by JJ Argus
His fingers against me were … skilled, and my body was thrumming with excitement and heat to begin with. I felt the heat deepening and spreading, and saw how flushed my face was in the mirror. And how the flush was moving down to my chest as I simply stood there and let a strange man masturbate me!
I tried to show no response but the muscles in my lower belly began to flinch, to spasm, and my hips began to jerk helplessly as the pleasure grew more intense.
He stopped, though, and instead drew my arms back behind me to lock the restraints together. That sent a dark tide of heat and anxiety through me again!
He took my arm in a firm grip and led me into the apartment, then over to a sofa. He sat and I was startled as he pulled me down across his lap on my belly. His hand moved over my body, gliding along my skin, caressing my buttocks, then slipping between my thighs to finger me again.
I moaned helplessly as a large warm finger penetrated me and slid deep. DEEP! My hips jerked back and I gulped in air as the heat grew to sweltering levels.
“Are you a bad girl?” he asked.
What?! I moaned and tried to think.
“Y-Yes, sir!” I gasped.
Crack!
I winced at the sharp slap to my bottom.
“What happens to bad girls?” he asked.
His fingers were pumping slowly in and out of me and I was starting to feel a sense of submission, of sinking, of floating along on a liquid tide of heat.
Crack!
“Answer me, Slave.”
“I...I'm...they... get... punished?”
Crack!
“Yes. Isn't that the way things ought to be?”
I opened my mouth and froze as his finger slid almost all the way out, then pushed in again – thicker. It was almost as thick as a cock, if not a huge one. I realized after a moment that it was his thumb, because I felt his other fingers starting to rub against my clitoris.
Crack!
“Isn't it, Slave?”
“Yes, sir!”
“I want you to beg me to spank you.”
Shit! Whoa! This was so kinky!
Crack!
“Beg, slave.”
Please spank me, Sir!” I gasped.
And that's what he began to do. His big hand came slapping down against my bottom again and again. It hurt! Every blow sent a sharp, stinging jolt of pain through my buttocks, followed by a surge of heat that grew with each blow! I moaned and whimpered and wriggled helplessly, but he continued, his hand turning my bottom hot and red!
He paused, his thumb sliding in between the sopping lips of my sex, pumping in and out as his fingers rubbed my clitoris, and that brought a fresh surge of heat from within. Then he resumed his spanking, his other hand roughly gripping my hair to hold me in place when I wriggled and twisted too much!
This was a serious spanking! This wasn't just the occasional slap! My bottom was on fire and I began to cry out at each new blow as the stinging grew more intense!
“Please!” I cried.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Please! Sir!” I cried.
“You're a bad girl,” he said, continuing his spanking. Bad girls are punished.”
I didn't know what to do! My mind was immersed in a dark, thrilling sense of being a slave, of being tied up and used by a strong man for sex! But my bottom was starting to hurt terribly as he kept spanking me! I wanted him to stop spanking me! But I didn't want this... this... slave thing to stop!
I cried out, gasping and moaning, and then whimpering as the pain mounted and his hand continued to slap my bare bottom.
“Are you a bad girl?” he asked sternly.
“Y-Y-Y-Yessss, sirrr!” I moaned.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Beg me to spank you harder.”
Oh fuck! Oh no! I wanted him to stop!
“Beg me to spank harder, slave,” he growled.
“Please spank me harder, Sir!” I half sobbed.
He did just that, and my cries became louder as his hand really smacked against my bottom! It felt as if my skin was on fire as tears filled my eyes.
“Are you a slave?” he asked.
I whimpered and moaned and sniffled helplessly, and then cried out as he jerked back on my hair.
“Are you?”
“Y-Yes, Sirrrr!” I moaned.
“Say it.”
“I'm... I'm a slave, sir!”
“What do slaves do?”
“They... submit to their master, sir!”
“Are you prepared to show your submission, Slave?”
“Yes, sir!” cried desperately.
“Very well.”
Chapter Ten
He released my hair and lifted me off his lap. He put me on my knees on the floor before him, then opened his trousers and drew out a semi-hard cock.
I didn't need any orders on what to do, and eagerly leaned forward. The sooner we got to the real sex part the sooner he'd stop spanking my burning bottom!
He gripped my hair again, wrapping it around his fist, and then guided me onto the head of his cock. I moaned around it, sucking instantly, my tongue licking hard and fast.
He jerked back on my hair.
“Delicately, Slave.”
He guided me in again, and I sucked more softly, bobbing up and down, going deeper as his cock hardened into a quite thick and lengthy spear of flesh. I moaned as I slid down all the way to the base and held there, heart pounding, then slid back up again.
He pushed me back and pulled his pants off entirely, then, still holding my hair, he guided me into licking gently at his inner thighs, then at his balls, then taking them into my mouth to suck and massage with my tongue.
