0 comments/ 14480 views/ 2 favorites Plan B Ch. 02 By: GoldenGrace This is chapter 2 of Plan B. You can probably read this without reading chapter 1 but it will make more sense if you read them in order. Please enjoy! "Oh no." I say. "We're definitely done." And I tug impatiently at the wrist restraints. You smile again. "I don't think you're really in a position to make that determination, darling." You reply, as you slide your cock out of my ass and stand up. "Your ass looks beautiful with my marks on it." You tell me, giving me a quick swat on my already burning cheeks causing me to jump and squeal. "It makes my dick hard just seeing you like that. Spread out, bound to the bed, bright red ass in the air. You are gorgeous." You run your hands appreciatively down my back and over my ass. It's quite tender and even the soft loving strokes you give me now cause me to wince a little. "Well unchain me and I'll see what I can do about that hard cock for you." I offer seductively looking back over my shoulder and licking my lips. "Oh you're not getting out of this that easy." You tell me. "I have plans for you tonight." "So did I." I murmur to myself. "Grace." You call my name, your voice is serious. "If you want out of the cuffs, tell me now. You know what to say. If not, we will continue and I promise you will not regret it." I ponder this a moment. I can see that my plans are shot to hell and I figure I might as well help you to achieve yours. We've been moving in this direction for a while, but I've never let you really tie me up, never given you total control before. It's not my nature. But I can see that you want this. That you need this from me and it is my nature to give you that. I will give you everything I am to make you happy. "Grace?" your voice interrupts my musings. "Son of a bitch." I mutter under my breath. This is it. I'm going to submit to you completely. I already know I'm yours, that I belong to you and only you. We both do. But tonight I will show you that by letting you have your way with me, by letting you dominate me. I have fought this every step of the way. I fell for you in an instant and have never looked back, but it has been hard for me to admit how much power you have over me. Usually I am the one in control. Usually I call the shots. But not this time. When I fell for you I fell completely like I never had before. I had no control. It was overwhelming. You were like a tidal wave pulling me under. I couldn't control it and I didn't want to try. And that scared the hell out of me. But it was intoxicating at the same time. Tonight, if this is what you want from me, if this is what you need then I will give it to you. Take me. Take all I am, take everything. I'm yours totally and completely. Use me like the whore that I am for your pleasure and I will submit. Only please, please, don't make me say it. "Grace." You move to my side again and place your hand on my cheek. You stare down into my eyes. Fuck! You're going to make me say it. "Grace, my sexy little slut." You wrap your fingers in my hair and tug. You know that makes my pussy twitch when you do that. You bring your face down to mine so our lips are almost touching. "You must tell me that this is what you want. So there is no confusion." "Fuck." I say softly burying my face into the sheets. "Come on kitten, you can do it. Tell me what I want to hear." You prompt me gently as you begin to stroke my cunt. "Are you ok with continuing? Will you submit to me tonight?" You slowly slide the glass dildo out of my soaked pussy and place it on the bed. You circle your finger around my clit and pinch it lightly knowing this drives me crazy. "You know you want to. You know deep down you want to give me control, you need to give me control. Now tell me." Your voice is demanding, strong and controlling. "Are you ok with continuing?" "Yes." I whisper. "Yes, what?" you ask. Son of a bitch. "Yes I'm ok with continuing." I respond through my clenched teeth. I know that's not what you were asking me to say but I just can't bring myself to say it. You suddenly shove two fingers into my cunt and I gasp. You press your thumb against the opening of my ass which is dripping with your come. I start to groan and grind my hips back against your hand. As much as I try to deny it, giving you control really gets me going. You are so forceful, so controlling, so, so...dominant that I just get all kinds of turned on. You let me hump your hand for a few seconds while you tease my pussy and ass and then suddenly you pull your hand away. Damn! I was just getting close to another orgasm too! "Let's try this again." You say roughly. "Yes, what?" I turn my head to stare at you and I see how dark your eyes are. I know you're in no mood for smart ass answers but the thought of what I must say makes me cringe. You