part 4
He pushes me firmly to my knees, places one hand behind my neck and forces his rock hard cock deep into my mouth, straight to the back of my throat, and holds it there. I’ve taken him in my mouth many times and I know I can do this but tonight it feels different. My eyes are streaming, I need to breathe, I begin to gag, just as I think I can’t take any more, he releases his grip and removes his cock; a trail of saliva goes with it.
I catch my breath quickly and again, he forces his cock straight into back of my mouth, holding my neck again so I cannot move. He removes it slowly, allowing me to breathe and then proceeds to fuck my mouth. Like the good toy I am, I allow him to. I try to help by sucking harder as he uses my mouth. I’m almost enjoying this.
But as all good things must end, his cock is removed from my mouth, and I know he has more planned. He lifts me from my knees and pushes me onto the bed face first. Arranging me so my bum is in the air, my face to one side on the mattress, my arms above my head, with my wrists tied together. I’m utterly helpless.
Thwack, more spanking, one spank after the other. I can imagine my bum is bright red; just the way he likes. Just the way I like if I’m honest. Then there’s silence, a break for us both. I can sense him moving around the room and hear rustling. He’s behind me again, I feel something cold in my arse, it must be lube. Then the ice cold sensation of a butt plug. He’s put in the fridge I can tell, it’s even colder than I’ve ever experienced before. I want to cry out so badly, he knows I love anal play of any kind. This is torture. I can feel the plug go all the way in, that delicious sensation as it’s almost sucked in.
He pulls it out almost as quickly as he pushed it in. This is the bit he knows I enjoy the most, having my hole breached again and again. Why won’t he let me speak/cry/shout? This pent up feeling inside is too much. Then comes more silence, no movement. I know he’s still behind me. With no pretence of gentleness, he grabs my plait, lifting my head off the bed, and plunges his cock in my arse to the hilt. Thank God for the lube is all I can think. “Take that toy, take my cock like the good fuck toy you are”.
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******
My phone pings, it will be sir with my next instructions. I can feel my heart pounding as I open up the message.
"toy, you are to wear the outfit that arrived yesterday. Wear your hair in a plait. full face of makeup, red lipstick. Drive to the following postcode, 6.30pm sharp. more instructions to follow".
I can just tell by his words I’m in trouble, he's not happy. I know the punishment will hurt but my pussy throbs at the thought of what will happen.
I start preparing myself quite early, I know what sir likes. I shave my pussy and legs, exfoliate my skin and use the shower gel he prefers. I dry myself off and moisturise, apply my make up perfectly as he has ordered before, and open the package that arrived yesterday.
A lacy black & gold basque, with half cups that I know won’t cover my breasts, fishnet stockings and no knickers. It’s a beautiful outfit but no knickers....
I get dressed and take one final look in the mirror, you cannot fault his taste, it does look good. Slutty, but good.
