0 comments/ 39265 views/ 2 favorites Struggle By: cymbidia He grabbed a tight handful of my hair and pulled my open mouth all the way down onto his cock. I felt it plunge into my throat just before I gagged, pulling back, fighting for air. Growling wordlessly, he thrust into my mouth again and again, fucking my face without mercy. I choked and struggled, trying to give him pleasure, trying harder for air and space. I knew he loved the struggle and fight I put up when he wanted me to take him all the way down. He loved to hear me choke on his cock while I tried to obey, to pleasure him. Suddenly he pushed me away. I sprawled onto my back, looking up at him, panting. "Close your eyes and keep them closed, slave. Do you understand?" I nodded, closing them obediently. I heard him moving around the room and then felt him returning to the bed, to my side. A quiet moment and then-oh God!-pain bit deeply into my nipple as he applied the toothed clamp. I gasped, shrinking back, my hands coming up to cradle and cover my other breast. "What are your hands doing?" he asked, a small amount of amusement coloring his words. Moaning, "I'm sorry, Master," I pulled my hands back, screwing my eyes more tightly closed. I held my breath and tried to be still. Pain, again. Sharp and biting as he seated the second clamp around my other nipple. I sobbed aloud at the lancing pain, the sob becoming a scream when he pulled the cord that connected the two clamps. Arcing up off the bed, I tried to follow his fingers as they made the cord dance and sway in the air above me. "Keep them closed, slave," he reminded me sternly, one hand manipulating the cord, the other stroking against my clit, circling and pushing, driving me wild with arousal. He worked me hard, offering wild red pain with one hand and incredibly smooth pleasure with the other. I screamed and begged and spread my legs widely while trying not to move my breasts at all. In the end, as always, I begged him to let me cum. Keeping his finger on my clit, he let the cord fall onto my body as he finally gave me the permission I sought. I exploded then, screaming, writhing, my body a thing of fire and flame, completely out of my control. I was gasping, still riding the wracking waves of pleasure he had manufactured in me, and barely noticed when he rolled me to my tummy and pulled my hips up toward him. He slapped my ass hard as my spasms ended. In response, I whimpered, balling my hands into the bedclothes, holding on. I knew what was coming. Deep moans escaped me as he roughly smeared my slippery juices against the tight ring of my ass. "Horny bitch," he said in a hoarse whisper, positioning himself behind me. "Keep your eyes closed and your hands over your head. Don't make me use a blindfold. Don't make me tie your hands up there. Obey me, slave." He pushed his cock against my ass, its head jamming hard until it popped through my sphincter. I screamed, the sensation of being torn open by his cock always exciting me through the pain. "No noise," he ordered, panting a little as the rest of his cock slid in easily. He rested a moment, his belly against my ass, his cock lodged deeply inside me, stretching me. "Gag yourself then put your hands back over your head." Keening in pain, I searched through the bedding for a gag. My fingertips brushed a towel and I grasped it, stuffing one corner into my mouth. It was enough. No one would hear my high-pitched screams pleasure, of pain, screams that his rutting into my ass would force from me. He pulled out, the tip of his cock resting just inside my ass, then swiftly thrust in again, taking me fully, deeply, causing me to scream again, the gag muffling it. I reached back to slip a finger up against my erect clit. "No," he ordered me, pushing my hand away. His voice was ragged with lust. "Keep both hands above your head. Lace your fingers together. Keep them there no matter what." He slapped my thigh, hard, and fucked deeply into my ass again. "Keep your ass up and your eyes closed, slave." I slid my hands to the top of the bed and laced my fingers tightly into each other. Hunching a little under him, I tried to keep my clamped nipples off the bed. He thrust into me again, his whole length knifing deeply, his body resting hard and heavy on mine. I felt my nipples dragging against the bedding as he pulled out and cried into the gag at the intense spiking pain. Again and again he pulled out and thrust, filling my ass completely. Eventually the pain receded. Incredible, deep, wild pleasure began to color my mind and dictate my responses. I started to thrust back toward him, crying out into my gag with the return of clawing, pounding need. He fucked my ass slowly, thoroughly, with long full intense strokes. I fucked him back, wild impatience and red need in full bloom. I moaned, my eyes closed, my fingers clutched and threaded together above my head, even my cruelly clamped nipples swollen and ripe with