0 comments/ 77761 views/ 36 favorites Learning to Beg By: SpankingPet I walk through the house once more, checking everything again for the tenth time. Making sure I haven't forgotten anything, that everything is neat and in it's place. I am naked, waiting for you to knock on the door. It's cold, yet I feel my skin beginning to glisten as the anticipation of facing you for the first time in submission, builds. I watch the clock, and finally force myself to sit and breath deeply, trying to keep calm. I hear three, quick but quiet raps on my door and I know it is time. All my breathing and my attempts to relax were for naught. My hands are shaking by the time I get to the door. Knowing I won't be allowed to look you in the eyes once the door opens, I sneak a peak in the peep hole and seeing your face only makes my body flush, but brings no comfort. But I know deep down, I didn't want comfort. I stand behind the door as I open it and make way for you to enter. I know from the moment you're standing before me, who is in control. My body knows it too, because the inevitable shakes begin. I tremble from the inside out, my mind and body sensing not the "giving" of control on my part, but the natural exchange that simply IS. I close the door, and kneel gracefully as I know you are watching me. I part my legs, my hands behind my back pushing my breasts forward. My head I hold up, but my eyes are cast down as I await your words, or touch. I silently pray you will say something, anything. Instead, you just walk around me, watching me tremble as you smile approvingly. You finally, calmly speak to me. "You will be allowed to earn your orgasms tonight, Pet. You may not cum, until I give permission. And unlike other dominants, I am immune to your pleas. I'm aware of how you can cum and how you have been allowed to cum in the past. It will not be that way with me. You will earn every one of them. If you want to cum, say...10 times, then you will have to earn the right, 10 times." The sound of your voice chills me. I know from your tone, even earning one orgasm, may be all that I can handle. I feel a firm slap on my ass with a crop, as you continue speaking. "Your cunt, is mine to do with as I please. As is your mouth, your breasts and your ass." You slap my ass with the crop, emphasizing each word. I whimper but hold still to prove my resolve to obey. I hear you moving behind me, and I jump and gasp as I feel the crop slap my pussy. You pull my head back by my hair, and continue the steady, firm spanking of my pussy with the crop. "Who does this belong to, slut?" Gasping and moaning, realizing how wet my pussy is becoming, my voice rasping "my cunt belongs to you Sir!" You push my head forward and to the ground, forcing my ass high in the air. Your hand slaps my ass hard, first on the left cheek, then the right. I close my eyes and bite my lip to hold back my whimpers, which still escape as moans. You keep spanking me, firm, hard and fast. Much more than I'm used to receiving so quickly. I start to flinch with every strike, but you are undeterred. You move from cheek to cheek, the tops of my thighs, the inside of my wet thighs, the same rhythm but varying the force of each strike. My skin is red and hot and stinging, but the pain is no longer the same pain that we started with. I begin to move my ass from side to side. I concentrate only on the pleasure each strike brings, my pussy drips and I feel myself slipping away, further and further with each stroke. Until I feel your hand, slap my pussy hard! I raise my head and scream. You slap again and this time it stings more because your hand is wet from the last strike. Yet you keep spanking my pussy, my moans, my writhing, only feeding your need to keep me on the line to whence you have brought me. I start breathing even faster and harder. Moaning and writhing. You pull my head back hard by my hair, brush your lips along my neck and move up to my ear. You growl "don't even think of cumming!" I groan in frustration as I push my ass back into you. You roughly shove your fingers inside me, evoking a choked scream. My juices cover your hand as you open me. I'm literally dripping into your palm as you shove your fingers inside me, twisting them as you pull out, and again ramming them into me hard. My muscles grip your fingers, I ride them as hard as you are driving them into me. I finally scream out, "Please let me cum!" You stop, keeping your fingers in me, flicking my g-spot with your fingertips. "How bad do you want to cum, my slut?" I jump with each flick to my g-spot. I only shake my head, unable to think of how to express my need, let alone making my voice work. You reach around to the front of me with one hand, and pull me back to you, pinning my back to your chest as you breath in my ear. Your other hand still inside me, flicking and teasing. You pinch my nipple, hard, pulling it up and away from my body. I