“Does it hurt?”
“Yes,” she said. “How many more?”
“Just until you’re nice and pink.” Smack. He brought it down hard again, sending shock waves through her flesh.
She closed her eyes tight, trying to block out the sharp, stinging pain.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Yes. Please.”
He rubbed between her legs and she moaned.
“You’re so wet. I don’t think you do want me to stop, do you?”
She shook her head. “No, yes. I don’t know.”
He touched her again between her legs and she pushed against his hand, wanting him to touch her more, harder, to make her come finally.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” she admitted.
“Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes.”
Smack. He hit her hard again, the paddle coming down across her buttocks.
She screamed, flinching away from the paddle. She wondered how much of the redness on her buttocks would show on the film and whether Daniel would keep doing it if he knew he was being filmed.
“I thought you’d like that.” He hit her again three more times, the smacking sound ringing through the apartment.
She felt her buttocks burning, the stinging and the heat in them somehow making her clit hotter too. She rubbed herself against the back of the sofa, wanting him to turn on the clit toy, wanting him to make her come.
“Oh Ruthanne, you really will have to wait. Look at this first. It’s new.” He dangled it in front of Ruthanne’s face. “The man in the shop recommended this for you too once he’d heard all about you.”
She opened her eyes. It was a narrow black paddle, like he’d used on her before.
“Can you see what it says? Can you read it? No I suppose it’s like trying to read in a mirror.”
She could see a word in raised silicone on the face of the paddle.
“It says SLUT. And now it says SLUT all over your backside. Well,” he corrected himself, “Not quite all over. I still have some work to do.”
He touched her bottom gently. Was he tracing over the letters?
He pulled the panties away from her butt, which made the little bullet press tighter against her.
She groaned.
“Don’t move.”
It was difficult not to rub against it. She wanted to come so much.
“Suck on the dildo again. I want your mouth full.”
She stretched her mouth around it again, feeling it fill her mouth.
The blows came down again, each one stinging, making a resounding slapping sound, making her flinch and moan.
He covered each butt cheek and then started on the top of her thighs. This was even more painful and she moved her legs, trying to escape but the spreader bar was holding her legs wide apart.
“You’re a slut. A slut. Look. That’s what it says and you know it’s true.”
“Slut, slut, slut,” he said loudly each time he spanked her.
Then he stopped.
She could tell he was breathing heavily. Was it from exertion or excitement or both?
“Look.” He touched different parts of her bottom. “It’s quite clear you are a slut. I wouldn’t mind getting this permanently branded into you. Or tattooed. How would you feel about that?”
She groaned, trying to say no but just a muffled noise came out. Her mouth was starting to ache now from being so wide for so long.
“You’d prefer branding. Very well. I’ll look into it. But for now, let’s get you around here. Bring the toy. Hold it in your mouth. Now stand up and come round to the table.” He pulled on the cuffs holding her wrists behind her back until she was standing upright.
She held the big black dildo in her mouth, its weight making it swing as she gripped the end of it in her teeth. She moved awkwardly toward the center of the room, aware that her shuffling steps, the word “slut” imprinted all over her buttocks, her breasts falling through the holes in her bra and the huge dildo in her mouth were all being captured on film.
“Good girl, now drop.” He was holding the base of the big dildo and she let it go immediately and closed her mouth, stretching her aching jaw.
“And now let’s see if you can lay an egg.” He rubbed gently between her legs, which were still held wide apart by the bar.
She resisted the urge to press herself against his hand, to show that she wanted him. “What do you mean?”
“Come on little chicken, lay your eggs.”
She stared at him.
“Squeeze. Get them out.” He pulled her chin so she was looking at him, “Or they will stay in there when I put that in you.” He gestured at the enormous dildo she had been stretching her lips around.
“Okay. Okay.” She closed her eyes, trying not to think how she must look, squeezing her muscles together trying to make the eggs pop out. She could feel them moving inside her as she pressed against them trying to make them come out. It didn’t take long and they dropped to the floor.
“Well done. Now a quick drink and then on we go.”
He handed her a full glass of wine and she drank it greedily, dreading what he’d do next but knowing that he would make her come loudly and hard and that it would all be filmed.
“Now. Let’s have you lying back on the coffee table.” He helped her to sit on the edge of it. “I’ll cuff you around this way now.” He unclicked the soft cuffs.
She stretched her shoulders and arms gratefully before he cuffed them again, in front of her this time. Then he laid her back along the length of the table, putting a cushion under her head. Her legs were still wide apart and her buttocks were right at the edge of the table.
“Good. You look very relaxed.”
She felt anything but. She felt open, exposed, vulnerable. What was he going to do to her?
He sat on the edge of the table, his hand roaming her body. He focused on her breasts, squeezing a handful of flesh, watching how his fingers sank into the soft mounds, admiring the imprint of his fingers on her pale flesh.
“You look more naked with this bra on. You should wear bras like this to work. I’d like to think of you at your desk, looking prim and proper but with your nipples and your breasts spilling out, naked under your blouse.” He squeezed one hard as he spoke.