grab my face and I can smell my pussy on your hand. "Answer me!" you demand. "Yes." I gasp. "I am ok with continuing. Sir." I spit out the last word like it's poison. You grin. Your face can barely contain the smile it's so big. You stroke my cheek and purr, "That wasn't so bad, now, was it kitten?" and then you reinsert your fingers into my hot, wet cunt. You thrust them in and out hard and fast, your thumb pressing against my clit each time. Instantly I'm moaning again, close to climax and grinding on your hand. You feel my pussy start to clench down on your fingers and can tell I'm almost there, right on the brink of another orgasm. I'm writhing around on your hand, delirious in my pleasure when suddenly you pull your fingers out of my soaked pussy. I groan in disappointment, my cunt clutching at nothing, desperately trying to find some sensation to continue towards climax. But you've stopped. "No!" I moan, "I was so close! Why did you stop?" I whine. You cluck your tongue at me and say in an amused voice, "Now, kitten, I know you're new at this, but there are certain rules you must learn to follow. When you are submitting to me you do not question me, my actions, or anything I do. You do not speak unless I ask you a question or give you permission. I am in control of you, of your body, of your orgasms. You do as you're told, no questions. And if you do not obey you will be punished. Do you understand?" I glare at you. If my hands were free right now I'd smack that smug look right off your face. But my hands aren't free, and I'm spread out across the bed naked with my ass in the air and I got here by my own free will. I got here because you were right- deep down I wanted to give you this. So I answer your question with a polite, "Yes, Sir." Though my jaw stays clenched while I do. "Good. You're a quick learner, I knew you would be." You smile at me. "I'd hate to have to start off by punishing you." I wonder to myself what kind of punishment you would actually inflict on me. We both know I like a certain amount of pain. That discussion is what started us down this path in the first place. So, threatening me with pain wouldn't be much of an incentive to behave. Then it came to me- orgasms. You said you control my orgasms. Tying me up, turning me on, bringing me right to the edge and then denying me release- THAT would be pure torture for me. That would certainly be a punishment. That would certainly get me to do whatever you demanded of me. That would be how you could control me. I cursed you silently for knowing me so well and I cursed myself even more for getting myself into this. You reach over my head and undo the cuff on my left hand and then the one on my right. "Get up and kneel on the bed, pet- on your hands and knees facing me." You tell me. I quickly do as I'm told- not wanting to anger you and risk my orgasms. My legs are shaky and my pussy is still dripping and aching for release. You move in front of me, wiping off your cock with a washcloth. "Take my cock in your mouth. Do not use your hands." You say when you've finished cleaning yourself. "I want to fuck that tight little cunt of yours so you're going to suck me until I'm hard again." Knowing you that won't take much effort on my part. I bend down a little and tentatively lick the head of your dick. There's a little drop of come leaking out the tip and I run my tongue over it. I love the taste of your come. Gently I suck the head of your cock into my mouth and slowly begin to take more of you in using my tongue to inch you farther and farther inside me. As I run my tongue along the underside of your dick I can feel you begin to swell and pulse. I suck harder and soon have your entire length buried in my mouth. I love feeling your cock grow hard while I suck on you. Just as I anticipated it doesn't take long before your cock is full, thick and hard again. On my hands and knees, I grip the edge of the bed as you grab the back of my head and force me down onto your huge dick. Your head presses into the back of my throat and I gag. Tears sting my eyes and I try to pull back but you hold tight, forcing my head farther down, forcing me to take more of your cock down my throat. I can't breathe, I feel like I'm suffocating, tears are streaming down my face, smearing my mascara and I'm afraid I'm going to pass out when suddenly you pull back a little- just enough to let me breathe- and then shove your hard cock back down my throat again. I gag again, and you moan. I guess the feeling of my throat contracting around your dick feels good. I'm starting to drool and my saliva is dripping down your cock. You pull my head back again and then start to slowly fuck my mouth. Your grasp on my head tightens, pulling my hair as you thrust yourself into me, and my pussy contracts. You using me like this is making