scream out, and know I have to start talking or it will only get worse. "Please Sir, Please let me cum!" You nip at my neck and my earlobes, as you rub my g-spot and continue rolling my nipple between your fingers. My groans near a growl, my frustration bringing a bright flush to my skin. My clit is so swollen, that I'm aware of it, without even touching it. Tears of frustration running down my cheeks, I squeeze your fingers inside my pussy and dig my fingernails into my thighs, to keep from digging them into you, or pushing you away all together. Finally, "are you ready to cum, my slut?" I scream "Yes Sir, PLEASE let me cum!" with all my being. You instantly push me forward, yanking your fingers out of me, and leave me lying face down on the floor, quivering with a need not met. I dig my nails into the carpeting, and scream again as you watch me, smiling to yourself, knowing the control you have over me. This is only the beginning of our evening. Your smile grows, knowing the satisfaction you're going to receive, once I recover sufficiently enough...to begin again. The Punishment "Get up on your knees, and into position my slut." With my legs shaking and my belly quivering from deep within, I push myself up and kneel once again. I brace myself by placing my hands on my thighs to hold my torso upright. "Breathe pet, inhale, hold it and then release. I want you to do it, five times." I close my eyes and concentrate on following your directions, only half aware of hearing your movement behind me. I shiver as you kneel behind me. I take satisfaction in feeling your body heat and that it's a manifestation of your want for me. I reach up to wipe my tears away, but you reach around me and hold my hand by the wrist. You firmly, calmly, quietly ask me "to whom do you belong, love?" I reply "to you Sir." You lean closer to my ear "then to whom do those tears belong?" I don't answer, but instead, place my hand back on my thigh, as you release your hold. My eyes still closed, you gently stroke my breasts, my neck and my cheeks. Each stroke, seeming to gradually wash away the resentment, even the anger that was growing within me. I feel leather pressed to my throat and you tell me to hold up my hair. As I hold it up, I feel you tighten a collar around my neck, then hear the jingle of a chain, as you attach a leash to the ring at the front of the collar. "Now, you are ready to begin again. You will crawl when I tell you pet, you will follow." I open my eyes as you stand in front of me, feeling a rush of defiance at the order to crawl like an animal behind you. I look you in the eyes, and glare. Refusing to get on all fours for you. The wicked grin that crosses your lips chills me, but I just look away. I tell myself, I will NOT succumb to this degradation! You reach down and grab my head by the back of my hair, forcing me to look at you again. The look on your face is the very epitome of stone cold and yet beneath that look, I can see a touch of amusement, which only fuels my growing temper. You pull me forward, holding my face to your groin. I can feel your hardness beneath the fabric, against my cheek. "Is this what you wish for pet?" I don't answer with any more than a groan. You force my face against you, rubbing you. I feel my pussy clenching, and know that you know, of course I want it! I try to turn my head to kiss the bulge I know is for me but you pull me away, pull me to my feet, and guide me to the dining room table. You lay me back on the table. I leave a large wet spot where I first sat in order to slide back into position. You put cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Then, running rope through the rings in the cuffs, you tie my arms first, so they are held taught enough to not allow much movement. Then my legs are spread wide as you tie the ropes to the legs of the table. You leave me there as I hear a lighter and the room glows from the light of large, white candles. As the candles burn, you run your hands across my breasts, pinching my nipples, pulling them away from my body. Then squeezing my breasts, firm enough to evoke whimpers. I hear a chain again and this time, my eyes grow wide as I see that you have a pair of clover clamps. You bend over me and suck first one nipple into your mouth, nibbling and sucking very hard. I feel a pull in my cunt and feel my juices begin to run down beneath me. I push my breasts up to you. The pain is strong, but the pleasure stronger. You take the other nipple into your mouth, and again, bite and suck and flick it with your tongue. When they are very hard you apply the first clamp. I groan and try to move away from it. But you just squeeze my breast and tell me to breathe with the pain. You apply the next clamp and again, I whimper and writhe as far as the restraints will allow. You squeeze my breast and watch me as I breathe deeply, concentrating on finding the pleasure in the pain. You reach