I licked up the length of his cock like an ice cream cone, then swallowed it, bobbing up and down as he looked down at me. I moaned as he reached for my left breast, squeezing and kneading it, and felt his fingers rubbing against my erect nipple.
He pulled me off, then and pushed me back.
“Turn and put your face against the floor.”
I blinked and then obeyed, panting, licking my lips as I leaned forward until my head was against the floor. I sensed and heard him dropping to his knees behind me, then felt his hands on my thighs, jerking them apart. He gripped my chest and pulled it back so my belly was in tighter against my thighs.
I felt his cock rubbing up and down along the line of my sex, causing hot, throbbing surges of pleasure and passion. He rubbed the spit-wet head of his cock against my clitoris again and again so that my hips began to grind, then pushed himself into me slowly, but deeply.
His hands seized my hips, and he began to pump. His hands shifted. One gripped my bound wrists, the other my hair, roughly jerking my head back. Then he began to thrust harder, deeper. I gasped and moaned. His cock ached, but the heat was flaring hotter and wilder.
His hips began to hit my buttocks, and he started to jerk back on my hair every time he thrust into me, sending a sharp little stab of bright pain into the flaming bonfire of heat gripping my body.
This was like before! I was completely helpless! I had nothing to do or think about! All I had to do was just let my mind float and feel the heat and sensations pouring through me! He jerked back harder on my wrists too, enough to pull my shoulders up off the floor.
That relieved the pressure on my breasts, but also left them free to swing and wobble as he thrust harder, as he jerked on my body and then hammered it with his.
The orgasm exploded from deep inside me with such force I cried out all the air in my lungs! It seized my body in a hugely powerful flare of something way too intense to just be called pleasure! It was rapture! I trembled and shook even aside from the hard, rough fucking he was giving me, as my mind was swamped with raw sensation.
Through it all his hard cock punched deep into my belly, the head kind of jamming against the back wall of my pussy to add another level of deep, throbbing ache to the howling pleasure storm engulfing me.
It left me
dazed, and with my face against the floor as he released my hair and wrists. I felt his pumping slowing and figured he had come, but I was wrong, for he never got soft. He pulled out, though, and I just knelt there panting, chest heaving, and twitching with the aftermath of that fantastic orgasm.
Then he undid the restraints from each other and was walking away. That confused me. He had his pants back on, too. Was he done? And just walking away? That seemed... rude. He could have at least said something.
I pushed myself back up onto my knees and combed my tangled hair back from my face, looking down the length of my flushed body. Then I looked up at he returned, a belt in hand. That made me anxious at first, thinking he was going to strap me, but when he came over to me it was to clip the belt to the big ring dangling from the front of the collar.
“Come, Slave.”
He jerked on the strap... and I was yanked forward to land on all fours. Then he started to walk away, tugging on the... leash. I was bewildered, at first, and then when I realized I felt a wave of outrage followed by a dark flood of heat! OMG!
I crawled across the floor like some kind of animal! On a leash! He led me down the hall and into the bedroom. It was a huge bedroom, one I would have been terribly impressed by if I wasn't occupied with the excitement churning inside me.
“Get up on the bed and kneel at the edge,” he said.
I did as he ordered.
“Face down.”
I gulped and obeyed.
“Spread your legs, like before. Now reach back and grasp your ankles in your hands. That's it, and hold that position. Do not turn around or otherwise move.”
God, so arrogant! So outrageous! But then this wasn't some sort of romantic get together where people said charming things to one another. This was something entirely different.
He was taking off his clothes behind me, and I trembled in rising anticipation. This was so kinky and hot! Okay, yes, it was totally degrading to any sense of feminist equality. I was positioned in the most obvious way possible and then just told to wait for when he decided to use my body!
And I was doing it!
“Have you ever been sodomized?” he asked.
I gulped.
“Y-Yes, sir.”
“Good. You have a gorgeous ass. It would be a crime to not let men use it. Do you know how to loosen your muscles, to not clamp down on a man's cock as it slides deep into your belly?”
Wow! So graphic!
“I uhm... no,” I gulped.
Crack!
I gasped.
“Sir,” he said.
“No, sir!”
He snorted, then moved to the side. I saw him in my peripheral vision and shifted my head slightly. Oh wow! God, what a body! It was even better than Jason! His cock was semi-hard, and I gulped and jerked my head back when he turned around.
He returned to stand behind me and I felt his fingers at my pussy. Then I felt myself being penetrated. It wasn't his cock, I quickly realized, but it was quite thick, and cool to the touch. It was slippery already, and it slid deep into my pussy.
And then it began to vibrate!
I moaned as I felt it quivering inside me. I gasped as I felt his finger against my back opening. It was oily and slick and pushed slowly down inside me.