arousal. His thrusts became harder, deeper, faster. I screamed into my gag again but now it was screams of need, screams of hot wet crazed obedience to his pounding lust. My ass was open to him, gripping him tightly, taking him fully, wanting more and faster and harder. He began to smack my thigh with a paddle in time with each shuddering thrust. I howled and shook with each blow but the pain quickly became another kind of pleasure, sharper and more strident than what I was feeling in my ass, edged and violent, but pleasure nonetheless. My cunt was dripping now, and my clit was aflame. My body shuddered under his thrusts. I felt my control slip as I neared the edge and tried to ask permission but the gag prevented it. A final deep, bone jarring thrust of his cock into my ass, a final stinging slap with the paddle, and I simply melted into a shattering orgasm. I released, screaming shuddering pleasure into the sodden towel gag. As i orgasmed, he continued to fuck wildly into my ass. As I shook and screamed, pleasure engulfing me, his orgasm began, too. He dropped the paddle and his hard hands dug into my waist. He ground into me as he pulsed and thrust and released over and over into my ass. Slowing, panting, shaking with relief, we finally parted. He slid out of me and rolled onto his back. I turned toward him, mewling at the clamps, holding my aching breasts for him to see. He negligently pulled the clamps off each nipple, laughing a little when I cried out at the pain of returning sensation. Reaching for me, he pulled me down to his side. I snuggled with him, holding and being held, feeling his pulse slow, and listening to his breathing go back to normal. His big hard hands stroked over my sweaty skin, swirling patterns across my bottom, and he murmured indistinctly of how greatly I pleased him. "Shall I get a warm washcloth for you, Master?" I asked, my voice hoarse after the gagged screaming, knowing he liked my personal service and attention to his comfort. "In a minute," he told me, a smile in his voice, stroking my hair, my back, touching me gently and with tender affection. "Stay here. Just lie here with me for now, my love." Struggle December 18. Two days short of her twenty eighth birthday. Rina's head spun as she cracked open a tired eye. The bed was empty next to her. Sheets were still tangled around her feet, and her dry and cracked hands lay motionlessly by her head. Early morning. Her stomach growled painfully, and Rina lifted one hand to shove into her belly. Her first movement for the day. Her belly pulsated underneath her fist. Rain pelleted the windows and with a tired sigh of defeat the twenty year old pushed away the covers and climbed out into the cold room. The baggy sweatpants hung around her hipbones, held up only by the too tightly tied strings. Thumbs poked out from the carefully cut holes of her long sleeves. Padding quietly to the bathroom, a feeling of dread built in Rina's stomach. The growling returned with it. She didn't bother to shut the door as she stripped from her sleep clothes. No one was home, and no one would be home for at least another day. Her Sir was coming home tomorrow afternoon, after a near month of absence for his job. Rina knew she should've been delighted by the fact. Instead, she felt sick. The bones of her hips poked out against her scarred skin and the concave of her stomach was obvious. Ribs stuck out from malnutrition. She didn't see any of it. A tired and angry smile played across her lips as she looked away from the mirror and stepped forward onto the scale by the toilet. 36. 42. 41. 35. 37. 36.4. 36.3. 36.3 36.3 kilograms. A heavy shudder ran through Rina's body. It was from both delight and horror. Delight, because that was .4 kg lighter than she had been the night before. Horror, because her Sir would be home tomorrow and he had ordered - no, it had been closer to begged - her to not lose any weight while he was gone. A month later, though, Rina was nearly 5 kilograms lighter. Her Sir had never given her many rules - he of all people knew how badly she reacted when given too many constraints - and she had disobeyed the most important one. Yet, she didn't care. Rina couldn't even find it in herself to care, because she was skinnier and finally everything was going right. She was snapped from her elated thoughts by the buzzing of her cell phone. Slowly, she turned and left the bathroom, still nude. "Hello?" She murmured, holding the phone to her ear. "Hey, darling." Rina's heart skipped a beat. She let out a breath to calm herself. "Jason - good morning," she whispered, unable to stop herself from smiling. He chuckled. "Miss me, baby?" Rina nodded, then remembered that he couldn't see her and verbally responded, "Of course." "I know that you need to get ready for work, so I won't keep you long," Rina sat down on the edge of the bed, phone still clutched against the side of her head, "I just wanted to let you know