down, and ever so slightly rub my wet clit with one finger. "What were the rules I gave you to follow, love?" I know which rule I broke in my defiance. But I relate all of your rules back to you, saving the one I broke for last. "Not to look you in the eyes without permission." You smile as if smiling at a child "Why did you defy me, pet?" I become angrier, angry because you smile so sweetly and angry because I know I've earned whatever you have in mind for me next. Between gritted teeth, I answer "Because I was angry, Sir." "I understand this is difficult for you. You're not used to being given stringent rules, let alone, suffering the consequences for breaking them. But, you are going to learn. This is what you wanted, wasn't it my slut?" In a tiny, pleading voice "Yes Sir." You say nothing, as you reach for one of the candles. Still rubbing my clit with one finger, you hold the candle over my breasts with the other hand. "You will count each drop pet. If you lose count, we will begin again. Understood?" I answer, louder than the last time "Yes Sir." You hold the candle high and slowly tilt it as the first drop hits my nipple. I gasp, mostly at the surprise of the immediate heat and at the same time surprised that it didn't feel hotter. I count, as you slowly drip the wax. At the count of eight, my voice becomes more desperate because your finger is driving me crazy. I try to move my hips with your finger and you respond, by moving it faster and harder. "Do you want me to stop, pet?" Desperation in my voice, "No Sir!" "Are you going to cum, my little slut?" I don't answer, only groan and turn my head to the side. You stop rubbing, but hold your finger against my clit. "What number were we at, love?" I stammer, "Seven Sir." But seeing the evil grin on your face, I quickly recount "No, eight Sir!" "That's two answers pet, you're only allowed one. We begin again." I moan in agony as you begin to drip the wax again. I start again at one. As the wax begins to build up, you gradually lower the candle, inch by inch. Covering my nipple, as well as most of my breast. I close my eyes, and concentrate only on the drip of the wax, breathing deeply, the pleasure of the heat becoming intoxicating. You begin on the next nipple, again, holding the candle high. "We reached 82 the last time pet, we will do the same, again. Now count." I count, my voice coming in sighs and gasps as I open my eyes and watch the flame. I no longer flinch as I watch each drop spill over the side of the candle, but instead, I moan. My mind seems to float. My body tingles and I'm totally unaware that you removed your finger from my clit long ago. I'm only aware of the heat, the sting and the intense pleasure that the carefully applied pain has brought me. I know if you were to ask me to crawl now, I'd gladly do it. I couldn't deny you anything, as long as this pleasure continued. My counting becomes nothing more than murmurs. You stopped at 82, but I still lay there, moving, writhing and groaning from the steady warmth covering my breasts. You roughly drive a dildo into my dripping cunt and by the third stroke, I'm screaming my pleas to cum. You keep stroking me, firm and hard. But don't answer. I feel my muscles gripping the dildo hard and know I can't stop my orgasm. "Sir, please, I can't stop, I beg you to grant me this orgasm. I beg you, please let this cunt cum for you!" You instantly stop stroking and pull the dildo out of me. You reach over me and take hold of the chain between the clover clamps, and begin pulling. I swear at you loudly and try to kick. Desperately close to losing all control. You pull the chain, ever so slowly as you begin to speak. "Stop NOW. You will not cum, you will not fight. Do you understand?" I groan and pull hard against the restraints, I listen, and will my body to listen, but I'm unable to show you that I comprehend. I collapse back, breathing heavily, screaming in disbelief and intense frustration. You stop pulling, but keep the chain taut as you continue "This is your punishment. It is not meant for pleasure. Although, I see that using your pleasure to teach you a lesson is very effective. I trust you will not soon forget this. But that is your decision." I bite my lower lip and try my best to hold back the sobs that want to fly from my mouth. My pussy, aching worse than ever before, wanting more, wanting release! You move up beside me and wipe the tears from my face as you reach down and take a clover clamp between in one hand. "You will thank me, when I release this clamp pet. You will not scream. