0 comments/ 19795 views/ 4 favorites Yes Please By: PamelaPlaisir "That is a very erotic fantasy, young lady. So when would you like to make it come true?" She stared at the words on the screen. Surely she misunderstood. "Oh, I'm sure it will never come true, Sir. It's a fantasy, nothing more." "Not necessarily, my dear. Do you trust me?" Did she trust him? What kind of question was that. They had never met, she didn't even know his name. Yes they chatted every night online but that wasn't the same. Trust...."Yes, Sir. I do trust you." She had typed the words from her heart, she only hoped her body wouldn't pay the price. The dress flew threw the air and settled on top of a growing pile of dresses. "Wear a dress, shoes and coat. Nothing else. Do you understand, sweetheart?" He had said the words as if he had been directing her every movement for years. And yet, she knew she would oblige. It was six-fifty and she was to meet him at seven. She reached into the closet and cringed as she pulled the red dress from it's hanger. There was no more time, the red it would have to be. Her arms slid into the long cashmere sleeves and she wrapped the dress around her body, securing the one button that held it closed. The black belt completed the look and she flew out the door, black heels clicking on the wooden floor. In a blur she grabbed her purse and coat and ran for seven o'clock. Anyone passing by the café window would have taken a second look. The middle aged man, graying at the temples, wore the fine silk suit with ease. He sipped his cappuccino and casually watched down the street for the object of his desire. They had never met, he had never seen her picture, didn't even know her name. Nevertheless, when she turned the corner, red dress peeking out from the black wool coat, his lips curled in a rare smile of appreciation. Her stride was long, to match the legs and her brunette curls caught by the moon turned to fire. Oh yes, this one was delicious. He casually glanced at his watch, five after seven. His eyes darkened with lust and he thought, "Thank you, sweetheart. Now I have an excuse." She apologized profusely for being late, his reply was a simple "seven is seven, my dear". She didn't know how to respond, so she simply caught her lip in her teeth (a nervous habit) and sat in the chair he held for her. Dinner was delicious, or at least she didn't remember it being otherwise. He held her mesmerized by his words, movements, the sound of his voice. When he stood and held out her coat, she moved as if in a trance. His hand burned her thru her coat where it touched her lower back. Guiding her to his car in the back of the lot a moment of hesitation washed over her. She didn't know this man, it was dark, he was taking her somewhere she had never been, figuratively and geographically. She must have lost her mind. When they reached the last car in the lot she moved toward the passenger side, he stopped her. "Bend over the back of the car, little one." She looked at him as if he had grown horns. He looked at her sternly, "Do as I say, pet." She put her purse on the trunk and bent over placing her hands on the cool metal. He lifted her coat and brushed it to one side. Then he placed his hand on the inside of her knee and slid it upward until she gasped. The dress followed his hand up over her naked ass and the brush of cool air hit her warm skin. He tucked her dress around her and then straightened, undid the buckle of his belt, and pulled it from his pants. At that moment she knew what was coming and her sex swelled and wept. Her knees trembled and she curled her fingers into fists against the car. His hand slid over her creamy skin once then the belt struck home, she cried out once then bit her lip harder. Again the leather met skin and a third time. Tears slid down her cheeks and there would be red welts on her ass but she didn't notice the pain. What she felt was a butterfly fluttering thru her blood, heat melting her bones and her sex weeping for release. "Come along now, sweetheart. You are forgiven for keeping me waiting. We will speak of it no more." He righted her clothing and led her to the car door. When he opened it she turned into his chest and hugged him, her tears wetting his shirt. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her chin. His lips brushed hers and then were gone and he was fastening her seatbelt for her. Nothing was said as the car moved along the dark streets. Her mind was absorbed by the heat pouring from her reddened ass and the moisture between her legs. When the car stopped in front of a large home her mind snapped to attention, remembering the plan for the evening. He held her hand as she exited the car and didn't let it go. They stood in front of the big double doors until a woman in a black and white uniform appeared and ushered them inside. They were shown to a large bedroom upstairs. "The Captain will be with you shortly, there is wine in the cabinet." Then she was gone. He poured one glass of wine and sat down in an overstuffed chair. His eyes devoured her. She stood nervously, still in her coat. "Take your clothes off, sweetheart. Don't think about it, just do it, now." There was no malice in his voice, just certainty. She sat her purse on the table, slid the coat off her arms and put it on a chair. "Slowly, my dear, you are unwrapping a priceless treasure." She blushed and bit her lip but never took her eyes off of his. She began to unbuckle the belt but paused when the door opened behind her. "Don't stop, ignore him." She wanted to turn to see who the stranger was but instead finished unbuckling the belt. It fell to the floor. Her fingers trembled as she slid the button from its hole then froze. Her mouth was dry, her heart raced. His eyes moved over her body and then returned to hers. "Continue." Her lips parted and she began to pant for air. She opened the dress slowly revealing first one breast and then the other, then it fell from her shoulders to the floor and her hands fisted at her sides. "Come to me, pet." She hesitated, then stepped forward in nothing but the black high heels, head held high she moved to stand in front of him. He slid two fingers between her wet folds and into her body, then pressed his thumb to her swollen clit. "Cum." Heat exploded inside her sex and engulfed her clit, a gentle groan escaped her lips and her body began to shake. The strangers arms wrapped around her from behind, the hands cupping her breasts then teasing and tugging at her nipples. Still he thrust his fingers in and out of her and massaged her clit. The wavering heat returned and when the stranger sank his teeth into her neck she cried out her climax and her knees gave way. She was held up by the arms that circled her and the hand that held her like a globe from below. The stranger scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He was younger than the other man, perhaps thirty. His body bulged with muscles and his head was bald. She had never seen bluer eyes, kind eyes but hungry. He lowered her knees to the bed and reached up above her head. She looked up and saw chains and shackles hanging from the ceiling and draped down toward the head of the bed. He secured her wrists then pulled one length of chain down tight. Her hand was lifted as high as it would reach and then it was pulled up another inch. He repeated the process with her other hand and she found herself hanging by her wrists, her knees not quite touching the bed. The chains were secured to hold her in that position. The bald man began to take his clothes off, she heard the older man doing the same behind her. Then something corse and tickly skimmed over her ass. The contact with the welts reminding her of the whipping. The horse hair flogger was draped over her shoulder, the rough hair teasing her nipple. Then it was lifted and came down to strike her shoulder, the ends of each hair zinging her nipple. Gasp. The next strike was over the other nipple. He continued to thrash her tender spots until her body was singing. The bald man now stroked himself in front of her but she barely noticed. The flogger had her full attention. The man would draw the hair over her body and then strike her, the sensations back and forth between caress and sting. She was nearly out of her head with pleasure when she felt the tongue of the stranger lap at her inner thigh. He lifted her legs, spreading them and held her in his strong hands. Then the licking and sucking began, and still the flogger touched and tormented her. "Do not cum, pet." How the hell do you not cum, she wondered. But she didn't want to fail, so she concentrated on not climaxing. Something cold and wet touched her ass, the older man was smearing some type of gel in her crack. As the bald man sucked her clit and fingered her sex, the other was slipping first one finger and then two in and out of her ass. "I need to cum, Sir...please, Sir." "Cum." Her body boiled over in a delicious orgasm, the sensations from a tongue and several fingers pushing her over the edge. She heard the tearing of a foil packet then the older man wrapped his arm around her waist and turned her. She wrapped her legs around him and his hands held the globes of her ass as his cock slid deep inside her without hesitation. She whimpered as her body began building to a new release.. He covered her lips with his and thrust deeper inside her sex. Again the opening of a foil packet and the younger man pressed his cock gently against her rosebud. In and out he worked her as she moaned and whimpered at the foreign sensations. When he slid all the way home she gasped and began to pant. She groaned into the older man's mouth as the two moved in and out of her in a synchronized dance of lust that had her mind reeling. Their thrusts grew deeper and more urgent, first the younger man exploded with a feral growl. The older man joined suit, throwing his head back and groaning his release. Her body was pulsing, her vision blurred