me even wetter. I feel your balls tighten against my chin and your cock jumps in my mouth. I know you're getting close to coming and I start sucking hard on the head of your dick. You pull my head back and your cock pops as it leaves my mouth. I stare at you in surprise, wondering why you stopped. I'm about to ask, when I remember- I am submitting to you tonight and that means I do not question you. "Lie down on your back." You gasp. I can tell you're clinging to control, but just barely. "I'm going to tie you up now and fuck that hot little cunt of yours." You tell me. That alone is enough to make me obey. The thought of your massive dick stretching my aching cunt is enough to make me do anything. I lie down quickly with my arms and legs by my side. "Spread them." You say simply. And I know exactly what you mean. I spread my arms above my head and spread my legs as far apart as they can go. I'm now lying spread eagle on the bed. You grab my ankles roughly and slide them up the bed until the backs of my heels are touching my thighs. You swiftly secure my wrists and ankles so I can't move and a slow panic washes over me. I can't move. I'm lying bound, legs splayed lewdly open, completely immobile, totally and utterly at your mercy. My pussy drips in anticipation. You grab the glass dildo that is still coated in my juices and rub it along my slit. "You cunt is soaked. You're such a dirty whore. You like this- you can't lie- your body gives you away." You shove the dildo into my pussy and pull it back out. You pinch my clit and I moan, I try to buck away but I can't move an inch. You slide the dildo back towards my ass and plunge it in. I yelp in surprise more than pain- I wasn't expecting that. And you slap my clit. I yelp again, but again my body betrays me and my pussy gushes. You see and feel my wetness and you smile. "That's right, kitten, I know you like it. And we're just getting started." I blush. My entire body flushes red in embarassment at how your rough treatment and domination turns me on. You slap my clit again, harder this time and my body bucks involuntarily. My cunt convulses and spasms on the verge of orgasm just from a swat to my clit. You're right, I am a dirty, filthy whore. I see you smile at my body's reaction to what you're doing. You're really enjoying this, and I can tell it's turning you on as much as it's turning me on. Your cock is rock hard and throbbing. I can see it pulse with every heartbeat. It's standing straight up and so swollen it's a bright reddish purple. It actually looks like it hurts it's so hard. You rise up on your knees and lean over me, aiming your dick at the entrance to my pussy. With one hand you grab my throat and stare into my eyes. You squeeze my airway tightly- so tight I can't breathe. My eyes widen in panic as you lean in and whisper to me. "Remember, slut, you don't come without my permission. I'm going to fuck that tight little cunt of yours now. Do not come until I tell you. Understand?" You let go of my throat so I can answer. "Yes, Sir." I gasp. But I have no idea how I will manage. Your hand around my neck and your menacing words have my pussy dripping and convulsing in little anticipatory orgasms already. I try desperately to calm myself, to think of something, anything else besides how achingly, terribly, agonizingly turned on I am. But it's no use. My mind, my entire being is centered on my cunt, on my arousal, on my need for release. I don't want to let you down and I certainly don't want to be punished, but I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself from coming when you thrust your hard cock inside me. You can see the struggle in my eyes as you look at me and you smirk. "Don't let me down, kitten." You say as you rise up on your knees. You pinch my clit once more for good measure and I squeal and writhe around on the bed. You laugh darkly. "That's my little slut." you say "I love how you love the pain." You reach underneath me and grab my hips, lifting my bottom up so I'm half in the air, half on the bed. I'm completely helpless, lying there like a little rag doll. And I realize then, that's exactly what I am tonight. I'm your toy. I'm your own personal little fuck toy. This realization causes me to moan. I can't even tell you how much that thought turns me on. You direct your dick at the entrance to my tight wet cunt and in one swift movement you shove yourself all the way in to the hilt. You let out a strangled cry as my pussy clamps down and squeezes. "You whore." you scream at me. "God your fucking cunt is so tight!" you growl as you begin to pound into my soaked pussy. Using my hips as leverage you shove yourself in and out of me in long, hard, violent thrusts. And every thrust is punctuated by a dirty name. "Slut! Whore! Cunt! Bitch!" you curse at me as your hips crash