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir, I will try." "You will do better than try, love. You will prove your obedience." You slowly squeeze the release on the clamp and I whimper and a sob escapes from my lips as the teeth of the clamp are pulled from my skin. My sobs make my breasts shake and I arch my back and become aware of the sweat beneath me. I can no longer hold back the emotions that are ripping through me and I cry quietly. I sob and say "Thank you, Sir." You reach for the other clamp, take it into your hand, "You did well pet, one more, and I expect the same obedience." I cringe, knowing all too well now how the removal of the second clamp is going to feel. I make fists and strain hard against the ropes, bracing myself. You squeeze the release together, but quickly this time. It takes only a second and the exquisite pain begins. Satiation (Part 3) I breathe deeply and my chest heaves as I try to stop crying. You first untie the ropes to the cuffs on my wrists, glancing at me, watching me as you move around the table. I watch you with such raw emotion in my eyes. You untie my ankles then pull them and slide me to the edge of the table. You take my arms and help me to sit up. I'm so weak, so spent I'm unable to do it myself. You gently place one hand behind my head and the other around my back and hold me to your shoulder. Your gentleness, only making me cry harder. After a good hard cry, I whisper into your ear "Thank you Sir. I apologize for misbehaving." You say nothing. Instead you pull me off the table so I'm standing, then grasping my shoulders, you turn me around and gently push my head down, so I am bent over the table. "Stretch your arms out pet, spread your legs and stay in that position." I groan because I'm so afraid of the torment that's obviously about to begin again. But I stand still, holding the position you have placed me in, as you once again tie my hands to the legs on the opposite side of the table, then tie my ankles to the legs nearest them. I curse silently in my head, or so I thought. "Please, not again. Please, please..." and my voice trails off into soft moans. My whole body, even my mind seems relaxed or perhaps, more like exhausted. I feel as if I couldn't possibly become wet again. My whole body is so spent there is nothing left. I hear you moving behind me, I hear the rustle of clothing, but am unaware of what you're doing, until I hear you unzip your pants. Instantly, the fire inside me warms my whole body and I feel my pussy begin to drip. I realize, I wasn't dry after all, because as my skin becomes on fire again the cum all over my legs, my pussy and my ass, seems cool compared to my skin. I feel your hands running up my thighs to my ass, spreading my cum over my skin and your hands. You push your fingers into my pussy, so slowly that it drives me crazy with need. I arch my back and try to push back onto them, wanting it harder, and faster. I have been in need for so long that my pussy is incredibly swollen and cramping. The pain is so real and so sharp. But of course I can't move far, and you're able to torment me at your own pace. You bend down and nip at my cheeks. As you slowly rotate your fingers inside me, you lick my ass and at first I tighten. I wonder "how can I be shy, after all that he's done?" But my own thoughts soon escape me and I'm back into my shell of only feeling. I'm nothing more than just a vessel of sensations. You tongue my ass, fucking it with your tongue, teasing it. I soon loosen up, allowing you full access to me. You remove your fingers and I growl my frustration loudly. I'm so afraid, you will end this here and now. I'm so afraid, of losing my mind! You shove something into my cunt and then I feel it vibrate. You move it in and out of me, harder and harder and I again arch my back. I sigh and my body stiffens. You shove a finger into my wet ass hard. "Are you cumming, my pet?" "No Sir!" I gasp, a little too loudly. Little do you know (or so I think) I did cum. Just a little one, not the release I need or am capable of after such torment, but it was a release needless to say. I feel you press the head of your cock to my ass. Pressing, a little harder, then yet a little harder until just the head pops inside me easily with my cum as lubricant. I gasp and pant as my ass tightens. I close my eyes, grit my teeth and pull against the restraints. You gently rub my cheeks and you move ever so slightly in then not quite all the way out of my ass. Over and over, teasing my hole, making me want more despite my discomfort. "Shhhhh pet, I won't hurt you this way, but you are going to take me. If you hadn't cum, I may have used another lubricant." I shut my eyes hard, not daring to say what I'm really thinking. I'm so desperate for any kind of release that any anger or frustration is minute compared to my need. Instead, I simply nod my understanding. As I feel myself relax, you push further into me. Your cock is so swollen, so incredibly hard that it scares me and I try to stand up as far as possible. My panting, becoming an indescribable loud sound escaping my throat. You gently push me back forward, rubbing my back, stroking my hair. Every time you feel me loosen more, you take advantage and slide further inside me. My