by Golden Angel
“An anal orgasm,” he informed her. She gasped as he leaned into her, his half-hard cock pressing into as he kissed her shoulders.
“That was amazing,” she said.
After Michael pulled out of her ass he popped the butt plug in, and Diane held his cum in her ass for the rest of the day.
*****
Days and then weeks passed as they worked together. Michael was constantly surprising her. One day he had her come into his office just before lunch, stripped her naked and put her on his desk with her legs spread wide, pussy at the edge of the desk, her hands on the other edge of the desk as she leaned back, making herself completely open and vulnerable to him. Then he sat in his chair and buried his face in her pussy, eating her for lunch. On days when she had light work he would have her under his desk, blowing him after her work had been completed. He continued exposing her to Juan at his whims, and she started to enjoy it. Michael never let Juan touch her, but he seemed to like showing her off and giving the other man a peep show, and Diane felt sexy as Michael displayed her and the men admired her charms.
Most nights they went to Michael’s house. A couple of times he came back to her apartment with her, a completely nerve-wracking experience. When he made room for her in his closet and moved a dresser into the bedroom for her use Diane felt her heart expand with feeling. Although he wasn’t very vocal about his feelings, his actions showed plenty of consideration or her and she could tell that he was as attached to her as she was to him. True to his word, no other women came to him unless it was strictly business.
When she was bad, he punished her. And sometimes she found herself being bad or not finishing all her work on purpose. Never anything important. Just enough to be noticed and require discipline.
Chapter 8
After several months Diane felt like everything in her life was finally coming together, she felt happier than she had in a long time, and really content with herself and her life. Michael wasn't what she thought she'd wanted in a man, but maybe he was what she really had needed. Looking at him across the dinner table, a meal that he’d made for her, she felt like she could live like this forever, the lack of real control in her life was almost comforting.
Dinner ended and he led her to the basement. There he cuffed her wrists together and attached them to a hook hanging from the ceiling, a small penis-gag was placed in her mouth, and then he cuffed her ankles to a spreader bar. Completely open and vulnerable, Diane watched him with complete trust in her eyes. She didn't even question whether or not she was about to be punished, if she was there'd be a reason for it. But Michael smiled at her when everything was in place.
"Good girl." The feeling of accomplishment that ran through Diane was like a rush of pleasure, she felt proud that she hadn't resisted or questioned a single thing that he'd done to her. Michael took a pair of nipple clamps and clipped them onto her already hard nipples, tightening them enough to make her gasp behind the gag. The pain shot straight to her pussy and she moaned with contentment.
Michael pulled her favorite light rubber whip off the wall and began slowly slapping all over her body, firmly but not harshly. The ends of the whip curled around her like sharp caresses, her skin starting to turn pale pink - especially on her breasts and ass - but without causing any real pain. Becoming more localized, the hits started to focus on her ass, breasts, and then her pussy, and she moved her hips in time to the slaps.
Panting for breath, she realized that she was dripping wet as the rubber ends slapped into her pussy, the spreader bar allowed the strands to hit along her out and inner lips, occasionally pressing against her clit. Impact and sounds increased as Michael continued, he moved behind her completely, allowing the ends of the whip to wrap around her breasts, hitting the nipple clamps squarely, and her nipples ached with desire. Wet juices sprayed her breasts, the nectar from her pussy coated the length of the whip strands and were being transferred to her upper body. The heady musky smell filled her nostrils and aroused her even further.
More slaps between her legs landed, the ends trailing directly across her clit, and she jumped and writhed with her need for an orgasm. It seemed as though she would hit her climax soon, just from the impact of the whip. Just at the brink of no return, Michael stopped whipping her... she hung over the edge of a cliff, tense with anticipation and despair at the lack of pressure.
Suddenly Michael used a crop on her from behind, three hard hits straight up between her legs, hitting her inner labia and her clit directly. Pain exploded through her pussy as her orgasm crashed into her like a train wreck, the pain amplifying the pleasure and she vibrated like a harp string as she came gloriously.
Finally, slowly, the energy ran out of her and she came down from the high, dull pain throbbed in her pussy and her breasts as her endorphins drained away. Then she felt Michael positioning himself behind her and she groaned in discomfort as his thick long cock began pushing insistently between her pussy lips, stretching her brutalized cunt. Letting her head fall back onto his shoulder, she panted as her body adjusted to the intruder, the beating her pussy had taken made his dick feel even bigger as he pushed through her sore folds. Looking down, she could see his large black hands moving up her stomach to caress her red breasts, squeezing them gently - even so, small jots of sharp pain needled her at his touch, and her nipples felt so engorged and sore that she was almost afraid they'd pop under the pressure of the nipple clamps.
Moving powerfully Michael began to fuck her from behind, using her aching breasts for leverage as he pumped his thick meat in and out of her abused pussy. She panted, moaned and whimpered behind the gag, helpless to even make the position easier on her body; he was moving quickly and forcefully, making her body bounce with each powerful thrust. It was an incredible scene of lust and pain, as he moved one hand down to her pussy, pinching and twisting her already abused clit, while his other hand began tugging rhythmically on the chain connecting her nipple clamps. Tears collected in Diane's soft brown eyes as the pain and pleasure intermingled until she didn't know where one ended and the other began; Michael was forcing her towards a second, more painful, orgasm.
When he felt his balls begin to tighten before his own climax, he thrust hard up into her one last time, pinching her clit almost cruelly between his fingers and pulling the nipple clamps viciously off her chest. The pain shot through her breasts as blood rushed back to her tortured nipples, and her pussy began spasming in orgasmic relief, shaking her entire body as she came; her writhing and muffled screams brought Michael completely off, and he emptied his entire load into her pulsing pussy.
They stayed here, Michael’s arms wrapped around her as Diane hung quivering in the bonds, her pussy shivering with the recoils of her ravishment. His fingers released her clit and massaged it gently, drawing a final gasp of orgasm from her tender flesh. As she relaxed against him, Michael let her go and bent down to undo her ankles.
Without Michael's body supporting her, Diane sagged in her bonds as he released her ankles, then her mouth, and her wrists; she fell into his arms, completely exhausted and drained of all energy. Gently, he lowered her to her knees, holding her upper body up so that she came face to face with his dick, covered in their combined juices. Tiredly but determinedly she began to lick his cock and balls, cleaning him with her mouth. It was slow and it took awhile but he was patient with the tired girl as she completed her task without any real prompting from him. As soon as he was clean he let her sag down.
Slumped, Diane was completely exhausted, barely aware of her surroundings, most of her attention was on her poor sex organs, red and burning with dull, throbbing pain that nonetheless kept her aroused despite her drained state. She closed her eyes in contentment of everything that had just happened, and wondered if she'd ever be really satisfied with "normal" sex again. Michael's footsteps approached her again and she forced herself to open her eyes and straighten up a bit, so that she could look at him.
His dark face looked down at her, pleased and yet somehow foreboding, "Posi
tion Three." Slowly, struggling to make her body obey, she put her ankles together, spread her knees and leaned carefully back on her arms. Right now the position presented her red breasts and leaking pussy to him, giving him the best possible view of the completion of their recent encounter. Blinking hazily at him, she realized that he was smiling, very pleased now, and had a box in his hands. He opened the box and pulled out a shining silver delicate chain with a heart dangling from the center of it, her name engraved in scrolling letters.
"Do you know what this is Diane?" His voice sounded almost hesitant, unsure for the first time.
Diane had never felt more sure in her life, "Yes Master."