After being scared you get used

I slide his cock into my mouth. He is so firm and full of blood and hardens quickly. He has his fingers back between my legs toying with my slit and arse talking to me, telling me what a good girl I've been. Telling me he's proud of me. He make me lay across him so that he can lick at my perfectly clean and smooth bottom as I'm pleasuring him with my mouth. It's humiliating and uncomfortable and I can feel his cock twitching as he murmurs into my flesh. I gag on him and squirm and moan and start to beg to be fucked. I want to feel him in my wet cunt so badly.

He says "Well as you have tried so hard".

I am on my knees and he deftly pushes himself inside me. I moan loudly. It's been so long. I can instantly feel a climax build. I'm so wet and needy and excited. I ask if I'm allowed to climax and he smirks and tells me what a slut I am for being so ready and eager. I come happily and slow down the pace of my thrusts. We continue to fuck. He's talking to me over my shoulder. Humiliating my desire for him and flesh and fucking. I am awash completely with pleasure and I say "yes Sir" as I am allowed to come again and again. The sensation feels amazing. We are fitting perfectly. I stare at him with wet eyes and breath hard.

He let's me catch my breath before I am allowed to go back to sucking him. He turns my body towards his hand and strokes it trough my wetness. He motions me to sit on his lap which I do. I bob up and down on the firmness of his flesh and ride him, smearing my fluids into him. He moans and tells me how disgusting I am. That his groin is wet and his stomach is wet. I drop down onto my knees and fuck him harder. He pulls me down into a kiss, my chest is close to his finger tips and he tortures and twists my nipples until I let up a scream of pain.

He laughs and tells me he likes that sound and then does it again.

I come off his lap and close his pleasure with my mouth and hands. I jerk his flesh quickly and steadily and slobber all over him. His hands return to my sore bottom. He begins to stretch me with his fingers, unlubricated, damaged by the prongs, it gets more sore every stretch. His thrusts and moans increase and I know his climax is building. He removes the two fingers from my bottom and aggressively pushes three back inside me as he orgasms, so he can hear me scream with a hand and mouth full of his briney fluid.

His reactions are intense and I slow into a soothing lick. We lie down together and he holds on to me. We talk until we fall asleep about what he wants to do to me next and how fond he is of me, what a good girl I've been. Right now it's believable.

Scared

If he pushes his finger down onto the charge button I know I'll be sick, onto the bed. All over myself. I can feel him behind me. I can hear him breathing. I can almost feel his stare. A straight long gaze at my puckered and twitching hole, pinched sorely either side by the sharp metal tips of the prod. I am touching my cunt feverishly. I am panicking and breathing hard.

We spent a while kissing. Him stroking my skin and my breasts, his finger tips tracing pleasure onto the creamy flesh. It felt so good. He tells me what a good girl I am, what a wanton slut I am, how being aroused, afraid and needing his hands is a look that suits my face. It's a pep talk, we both know how afraid I am. He makes me get on my knees and he tells me to start touching myself. I'm soaked already and I'm trying to excite myself as much as I can.

My allotted free time runs out. Ding ding ding. He gave me eight minutes to start. He promised he would not zap me in this time. Any time I need after he may or may not. I'm curled into a ball hyperventilating and crying. I can barely see or breath and I'm throbbing and I'm soaked.

He calmly tells me to get back into position. I'm struggling hard. He repeats his orders. I end up doing as I'm told. The expandable plug is inside my cunt. It's dilated to it's capacity. It makes my hips ache but it feels divine. He gently toys at my little hole with his finger tips before placing the prod back there and jamming the metal tips back into their sore position. I'm crying now and touching and I'm so close. Balancing on the edge of an orgasm but too scared to come. Too scared not to come.

My body convulses and curls up. I moan and shake and I can hear him breathing hard behind me, elated by his power and control and my compliance. My head is rolling and my heart is racketing around in my bare chest. He keeps telling me how good I've been as the dust of the experience settles. I am aroused and full of adrenaline. I look at him and ask whether I'm allowed to pleasure him now.

Sunday Evening

He clamps my nipples and its searingly painful. Im sensitive at the moment and the clamps are getting old. The once cushioned rubbed tips are starting to harden and provide little relief. He adds more weighted clamps to the lips of my cunt and leaves me to stand there while he uses the bathroom.

He comes back and decides to hang clothes from my clamped, chained breasts. Just to see the heaviness and tug. I start to squeak and beg. Its a struggle today. Everything is going very fast.

He shoves me onto the bed and fetches the glass plug from the toy box. He unceremoniously because to work it into my arse until it pops in past the muscle. I curl up. He pushes me back down.

"Arse up".

Im in pain. He slides in to me and lets out a deeply satisfied sound. He begins to fuck me slowly, he is being vocal so I know it must feel good. He allows me to touch myself and my orgasm begins to build instantly. I know I've been good. I know I've tried my best, despite the speed of his intentions, I have tried.

I beg for him to let me come and he says I can.

I feel so full and my orgasm is deep and satisfying.

"Oh Daddy, sir, thank you, I love you. I'm sorry."

Drunk and disorderly

We're kissing and he's telling me what a good girl I am. Daddy's slut, Sir's anal whore.
He whispers in my ear "I'm going to hurt you... pick where, you're cunt, arse or tits. I'm going to hurt you more than I ever have before".
My brain hurtles through possible scenarios and gestures. I cant decide. "I... I don't know... I... my cunt please Sir".
He sit's back between my legs and raises his hand "Spread your legs".
I start to beg, no no's and pleases. I force myself to spread my legs, I watch him curl his fingers into a fist and then he brings his hand down and he punches me in that tender flesh.
I gasp and draw my knees in and blurt out a whimper.
He smiles down at me "Aren't you going to cry?"
I gulp in indignation
"Get on your knees, slut".
I roll over and he starts thrusting himself into me and he's out of his head. I can feel that he's not really here.
We're drunk, but the searing bone cracking ache in my groin thuds through like a heart beat.
Im bucking against him and snivelling.
"Make yourself come". He probes his fingers into my arse and begins to stretch me open nice and wide.
"Daddy's girl likes that so much. So well trained. So eager to please. So ready with your nice pink hole".
I continue to buck and rub and chase.
When I orgasm its sickening and denied. My body convulses but the pleasure is lost from the moment.
I am so stretched and open I can barely feel myself contract.
It's a served out plate of shit and servitude.
It is completely what I deserve.
He purrs at the noises I make, voice trembling moans of agony.

We curl up, kiss and then start to do it all again.