Laughing at her, he said, "Get those hands out of the way," then swatted her again, this time low enough to catch her thighs.
Silk jumped at the last swat but remained in place. She gritted her teeth and steeled herself.
Noting the look of determination on her face, Michael surprised her and swatted her pussy. Not hard like he did her ass, just enough to get her attention. He then turned and grabbed something else off the dresser.
The swat on her pussy stung but it did more then that. It renewed her lust for Michael. It also caused her to get really wet.
Michael hadn't noticed yet her wetness as he showed her what he had grabbed. Showing her the nipple clamps he then used the bat and slapped her nipples then clamped them on to her hardened nipples. Silk moaned a low moan and Michael's attention was brought to between her legs. He could see the wetness forming there so he reached out a finger and slid it between her lips. He grazed her clit when he did this and it caused Silk to hiss a labored breath.
"You like that?" He asked as he continued to finger her for a minute or two.
"Yes Master," She hissed and pressed her pussy into his hand.
Michael teased for a moment more then pulled his hand away. Silk gave a slight whine at the absence of his finger. This earned her a slap on the ass and Michael's wet finger shoved in her mouth.
As she sucked it clean, Michael commented on how wet she was. Once it was clean Michael pulled his finger free of her mouth and pulled on the chain that connected her nipples. He tugged to get a reaction, and then he swatted her ass a few times.
Michael teased her off and on for a while by alternating between slapping her ass and thighs to an occasional slap on her pussy. He would also tug on her chain and even slapped her breasts a few times with the bat. Finally his cock was hard again, so he ordered her down. Using the bat one last time he swatted her ass five times as hard as he dared in succession until she was ready to struggle again. He then climbed up behind her and shoved a finger into her tight pussy once again.
He found her drenched like he knew he would and so he lost no time. Removing his hand from her pussy, he reached down and shoved his finger in her open mouth and as she started to suck it, he thrust into her deeply. Silk moaned around his finger.
Michael pulled his finger from her mouth and began to thrust in and out of her. Grabbing her pinned arms, he used then as leverage and gave it to her hard. Within moments Silk was begging to cum. Michael allowed her to cum as he kept up his assault on her prone body. When she recovered from her orgasm, Michael lifted one leg up and balanced on one knee and his foot. This made his thrusts even deeper. Next he wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her whole body up to his.
As he continued to thrust in and out of her, he spoke, "Your mine, you know that? All mine."
Silk squeaked out a yes Master. She felt like she was going out of her mind. Michael had never been so rough, but instead of being scared, Silk was turned on like crazy. She was also so wet.
Michael kept her body pulled up to his as he fucked her deeply. Silk was moaning loudly. He pulled her neck to his mouth and bit her hard. Then to ease the pain he sucked a little and licked at the wound. He then grabbed her shoulders; still holding her up her pounded her hard. She begged for another orgasm, which he allowed.
Silk came like crazy and felt another one coming on as Michael gripped the back of her neck and shoved her down onto her arms. He continued to pound her for a few minutes then stopped and stood up over her. He climbed up over her body and when she turned to see what he was doing he grabbed her by the hair and forced his cock into her mouth. She turned and sucked on him for as long as he would allow.
This proved to be only minutes before he pulled out of her mouth and pushed her back on her knees. He lowered himself back down her body and this time on both feet he entered her and began to pound her once again. He also snaked an arm around her neck and pulled her head back to his face as he fucked her.
"You like this slave?" he asked. Not waiting for an answer he said, "You like to be fucked like a whore?"
Not knowing what to say, he had never called her a whore before Silk answered, "Yes Master, please fuck me harder."
Michael obliged her through another orgasm then he decided to switch. He wanted her tight asshole, so he pulled out and shoved her top half down on the bed again. He got off the bed to find some lube because he knew she needed it, he couldn't just shove in like he had done with Syndee. He also grabbed a small viberator before climbing back on the bed.
Silk stayed there, ass up in the air wondering what he was doing. Then she knew when she felt something cold hit her asshole. Michael was going to take her ass.
Michael climbed back up on the bed behind her on his knees. He then pointed his cock at her pink hole and began to shove into her tight ass. He felt Silk try and relax to allow him entry so he reached around her and touched the vibrator to her pussy. He turned it on as he reached around. Silk instantly loosed up and with a moan from both of them, Michael slid all the way in.
"Yes," Michael hissed. "That's it take it like the whore you are." Michael told her as he began to slide in and out of her ass.
Silk felt another orgasm approaching and begged for it. Michael allowed it as it aided in his pursuit of his own orgasm. When he took Silk anally and allowed her to cum from it, it was incredible. Her ass squeezed his cock; no milked it was a better word.
Seeing that her arms were still pinned, Michael released them. "Use your hands and push back into me slave. Make me cum," He ordered.
Silk did as he ordered and put her hands down next to her head and then pushed her body weight back into Michael's thrusts. Silk was out of her mind at this point. While he had never been this rough on her, she couldn't really say she didn't like it. He had turned her on like no other and she now knew that no other could do this to her.