into my pussy at the end of each violent thrust. Your language and the way you're pounding into me, so hard, so angry, like you're just using me to get off, with no care for my own pleasure quickly has me fighting off my own orgasm. I'm panting heavily, and moaning at each stroke into my cunt. You feel my pussy being to tighten aroud your dick, you hear my cries getting louder and you reach one hand up to pinch my nipple. You know what this does to me. You're torturing me on purpose. "Don't you dare." you say coldly as you stare at me. "Don't you dare come yet, bitch." "Oh God!" I groan. "Please!" I beg you. "Please I don't think I can stop it." I cry out. "No!" you yell at me as you continue to pound ruthlessly into my tightening cunt. "No you do not have permission to come yet." "Please! Please, please, please let me come!" I'm right there. I'm so on the edge I don't know how I've managed to keep from falling off. My pussy is trembling with little pre-orgasm quakes. I'm so aroused it hurts and I desperately need release. I feel like I'll die if I don't come right now, right this second. "You beg so nice." you reply. "But you cannot come yet." "Oh God!" I scream. I'm sure I'm going to come anyway, permission or not. "Oh God, oh God, oh God!" I feel the orgasm swelling within me, too big to hold back. "Master, PLEASE may I come now?!" I cry out, defeated. I am begging you, admitting your control, your mastery of me. It's a last ditch effort, a final plea, an admission to you that I finally know my place and a heartfelt request for permission before I am sure to disappoint you by coming anyway. And apparently it was what you were waiting to hear. "Yes my slut, you may come. Come NOW!" you say as you flick my clit one last time. And I explode. My entire body convulses, my cunt locks down around your cock so tightly that you can't even move. I am coming harder and longer than I ever have before. I can't stop shaking. My whole body feels like it's on fire. From somewhere far away I hear you growling and spasming in your own orgasm, feel you digging your nails into my hips and spraying my insides with your come. It seems like an eternity that my body rides this intense wave of pleasure, and indeed once I finally regain consciousness it appears it was a good 7 minutes that I was consumed in orgasmic bliss. When I finally do come down, I realize that you've released my arms and legs and are lying next to me, brushing the hair away from my forehead. I look up at you. I'm utterly exhausted, sweaty and beaten. No matter what I try to tell myself, no matter how hard I try to deny it, you truly are my master. There's no hiding from it anymore. And after that experience, there's no way I want to. "Are you ok, kitten?" you ask me, concerned. "Are you kidding?" I reply. You laugh as you lean in to kiss me gently on the lips. "You see, my dirty little whore, you should have listened to me from the beginning." you say in mock anger. "I told you if you submitted to me you wouldn't regret it. And I was right, wasn't I?" I stare up at you, so strong and masuline and sexy. And dominating. Definitely dominating. My heart starts pounding rapidly as I look into your eyes. I quickly look down, blushing and tongue tied. Nobody has ever made me feel like this. You reach up and grab a nipple and pull. "I was right, wasn't I kitten." you say again. "Yes." I finally answer. "Yes, you were right. Master." Plan B Ch. 03 I'm waiting for you, as you instructed, naked, kneeling, eyes down facing the bedroom door. My hands are clasped behind my back and I'm shaking in anticipation. My pussy is shaved completely smooth and I'm so wet that I can feel the moistness dripping down my swollen lips and coating the insides of my thighs. Per your instructions I've prepared and laid out our toys on a clean white towel at the foot of the bed. Including the three new items you told me to purchase while you were away. It's been a week since our last encounter, since that amazing earth shattering night where you tore me open and laid me bare, my body and soul raw and bleeding in your hands. That night I finally submitted to you completely; I gave you the greatest gift I had the power to give, the gift of myself and we haven't seen each other since then. You were called away for work the next morning and it's been extremely hard on both of us. That night changed things. I found something within myself that night that I never knew existed, and we connected with each other on a level that can't be explained, only felt. Since then, having you away from me has been excruciating. Of course we've talked on the phone, and emailed and texted, but it's not the same. Since you've been gone you've still been careful to make sure that my "training" hasn't stopped even though you weren't here to personally oversee