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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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"You'll wear it tonight when you meet him."
I nodded, anticipatory nerves starting to make me unsettled.
"I might not be there in person, but I'll expect you to follow my orders, which includes edging three times today before he arrives at our house."
"Yes Sir." I replied, a sinking feeling as I realised he wasn't going to let me cum. He knew how hard it was but he loved to tease me. Sometimes I liked it too, right now, not so much.
The first attempt got me nowhere near. Despite his phone message to start, I just couldn't get into the headspace - then the texts started to arrive.
"You'll wear stockings for him and knickers that can be cut off with a sharp knife. Edge. Now. "
I left my laptop and lay on my bed, trousers pushed down and on my back, the vibe buzzing as I tried again. I imagined the blade running over my skin, bound and helpless. Imagined the coolness of the metal before the sharp edge would trace a line up my thigh. Edging was easier this time, too easy. I nearly came just thinking about the blade, even though I was scared, I hadn't even met this man in person. Trust your Master, I told myself, but still I felt that worry. The one that tells you what you are doing is dangerous and wrong and yet, I could feel myself responding.
It wasn't long before he was due to arrive and I got another text, "I've messaged him and he knows now what a depraved slut you are. I've told him the sorts of things you like. He's looking forward to using you.. Get on the floor and edge for the last time. Then dress for him and put in the earpiece. You have ten minutes."
I quickly pulled my trousers back down, noticing how damp my knickers were. As the cool floor met my skin, I squealed but placed the vibe just so and closed my eyes, wondering what my Master had told him, wondering what I might end up doing... ooooh, my cunt ached. I wanted to cum. I knew I could disobey but I didn't want to it, it would be wrong. As my breathing quickened I wondered just how close I could get it. Panting, legs beginning to shake. It would be so easy, so easy....I stopped. There wasn't enough time. As my fingers delved down, my lips were wet and sticky. I wondered what he would think. He'd barely have walked through the door and I'd be wet. A wet slut in knickers that he was going to cut off.
My thoughts distracted me and I realised I didn't have long left. I ran to my bedroom and stripped, changing my knickers, putting on the stockings. Trying to compose myself on the couch as I put the earpiece in, I waited, jumping slightly when the doorbell rang. Trembling, I opened the door and stepped back, allowing him in.
The voice in my ear made me jump, "Is he there?"
"Yes Master, he's here."
I saw the man smile. Oh. They really had been talking. Part of me had wondered if this was just another mindgame.
"Kneel and tell him you're a filthy slut."
I blushed but obeyed, unable to look at this stranger in a suit as I told him I was a filthy slut.
"Look at me when you talk to me." He ordered.
My face was red, looking at him was hard, really hard, "I'm...I'm a filthy slut."
"Yes you are. He's told me. He's told me what you need and like," he stepped forward and put his hand on my cheek as I flinched, "and here's the thing, I like doing those things you like. I'm going to enjoy using you, hurting you and my knives, are very, very sharp."
I couldn't look away. Frozen in fascination and fear. All of it displayed for him on my face.
"I have twenty minutes, I'm going to fill them. I'm going to fill you."
I couldn't stop the gasp. I didn't do that, Master knew. I ....the voice came again, "I'm listening slut. I can hear everything he says and he is going to cum deep in you and you'll beg him for it."
Frozen once more, my brain unsure if I should run or safeword, until I rocked backwards, slapped hard, "Take my shoes off slut."
I hurried to obey, I could do that, I could take off shoes. I took them off and his socks too, hoping it wasn't too much. He'd taken off his jacket and held his tie in his hand, his gaze measuring me, "Did you know the knot on a tie keeps tightening if you pull it?"
I shuffled backwards a little, not able to look him in the face.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me up, "Look at me. Answer."
"Yes" I squeaked, "Yes, I did."
He placed it over my neck, seeing the fear in my eyes, "Get upstairs and on the bed. On your back, legs spread so I can smell your slutty cunt. Go!"
I flushed and flew up the stairs.
