Part Five: Ecstasy
The crack of the crop was intense now. Slicing the air and landing on my round ass. The ass that must be bright red from assault it was receiving. My mind was taking me away. Pulling me from the pain, lifting me away from the agony I was enduring at the hands of my Master. I was unaware of where he was now. I could feel the crop, but I was not as aware of the place and time as I once had been. And then it stopped. Everything stopped. I was on my hands and knees, ragged breath, burning ass, and nothing was touching me.
His assault began again. Though this time it was an assault of pleasure. I felt his rod plunge inside me, drill me with a massive thrust of power. I moaned in ecstasy as my body was invaded by the Master I served. Feeling every inch of him fill my hole, my body jerking to his movements as he thrust himself into me, short, full, rapid thrusts. Shear heavenly delight. Then the real invasion began. He pulled out of my pussy and I cried out in frustration, only to cry again as he invaded my ass. Not slow and easy, my preference for entry, but one huge massive thrust. He plowed past the muscles of my anal ring, forcing them wide, forcing acceptance.
The pain from his attack quickly faded and I began to feel the satisfaction of fullness. He began to pump. In and out of my ass, sending what felt like tiny electric shocks snapping through my body. I wanted to cum so bad. Every nerve in my body was on edge, everything tingled, everything straining, and I was desperately trying to hold back.
My mind no longer held conventional thought. I felt like an animal, responding to instinct not to reason. There was no longer an attempt at words, just primal growling and grunting as he pumped inside me. I waited to hear the words, the words that now were the only connection between the woman I was and the animal he had made me. To hear the words to be allowed to let go, explode, be completely free of the restraint I was under.
“Cum slut, cum for me” He commanded. I complied.
I was gone now, my body writhing in the waves of intense pleasure rolling through me. Everything shook, everything hurt, every muscle of my being in spasm as I was finally allowed sweet release. So intense was this climax, I fell forward. My arms could no longer support me. My Master, still pumping, began to ease up and slow down and he held my hips to keep me from dropping straight to the ground. He kept calling me names, knowing it only made me hotter for him.
My screams turned to moans, turned to sighs and I gained control of my breathing as small twinges of pleasure continued to randomly attack my sex. He pulled me too him, cradling me in his arms. I went limp, my head resting on his shoulder, my arms around his neck. He rocked me, he whispered to me. Letting recover at my own pace, caring for me as he waited for me to come back to him. His touch was tender as he helped to my feet. My legs were weak, and with the heels and cuffs I had on, standing was a challenge. He had a firm grip on my arms and I knew I wouldn’t fall. He pulled me to him and began to apply soft gentle kisses to my face. His kisses and his whispers made me desire this man more. My body was still reacting to his attack as I melted against him.
He carried me to the couch. He cradled me again, still whispering sweet nothings in my ear. All I felt now was the overwhelming desire to please him. I wanted him, every inch of him. I wanted to give him what he’d given me. I wanted him to know the ecstasy he allowed me to know. I slithered slowly off his lap and onto my knees in front of him. It was my turn to pleasure him. I could show him now how much I needed to please him. I knelt in front of him, looking up – deep into his. He returned my stare, our eyes locked, then I tipped my head.
My tongue slipped out of my mouth and I touched the tip of his cock. With my tongue hard, I made tiny little circles all the way down to the base, then one long stroke back up to the top. I let the head of his cock rest on the flat of my tongue and let my hot moist breath surround it. His cock twitched. I pulled my tongue back and caught his swollen head with my teeth. Gently, ever so gently. I let go and encircled his head with my lips, then pulled back again, allowing his cock to lay against the softness of my face. He moaned. I smiled. I continued.
I buried my face between his legs and took one plumb into my mouth. I held it there, letting my tongue slid around drenching it, then moved the to the other, doing the same. I leaned in to the underside of his cock and mouthed it. Top, bottom, sides, giving each side equal attention from my tongue and lips. Ensuring he was soaked. Following that pattern I moved up his shaft, holding the base of his cock with my hands to keep him steady. I stopped right below the ridge of his cock and headed back down. Up and down his throbbing shaft I went. Completely ignoring the straining of his hips when I came close to the ridge of his dick. I continued in this pattern for as long as I thought I could get away with and then directed my attention to the tip.
Lightly, lightly, lightly, I slid my tongue under the ridge of his knob. My lips laying long wet kisses upon it, keeping my breath hot, keeping him hot. Then I took him in my mouth – just his head, and I sucked lightly. Then a little harder and brought in a little more of his rod, I kept on like that. In a little, out, in a little more, out. I wanted to savor him, I wanted him to savor me. I wanted him to erupt, and explode. I wanted to consume him – to give him what he had given me. I guess I took too long.
My hair was pulled up and my head flew back. He growled at me – suck me bitch, and I was slammed down on top of his cock. I could feel my teeth shred the insides of my mouth as my Master pumped my head up and down over his shaft. I sucked and licked desperate to please him. He was forceful and didn’t allow me any breaks. I gasped for air when I could, between thrusts, between being gagged by his cock and being wrenched away from it. We were both in a frenzy, he guided my head by my hair, pulling and yanking to move me where and how he wanted. I was completely focused on sucking that cock, holding it in my mouth as long as I could before he pulled me from it.
I was tired, my mouth was tired, my knees ached, it was hard to breathe. I felt my head slammed down again. I had all of him. Every strong, hard, hot, pulsing inch of him in my mouth and down my throat. I clamped down and sucked hard. I felt him cum, I felt his body tense and then twitch. His hips pushing up, his hands entwined in my hair, forcing me down. I felt his steaming seed shooting down my throat. I sucked. I needed air. I sucked. I was near blacking out or choking when he drew my head up enough for me to gasp for a badly needed gulp of oxygen. I held him in my mouth again, pulled up a little so I could breath and held his precious wand carefully from the coolness of the air. I could feel him relax beneath me. His hands relaxed their grip on my hair and he started to stroke it instead. I held him still. He grew soft inside me. I held him. Being careful to be still.
My head was pulled up again, but he didn’t stop at a few inches this time. He kept pulling and I rose to follow his lead. He brought me to his face and he kissed me. A hard passionate kiss. A kiss that made me want to become part of him. I wanted to crawl inside him. I couldn’t get close enough to him. The kiss felt like it would go on forever. It didn’t, and as our lips parted his hands went from my hair to my waist and he surrounded me with his powerful arms. He held me and I felt like a small kitten to be cuddled as he held me close.
This was when I felt the most protected by him. This moment, when the physical exertion was done and there was little left of either of us but quiet calm recovery. The soft stroking, quiet murmuring, little tremors. He was the Master, I belonged to him. I was owned. Ecstasy.