it. Before you left you told me that I was going to have several tasks to fulfill while you were away. My first job was to go to the store to purchase some new toys. You left the choices up to me, with three caveats. One toy had to be something you could use to whip me with; the second toy had to be a dildo or butt plug, something that could be placed inside me and worn when we go out; and the third item I was to purchase was a collar. A symbol of my submission to you. You knew that making me buy these items, the implements of my torture, would test my limits and turn me on at the same time. And you were right. At the store as I perused the walls of dildos and cases of straps, whips and riding crops, I could feel my pussy tingle and moisten at the thought of all the deliciously wicked things you would do to me with the toys I finally bought. Eventually I settled on a riding crop- I knew you had wanted one, a glass butt plug and a thick leather collar with nipple clamps. I'd been wanting to try nipple clamps for a while and when I saw the collar I figured it would be perfect. The clamps were removable too, so if you didn't want to use them you could take them off. I was so aroused by the time I left the store that I played with myself on the way home in the car. That was the other task you had set for me. I was to play with myself every day, but not come. And I was to call you when I was touching myself to describe to you what I was doing, and also, I think, to ensure I didn't come. Of course, I wouldn't have lied to you if I did slip up and come anyway and you knew that, but I think at this early stage since you couldn't physically be there you wanted to be as much of a presence as possible. Even if it was only over the phone. In the car on the way home, I put in my headset and called you. You didn't answer so I left you a message. "Hello, Master, it's me, your dirty little slut." I said to your voicemail, "I just left the store and I bought the items as you instructed and now I'm so turned on I'm playing with myself. My dirty little cunt is so wet right now I'm sliding my fingers up and down my hot wet slit and it feels SO good! I'm so close to coming- it's been so long! But I won't. I'll just keep playing and teasing my dirty slut pussy for you and wait for you to get home. I can't wait to see you. Bye." And I hung up. I played with myself the whole way home, bringing myself right to the edge of orgasm and then stopping. It was delicious, excruciating torture, and I knew you'd be pleased with me. And that is how the week went very slowly by. Every night I'd call you and you'd instruct me to touch myself, to fuck myself with my dildo or my vibrator. You'd tell me to pinch my clit or my nipples, hard, harder until you heard me squeal in pain. You had me violate my own ass with my new butt plug and take a picture to send to you. You'd listen intently as I masturbated, paying close attention to my panting moans, my increased breathing, my gasps of pleasure until you knew I was right on the edge and then you'd tell me to stop. I'd lie there, sweating, my skin on fire, my cunt clutching and spasming desperately, frantically, crying out for release and you'd laugh. You could feel my frustration over the phone and you fed off it. "Not yet, kitten." You crooned into the phone. "Not yet, but soon." And now, tonight is the night. You are coming home. You're going to be here any minute and I am waiting for you, as you instructed, naked, kneeling and facing the door. I can feel the slickness of my cunt when I shift my weight. My shaved pussy lips slide smoothly together, caressing each other making me even wetter. I feel a trickle run slowly down my right thigh. I need you so badly. I need you to touch me, use me, break me and make me come. I hear a car drive up and a door slam. You're home. You take your time coming inside and taking off your coat. I listen closely to your movements downstairs trying to ascertain what you're doing. I can't tell, but it sounds like you're pouring a drink, taking off your shoes, going to the bathroom. Whatever you're doing it seems to be taking an eternity while I wait here naked and kneeling, dripping and aching for you. I think you might be making me wait on purpose, drawing out my agony and anxiousness. Finally, I hear you ascend the stairs. You open the bedroom door and my heart about leaps out of my chest. You are so sexy. So strong and masculine. My pussy twitches at the site of you standing there. From where I am kneeling, my eyes are level with your groin and I can tell that you like what you see as well. Your cock is starting to throb and swell in your pants. I keep my eyes down as you instructed, though I really want to look at you, to see your face, your smile, to see how much I've pleased you by following your instructions. I