and she felt as if she was going to urinate. "CUM PET, NOW." Her cries careened off the walls and she squirted her essence. The orgasm came from her nipples, her clit, deep in her sex and deeper still in her ass. It moved over her entire body, consuming her. Their relaxed cocks trapped inside her. They continued to rock her, their bodies stroking hers. She felt the younger man growing hard again his strong arm wrapped around her waist as the older man pulled back. The shackles began to fall and her body collapsed into the arms of the stranger. He laid her body down and covered her with his own. After replacing the used condom he slid deep inside her sex, his fingers laced in hers. His kisses covered her face and shoulders as again her body was swelling in anticipated climax. His legs pressed hers further apart and he speared her over and over until her screams filled his ears. Soon his body jerked in another release and he fell beside her, drained. So it continued throughout the night, first one then the other and sometimes both. At one point the trio lounged in a bubble bath and worked up more than one kind of lather. When the older man took her home the next day she pressed her body to his and hugged him gently. How can you thank someone for fulfilling a fantasy so foreign and yet desired. "Pet, your assignment today is to come up with a new fantasy. It will need to be more challenging than the last so our young friend does not become bored. Would you like that?" She smiled into his eyes and said, "YES, PLEASE." Yes, Please! She knelt calmly on her soft pillow as she listened to the sounds. He was in the bathroom. She heard the toilet flush and the water in the sink running for a while. He must have been waiting for the water to run warm. She was naked and the air was chilly causing her to shiver and her nipples to perk up with soft little bumps rising on the areolas surrounding her dark, pink buds. He was so very good to her, so loving yet firm. What pleasures would he seek from her tonight? She looked down at the floor, not seeing anything, just lost in her thoughts of pleasing him. The intense love she felt for him filled her with joy and she smiled. Oh yes, anything her Master desired, that is what she would give to him. They gave those gifts, the give and the take, the sharing of being completely in tune with one another. She thought about dinner, how she had made a delicious meal and served his favorite wine. She had wanted to welcome him home with love, knowing he'd had a busy day. She had wanted to comfort and adore him and it pleased her to satisfy his emotional needs. She was a nurturer, loved to care for him in any way he needed. He so satisfied her own needs, it was the least she could do for him. After a good meal and a romantic movie, it was time to retire to the bedroom. And now, she knelt in submission, waiting for him to love her; however he chose, in whatever way he chose, at any time he chose. She needed to give to him and needed to feel him giving back to her. She belonged to him, as it should be. Completely knowing of one another's needs, desires, and even their quirks, they were wondrously made for each other. When he walked into the bedroom she held her breath for a moment waiting for his caress but he ignored her. He stood behind her near the dresser as he slowly removed his clothes. Her breath quickened as she listened to him. The chinking sound of the belt buckle being released, the raspy sound of the zipper trailing along its teeth, the smooth rustle of pants spilling down his legs to the floor then his shirt being pulled over his arms, shoulders, and over his head. Picturing it in her mind she watched him undress in secret bliss. The soft padding of his feet as he stepped in front of her caused her heart to leap, her stomach to jerk with anticipation of feeling his touch and fulfilling his desires. He raised her chin with his finger until her eyes were in line with his groin. He gazed down at her with love, smiling as he stroked his cock with his fingertips, watching her lick her lips. The anticipation on her face was beautiful. The way she worshiped his cock gave him such joy. He grazed her lips with the head of his cock and softly moaned as he felt his shaft becoming stiff. He was just as excited about her sucking him as she was but she would have to wait for it until he was ready. He delighted in teasing her until she begged for his hard staff in her mouth. He slowly caressed her face with his cock, from her forehead, over her eyes, down her nose, across each cheek. He loved the feeling of rubbing himself over the soft skin of her face. After a few minutes of the sensual teasing he left her and went to the dresser. She listened as he opened the bottom drawer and heard soft shuffling noises as he searched for and retrieved what he wanted. She listened as he approached her and the first thing she saw was his feet then a single clothespin dropped at her knees. Then another and another, until