“Empty your mind, focus on not allow your muscles to squeeze down,” he said. “If you can overcome your gag reflex you can do this. It's considerably easier.”
He pumped his finger in and out, twisting it around, pulling it free, then penetrating me again and again as the vibrator buzzed against my pussy
“Would you like me to fuck you in the ass, Slave?”
“Y-Yes, sir!” I moaned.
“Beg.”
“Please fuck me in the ass, sir!”
“Are you offering me your body, Slave?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Say it.”
“I... I'm offering you my body, Sir!”
“Are you submitting to me?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Say it.”
“I submit to you, sir!”
I felt his finger slid out then the thick, spongy head of his cock pushing against me. It was wider, of course, thicker, and I moaned as he pushed it forward, then back, forward then back, slowly working it into my body. Suddenly he slapped my bottom hard and at the same time pushed deeper.
I gasped and moaned, fighting to keep myself open for him, and clutching my ankles tightly as he worked his way deeper. He slapped my bottom several more times, as if to break my body free of its urge to clamp down on him. It worked, and he moved deeper and deeper to the point I started to feel a strange sort of cramping deep inside!
I felt him combing my hair back, then pulling it into a thick chunk. I gasped as he pulled my head up and back firmly. My wrists weren't locked together this time, but I had to hold my ankles!
He pumped slowly at first, letting my body get used to the feel of his cock moving inside it. Slowly he worked himself up, fucking harder, his cock driving deep inside me until his hips hammered against my buttocks again.
Another orgasm tore through me, and I cried out, my mouth forced open wide by the pull on my scalp anyway, as his hips slapped against my bottom and his cock impaled me with every deep stroke. This was all so wild and slutty and hot that I was in a fever heat, wallowing in pleasure!
I came again, and then again, my hips twisting and jerking and bucking back against him as the vibrator buzzed inside my pussy and his big cock kept slicing deep into my ass! God, it felt insane! It didn't stop, either, not until he'd come, and even then my body was still trembling from the vibrator.
He went into the bathroom and washed himself, then emerged wearing a black robe.
He removed the vibrator, picked up the leash, and jerked and I rose onto all fours, then slid off the bed. Again I had to crawl, back down the hall and into the kitchen this time. There I had to kneel, sitting on my heels with my knees stretched wide, my hands behind my neck and back arched.
He made dinner, but didn't speak, nor was I permitted to. He sat a plate of food on the floor, then and I had to eat it like an animal, without using my hands! Yikes! Sick! Scary hot sick! I licked food of the plate, with my breasts pressed against the floor, my ass in the air and legs spread wide!
After dinner he brought me to the bathroom and I had to go in front of him! Boy was that embarrassing! He brought me into the shower and cleaned me, without me being allowed to do anything or say anything. He even brushed my teeth and my hair!
He had me wear a pair of soft white silk gloves which went all the way up past my elbows. Then he put a pair of white silk stockings on my legs. He fastened metal restraints around both ankles and legs, and replaced the leather collar with a metal one!
Then I had to call him 'master' instead of 'sir'! Fuck!
I spent much of the evening chained spreadeagled on his bed while he tormented me and made my body burn with heat. He had all sorts of toys to use on me, from various kinds of vibrators and dildos, to pinwheels, candles, feathers and ice. But the most effective were probably his mouth and his fingers.
I came so often I begged him to stop. My muscles had spasmed so many times they were on fire! My mind was dazed, shell-shocked, unable to cope with the continuing avalanche of pleasure!
After that he lay naked on the bed, and I had to lick and kiss and suck every inch of his body! My mouth got him erect again, then I mashed my breasts against him, sliding them back and forth, squeezing his cock between them until he finally told me to climb atop.
I straddled and rode him as his big hands kneaded my breasts. Then he jerked me down and rolled atop me. Soon he had my ankles pressed back against the bed on either side of my head as he pounded his cock into me with savage speed and force!
It hurt. But I didn't care. It was wonderful! I was in rapture! And I came again and again!
I was his!
I hadn't made any conscious decision to that effect. I just knew I would do whatever he told
me to do!
That included withdrawing from college. Oh my parents put up a fuss, of course, though in a way they were happy at me not going to Texas A&M. I said I needed to take a year off to find myself, and that pleased their liberal hearts.
Then I got a job working as his personal assistant. He never used my name. He called me 'slave', or variations on that. Even when he introduced me to other men... and women.. who he let use my body.
But I never went a day without multiple orgasms, without the hot thrill of the darkest, most exciting passion and pleasure and heat!
College can wait. I need to find out who I am, of course. And if I'm a slave, well, who needs college?
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Molly's Black Master (Molly's Black Masters series)
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Working For the Smiths
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