you can see, Slave, this chamber is equipped with all the necessary implements for discipline. Are you ready?"
I nodded.
He gave me a hard yank. "I need you to speak, Slave."
"I, It, It is ready, Master."
Without another word, he turned me in his grip so that my ass rubbed up against him. His hands hiked up my sundress to reveal my dripping wet pussy. Bending me over his leg, he squatted down and gave my ass a few good smacks before turning me up agaisnt his body again.
"Do you feel my cock, Slave?"
"Yes, Master."
He pushed his hips forward. The heat of his cock burned through his jeans and my bare ass. "Do you want it inside of you?"
"Yes, Master."
He started grinding his hips against mine. The rough fabric of his jeans grated against my sensitive pussy and my legs trembled again.
"Say you want it."
"It wants your cock, Master." I whimpered.
"Louder."
"It wants your cock, Master!" I managed a slight shout as he grabbed my hands and pulled them back. His hips continued to grind against me.
"Louder!"
"It wants your cock, Master!" I screamed and he released my hands, letting me fall onto all fours.
Hand still grabbing my hair, he spanked my ass. The sound bounced and echoed in the basement and I grimaced each time his hand came down.
He stood up and led me by my hair, forcing me to crawl after him. As he moved faster and faster, I had trouble keeping up. My knees scraped against the hard floor and I gasped at the pain. But my Master was not yet finished. He stopped me in the middle of the floor and pulled me back up to sitting position.
"Pinch your nipples."
I looked at him uncertainly.
"Was I not clear, slave? Pinch your nipples."
Slowly, my hand moved over the fabric of my dress and seized my breasts. My fingers wrapped around my sensitive nipples and pinched, sending tiny waves of pain fluttering across my skin that left trailing wakes of pleasure behind.
"Harder!" He commanded.
My fingers tightened around my nipple. Bursts of pain flared up and the pleasure intensified.
His hand dipped between my legs and slipped inside of my pussy. Those rough fingers dug inside of me and I fought back the moan that was surfacing again.
"Stop. Turn around."
I turned around and he pressed his pants to my face. "Kiss my cock."
I leaned forward and put my lips against his cock through the clothes. The warmth excited me. I loved how his cock throbbed and grew from my kisses. But just as quickly as the blissful moment came, he pulled away and looked at me.
"Take off your dress." His voice was as rough as gravel. I stripped away the gossamer thin garment in seconds and threw it to the side.
"Open your mouth."
I grew excited. The thought of taking him inside of my mouth made my pussy water again. But instead of his cock, I received the ball gag. The sound of the latches clicking shut sent my heart into overdrive as I thought about what he was about to do to me.
He knelt down and thrust a buzzing vibrator into my hands. "Make yourself come."
My eyes widened when I saw the the vibrator. It was absolutely massive! I hesitated for a moment and he barked. “What are you waiting for, Slave? Make yourself come!”
I pushed the vibrator against my wet aching pussy and felt as if my whole body was vibrating. The sensations were beyond intense and I moaned like a madwoman touched by the angels.
“Faster!” He barked again and my hands quickened their pace.
My brain was awash in white blinding light as the pleasure filled me. He stepped in front of me again.
“Jack me off while you make yourself come.” He unzipped his pants and let his cock roll out. My hand barely formed around his massive cock and I closed my eyes, fantasizing about it pumping inside of me.
There was a drop of pearly pre-cum glistening at the tip of his cock. Slowly spreading it over the head, I started moving my hand up and down his shaft. He shifted so that I was forced to reach behind me. My hand around the vibrator slackened.
He yanked at my hair. “Do not stop, Slave. Make yourself come!”
It was harder and harder to keep track of both my hands. As I pushed the vibrator deeper inside of me, the strength ebbed away from my other hand and I loosened my grip.
“Keep going, Slave!”
“It is sorry...” I mumbled through the gag as my hands matched each others' motions again. But no matter how hard I tried, one hand always ended up weaker than the other. The vibrator buzzed and I suddenly shuddered. Another orgasm was coming.
“Where are you, Slave? Pump!” He tugged on my hair again as the orgasm erupted from inside of me. I let loose a loud cry and bent forward, struggling to breathe.
He pulled my hand away and watched me as I gasped and coughed on the hard floor. When I had finally gathered myself, he said. “Put the chair in the center of the room and sit down.”