He ran after me and I could feel my heart pounding, before I could reach the bed, ;he'd pushed me face down into the quilt and I felt the scrape of a blade against my hip, "Please" I begged, "Please..."
"You don't get a choice."
The material ripped and even though there wasn't much to those lace knickers, without them I felt exposed.
"Spread your legs."
I obeyed, not daring to look up, heart racing.
"Fuck you're wet. Bet you want me to fuck your hungry cunt don't you. Force my way inside."
I moaned, I couldn't help it. Yet still, when I felt his fingers on me I begged, legs shaking. He was rough as he pulled my lips apart, pushing my knickers inside me.
"I've only got five minutes now slut. You'll have to be good." He dragged the blade along my back and I nearly screamed, a muffled cry as I shook.
"On your back"
He pulled the cuffs out from the side of the bed. Master clearly had told him they were there. He stretched my arms out. I could feel the knickers, not fully in. See the outline of his erection as he leaned over me, kneeling on my chest.
"Spread them."
I heard a chuckle in my ear as the first slap on my cunt landed and I yelped. By the time he'd got to ten, I had nearly kicked the quilt off the bed, my heels digging as I tried to obey, tried to keep my legs apart. Oh fuck.
He grabbed a pillow and folded it and as he locked eyes with me and brought it lower, I started to breath faster, "Please, please don't, please."
The chuckles were in stereo.
He pushed it under my head, my neck at an uncomfortable angle and took my vibe from the beside table.
"This, I have been told, is the best position." He placed it and turned it on, "You're going to like this."
My eyes followed him as he straddled my chest again, and unzipped his trousers, stroking his erection. It looked huge and I knew what was coming, "Please I can't, I can barely breathe now. Please..."
He turned the vibe up and as I cried out he pushed past my lips, thighs pressing on my arms, trapping me and slid straight in.
"Ohhhhh fuck, that's good."
He pulled out again and looked down at me, tears already forming in my eyes, "Let's hope you don't pass out eh. Shut your legs."
As he begain to fuck my mouth, my throat, I heard my Master shouting in my ear, "You filthy, dirty slut! You cock whore! Show me how much you like it. Being used by a stranger."
My neck burned and I could barefy breathe as the stranger forced his way deep until I was gagging, pulling out just enough to keep me gasping. I could hear him crying out, pulling my head up and down when he wasn't thrusting into me. I was struggling to focus as my Master ordered me to cum, "You want to cum slut? I order you to cum. Do it after he finishes. If you cum before he does, I'll cane your arse 100 times before I fuck it tonight. Do you hear me? Not till he's cum."
My back arched as I remembered the vibe, now on full, needing to cum, my legs tightly together as I tried to, his belly slamming into my nose with each thrust as he just fucked me deep now, not stopping. My Master's voice shouting in my ear as felt myself edge towards orgasm again, being used, being taken, knowing my Master was going to take me later and I screamed as pleasure ripped through me and he came grunting and swearing.
He pulled out, his cock still twitching as it dribbled down my face. He paid no attention to me, his own breathing laboured as I shook, ripples of pleasure, intensely painful, as the vibe continued to buzz. I screamed again and he put his hand over my mouth, "One more minute yet slut. Shouldn't have made me cum so quick."
My legs kicked out as my eyes rolled back, I wouldn't have heard even my Master at that point. Suddenly it all stopped as he and the vibe moved and I began to sob uncontrollably.
He uncuffed me and dragged me off the bed by my hair.
"I need my tie back slut."
He pulled it off me whilst I shook, a collapsed heap on the floor.
"In your basket." My Master's voice repeated itself in my ear. Slowly, I crawled, the stranger watching me, knickers hanging out of my cunt as I curled up on the dogbed. He picked up a nearby blanket, covered me with it and fetched me a cup of water, placing it nearby.
"I think I'll be back to do this again. Next time, I'll take my time with you."
I just looked at him with vacant eyes, lost in my own head, distantly wondering if I should help him with his shoes. He chuckled suddenly and stroked my head, "Your Master will be home shortly. Stay there and rest, you're going to need it."
I closed my eyes and remembered my Master's words, "If you cum before he does...." |
