Extreme bondage brings me to some very dark places. I love the rush of fear right before I submit. This last time, really sent shivers down my spine. Chains and ropes hung from the ceiling, and the scent of blood hung in the air.
Master stood in the center of the room, his muscular frame illuminated by the flickering light of a single candle. His eyes raked over my body, taking in my expensive suit and high heels, and I could see the hunger in his gaze.
“You’re late,” he growled, his voice deep and commanding.
“I’m sorry, Master,” I replied, my voice trembling. “I couldn’t wait to get here.”
He stepped closer, his fingers tracing a path down my cheek before tightening in my hair. “You know what I want from you,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.
I nodded, my throat dry. “Yes, Master. I’m ready.”
He led me over to a bench, pushing me down so that I was bent over, my ass in the air. I felt the cool metal of the chains as they were wrapped around my wrists and ankles, securing me in place.
He ran his hands over my body, his touch sending waves of pleasure and pain through me. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and I knew that he was enjoying this as much as I was.
He pulled out a flogger, the strands made of soft leather. He ran it over my skin, teasing me before bringing it down hard on my ass. I cried out, the pain soaked my pussy as he continued to rain blows down on me.
He moved behind me, his fingers tracing a path down my spine before he plunged into me. I moaned, my body trembling as he thrust into me, harder and harder. I wanted to cum so bad but as his Bondage whore I needed to ask permission.
He pulled out, and I could feel the cold metal of a plug as he pushed it into me. I gasped, my body tensing as he secured it in place. I knew then I couldn’t ask to cum for a while.
He reached for a crop, the tip made of hard plastic. He ran it over my skin, before bringing it down hard on my breasts. I cried out, the pain sharp and intense.
Master continued to rain blows down on me, my body trembling and sweating. The pain he was inflicting made my pussy beg to cum. I could feel myself slipping away, my mind lost in apre-cum haze.
He finally stopped, and I could feel him standing over me, his breath hot on my skin. He reached down, untying the ropes and chains that held me in place.
I stood up, my body sore and trembling. He pulled me close, his lips finding mine in a deep, passionate kiss.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with possessiveness.
“Yes, Master,” I replied, my voice filled with submission.
He led me over to a bed, pushing me down onto the mattress. He climbed on top of me, his body pinning me in place.
He thrust into me, hard and fast. I cried out, “Please Master, can I cum, I need to cum!”
He just laughed, kept fucking me harder, and at that point, I couldn’t help myself and soaked his cock with my pussy juice. Then he shot a load inside me and said “Now you are really gonna pay whore!”
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