she counted eight lying on the carpet before her. Then a soft clinking sound as nipple clamps fell and the chain caught up with them on the floor. Next she watched as coils of soft rope swirled to the ground in a serpentine movement. A soft whooshing sound made her look to the side and she caught a glimpse of the black leather strips of the flogger swinging close to her head and then was deposited on the floor in front of her. He reached down and gently cupped one of her large round breasts and stroked her nipple with his thumb, slowly back and forth, until it was fully engorged. Excitement bubbled up in her as she watched him tease her nipples. She absolutely loved having her tits played with, it made her so hot! "Hand a clothespin to me" he whispered. Her small hand reached out and held one up to him. He liked the way the dark red polish on her nails glistened in the light, such a sexy contrast to her pale hands. He stretched her nipple out between his thumb and forefinger and clasped the clothespin on her areola, to the right of the nipple. "What do you say, my lovely slut?" "Thank you, Master, may I have another?" she sighed absorbing the tight pinch of the clothespin and offered up another clothespin to him. He applied it to the left of her nipple. "Thank you, Master, may I have another?" He complied by attaching the third just underneath her nipple. And so it continued, a ritual that both enjoyed. He was binding her in a fashion, emphasizing that she belonged to him. He would do with her as he pleased and she submitted to his will with pleasure. When there were no more clothespins on the floor she looked down at her breasts to see four clothespins surrounding each nipple and she had a brief thought of a compass indicating north to her mouth, south to her pussy, and east and west to her hands. It seemed symbolic, calling attention to certain parts of her body that she and he both used for their erotic enjoyment. Her buds were dark pink and jutting out from the center of the clothespins. He lightly stroked them with his fingertip then pinched them between his finger and thumb. She groaned from the heightened sensitivity but tensed up to still herself. The rule was no movement unless allowed, or she would pay the consequence of disobedience. She was feeling quite hot and frantically wished he would suck her rock hard nipples! "The clamps, now, my sweet," he said with a soft smile on his lips. She closed her eyes and held the clamps up to him. Her stomach fluttered with slight anxiety. He knew how sensitive her nipples were by now and anticipated her reaction from the clamps. He leaned down and held up her right breast, enjoying the heaviness of her full tit, squeezing it tightly so that her nipple protruded even further out. Then he opened the clamp and slid it on, letting it grip tightly on her flesh. She gasped and unconsciously pulled back ever so slightly but he noticed the movement and made note of it. He ran his hand along the chain and tightly entrapped her left nipple with the other clamp. She moaned as the burning feeling engulfed her nipples and spread out, she could feel it all the way down to her moist pussy. But this time she managed to stay still. He was pleased yet somewhat disappointed at the same time. He would have been delighted to see her pull back again knowing it was painful yet turned her on. But she was trying so hard to obey the rules he could only feel his love for her swell in his heart. He left her there, her eyes downcast, hands at her sides, breasts trussed up with wood and gleaming metal. Her tits looked like odd flowers with stiff, wooden petals and shiny silver pistils. He could see the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing quickened and wondered what she was thinking at that moment. He stepped back and sat down in a chair and just admired her. She did not look up at him but could feel the heat of her blush knowing he was watching her. Her tits ached from the bondage of the clamps and clothespins. She belonged to him and he bound her that way as a sweet yet painful reminder. After several minutes the stinging of her breasts simmered to a sweet warmth and her pussy twitched as moistness seeped from her cunt between the little folds between her tender lips. "Hold your hands out in front of you," he gently commanded. At first everything from him was gentle. But he could be firm, even sensuously harsh in the heat of passion. She stretched out her arms as she glanced at her pinched breasts. Her stomach tightened at the thought of him using her for his pleasure and she wondered what he had planned. He stood and picked up the soft rope running it up and down her sides, across her back, and tickled her bare ass with it. It was extremely difficult for her to remain still and goose bumps popped up like Swiss polka-dots all over her body. Then he tied the ends of the rope to the chain between her clamps. Holding her wrists together he encircled her arm with his warm, strong