hear you put down a glass on the dresser and then I hear another sound, the sexiest sound ever, the sound of your belt buckle as you slide the leather from around your waist. My cunt clutches involuntarily and I moan quietly. "Hello, little one," you whisper. "My God how I've missed you." You reach down to lift my chin with one finger so I'm staring up into your steel blue-gray eyes. I start to tremble with want, with need. You lean in and brush your lips against mine and I can taste the liquor on your breath. Your tongue snakes into my mouth, parting my lips roughly and assaulting my tongue. You grab the back of my head and force your tongue deeper into my mouth, possessing me, pressing me to you, lifting me off the ground and into a crushing embrace. My nipples stiffen against the coarse material of your dress shirt. You shove a leg in between my thighs and I start to rub my needy cunt up and down your leg, spreading my juices all over your slacks. Still kissing me, you grab my ass with one hand and start to knead the flesh roughly, running your fingers up and down the crease to my pussy and back, lubricating my hole before shoving your finger deep in my ass. I'm starting to get close to coming, I'm so aroused and so turned on from the week of denial that I'm afraid I might come just from humping your leg. Then just as suddenly as you started, you stop. You push me away roughly, holding me at arms length. We're both breathing heavily, starting at each other through eyes glazed with lust and I realize that you just came close to losing that control you'd so carefully cultivated over the past week. I quickly bow my head, to show you I know my place, and also to hide the slow smile that came from the knowledge I had just gained. You reach out and grab my left nipple. With a sharp squeeze you pull on it and twist it. I squeal. "You dirty little slut. I'll wipe that smile off your whore face." You hiss as you slowly torture my nipple. Apparently I didn't lower my head quickly enough to hide that smile. With your other hand you reach down and without warning shove two fingers deep into my soaked cunt. I groan and spread my legs farther apart. Using the fingers that are inside me, you pull me closer to you. You press your thumb hard against my clit. "Oh, God Sir! Please!" I moan. "Please what slut?" you ask. "Please, oh GOD I think I'm going to come." I shudder. I'm so close, so so close I'm afraid I won't be able to stop. "No. You do not have permission to come yet, bitch." You say coolly as you twist your fingers inside me. "OH" I sob, desperately trying to hold back the wave that's threatening to crash over me. Then suddenly your fingers are gone and I feel you move away from me. You walk over to the chest at the foot of the bed where I've placed all our toys. My impending orgasm begins to fade and my body relaxes a little. I see you out of the corner of my eye, inspecting the toys. I've placed them all on a clean white towel and I wrapped a bright red bow around the new riding crop I bought for you. You pick it up, smiling, and then smack it against your hand, testing the sting and bend of the instrument. "Come here." You command me, without looking over. I walk to you and stand there awaiting whatever you have in store for me. You look at me and reach a hand out to caress my cheek. "Look at me, kitten." You say. And I do. "You've done a very good job following all my instructions. I'm very proud of you." You lean down and tenderly kiss my forehead. I feel like I'm glowing. "Show me the toys you bought and tell me what you were thinking about when you picked them out." You tell me as you turn back towards the erotic display. "Well, Sir, you found the toy I got for you to whip me with. I know you wanted a riding crop so that's what I bought. Sir, I got so wet when I was buying this, just thinking about you tying me to the bed and spanking my dirty slut pussy with it." I say, blushing and looking down. You look at me and smile. "The red bow was a nice touch, kitten." You say. "And what else did you buy?" "The glass butt plug, but you already knew about that one from the picture." I say motioning towards the small glass plug sitting on the towel. "Yes, I did know about that one." You chuckle. "How did it feel being forced to put the plug in your own ass, kitten? Did you like it? Did it turn you on to violate your own ass and then take pictures of yourself being so slutty and dirty?" "Yes, Master, it did." I admit. "I felt so dirty doing it and my dirty whore cunt got so wet from shoving the plug up my ass that after I took the picture I played with myself. I didn't come, though. But I got really really close. Well, you know that, too since I called you." "Yes, I remember, kitten." You reply with a smile. "There was one more item you were supposed to