Michael reclaimed her attention once again as he dropped the vibrator and pulled her up by her shoulders against his chest again. He noticed the nipple clamps were still on so he pulled the chain hard. He liked the way she responded when he clamped her nipples.
Silk's nipples felt so sore but the pain wasn't hurting her, it was sending signals straight to her core and making her what him to hurt them more. The way he was thrusting into her told her he was about to cum.
He growled in her ear, "Cum with me slave or else." He knew she could.
Silk was happy to obey and as she felt him shoot deep in her ass, she let go. As they came Michael bit her neck again and she exploded again. After a few moments, the intensity wore off and Michael fell over onto his side, as he did he pulled her over next to him and wrapped his arms around her. They lay like for a while, each catching his or her breath and deep in thought.
Silk lay there thinking on what had just happened. Again she thought to herself, Michael had never been so rough, so cold. Usually Silk felt love coming from him, but not this time. This time he was so cold in his manner. Even now while he held her, she didn't feel any love from him. He wasn't kissing or stroking her; he just lay there with his arm around her breathing heavy. After a while, Silk started to get up. She needed to go to the bathroom.
As her feet hit the flood Michael asked in that cold voice, "Where are you going slave? I haven't dismissed you yet."
Silk turned to look at him and saw he was serious, put out she said, "I have to go to the bathroom if you must know."
Not liking her tone and still feeling mad and very much in charge Michael barked, "Kneel now," then he got up off the bed.
Silk dropped to the floor as ordered and awaited his next order. She hoped he would allow her to got to the bathroom soon as her bladder was about to burst.
Michael walked over to where she knelt and grabbed her leash. Thinking to himself that the bathroom sounded like a great idea, he pulled it and led her toward the bathroom. He made her crawl like a dog however. Once in the bathroom he ordered her to stand up and then in one fluid moti
on he picked her up and sat her over the sink. Next he got as close as he could.
Silk's head flew up and her eyes me his, "What are you doing," she stuttered.
"You said you had to pee, well so do I," with that said, he let go a stream of piss that hit Silk straight in the crotch. "So you better piss now or not at all," Michael told her with an evil grin.
The feeling was too intense. Silk couldn't believe he was doing this and worse she couldn't believe that she was getting hot over it. Also she suddenly had no control over her bladder, it had a mind of its own and as Michael pissed on her slit, she also let go. The whole thing was so erotic that she started to have an orgasm from it as she pissed.
Michael knew she would freak out at what he had planned so he just didn't tell her. Lifting her up over the sink, he spread her legs and began to piss on her pussy. Michael watched her reaction and he was pleased to note that while she was shocked, she was not repelled. When she started to piss herself Michael knew it might be okay. Then as Michael finished pissing and watched, her eyes rolled back and she started to pant. The slut was cumming.
Michael was shocked and delighted. He slid his finger into her slit and helped to aid her orgasm.
Silk looked him in the eye and then looked at his hand, the site of her pissing on his hand while he stroked her clit sent more shockwaves through her body. As waves raked her body, Michael reached up and removed the clamps from her nipple with his free hand, as the blood returned to her nipples she came again.
This time she threw back her head and cried out, "Oh Master, I love you."
As the sensations past and Silk floated back to reality, Michael knew she had had enough for a while. Lifting her down off the sink, he sat her on the toilet. He reached over and turned on the water and pulled the knob that sent the water to the little hose. Next he knelt between her legs and took the hose and washed her out and off. He also used it to clean out her ass and after he was finished, he shut off the water. He took the towel off the rack and dried her body, once done he swooped her up and carried her to bed.
Grabbing the covers, he yanked then back and placed Silk between the sheets. She was already asleep so Michael covered her and went to clean himself up.
The Best of Everything
She was a natural beauty. Not the kind defined by ads or magazines or the media, but a truly beautiful woman. Her gold- blonde hair fell to the small of her back, just brushing the top of her ass when she was naked. Sad, green-speckled eyes lit up whole rooms with their sparkle when she smiled, which was often.
It had taken her many years (and several not-so-nice lovers) to finally be proud of her body. To be comfortable with it. To know in her mind as well as her heart that she was beautiful, even if she did not look like the women in Playboy.
God, how he loved her. How he would do anything for her. He loved to see her body in candlelight. Watch the shadows as he stroked her, caressing her soft curves, feeling the now-softening ridges of her stretch marks, cupping her slightly uneven breasts caused by breastfeeding more on one side than the other. "What would I do without her", he thought.
This weekend had been planned carefully for a long time. Everything was going to be perfect. He prepared an early dinner of steamed clams, French bread, and wine. Broiled steaks, seasoned red potatoes, and salad. Cooking was not one of his talents and he infrequently went to these lengths, yet he labored diligently to ensure the simple menu would be perfect. He even had her favorite dessert – lemon ice that he purchased at the local supermarket on the way home. They ate by candlelight, the fireplace providing the perfect balance of light across the open living room and kitchen area.