hand pulling her up to stand before him. He stood to her side and tied her delicate wrists together then pulled the loose ends of the rope from her wrists between her thighs and up between her ass cheeks. He pulled tighter pulling up the slack, telling her to keep her hands level with her breasts. The lengths of rope squeezed her engorged pussy lips tightly together and slightly spread her ass cheeks. The sensation made her think of some mornings when she woke up to feel his cock nudged between her cheeks and she would wriggle against him. He tied a knot at the small of her back then led the rope around either side of her waist, pulling the remaining ends tightly to tie them off on her wrists. Now she was in a quandary, if she lowered her hands to ease the tension on her pussy it would pull tightly on her clamp chain, yanking hard on her pinched nipples. But if she pulled up to ease the tightness on her tender buds, the rope would sensuously press against her anus and squeeze her pussy lips and even force the rope against her clit. She couldn't decide which was more of a torment, pulling on her sensitive nipples or her clit which was growing harder and beginning to throb. She whimpered and squirmed a little trying to find a reasonably comfortable position. He grinned as he noticed her slight movements and reached out and put his hand on the back of her head pulling her toward him to kiss her. As his mouth covered hers she moaned and felt exhilarated by the electric sensations from her nipples zipping down to her pussy and back up again. Even her moans seemed restrained with his hot, passionate kiss as he ran his hands up and down her sides. Her skin was so smooth and warm and he reached behind her to pinch and squeeze her buttocks. Pulling her cheeks slightly apart then squeezing them together increased the salacious feeling of the rope pressed against her tight anus and she sighed with pleasure. He loved playing with her ass, the feel of her plump derriere in his strong hands. He pulled away from her and abruptly slapped her right breast hard causing her to gasp and pull her hands up, in a reflexive response. Then she groaned loudly as the rope bit into her wet, swollen cunt. He smiled at her reaction then slapped her other breast. Several more times he treated her tits to the stinging blows. The chain jingled with an ironic cheerfulness from the force. The clothespins wiggled back and forth but kept tight hold of her delicate skin. She whimpered and shut her eyes trying not to move. It was so difficult to stay still with all the delicious feelings of the clamps and rope. She was tingling every where, from her scalp to her toes. Her breasts were a vivid pink from his hands and burned incessantly from her nipples to where they connected to her chest. She ached to writhe and move around, to touch herself, to feel his hands caress her entire body. She wanted to take off the clothespins and clamps as she couldn't decide if they were turning her on or distracting her with the pain. Where there had been an arousing warmth there was now a maddening sting at every sight her breasts where pinched. He placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly eased her back down to her knees. His engorged cock stuck out at her as if mocking her. She licked her lips and leaned forward believing that was what he wanted. But before she could wrap his thick, hard dick with her lips he grasped his cock and slapped her face with it. He slid it back and forth across her lips and slapped her again, continuing to alternate between nearly allowing her to take him in her mouth to taunting her with it. "Please, please let me suck your cock, Master!" she gasped in frustration. "Kiss it, show me how much you want it," he replied and slowly stroked his shaft as she kissed the bulbous head. "You like sucking my cock, don't you. My slut loves to suck her Master's dick." "Oh yes, please!" she whimpered between her passionate kisses. She was desperate to feel his thick knob filling her mouth, his hard rod slipping back and forth between her lips. "Lick it," he whispered. She was quick to obey and moaned at the taste of his precum seeping out. She loved the taste of him, the feel of his smooth skin stretched out across his swollen head. She swirled her tongue around him, flicked the underside of his head with the tip of her tongue, salivating at the thought of his big, thick cock filling her mouth. "Oh, please, Master, let me suck you!" she implored. Her heart was pounding. Her tits were on fire. Her cunt was throbbing as the rope eased and grew taut again pulling on her nipples and rubbing her clit as her hands swayed up and down. Even her ass twitched as she felt the rope pull against her tight hole. With so many sensations going on at the same time she was beginning to feel a little delirious. She inadvertently sucked the head of his cock into her mouth then quickly pushed it out with her tongue. She groaned realizing her transgression. "If