purchase, little one. Let's see it." I walk over to the dresser and open my underwear drawer. The collar is sitting right on top and the strong scent of leather fills my nostrils. I grab it from its frilly resting place and return to you, holding it out in two hands like an offering. "It's a beautiful choice, kitten. I like the removable nipple clamps. I think tonight those beautiful pink buttons of yours will feel the kiss of the clamps for the first time. How does that sound?" I know it's a rhetorical question and I tremble at the thought of my sensitive flesh being captured in those cold metal teeth. My entire body is one big erogenous zone at this point. You have me hanging by a thread, wound so tight that one well placed stroke will set me off, and you know it. I am on fire with need, burning, aching and swollen to capacity. My skin is tingling and more wetness gushes from the slick folds of my pussy. "Come here, little one." You motion to me as you take the collar from my hands. "Are you ready?" I glance up at you and smile shyly. I'm ready, I want this, but it's still so hard for me to admit how much power, how much control you have over me, and how much I need it. But I don't want to back down now, I know deep down that this is what we both need, it's what we are and so I nod. "Yes, Master, I'm ready." "Then turn around and pull your hair up, that's it." You say as I face away from you and raise my hair so you can place the collar around my neck. It feels so seductively intimate, the way you lock the collar into place, gently, carefully, pulling it just tight enough but not so it hurts. You run your hands down my neck and shoulders, caressing my spine, down my back to the swell of my ass. You reach up to grab my breasts and pull me to you, my back to your chest. You're so warm and so hard. I can feel your cock pressing against my ass through your pants. You twist and pull on my nipples while you bite my earlobe. You moan into my ear and start to rub your throbbing dick along the crack of my ass. "Turn around and face me." You command. Slowly I turn in a circle, the nipple clamps swaying against my breasts, making my nipples hard. "Beautiful." You gasp as you stare at me. "You look absolutely beautiful in leather my little slut." Suddenly you grab me and pull me to you, crushing my lips with yours you devour my mouth. Kissing you like that leaves me breathless and weak in the knees. As you pull away from me I can see desire like lightning in your gaze. With both hands you pinch my nipples and pull outwards. I squeal in pain as you reach up and grab the clamp and fasten it to my right nipple. "Is that tight enough, kitten?" you ask me. "Yes!" I reply quickly. You turn the clamp one half twist more. You move onto the left one. Grabbing my hard pink nub and pulling it outwards, stretching it and fastening the clamp tightly onto my flesh. I hiss as the teeth bite me and the burn settles in. It hurts, a deep constant pain and my pussy reacts with enthusiastic spasms and gushing wetness. You reach your hand down to feel my body's reaction to the clamps. "You do like it, slut. If it's possible, I think your dirty whore cunt just got even wetter." You tell me as you roughly rub my slit. You pinch my clit quickly and then pull your hand away. "Go lie down on the bed, horizontally with your head off the side. On your back, legs spread." You tell me. I quiver. I know it's going to begin, whatever torture you have planned for me is about to start. I move to the bed and lie down as you commanded. I spread my legs out as far as they can go, feeling the burn in my stretched thigh muscles. I watch as you slowly undress, undoing the buttons of your shirt and carefully placing it on the dresser. Your pants are next, and I can see the white stain where I had rubbed my soaked cunt against your leg earlier. As you step out of your pants and boxers your huge cock bounces and springs out from your body. I feel my mouth water just looking at your gorgeous prick. I hope that you'll use my mouth tonight because I really want to taste your come. You walk around the side of the bed, holding the riding crop and you aim your cock at my mouth. It looks like I'm going to get my wish as you force the head of your dick between my lips. From this position you can shove your cock all the way down my throat and the angle feels incredible for you. I begin to suck and lick your shaft as you begin to slowly pound in and out of my mouth, fucking my face. Every time you thrust down my throat your balls press against my nose smothering me in your musky scent. You moan deeply as I swirl my tongue down your length when you pull out of my mouth. I suck on the head of your dick and gently rake my teeth along the ridge. You love when I do that and I instantly feel your cock swell in response. You grab