You answer the door, and instantly I feel the cumulative arousal of all our previous interactions. The tasks you've given me over text messages, the videos and pictures we exchange via email, but most recently, our trip to the sex club, Oasis. My bare pussy, which I've freshly shorn for tonight, grows suddenly slick.
"Hello, Slut," you greet warmly, though with your signature confident power. One of your large hands rests near my shoulder, then wanders towards my neck, caressing it. Just the weight of it arouses me, knowing that you could engulf it completely in just one of your mighty fists. Already, you put me in a submissive mind set, just by the way you assert yourself, naturally towering over me, and petting me like a dog. "Come in."
The interior of the house seems unassuming as well, certainly not the house of avid swingers, of a polyamorous couple who play separately, and with both men and women, at that. I step over a children's toy, on my way up the stairs to the bedroom.
"Strip, Slut. I want you completely naked. Except the heels," you add.
"Yes, Sir." Another power play. You stay fully dressed for this part, while I remove any physical shred of protection I brought along with me. Usually people react positively when they see my figure, but you almost completely ignore it. My porcelain skin, shapely hips, and small round breasts are all but lost on you, while you set up the bed harness. My face burns in shame. I can't help but thinking that this is the bed that you are your loving wife share, and I search for a framed photograph to sharpen the mental image. Before I find one, you turn back to me, square jaw tight, and brow furrowed with intensity. She probably wouldn't want to see what we're going to do, anyway.
"Hands behind your back, Slut."
"Yes, Sir." You reach around me to fasten them together, rather than having me face away from you, which I take as a secret act of affection. Your button down shirt grazes my bare breasts as your thick arms envelop me, in what very nearly is an embrace. I look up to your delicious neck, and discreetly breathe in your aftershave. My eyes close in an ecstatic daydream, in which I am worthy of your true adoration, and I get to touch and kiss the skin I now admire from afar. A testing tug on the restraints snaps me out of it. This is what I deserve, and I want you to administer it to me.
You retreat to a chest of drawers, housing many toys, unlike the one I stepped over in the hallway moments ago. Tools accumulated from years of dominating women and men, but more recently, a couple that I particularly inspired you to purchase. As a task, you asked me to send you a list of three toys that I do not own, but would desperately like to try. Knowing your inclination for domination, I chose accordingly. One, you already had in your possession. You remove the second one from the list, now, and walk it back over to me. I feel a bead of sweat break my hairline.
"Look familiar, Slut?" You ask sternly, smirking. You display them in front of me in one of your large palms.
"Yes, Sir."
"Are you going to be a good girl for me today?"
"Yes, Sir," I answer, pussy contracting at the phrase. I feel myself flood a little bit.
"Keep still." I do, in fact, I stand straighter than I've ever stood, so that you have unhindered access to my breasts. I long for you to compliment them, caress them, devour them, but you stay focussed at the task at hand. You go to work, fastening the two suction cups to my nipples.
I feel each one grab as you squeeze the bulbs between your thick fingers, activating the suction. The tug at each nipple is almost as erotic as wearing the ridiculous devices is humiliating. I long to adjust them, but my restrained wrists leave the control squarely in your hands.
"Shake your tits for me, Slut."
I do, shimmying my shoulders slightly, and the heavy bulbs sway slightly, tugging tightly at my nipples. I feel my bare pussy stream, and my chest redden in embarrassment. Your eyes finally take me in, and you do so as you unbutton your shirt. I avert my gaze, but feel the intensity of your stare on my skin. You take your time, ogling your good little Slut, licking your lips while methodically removing your clothing. I suppress the urge to smile, imaging your warm, wet mouth on my breasts. But, I don't deserve it. Instead, I get this.
Naked now, with your erection bobbing in front of you, you relieve my hands from their binding, and instruct me to climb into place on the bed. From the harness projecting from each corner, I assume that you want me on my back, spread eagle, but you quickly correct me. I feel a sting across my right breast, as you flick one of the suction cups. I gasp.
"Ass in the air, Slut."
"Yes, Sir."
"Don't move unless I tell you to, Slut. Understand?" Another flick, this time on my left nipple.
"Yes, Sir," I redden further.
"I thought you said you were going to be good for me, today."
"Sorry, Sir."
"You better be, Slut," you bark, finishing with one sweeping motion that hits both devices. I clench my teeth. I hate to be corrected. I hate it, and at the same time, intensely desire it. "Onto your stomach."
You expertly fasten my wrists and ankles to the bed. Now, I feel truly vulnerable to you. With my arms and legs bound, you now have full, unrestricted access to my body. My glistening pussy strains, leaking uselessly. The nipple devices press uncomfortably into the mattress, but, at least I can press my mound into it, as well. Unfortunately, you catch me, and smack me clean across my backside. I groan.
"Don't you dare pleasure yourself, Slut. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir." Another smack. My breath catches.
"You haven't demonstrated yourself to be worthy of it, yet tonight. I'm looking for you to change my mind on that," you continue. You hit me a third time, harder. I moan into the mattress. I long for you to rub the spot, no doubt growing red by now.
"Yes, Sir."
"Now, are you going to be a good girl for me, or not?" I prepare for another beating, but it doesn't come. Instead you retire once more to the toy cabinet. This time removing another object I immediately recognize, and almost as immediately regret mentioning as the third item on the list. An anal plug with a pump attached. The fantasy is intoxicating, but can I handle it for real?
"You've shown me some of your anal prowess online. Isn't that right, Slut?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Now, you're going to show me what you can do, in person. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Now, this is your big chance to please me. To redeem everything you've done. If you do this for me, I'll be very, very impressed with you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," I answer, growing nervous yet excited at the thought of being stretched open, and pleasing my Sir so completely. My pussy has created a little pool beneath me, and I crave the ability to press it into the mattress. You squeeze the lube over my bare ass, and it clenches with each drip.
"Now just relax, and be a good Slut," you coo, probing my opening with the plug. Now, I've had regular anal plugs enter me before, and it goes in easily, resting just beyond my asshole comfortably. But the hardest part is yet to come. "Are you ready, Slut?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You'd better be." One squeeze of the pump, and I feel it inflate inside me. A little fuller, sure, but nothing I can't handle. But, I have no idea how big this thing can get. I'm laying all my trust squarely in my Sir.
I see you press the pump in your large fist, and again the plug inflates, testing the walls of my ass. It's getting bigger now, and I yearn now more than ever, to pleasure my clit against the bedding. Usually when I take this much in my ass, I'm orgasming pretty soon after, and then the girth is removed. I can't say I've ever taken it further, and I have no idea what lies ahead. My pussy drips freely down my legs, as I anxiously wait for the next gauge. The sheet underneath my face is also growing damp with drool and sweat.
Another pump, and I really feel the stretch. I want to see; I want to see how big it is. It feels bigger than anything I've ever had in there, and I don't know how much more I can take. I groan wildly into the sheets.
"Good girl," I hear you say, and I feel encouraged to continue. I want nothing more than to please you. It satisfies the deepest, darkest part of myself to do this for you.
Another pump. I moan, feeling as I might explode. I reach for your hand, for anything, and the restraints jostle in response. Then, I feel a hand. On my ass cheek.
"It's okay. Just relax. You're doing great. I'm very, very impressed. You're making Sir very proud." My pussy creams so completely onto the mattress. I'm a total sloppy, gorgeous mess. Everything is so overly sensitive and tense, all you have to do is brush your hand across my ass softly, and suddenly I feel myself buck, muscles contracting, and I come loudly and desperately onto the bed.
You free my wrists and ankles, and I am grateful. And, I am equally as grateful for the sperm you shoot all over my face.
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