you are so hungry for it then open up, my naughty bitch!" He grabbed her hair in his fist and shoved his cock deep into her mouth. He fucked her fast and hard and she was frantically breathing through her nose. He drilled her with deep thrusts then eased back for quick strokes just inside her lips, then shoved back in deeper feeling her teeth drag along his shaft. Her mouth was so hot he had to alternate between deep and then shallow to keep from coming too soon. She quickly sensed his rhythm and began to keep up with him, taking advantage of the shallow thrusts to breathe, then sucking hard and swallowing when he went deep. The slurping sounds and vibrations of her moans brought him to the edge and he gave in to his urgent need of release. "Ahhhh...you are such a good cock sucker!" He grunted as his cum burst from his cock into her throat. His slut was so good with her mouth his mind spiraled with ecstasy! He kept squirting into her, demanding she drink every drop until his orgasm subsided then he pulled away from her. She hung her head slightly and licked her lips, gasping hard. "Good girl," he sighed happily then backed away from her to slump in the chair. Her pale skin glowed in the soft light from the bedside lamp. She looked like an angel, his angel slut. "What important rule did you find yourself unable to keep?" Her mind raced, she hated trying to remember rules. She just went with the flow and tried to do her best for him. But unfortunately, she could not always remember every rule when he drove her crazy and all she wanted to do was please him. It was hard to contain her body's reactions to his attentions. Yes! That was it, she moved when she should not have, she writhed or jerked in response to something. Oh God, why was it so difficult to control herself and stay still? Because she loved his touch, whether soft or hard, and it fueled her passion, which was hard to contain. Part of her felt it really wasn't fair, expecting her to remain completely still when he played with her. He knew how much he turned her on with his loving caresses or his stern discipline. But the rule was to remain still. It was an exciting challenge, one she had not yet conquered. In the back of her mind she knew he relished that fact and it was almost like a cat and mouse game. One day she would remain as still as stone and wondered if it would actually disappoint him. "I moved, Master. I broke the rule of staying still, no matter what," she softly said in resignation. She truly wanted to do his will, show him her obedience and make him proud that she belonged to him. It was not as if she moved on purpose, she honestly could not help her passion and need to feel more of him. It was a natural response, when one is touched with love one wants to reciprocate. Even if one is bound the only way one can show appreciation and enjoyment of that touch is to move in response, if only in minute ways, despite the rule. She knew she would be disciplined yet perhaps that was the point. She had to admit that she enjoyed his discipline. She shook her head trying to stop analyzing everything. "Yes and when did you move?" he bated her. "I..." she tried to focus on what had happened. All she could think of was the tantalizing pain in her tits and pussy, and the sensitivity of her ass as the rope pulled back and forth as she tried to keep her hands level with her chest. Her arms and shoulders ached and she thought to hell with it, maybe it would not be so bad to just let her hands fall and let the damn rope pull on her tits. She was tiring and could not hold her position much longer. Her muscles strained and every inch of her seemed in such erotic pain. "Tell me, when did you move?" "Oh!" she grunted in frustration. What the hell did it matter when, it happened and that's all there was to it! "I'm sure I moved when you clamped my tits, you know that hurt! And when you slapped them after they were clamped...oh, you know that hurt, too, so much!" her voice cracked with desire as well as anxiety. "I'll accept that. But you understand what the consequences are, don't you?" he asked as he leaned forward in the chair staring at her face. He noted her frown and knew she was feeling so frustrated in her restraints. He thought she must be so wet by now, so needy. "Yes, Sir, I do," she said quietly, trying to compose herself. She glanced down at the flogger and realized he'd chosen it for a purpose. He knew, as often happened, that she would not be able to contain herself. He knew that she would require discipline. The flogger was not just for fun tonight. He was clever in arousing her into disobedience, yes, that cat and mouse game. He didn't need to push her too far until she squirmed or flinched with hot desire. She gave into her passion and moved at some point or another and he thought how sexy she was in her wanton response. She felt frustrated and a little sad that she could not conquer her will to move from his touch. Yet at the same time she was glad for