I walked into the room, a little cranky and weary from the day’s stress, but the moment the door clicked shut, the world went dark. A soft blindfold settled over my eyes, a single, decisive act that cut me off from reality and sealed me in with him. He said nothing, but his silence was a command. I felt his hands move to my blouse, slowly working the buttons free. The fabric slipped from my shoulders and fell to the floor, the rustle a counterpoint to the rush of blood I could feel in my ears. The cool air touched my skin, but it was his touch that made me shiver, the brush of his fingers on the bare skin of my back, my sides.
He removed my bra, and his hands came to rest gently on my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples. My breath caught in my throat. The caresses grew more insistent, then forceful, and my breath hissed through my teeth as he pinched my nipples, a sudden, sharp sting of a shock that made my body arch. His hands kept moving, stripping me naked and pushing me gently onto the bed.
A large, hard, rubber ball gag was shoved into my mouth. My jaws immediately complained in discomfort, and I fought against the unnatural fullness, the pressure on my teeth. He noticed my struggle, a small twist of his lips the only sign, and left the gag firmly in place.
His hands returned, a familiar weight on my breasts. He kneaded them roughly, then moved to squeeze my ass, pulling and pressing the soft flesh. He turned me onto my stomach, and the sound of a zipper announced the arrival of the ropes. I felt them tighten, a binding embrace around my arms, first at the elbows, then at my wrists. The pressure was intense, but I couldn’t move.
As he led me to a standing position, I realized the bondage forced my shoulders back, pushing my breasts out in an obscene display. This was planned. I felt the cold, hard metal on my nipples, then the sharp bite of the clamps. A second later, he released the painful clamps, a moment of relief followed by a stern voice in my ear. “Behave yourself.”
Oh, it hurt. It burned with a cold, metallic fire that traveled down to my clit. But I couldn’t be good. The pain was an insult, a challenge to my will. I began to complain behind the gag, a muffled groan of defiance, and twisted in my bonds.
Before I could even think, I was face-down across his lap. His hand made a violent connection with my ass, a sharp slap that echoed in the silent room. I was being spanked like a naughty little girl. The pain and the sudden, shocking humiliation forced me to stop struggling. I held still, waiting for the next blow. The spanking continued, each slap a fresh wave of fire spreading across my ass. It hurt. Oh, how it hurt.
Then he slowed, the slaps replaced by a soothing friction as he rubbed my sore, heated ass, lecturing me about my outburst. The warmth of his hand was a stark contrast to the burning sting he had just inflicted. He pulled away for a moment, and I heard the snap of a glove. When his hand returned, it was slick with lubricant. I felt pressure on my tight asshole, and then the slow, deliberate invasion of his large finger, sliding in to the second knuckle. I whimpered, a sound muffled by the gag, from the discomfort and the humiliation of it all.
“Your asshole is much too tight to accept my cock,” he said, his voice low and firm. “It must be stretched.”
I whimpered again, the sound a plea. He seemed to take pity on me, and I felt the glorious relief as the sharp nipple clamps were removed. The skin of my breasts felt raw, burning where they had been. He then ordered me to kneel on the bed and arch my back to give him better access. I felt horribly vulnerable, completely exposed in this position.
The gloved finger returned, and another joined it. He pulled them apart, stretching me, and I moaned into the pillow, a thick, frustrated sound against the fabric. He continued to add fingers, until there were four large fingers in my tight, burning asshole. The pain was real now, and I struggled to keep quiet behind the awful gag. He removed the fingers, but his promise hung in the air: “I will fist you before the evening is over.”
I felt a wonderful feeling of emptiness that I knew would not last. His return was swift, and this time he brought a large, evil-looking plug. It was thankfully well lubed, but I had let my arched position slip. Of course he noticed, and he viciously smacked my sore, red ass three times.
“I told you to arch your back, slut.”
I whimpered and obeyed. Then the plug was sliding into me. My asshole burned as the widest part slid past my sphincter. I shuddered and my asshole spasmed around the over-large intruder. He caressed my back and ass as I adjusted, his fingers soothing the skin he had just tormented.
“Stand, slut.”