ass finally relaxes and I feel a sudden need for all of you. I try to push back and you grant me what I need, pushing into me, to the hilt. I feel your fingers dig into my ass as you feel the vibrator in my pussy on the head of your cock. You hold so still, I'm not sure if you are just holding back, or making ME wait. I groan with deep satisfaction, of finally being filled with your cock. Learning to Beg Your fingers relax and you begin stroking me. I can feel every vein. I can feel the edge of the head of your cock as you pull back, and the width and iron hardness of your shaft, as you plunge deep back into me. Slowly at first, both of us enjoying every slow inch. I pull hard against the restraints with both my legs and wrists, I want more and I want it harder. I want to cum! Most of all, I want to feel you cum inside me! You stroke a little faster as you begin to spank my ass using a rhythm that matches your strokes inside my ass. The vibrating egg is driving me crazy, your cock is making it impossible to ignore the orgasm I feel building inside me, driving through me like a freight train. I finally scream "Please Sir, may this slut cum?" You don't answer, you just keep stroking and spanking, harder and harder. I beg again "Sir, PLEASE, may this slut cum for you?" Again, you don't answer, but each time you plunge into me, your hips slam into me so hard it drives my thighs into the edge of the table. "Please, please, cum inside me Master!" You grab my hair at the back of my head and growl "Now you have earned your orgasm. Cum NOW!". You use my hair as leverage along with your other hand on my hip and drive into me very hard and fast. As I feel my pussy and ass clench hard around you and around the egg I feel cum flowing out of my pussy. I strain hard against the restraints and scream loud, although you're the only one that can hear me. All I hear, is the roar of that freight train in my ears. I feel a heat spreading inside my ass and the satisfaction of knowing how I've pleased you, makes my orgasm yet stronger and longer. We both keep riding each other, riding the climax until it finally dissipates. You keep your cock inside me long after you cum. I flinch each time I feel it throb. "When I pull my cock out, you will not tighten up. That is my cum and it was a gift to you. You will do with it, as I say. Keep your ass loose and open for me. Do you understand?" "Yes Master, I understand" I reply, but my eyebrows are knit with distaste for what you're asking me to do. I'm grateful you can't see the look on my face. You pull your cock out, and I push slightly to make sure I don't instinctively tighten. As your head pops out, I feel your cum run down to my cunt. Our cum mixes together, dripping down my pussy and my thighs to the floor. The feeling is so warm, our scents mixed together, is intoxicating. Realizing the wisdom behind your order, I collapse onto the table, laying my cheek down against the coolness. I allow myself to drift, to float, to revel in this happiness and contentment. Learning to Behave 'Put on your long dress and the black lace panties.' I have every intention of making her suffer and requesting those clothes means that she is in no doubt of that fact either. She knows I like the access that the slits on each leg give me when I am using her. And the pattern of the lace panties looks exquisite through the cotton. It makes her look wanton. The cut of them across her hips shows off her curves like the slut she needs to be. She will look good when she receives the punishment that she deserves. It has been coming for a few days because her standards have slipped noticeably recently. There hasn't been one incident in particular but there have been a few times when she hasn't been quick enough to perform for me. Or has forgotten something. She even kissed me goodbye quite dismissively yesterday. She must learn that I am the focus of her existence. I am happy to teach her this fact. I can see the fear in her eyes as she walks back in the clothes I have requested. The trepidation in the way she holds herself accentuates her beauty. I'm going to enjoy punishing her today. She is going to tremble beneath me. I stand in front of her and take hold of her wrists. I sway them into one hand and lift her arms high over her head and lean forward as if to kiss her. As I get close I stop and smile at her. I love the disappointment and unease on her face as I do so. She is so perfect when she is on edge. I can see in her eyes that she craves to please me so much. I am going to help her. This is going to take a while so she deserves to be treated well today. That means I'll use the table rather than simply have her across my lap. It allows me to get up and admire her form as well. I'm quite proud of the table. It's amazing what you can do by taking a plane to a solid wood dining table. Six, three inch wide, grooves on the edges hold the long leather