that I'll be home between one and two in the afternoon tomorrow." Rina blinked. She was at work during those times. "Ah . . . do you - " she paused, "do you wish for me to take tomorrow off?" "No, no don't bother," Rina could almost hear his smile, "just go through the day normally." "As you wish," Rina stifled a yawn and pressed her free hand into her belly when she felt it gurgling. She couldn't let him hear that. "Ah, well, I'll let you go now - " Jason coughed on the other end, "make sure you make yourself a good breakfast, alright? I love you." Rina's stomach knotted. It wasn't the hunger this time. "I love you too. See you tomorrow?" "See you." The line went dead. Slowly, Rina lowered the phone onto the bed after closing the screen. She breathed a few times to calm herself before getting ready for work. He wasn't going to be happy with her; no, he really wasn't. - The day was a blur for her. Pressing one pale hand against her head, she yawned tiredly as she walked through the halls. Currently, she was doing her internship for her medical degree, and lord knew that it was taking a toll on her. The day was robust for her. The check ups on the patients went according to protocol, and even they could tell that something was off with the young doctor in training. Getting home made it more apparent for her, though. It was only fifteen minutes past eleven when Rina unlocked the door to the apartment. She flicked the lights on and groaned when a burst of dizziness assaulted her. She hadn't eaten all day. It wasn't unusual for her to go through the day without food, but this was the fifth day of her fast and it was taking a toll on her. Immediately heading towards the kitchen, Rina opened the fridge and removed the water filter. After removing a large glass from the cupboard she poured the water to the top, before chugging it and refilling again. After three full cups, she let out a heavy breath and nodded to herself. She was fine. Placing the filter back in the fridge, Rina felt her stomach gurgle again. Lord, she was hungry. No; beyond hungry. Her legs wobbled as she made her way into the living room and picked up the remote. Of course, food commercials were on. She picked a random channel. It was the food channel. Against her better judgment, Rina found herself watching it. Forty minutes later, she was jogging through the streets towards the 24 hour Walmart. It was deserted inside and without even thinking Rina grabbed a basket and headed towards the isle she wanted. Poptarts, cookies, chips, candies - all her favorite binge foods. Once she had gotten what she wanted from there, she went into the frozen section and picked out a bag of frozen pasta, a frozen pizza, and a small pint of ice cream. She knew she was going to regret it. Before heading to the check out, Rina swiped three of the generic laxative boxes from their place in the medical area. Self checkout time. She skipped properly scanning the laxatives, ditching them at the bottom of the bag and quickly placing the junk food on top to hide them. Thirty dollars of binge food. Twenty minutes later she was back at home. Thirty minutes after that, wrappers were all around her and she was downing the laxatives without a second thought. Last time she used them she had used thirty six. This time, she would use forty four. Rina disposed of everything afterward and laid on the bed, feeling ill. Everything hurt. She fell into a restless sleep. The first awakening was at four AM, and Rina barely made it to the bathroom in time. Her elbows dug into her stomach as her bowels wreaked havoc on her insides. Her head swirled and her fingers tingled. Back into bed. An hour later, it repeated. Another hour. Two hours. By seven AM Rina had simply chosen to stay in the bathroom. Her head was hot and she pressed it up against the cold marble of the bathtub. I'm dying, She thought to herself, blinking dizzily. Barely managing to get to her feet, Rina stumbled into the kitchen and took out one of her water bottles. Her back was hunched as she filled the pink water bottle with ice and water, taking careful sips of the liquid. It tasted like acid. It took all of her self control to remind herself that she needed the water and that she had gone through this before. Eleven AM. It had been nearly twelve hours. Rina knew that she only had about fourteen more to go before everything would finally settle itself down. Hazily, Rina remembered that Jason would be home later in the day. Panic set into her stomach, and before she knew it she was stumbling back into the bathroom and turning the knobs of the shower to the hottest setting. The water scalded her skin but Rina couldn't find it in herself to care. Instead, her mind was in overdrive - she had fucked up and she knew it. Yet it was too late to do anything. She hadn't called in sick to work - but it wasn't like she could just show up in her state. He would be mad; no, pissed. The thought of