my head in both hands and thrust your dick violently back down my throat causing me to gag. You groan again as you feel my throat muscles desperately convulsing trying to force you out. Slowly you pull back and thrust back in, setting a regular rhythm while I continue to tease you with my tongue. "Keep your legs spread, bitch." You command all of a sudden. I hadn't realized it, but while I was focused on sucking your cock, my legs had been slowly coming closer, my thighs pressing together seeking some kind of release. "In fact," you say, "Hold your legs apart and spread your pussy open for me. Use both hands." You tell me. I reach down and pull the slippery wet lips of my pussy open for you. The cold air against my burning cunt feels almost like a slap. I shudder and moan, causing a pleasant sensation on your cock which is still buried deep in my mouth. "That's a good little slut." you say as you stare at my sopping wet cunt. "Your filthy little pussy is soaked. It looks like it could use some attention." You say wickedly. And that's when I see you raise the riding crop you'd been holding in your right hand. As you continue to slide your cock in and out of my mouth you trail the tip of the riding crop down my chest and stomach to the hot wet opening of my pussy. You rub the tip in my juices, teasing the entrance of my cunt, thrusting the tip in just a little and then pulling it out. Then suddenly and without any warning, the crop comes down hard on my swollen clit. I cry out though my mouth is still stuffed full with your cock, I scream around it at the sudden excruciating pain. Involuntarily, my hands fly away from my cunt and my legs squeeze shut. The crop comes down on my right nipple, sharply and painfully. I scream again. "Legs OPEN bitch!" you growl. "I won't tell you again. Spread those legs and hold your cunt open for me. NOW." Hurriedly I scramble to comply with your command. Though my brain is struggling to comprehend why I would submit to this, why I would willingly hold myself open to such torture, my body is already acquiescing. As soon as my cunt is open and exposed again the crop comes down in a harsh quick snap. I scream again, but manage to keep my legs apart and my hands spreading my cunt lips. You continue your assault on my mouth and my clit, striking a regular rhythm, shoving your cock deep into my mouth and then spanking my clit with the crop, mouth, clit, mouth, clit and soon my hips are rocking, rising up to meet the sweet sting of the crop. I can feel the pain turning to pleasure, the strike of the crop turning to a lover's caress. And before I know it the intense burning sting of the crop is tearing my orgasm up from deep within my belly. I'm moaning and screaming now, my body writhing around on the bed in pure frantic bliss. I'm going to come soon and hard and I'm waiting, desperate to hear the words that will release it from me. Then suddenly I feel your cock swell in my mouth and you pull out. One final harsh flick of the crop on my cunt and you scream, "NOW! Come now whore!" And I do. I erupt in spasms, my body convulsing and contorting on the bed. At the same time my body explodes in orgasm I feel the hot salty spurts of your come pouring down my throat. You're aiming your spasming cock at my mouth, shooting your come into my open lips and I scream and gulp it down, writhing in the agony of my own orgasm. We both come for what seems like hours, our bodies expelling the pent up lust and frustration of a very long week. I ride the wave, getting off on the fact that you made me come from whipping my cunt and from the hot strings of come you sprayed into my mouth that are still dripping out of the corners of my lips. Reliving it all in my head keeps my orgasm flowing through me, I can ride the wave as long as I want, surfing my own climax. You stand there transfixed by the incredible power you've unleashed inside me. I scream as each wave overtakes me. I scream until my voice is hoarse. You lie down on the bed beside me and remove the nipple clamps, causing another intense spasm to wrack my body. Quickly you move between my legs and start to lap at the freely flowing juices you find there. I think, somewhere in the back of my mind, I think I might come forever, I might never stop. Your hot wet tongue on my swollen abused clit sends lightening bolts through my body and the wave takes me even higher. I don't think I can take any more of this, I've been coming for so long I'm going to collapse of exhaustion. Finally, you come back to lie next to me and stroke my face, brush my hair out of my eyes, and slowly, very slowly I come back down. I'm floating. My body is as light as a feather. I shiver as the sweat begins to evaporate off my heated body. You pull me close to you, wrap me in a blanket and kiss me, fully, deeply, passionately.