He could not tear his eyes away from her. He had made special plans for them tonight, and hoped his face did not give anything away. It was to be a secret for as long as possible. A little smile, a glint in his eye, something, aroused her suspicions. She asked what he was up to, but he just tilted his head and smiled.
He cleared away the dishes, and they sat on the floor leaning lightly against each other in front of the fire with glasses of wine. He touched her cheek gently with his palm. "My darling, I have a very special surprise for you tonight." She started to speak, but he put a finger to her lips and said softly, "I want you to leave everything to me." She crinkled her eyes in puzzlement. "I want you to do as I say." This said with a deep, gentle voice. "I don't want you to speak, unless I ask you a question, or give you permission. Do you understand?"
He felt her shudder, and knew that the evening was going to go well. This was not the first time their play had fringed on forcefulness and he knew how it would arouse her, that she was probably already becoming wet. He smiled at her, caressing her cheek, as he kissed her lips very softly. She looked expectantly into his deep brown eyes, and smiled ever so slightly. She thought she had an idea of how the evening would end. How wrong that would turn out to be!
He guided her into their bedroom. It was huge, with an old- fashioned closet/dressing room/bathroom attached and all the rooms seemed to blend into one. He sat her on the end of the four-poster bed as he went around the room lighting candles. She studied his mature frame as he moved. No longer the toned, amateur athlete he once was, his body was nevertheless in decent shape despite being softer than in his youth. Sitting for long hours for too many years behind a desk at his hi-tech startup company had taken a toll. But what he had lost in physical attributes was compensated for by the aura of confidence he exuded and the feelings of wantonness that he triggered in her that she had almost never experienced with other men. She became aware of the wetness pooling in her panties as more of these random thoughts floated through her mind.
The flickering light gathered in strength as more candles were lit, and he turned off the room lights leaving them in the warmth of the candlelight. He returned to her now, and gently and carefully undressed her, kissing her here and there as he went, yet keeping his own clothes on. She reached for his belt but he was not ready for that yet and pushed her hands away. "I didn't tell you to do that," he reminded her.
When she was fully naked, he took both her hands, drew her to her feet, and walked her to one side of the bed. He laid her down again in the middle of the four-poster. She was so caught up in the moment that she did not see the leather ropes; but she felt them binding her. She gasped quietly as he tied her hands and then her feet, spreading her limbs to form a widespread X.
Standing at the end of the bed to check on his work, he shook his head slowly in disbelief at her beauty as the candlelight floated over her body. Her soft curves undulated and flowed into each other with a magical quality that artists over the centuries had vainly (and perhaps stupidly) tried to capture on hard, unyielding surfaces. Her nipples were tight now, and erect. She lifted her head and watched him lick his lips as he studied the exposed, swelling, pink wet lips below the soft red hair on her mound. With a groan of expectation her head fell back to the pillow.
Now he started to undress, and her breath quickened as she watched him. As his shirt disappeared, the light dusting of hair on his slight paunch was clearly visible in the candlelight. She could see the outline of his hard, stiff cock trapped vertically against his stomach by his pants, anxious to be free of the clothing that constrained it. As his pants fell to the ground, the head of his cock emerged from under the waistband of his boxers exposing the thick head already glistening with his juices. As his boxers fell to join his pants, his heavy balls hung between his firm thighs as his cock strained upwards. "How can he walk around all day with things like that hanging between his legs?" she thought to herself automatically and incongruously despite her arousal. Such thoughts were soon driven out of her mind as he leaned over her, kissing her soft mouth gently as his tongue eagerly probed. Her pulse raced. "I love you," he whispered. She felt it all over her body. "I want to give you the very best of everything." She looked into his eyes, so happy. He was always good to her. He would never, ever hurt her. She knew that. "Everything," he repeated. T
ears began to form in her eyes. She blinked her eyes, and a tear slowly rolled down each side of her face. With one fingertip, he gently wiped them away. She started to say she loved him, but he stopped her again, putting his finger to her lips. "No words tonight." he said.
The lighting was perfect – not harsh or glaring – and just enough to create an intimate interplay of light and shadow. With her eyes closed, she sensed rather than saw his shadow falling over her as he knelt between her legs. His lips brushed against her eyes kissing away the happy tears. His lips moved lower to her throat and neck, which she helplessly offered to him, stretching her head backwards into the soft pillows. Lower and lower his lips moved, across the sloping mounds of her breasts to the very tips where they lingered long enough to gently suck the rigid and sensitive nipples. Now even lower over her abdomen where he lingered at the scars – appendix and caesarean, while his hands stroked down her legs from her thighs to her feet. As his fingers began to loosen the leather ropes around her ankles, she tried to raise and spread her legs in anticipation of what she assumed was to come. "No. I'll tell you when to move," he whispered quite sternly and she let her thighs fall back to the bed. His hands moved the soft leather restraints up her legs to her knees. Again thoughts raced through her mind piling up on top of each other. "This is new," she thought, "what is he going to do? We've never done this before." Her excitement was climbing as rapidly as her uncertainty.
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