Jason - her Jason - being angry at her made her want to cry. The last time he had been angry at her - really angry - had been when Rina snuck in diet pills and lied about them to him. She had also been skipping her medicine at the time. He had spanked her for it, and good lord had it hurt. Rina knew that his anger would be worse this time. And then, she started crying. She slid down against the wall of the shower, body shaking violently with sobs. Her stomach was gurgling and knotting itself up, and the pain only contributed to her sobs. Before she knew it Rina was stumbling out of the shower, vision doubling and head pounding, her hand reaching for the bathroom mirror. She opened it, and removed the small blade resting on the stand. Her legs gave out from underneath her and she had to practically crawl onto the toilet, barely making it on before her bowels released themselves for what had to be the twentieth time that day. Blood was running down her thighs seconds later. Tears blurred her vision and Rina stared shakily at the deep cuts she was forming. She had so many scars across her body that she doubted that a few more would make any difference in the end. By the time her stomach had settled blood had accumulated in a small puddle underneath her. Her hand pressed down against the toilet flusher, and Rina grabbed clumsily for the dark brown towel hanging from the towel rack. She dropped it over the blood, ignoring the fuzzing in her body. When she finished, she lay down on the tile, taking slow breaths to calm herself. She felt too weak to move. Too weak to get up, to turn of the shower . . . Rina just needed to rest. Then she could do it. The water from the shower faded into the background, and without even realizing it Rina found her eyes slipping shut. The nausea was beginning to fade, finally. She could finally sleep. Struggle & Submission Oh shit, she thinks—I am going to miss his phone call—he always calls around 5:30 PM when he is in town. She checks the clock in her car, 5:22, I will never make it she thinks as she presses down harder on the gas. She has just come from her favorite aerobics class and sweat covers her body, makes the bra top cling and the spandex bike shorts damp in all the right spots. What is it about working out that makes her nipples stand out so? She hasn't seen him in months and is anxiously waiting seeing him again, but now she is becoming nervous and apprehensive. Shit Shit Shit, she admonishes herself when she see the 1 number blinking on the answering machine. She presses the play button and immediately recognizes his voice, "Where are you? Meet me at the hotel bar at 7:00pm for a drink." Relief overcomes her—he doesn't sound too pissed. The shower feels so good after a good work out, the water cascading over her and the lathered shampoo in her hair. What to wear what to wear, she thinks and decides the sexy, but not too provocative red dress. Red is her favorite color, a statement of who she is and very indicative of her personality, and it seems to go well with the reddish blonde hair. The white push up demi bra will be great around her 36C breasts and the matching thong panties work well too. For some reason he doesn't like her to were anything white, but what the hell she thinks, its my life and I will wear what I want to. She walks into the crowded noisy bar, and scans the room for his familiar form in the sea of faces. She glances at her watch and it says 7:16. Not here yet, she ponders as she sees a spot at the bar and decides to go have a strong one to calm her nerves before he gets there. Several of the men next to her try to make eye contact, and she is aware that they find her attractive, but she gives off no signals that she is interested in anyone approaching her. A drunken businessman in his 40's comes up anyway and begins a conversation. "Hey, I am……."Blah Blah blah is all she hears as he babbles he never looks into her eyes, his stare starts at her breasts and continue down to her waist and hips and then settle on her breasts. "Look, I don't want to be rude to you, but I am waiting for someone." "Little girl, you ought to be waiting for me," he slurs as he shuffles for balance. I see him striding towards us in a very quick pace, and his dark stare is ominous and threatening. Predatory, like an animal protecting his territory, he simply places his hand on the drunk's shoulder and says "Fuck off, she was waiting for me." The deflated man looks into his eyes and immediately backs down and teeters off. She looks up at him and gives him a half grin. He moves behind her like he is going to sit on a barstool, but he stops when he is directly behind her leans down circles her waist with his hands. "Where were you when I called?" He whispers in her ear. Unconsciously she leans back against him and feels his hard body behind her. "Well, I um well, I was working out, and there was a car wreck, and….," she finds her self babbling