As I got up, the massive plug shifted inside me, a hot, invading fullness that was both uncomfortable and thrilling. His hands were everywhere, surprisingly gentle as he guided my legs open. His voice was also gentle as he told me how pleased he was, but then, without warning, he savagely thrust two fingers into my pussy. The shock caused me to panic, and I backed away from him.
His anger was palpable; this was my second mistake. I was thrown on the bed on my back, my arms immediately re-tied to the headboard. My ankles were tied to my wrists, leaving me obscenely displayed. I could feel the air on my widely spread pussy, and the position put pressure on the horrible plug, reminding me of its presence.
He took off his belt, ignoring the panic in my eyes. The first blow hit the inside of my right thigh and burned like fire. I bit back a sob as the second hit my other thigh. He continued until there were ten angry red marks lining my inner thighs. I took a deep breath, visibly relaxing as he paused. Of course he noticed and got further annoyed.
“You thought I was done, little slut? Not yet. I’m going to remove the gag, and if you make a sound, I will double your punishment.”
The gag was removed, and I gasped for air, the dry, sore feeling in my mouth a reminder of my submissive state. Without warning the belt crashed down on my unprotected pussy. Ohhh, I had no idea my sweet Charlie could be this brutal. The pain was terrible. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. He whipped my pussy again and again, stopping once to insert a finger and laugh about how wet I was. “You clearly hate this, little slut.”
He finally took mercy on me and stopped, untying me and removing the plug. Oh, the feeling of emptiness was wonderful, a glorious relief that made me weak.
“Stay on your back, with your legs spread,” he ordered.
It’s not over?! He stroked my red, swollen pussy lips, not gently but not brutally either. The pain was there, but my body responded to the stimulus. He continued stroking, rolling my clit with his other hand. I climbed toward orgasm quickly, my over-stimulated body desperate for release. And then he stopped.
Bastard.
I controlled my frustration and resumed the ordered position on my hands and knees. It was time for him to fuck my ass. I heard the condom rip from its package as he rolled it onto his cock. The plug had been out just long enough for my ass to tighten again, and I struggled to relax. I felt the blunt edge of his cock as it pushed against my asshole. It was going to hurt. I stretched and stretched until the head was finally in. He thrust, hard, and buried the rest of his cock in my ass. I fought to hold my position and to relax.
“Breathe, baby. It’s in.”
Then he was moving, withdrawing and thrusting as my muscles fought him. His hands dug into my hips; he fucked me brutally. The pain faded, replaced by something else, a deep, overwhelming sensation. I moved against him with each thrust, helping with my own assfucking. The orgasm built. I saw white light behind my eyes, clamping down on the cock in my rectum. This triggered his release.
We lay for a few minutes, his cock still buried in my ass. I was a bit ashamed and had a difficult time looking at him. This irritated him.
“I am not finished with that ass yet, little slut. Let’s see if we can find something to get me hard again.”
My poor, sore ass… I rose, found a washcloth, and cleaned us both. He ordered me back into my “favorite” position, on my knees with my back arched. What else could he possibly want? Then I heard the snap of the glove. I knew. He couldn’t be serious. He was. Two fingers violated my throbbing ass, immediately joined by a third. He allowed me to bury my face in a pillow. I was scared. There were now four fingers that pushed and spread and penetrated my ass. The pressure increased as his thumb was added. It was too much, and I began to sob into the pillow. He did not stop.
His other hand was on the small of my back, forcing me open. He began to push. I screamed into the pillow. I had no idea something could hurt this much and not tear me open. His knuckles slid in. I began to buck and twist and shake, anything to get that horrible thing out of my ass. I was sobbing now and shaking. He viciously grabbed my pussy, forcing me to calm down. I lay and cried. His hand started to move, and suddenly I was in the middle of the most massive orgasm I’ve ever had. My body arched and spasmed around his hand. And then the hand was gone. I curled up on the bed, still whimpering. He was gentle, but reminded me that I was not yet done.
I fell to my knees, no longer caring about anything, completely lost somewhere beyond thought. I accepted the cock that pushed into my mouth. It hit my throat. I sucked and licked as well as I could, devoted only to pleasing this man. He pushed his cock into my throat and came while I swallowed.
He cradled me on the bed, gently allowing me to come down from the high.