When I sat down on the chair, he said. “Spread your legs. Put your hands above your head.”
I looked at him apprehensively and waited for my next orders. He opened my legs further and pushed them up until I was on my toes. Then, he pulled my hips forward while pushing my head back so that I was half leaning on the hard wooden chair.
“This next part ought to be simple, Slave. Stay still. Do not move.”
Stay still? I can do that. But after just a few minutes, my muscles started to grow tired from holding the position. But Professor Wright remained still. He stared right at me as he took his massive cock in his hand and started stroking it. The sight of the red-purple head pumping seductively through his clenched fist made me wet and I wanted to touch myself. He muttered as he quickened his stroke.
“Do you want me inside you, Slave? Is this what you're looking for?”
“Yes, Sir.” I nodded.
“Very well. You may relax.”
I let my limbs fall down by my side and slumped in the chair. Sweat covered my body and I became extremely tired.
His fingers cupped around my chin and his voice rasped at my ear. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, Master!” I gasped. Was I ready? His cock... it's so big... will it fit?
But there was no time to think. He bent me over the chair and started wrapping ropes around my ankles and arms, immobilizing me to the chair.
“You've had an interesting day, haven't you, Slave?” His voice was silky smooth again, but I could sense the danger looming underneath the surface and I shuddered in the chair.
I nodded.
“Don't worry, fun's not over yet.”
He bent down and ran his finger across my lips. “You are a beautiful creature, Slave. Those soft, delicious lips.”
His finger traced the outside of the gag. “Your jaw's tired, isn't it?”
I nodded enthusiastically and mumbled 'Master' behind the gag. He smiled and suddenly, he was my professor again and not my Master.
“Well, let's get that off.” Click. Click. And just like that, the ball gag dropped to the floor, taking with it a line of my saliva.
“But let's not keep you too comfortable. I hate to waste your time, Slave.” He stood in front of me. The head of his cock throbbed and teased my face.
“Well? You wanted it, didn't you? Or should I take it away?”
“No, Master! It... It wants your cock, Master.”
He seized my hair in his fist and whispered, letting the words bounce off the walls. “Then it shall reach for it.”
Craning my neck, I stretched forward to touch his cock—even if it was just a tiny lick. Just a single lick would be enough! My tongue pushed out to its full length but still I can't reach him. The heat
of his cock throbbed so close to me. I could feel it on my tongue but I can't quite taste it. The musky scent filled my nostrils and I rocked against my restraints as I reached out for the cock again.
“Do you want my cock, Slave?”
“Yes, Master! It wants your cock!”
“Then why hasn't It touched my cock?”
Was he toying with me? I looked him dead in the eyes and said. “Because you haven't given your cock to it yet, Master.”
“Good answer. It seems that you're learning.” He stroked my face and coaxed my mouth open. He leaned forward and the full length of his cock filled my mouth all the way to the back of my throat. His hand rested on the back of my head, pushing me forward with every thrust from his hips. The musky scent grew stronger and I swallowed the mixture of saliva and salty pre-cum.
He pushed his hips forward and my throat closed up in reflex as I gagged.
“Relax your throat. Say Ahh.”
I did as he was told and he groaned appreciatively as my throat's vibrations massaged his cock. He grabbed hold of my head and I knew what was to come but was still taken by surprise as he started fucking my throat.
The head of his cock slammed against the back of my throat again and again. I fought back waves of my own gag reflex. A few coughs burst forth and he pulled out, leaving me gasping in the chair.
“What's wrong? Was that too much?”
“N-No, Master.”
“Then why did you cough?”
“It doesn't know.”
“Remember rule number five!”
He walked behind me and grabbed my hips. He rubbed the head of his cock against my wet pussy. The heat seared across my nether-regions and I moaned slightly.
“You like that, Slave? Do you want my cock inside of you?”
“Yes, Master! It wants your cock inside of it!”
He squeezed my ass and smacked the soft white flesh, leaving behind a red handprint. A hand yanked back on my hair as he entered me, pushing himself deep inside of me. The massive cock started hammering inside of my tiny pussy, scorching me with every stroke. I had thought the intensity of the cellphone and beads was powerful but this, this was a new breed of strength that pumped through me. Every nerve on my body was lit on fire. My skin crawled. My hair stood on end. His fist still kept my head back as his hips slammed into mine. The chair thudded on the floor as he fucked me, harder and harder.
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