in nervousness, making no intelligible sense. He slides onto the stool next to hers while she is still talking and orders drinks for both of them. "Two scotches on the rocks please." "I don't like scotch, I would rather have wine" The bartender looks confused, and he motions with a wave of his hand for him to go ahead and get the drinks. He just looks at her with one of those looks that says in unspoken language, shut up. Being with this man is totally unfamiliar territory; she has NEVER been a submissive or passive person, only in her fantasies. In her work she is treated with respect and admiration, and more often than not her boss and her coworkers are trying to kiss ass. After several scotches—he never does order he the wine she wanted- he asks the bartender for the bill, pays and grabs her hand into his and they walk together to the elevator. They step in and he immediately yanks her head back and kisses her so hard she is breathless. His hands roam freely across her back and lower, when he gets to her ass he squeezes hard. Her eyes fly open and he is looking at her with a cocked eyebrow, as if to say, that was for being late, and the first time in the night, he smiles. The key slips into the lock easily, and he gently pushes her ahead of him into the room. He walks over to where the couch is and pats the spot next to him. She smiles and tells him that she has to go to the bathroom, the old standby excuse that she has always used when she needs to buy time. She goes in, puts the lid down, and sits on the toilet. How in the hell can I get out of here, she wonders? I am in really over my head here, Jesus, she curses herself for being so stupid. She remembers that she put her purse near the chair by the door. She walks out, looks at him, and says, "Do you mind if I make my self something to drink, maybe a glass of water or something?" She starts to walk to the kitchen as she sees his head turn back, she quickly makes a dash for the door. They make it there at the same time, except he is crouched lower and scoops her up like a child and flings her over his shoulder. "Stop it, put me down right now, please sweetheart, please put me down." He flings her down on the couch next to him, sits on her feet so she can't get up, and looks directly into her eyes---They hold eye contact for what seems like an eternity. Still hold her feet underneath him, he unbuttons his pants and then turn his head back to her. She smiles and slides to the floor in a kneeling position and slowly glides his pants and boxers off his legs. He has great athletic looking, ungodly strong legs. She runs her hands all over him, his legs and groin, settling on the part that is the most sensitive. Slowly, lovingly she starts to lick him, featherlike strokes that he can barely feel. Gently she feels his hands running through her hair and on the back of her neck. "You better do a good job, or I am going to spank you ass like a child." "Suck it harder," he growls at her. She takes it all the way, harder, she has always loved this, and it feels so damn good and turns her on. She starts to suck harder when she hears, "What kind of whore doesn't know how to give a decent blow job?" And WHACK, slaps her on the ass so hard he leaves a hand print there. She continues to suck him with renewed vigor and energy. She knows that she is good at this. She can feels that he is seconds from exploding when he pulls her mouth away and tells her to stand up. "Take that dress off NOW and strip for me." He knows that this makes her uncomfortable, even though she has a pretty good body, she doesn't like to be totally naked. Holding his eye contact, but never saying a word, she reaches behind her and slowly unzips the dress. Cloth falls off her shoulders, and she slides the dress past her waist and hips. He is looking at her like an animal, with furrowed brows, clearly, he is not happy about something. Shit, why in the hell did I wear white, she contemplates. He beckons her closer until she is inches from his face—grabs the bra and rips it from her body. She bends down to grab a piece of the material and he flops her over his lap like a rag doll. Slap slap slap "You know I hate it when whores wear white." He continues the onslaught on her ass and thighs. She is crying, but her panties are soaked. He trails his fingers along the crack where the thong is embedded, hooks the thong and rips them away as well. He pulls her on top of him, so that she is straddling him, and immediately her legs clinch his waist and he enters her warm and inviting place. "Oh my God" She thinks, he is so damn good at this, He is rocking her hips to his rhythm and she feels her first orgasm starting to build. Abruptly he stands up, and with her legs still around him, and him still fucking her, he walks them both over to the bed. He fucks her long and hard, but hasn't exploded yet. "Get on all fours," he orders. Are you ready for round 2? To Be Continued...