straps in place quite nicely. Cuffs attached to these mean that my toy doesn't move at all whilst I deal with her. I know it has the correct effect on her because I see the fear in her eyes when I take the straps out and lay them carefully over the desk. I take her hair, gently for now, and lead her to the table. I gently lay her face down across the table with her face sideways. She is bent at the waist with her feet still on the floor. Then I carefully take the six straps and loop them around the table, three either side of her. Each one has a cuff attached and I line them up so each arm has one for her wrist, one for her elbow and one just under her shoulder. I slip them over her and pull the straps tight so that her breasts are pulled tight on to the table and that her arms are completely immobilized. She is my object now. A toy that I can use. I love to see her like this. That's why I'm in no rush. I enjoy the anticipation that is growing in her. The longer I wait with her like this the greater the fear that her imagination is spawning. I take her a glass of water, lifting her face gently to place the straw in her mouth. I know that the smallest kindness expands the terror in her as she waits for the inevitable pain to start. I lay her head back down gently again and walk around behind her. Her curves drift across the table in this dress. Two back to back S shapes defining the hourglass that men have dreamt of since the dawn of time. I reach forward and grasp her hair tightly and in one motion haul her head back so she is looking forward. She screams as her shoulders are pulled against the straps. I know that is the last noise I'm going to hear from her for a while. I take the silver ducttape I have ready next to her and pull it across her mouth. After I have circled her head once I let go of her hair and use both hands to wrap it round and round her. Covering her lower head. Gagging and smothering her. She struggles against it as much as she can but there is no escape from this half mask in silver I have created for her. It is right up to her nose, with just the slightest slits allowing her to breathe through her nostrils. I lay her head back down and lean over her, looking into her eyes without saying a word. I can see the tears springing up as they dart around in fear. She has no idea what is going to happen. I like that and let her see my sly smile. I stand up straight again and reach down to lift the rear panel of her dress. Her exquisite pins are displayed for me as I do so. I drink in this view that has always stopped me dead. I lay the dress down across her back showing off her lace clad backside. My hands drop to her thighs and run lightly up over them, feeling her tremble as I move up and across her arse. I can hear her breathing getting heavier now as she begins to sob into the tape. I reach the waist of her panties and haul it hard, pulling them deep into her arse, exposing her cheeks entirely. As I do this I feel her body convulse with the first tiny pain I have given her. Just a taster of what is to come for this body in front of me. Her breathing is even heavier now. She is almost hyperventilating already. The fear in her eyes is beautiful to behold. I run my hands across her perfect arse and step back to turn the music on. I like to have some rhythm to aid me in my task. I think Joy Division suits my dark mood today. As the bass of Transmission kicks in I turn it up loud as I want her senses assaulted. I want her to be lost in this room with no thought of anything beyond these walls. I slowly fold my belt over as I watch her trembling sobbing form. She is virtually broken already. Before the first blow has even fallen. I lift the belt high over my head and bring the first blow down hard on her arse. Her whole body shudders and jumps against the bindings and her legs kick out. I enjoy the muffled scream trying to fight through the tape. She is never more beautiful than when she is used like this. I quickly settle into a steady routine. Blow after blow falling across the perfect orbs of her arse. Both cheeks marked, growing redder as the assault continues. They begin to cut and I know each successive blow will be multiplied in pain as it falls on the broken skin. The room is filled with the crack of leather and her muffled sobbing over the music. I can see the tears streaming from her now. There is no pretence or bravery as her mind breaks down to match her body. She's not even fighting against the cuffs any longer, she lies there, accepting her fate. She is merely flesh to be abused. After forty strokes I stop. I turn off the music and walk around in front of her again. I crouch down and listen to her stifled sobbing. 'You need to give yourself to me completely' I say as I stand again. 