He was using both hands now to pull and tug on her nipples and even though she didn’t want him to touch her, she couldn’t help herself—her nipples hardened and tightened and she felt them prickle and tingle, wanting him to carry on, wanting to be touched, to be pulled, to be squeezed and rolled, wanting to be sucked.
She closed her eyes, remembering when Daniel had sucked long and hard on her nipples. But was it him? Or was it someone else, Jose Luis perhaps, who lowered his head to her breasts and sucked and bit on them, sending waves of electricity down to her crotch?
Daniel was doing something else now, holding one of her nipples really tightly. She opened her eyes and looked down as he fixed a tiny clamp onto her erect nipple. She gasped as it closed. It felt like someone was holding her hard. Then he pulled her breast upward toward her other nipple and fitted a clamp on that one as well, tightening the chain between them until it was very short, pulling her nipples toward each other and squeezing her breasts together.
“The tighter the better, in all things.” He pulled on the chain.
She breathed hard as the chain pulled on the clamps. It felt like someone was pinching her nipples hard and the pulses of desire were flowing into her clit now.
Daniel pulled gently at the chain, watching her nipples move, her breasts move, enjoying the sight.
She panted, groaning with each movement. Each movement was on the edge of pleasure, almost pain but making her clit throb and engorge, making it tender and needy.
“You like it don’t you?”
She shook her head, not wanting to admit it, not wanting to say how close it made her feel to coming.
He dipped his fin
ger in between her legs. “But you are so wet, so ready, so close to coming and this is just making you closer, isn’t it?”
He pulled on the chain, tugging at it hard making her nipples burn and tingle, then he flicked the clit toy remote and it buzzed against her.
She opened her mouth to scream in pleasure or pain—she didn’t know which—and then he stopped.
“So,” he said slowly. “Your body says you do like it. Now let’s see what else. Ah yes.” He picked up the big dildo.
“No,” she said, her eyes wide, knowing it was too big.
“I think so. I think it will go in. And if it doesn’t,” he laughed, “I’ll strap you down to this table and force it until it does.”
“No. Please don’t put that thing inside me. It’s too big.”
“Too big? Not for you, not for a slut. All sluts like big ones. And that includes you.”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Let’s lube it up first.”
She recognized the little bottle. It was more “Fire Power.” He coated the dildo liberally in it.
She felt him press the head of it against her entrance and tensed up.
“No. It’ll hurt if you do that. You have to relax. After all I don’t want to hurt you. Well not too much anyway. Now, let’s try again.” He pushed the head of the dildo against her, using his other hand to spread her wider, to pull her open.
She felt it pushing against her. “No. Daniel, don’t.”
He pulled down the top of her panties and moved the bullet to one side. He opened her lips and flicked at her clit, once twice, three times.
She moaned, wanting him to touch her there, to forget about the dildo and just make her come.
“So shall I stop?”
“Yes,” she said.
He placed a fingertip each side of her clit and rubbed quickly across it.
She tensed up. This would make her come if he carried on.
“I’ll do that again if you’ll just let a little bit—half an inch, nothing really—inside you.”
She groaned as he pressed the dildo hard at her entrance and she felt it edge inside, stretching her wide, pulling at the skin, opening her right up. It was starting to burn too all around the entrance and inside her. She breathed heavily.
“Good.” He pushed on the dildo, still forcing it in. “It’s going in. I knew you could take it.”
Ruthanne felt as though she were too full, like it would burst out of her. The stretching and the burning were intense. “Stop, stop.”
He rubbed his fingers across her clit again, teasing at the hood, brushing it side to side, rubbing it. Now that was heating up too with the lube that was left on his fingers.
She moaned. “Please, Daniel, please.”
“Please stop or please carry on?”
“I don’t know.” She wanted him to touch her but didn’t want any more of the enormous dildo inside her.
“Please stop?” He took his hand away from her clit. It was tingling, burning, needing to be touched. “Or please carry on?” He pressed her clit softly, nudging it from side to side.
“Please carry on,” she whispered and pushed against him, trying to make him touch her.
“No. Not yet.” Then he leaned onto the base of the dildo and she thought she would explode as it slid inside her, pulling her wide, stretching her open, making her feel fuller than she had ever thought possible and filling her with an intense burning warmth. “And a little strap just to keep it in place. I’d hate it to slip out just when you’re enjoying it.”
He fixed something round her waist and under the base of the dildo and it seemed as though the big toy went in even deeper.
She moaned and shifted on the table trying to get comfortable, trying to stop feeling like it was pushing her apart, like it was filling her too full. It was the biggest thing she had ever had inside her. The heat was intense and she moaned again, not sure if the burning sensation was pleasurable or not.
He gave her clit one last flick and replaced the panties, nestling the bullet back between her lips against her clit. He stood back. “Nipple clamps and chain,” he said, pulling it up and down making her moan. “Good. Dildo, good. Clit vibrator.” He flicked the switch on for a millisecond.
She tensed up, the vibrations in her clit suddenly making everything feel good.
