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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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He is guiding me to his bedroom again. Can still smell the last session in the air.
He is going to make me pay for my imprudence and I cannot wait for it. Little brat wants to learn her lessons the hard and painful way.
I am WET.
Squeezes are much firmer than before. He now knows how much I like my pain. Nipples are already screaming from all that twisting, pulling, flicking, biting, but he is not giving them a break. Squeeze, pinch, flick. My ass firmly pressed against him, his arms around me. Sir take what you wish, give me my lesson.
So silent. Not a word. So focused on my reactions, only my whimpers and moans are filling the room.
Is that a metal clanking I’m hearing ?
Some chains and wrist cuffs appear.
“Lie down”
Fuck. Me. I am so fucked.
Gently pushing my arms over my head, he starts securing my wrists in the soft leather of the cuffs.
I am so wet that I will soon be dripping on these sheets.
The thought of him getting his way while I am cuffed is inebriating. Pushing my legs open, forcing me to give him what he wants.
The bed has a sturdy metal frame, no way in hell I could free myself from this.
He looks at me cuffed, I can see he is liking the view… but something is not right. Arm crossed, an eyebrow slightly raises.
“I told you I don’t like you closing your legs”
Shit.
He reaches for the spreader bar.
“Forgive me, Sir”
The cuffs on my ankles are far less gentle. He is taking a long time to secure my legs, but I don’t mind. I like the expectation, the tension of the unknown.
I can clearly see the thoughts forming in his mind: nipples need more suffering.
A plastic tube. A gauge. What the actual fuck am I going to get through ?
My filthy mind goes all possible ways. I find myself holding the bed frame for dear life.
The sound of the chains distracts him for a second while he is contemplating the right size of suckers to use on me.
“Yes please Sir, I like that”
When the void pulls my flesh into the little glass cups a sharp pain develops and expands in my breasts like a lightning. That split second of pain draws a scream out of me. Fuck this is good.
I close my eyes to focus on the sensations developing in my body. Tied up, vulnerable, already panting. Little slut tortured.
Click. Click. Buzzzz.
The wand is on my clit. I am not sure how much I’m shaking, but I’m grateful I have the bed frame to hold to while uncontrollably moaning.
He is pushing the device on my wet cunt, almost trying to fuck me with that.
Sir I am too tight for this.
Almost reading my mind, he starts fingering me. I can feel my insides opening. “Thank you, Sir”
I needed that feeling of fullness, I need my insides used and he is keeps on using me.
“Sir, am I a good slut?”
“You are being a very good slut. Cum”
I am his instrument to play and I have no choice but to comply.
“Thank you Sir.” ,“Please, Sir, please”
Movements are almost rhythmical. How much of his hand is inside me?
I can still feel him playing with my nipples and breasts. Too much pleasure.
Not sure for how long this lasted, time gets fluid when you having multiple orgasms, but I can tell you that 2 days after I still have some very sore nipples and a very happy cunt.
I left his house a wet mess, an happy and satiated slut. A stupid smile on my face for hours. Yes, this first meet-up was a good choice |
