"Get on the bed, on your knees".
I settle into the position. Bottom up. He pushes down on the base of my spine until my posture is right.
He slides a lubricated finger between the cheeks of my bottom and in, then two fingers, then three, he slowly moves them in an out and widens the hole.
"Mmm you're stretching out so nicely for me."
"Thankyou sir".
I hear a sudden clatter from the box he retracts his fingers. He replaces them with the cold steel of an anal hook. He ropes my hook to my neck collar. I purr
"Oh I remember this".
"Oh yes".
I feel a whack. It smarts. He continues to hit me. I don't know what with, initially I'm quiet then it really stars to smart. I start to squeak and then cry. He keeps hitting me until I'm in a state he's pleased with. He slides into me. I groan heavily.
He thrusts deep and heavy, it's delicious. I thank him for hurting me. I apologise for wiggling around.
He pulls out. I whimper. He re-ropes the collar so he can get a better pull, more control. He pushes back into my dripping wet cunt and yanks at my collar. My breath is ragged, I'm being strangled, it feels fantastic. He continues to fuck me and I him, while cutting out my breath. I want it to last forever. He has other fun ideas.
Another rustle in the box. I feel cuffs around my ankles. I get nervous that he's going to tie me up. I'm shaking a little. I whisper,
"Please don't tie me up"
"I'm not going to tie you up. I just need something to anchor the clamps too".
Oh god. I fucking hate him. I think I tell him that and he laughs at me.
He clamps the clover clamps onto the lips of my cunt and spreads out my legs. The skin burns and my clit throbs. He strokes his fingers over the exposed sensitive pleasurable flesh. I squirm and the clamps get yanked around. I whimper. He pushes back into me.
His thrusts are deep and eager. It feels so good. I feel like I could climax, here and now, I want to. My cunt burns. He plays with the rope. Choking me, letting me go, choking me again. The room begins to spin slowly and the colour of the sun through the linen becomes a haze.
I'm brought back to earth by the clamp pinging from my cunt. I squeal. He tuts at me and pulls out. He reattaches the clamp. It pings off again. I let out a guttural little cry.
"Oh I like that noise".
"Fuck".
He tries again but I'm so wet they won't stick or stay. It hurts every time they slide off.
"You're too wet for these to stick".
"I'm sor..."
He yanks off the other clamp and unceremoniously pushes back into me. Me bleats of pain are stifled by the instant pleasure. I'm desperate to come now. He's choking me. I need to come. He thrusts in and out.
"Please can I touch?"
"You may."
"Please can I come"
"Yes"
The orgasm is deep and slow. I'm choking and half conscious, the satisfaction appears in peppery little flicks, sprinkled through my numbing body.
I slump in a daze on our bed. He pulls out and sits down on the bed, resting his feet on my back. He's not looking at me. I am furniture. Its a little humiliating.
He relaxes there for a while, tells me to go clean up and then tells me to make him come in my mouth.
He is covered in my effluence, a concoction of human substance, his groin smells like excrement and sexual fluids. He pushes my head down on his cock.
I mumble "This is humiliating"
"That's interesting"
I pleasure him until he releases into my mouth a slow leaking stream of come followed by a low and intense orgasm. He twitches and breaths hard and closes his eyes. It sounded good, I hope it was. We curl up.
I give myself another orgasm before its over. Big and powerful and spreading. I think about the pain he's put me through, how I crave it and desire him and revel in the control. I can have it all this time, every spreading electric second. I can feel it and it feels good.
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