“Good. Now what’s missing? Ah, something in your mouth.” He pulled her up the table, his hands under her arms so her head was falling back off the end.
“Daniel, that’s uncomfortable.”
He smiled at her. “It won’t be for long. Just let your head fall back. I’m going to fuck your throat.”
Before she could say anything he’d switched on the massive dildo and it turned and roiled inside her.
She screamed out. It was too big. It was moving too much. It felt like it was alive and huge and hot and unbearable. She twisted and moved on the table trying to get away from it but it was held deep inside her.
Then he pressed another button and it began to vibrate. Not the gentle buzzing of the eggs but as though she were sitting on a washing machine—a hard, intense movement deep inside her, almost shaking her on the table, while the head of it was still turning this way and that, pushing and pressing and moving inside her. She tried to reach down with her cuffed hands to pull it out but she couldn’t reach. “Please take it out of me,” she gasped.
“No. I know you’re enjoying it.”
“No, no,” she cried out, reaching down again with her bound hands.
“I love it when you struggle. There’s nothing nicer than a girl all tied up struggling against what’s going in her, whether she likes it or not.”
He leaned forward and pulled on the chain between her nipples. “Too hard?” His voice took on that tone she knew too well, that tone that said he would be harder and crueler until he came.
She cried out again but he pulled harder on the chain, watching her breasts pull up, held by the tight mouth of the clamps.
“Stop,” shouted Ruthanne, the sensations too much to bear.
“Now how can I stop you making all that noise? I know.” Standing behind her he gripped her head firmly in his hands and she could see his erect cock in front of her mouth. “Suck me. And do it well or I’ll fuck you right down into your throat.”
She opened her mouth and he pushed himself inside. At the same time he finally turned on the bullet, which buzzed and hummed against her tender, swollen clit. The feeling was overwhelming. It added to the tenderness of her nipples, still gripped by the clamps and the incredible feeling of fullness, of heat and movement, of stretching inside her. Now the clit toy was buzzing again it all started to feel good, like she wanted it, like she wanted Daniel to treat her like this.
Daniel was sawing in and out of her mouth, his hands holding her head. He was breathing heavily and she knew he wouldn’t be long. She lashed at him with her tongue, trying not to think how easy it would be for him to force himself all the way into her throat.
The dildo inside her was making her whole body vibrate. It was huge and powerful and strapped in and she couldn’t escape. She twisted and turned on the table but each time she moved the nipple chain pulled on the clamps and tugged and pulled harder at her nipples.
Daniel pushed into her mouth again and the clit toy buzzed and buzzed. She knew she was close now—she knew she was going to come. She needed the clit to push harder against her. She writhed against the dildo and the clit toy kept pulsing.
Then Daniel was reaching down her and smacking at her clit with the paddle, forcing the bullet hard against her, smacking again and again. She knew that this was it. This was sending her over the edge, making her come. With each smack the orgasm grew. Each time he spanked her clit she was nearer and nearer, knowing she was going to come, knowing that nothing could stop it now. He hit her again and again, forcing the buzzing toy hard against her.
Then she was coming and the orgasm pulsed through her, wave after wave, more and more, harde
r and harder each time he spanked the toy hard against her clit, the buzzing pressing into her and grinding into her with each smack. She wanted to cry out, to scream as her body bucked and convulsed, feeling so full, so powerless as the sensations tore through her. Then Daniel was coming too and even as the spunk was coating the back of her throat she was trying to scream out, “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” and he spanked her again and again until she was completely spent.
Finally he pulled out of her mouth and wiped his sticky rod across her face. He leaned over her and flicked the switch on the huge vibrator and turned off the clit bullet. Suddenly it was silent except for the sound of her panting and his heavy breathing.
“I’d like to tie you down and leave you like this until tomorrow or send in a few of my friends to come and use you. But I suppose I had better not, not this time.”
He pulled the nipple chain hard and the clamps pulled off her nipples, making her groan. Then he released the strap holding the huge dildo in her. She squeezed hard and it slid out of her, hitting the floor with a thud.
She breathed deeply. She was sore, she was tired, she was aching but she had never had a better orgasm.
“Look,” said Daniel. “It’s early I know but I have to go. I’ve got a business meeting. Do you mind?”
She said quite honestly that she didn’t mind. She didn’t want to spend the evening with him, making small talk, playacting that he was anything more to her than a big problem. She just wanted to have a bath and relax for a while, enjoying the afterglow and trying to forget what she went through to get there.
“Next week?” said Daniel. “Dinner?”
She nodded, wondering if she’d be able to get out of it, hoping she had enough on tape already.
He unclipped the cuffs on her wrist and she sat up, stretching. Then he took off the spreader bar that telescoped down and folded away.
It felt good to be free again. She stood and moved her legs. She could close them again, at last. She looked down at her ruined outfit.
“I like your clothes like that.” Daniel flashed a smile at her. “But you had better buy some new ones.” He pulled a roll of bills out of his pocket and tossed it down on the table. He gathered up all his things, refilling his flight bag.
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