'Only then will you be complete.' I turn the music on again and continue the beating. Her soft flesh is already beginning to bruise and I smile at how much fun it will be watching her trying to sit for the next few days. She is quieter now though. She is more accepting of her punishment. I can see her fists clench with every blow but that is involuntary. The rest of her is maintaining a calm exterior. I've lost count of the blows this time. But there have been at least two songs worth so we are probably into three figures at least. The sobbing is much quieter as she drifts away from the pain. I turn off the music again and walk round to stroke her sodden face gently. 'Doesn't that feel much better? To know that you belong to me entirely? Life is better when you are owned by me isn't it? You were born to be possessed.' She tries to nod. It's pathetic watching her exhaustion stop her so I gently stroke her face again. I get up and walk back around behind her again. I hook a finger into her panties and pull them sideways out of her arse. I can only laugh at how wet she is. She's such a pathetic painslut. So needy for this. Her whole body screams to be used and degraded like this. And it betrays her too. Her cunt is sopping as I start to prod it with my fingers. The folds are glistening, begging for more attention. I can feel her pushing back against me, willing me to push deeper in to her. I drag my fingers down across her clit and laugh as she shudders. I am leaning against her left thigh now, my fingers probing her more. I push them palm down into her, pushing hard against her g-spot. Feeling her thigh wriggling against me now. The wheals and cuts scarlet under me. I can hear her moaning through the gag again. A different cause this time but the sobs sound the same as before. It's incredible how pleasure and pain both bring the same noise from a woman. She's trying to speak now, I can see in her eyes that she is pleading for more. I know she can feel me hard against her so I move across and lean my cock right on the entrance of her cunt. She is trying to push back on to me. It's so pathetic seeing her like this. Desperate to be used, even when in such pain. She needs to feel useful and this is what she has to do. I push deep into her and lie across her back, my weight across her injured arse making her neck snap back as I do. I lay my watch down in front of her face. 'You need this don't you slut. You need to be used. You're going to be begging me to stop before it ends.' I slowly begin to fuck her. Drawing my length out and then pushing back in to her injured body. I stand and place my hands on the edge of the table, not touching her at all. Using just her hole. Using her as the meat she is. No intimacy. I keep a slow pace going. Slow but firm, rattling and stretching the damaged skin with every thrust. I can feel her tensing and wriggling on me, I know she is getting close. It is the pain that carries her to the brink. I can hear her breathing shorten and the gasps from behind the mask. I can see her watching the watch, I am slowing all the time and holding myself. Making her wait. Making her suffer. Ten, twenty, thirty minutes pass with her, grunting and sweating. Wanting more. Never quite getting what she needs. Forty minutes pass with her body trembling and suffering every second. I am getting close now, I slow it right down to hold on. I can feel her getting tighter, squeezing on me, trying to make me come. Trying to wrestle some level of control back from me. 'Dumb bitch. This isn't your party!' I stop and withdraw as I say this. I slap hard down on the harlequin of bruises on her arse and watch her body spasm again. I walk around the table and take her head in my hands. I rip the tape away and before she even finishes that first gasp of air I push my cock between her lips. I won't last long now. Holding her hair and fucking her throat. Violently. Thrusting in to her mouth, hearing her gag. Enjoying the hell I'm putting her through. Knowing she needs to be treated like this. Like a pathetic whore. I come deep down her throat, she gags and chokes on it but I don't withdraw. Making her suck every drop from me, ensuring she swallows it all. 'What do you say slut?' I look down at her cum stained, bruised and lipstick smeared face as I say this. 'Thank you, Sir. I belong to you.' 'Good girl.' I let go of her hair and her exhausted frame slumps against the table again. I walk round behind her again and insert a thick dildo in her. She has done well and deserves a reward. I pull the panties back in to place to hold it then I push a wand under her weight so it is resting against her clit and the end of the dildo, sending the vibrations deep into her. Then I turn the music back on and take one last look at the broken glory in front of me before I turn out the light and leave her to enjoy her reward. Her moans are already beginning to grow again. I'll come back in a few hours by which time she should be begging for it to be over. I think she'll be well behaved for at least a few months.