it, that his touch made her so hot she couldn't help but strain for more of him. "Just stay put and think about what I am to do with you for breaking the rule. I'm going to get something to drink. I'll be back in a few minutes." She inwardly groaned as she watched him leave the room. He was purposely prolonging the inevitable. She stared down at the black leather flogger at her knees. She thought about how soft the strands were when softly brushed against her skin, yet how they left her skin burning and stinging when they were struck against her body. Whenever he used it she always felt shocked by the pain but that same pain would melt into an erotic pleasure as he would continue to whip her until she was begging for orgasmic release. She was suddenly aware of the moistness between her thighs and realized her pussy was so wet that the rope was saturated and now her juices seeped from between turgid lips. She moaned at the thought of how deeply he aroused her. After several minutes she heard a slight sound and looked toward the door seeing her Master return with a glass of water. "Thought you might like a little sip," he said as he held the glass to her lips and helped her drink. The water was smooth and cool as it settled on her tongue and trickled down her throat. She smiled at how thoughtful he was in this simple act. But as he moved away to set the glass down she steeled herself for what was going to happen next. Indeed, as she watched his hand reach down and pick up the flogger she trembled with apprehension. He walked behind her and stood silently looking down at her. She felt his fingertips on the crown of her head as he gently pushed her forward. "Lean down with your head on the floor," his voice was quiet but firm. She whimpered softly, his voice was too soft and this frightened her a little. Yes, Please! He loved how her plump, round ass rose up for him, poised for his discipline. She panted softly from a mixture of fear and excitement. The feeling of the rope stretched tightly between her pale ass cheeks, exposing her to him, burned within her yet she loved submitting to him. He smiled as he noticed how wet she was, how her thighs were damp. Oh yes, she needed this and it was his great pleasure to deliver her punishment as well as her pleasure to receive it. He stood there for several moments running the ribbons of leather through his hand as he allowed her to wonder when and how hard the first strike would be. Finally, he raised his arm and brought the flogger down with a resounding smack on her flesh. She yelped and jerked slightly. Her soft, white buttocks tightened in readiness for the next blow. Again he brought the flogger down and felt his cock twitch at the sound of the leather smacking her ass. The next hard swat was lower and the leather kissed her pussy lips peeking out at him. She cried out feeling the sting of the leather on her cunt. She breathed hard and fast trying to absorb it, mentally trying to send the sting in other directions away from her sensitive lips. God, it hurt! She felt the paradox of loving it and hating it at the same time! She silently prayed he would flog her higher on her ass. Another strike, higher and to the side, wrapped her left cheek and hip causing her to gasp but she was grateful it was less painful. Ah! Now the whipping was lower, on the backs of her thighs causing the tears in her eyes to spill free and drip down onto her arms beneath her face. All the while she felt the rope stretching against her anus and pussy, pulling on her clit. Each time the flogger landed on its mark the rope rubbed as her body lurched in response to the hot touch of the leather. At times his blows came in quick succession, one, two, three! Sometimes there would be several moments between strikes and she would tense up and whimper waiting for the next one. During the pauses she would feel his fingertips softly stroking her pussy and gently flicking on her clit caught tightly between the taut lengths of rope. Just when she felt her orgasm swelling he would pull his fingers away before she went over the edge. Then he would flog her again turning her skin crimson. She had taken 15 lashings and was now crying softly trying to be strong for however many were left. He had not said what she was due and she wondered when he would be satisfied. He caressed the welts on her ass with his fingertips and felt the heat radiating from her reddened flesh. Her body quivered as his fingers brushed like a feather across her sore skin. Suddenly he reached under her and pulled a clothespin from her breast then quickly slapped her ass with his hand. She squealed with the duel sensations and muttered for him to please stop! Again he reached beneath her and pulled another clothespin from her, and slapped her thighs. She cried out again begging him to stop although she knew it was useless. He repeated this until all the clothespins were pulled from her flesh. She was sobbing and trying so hard to keep still. Her tits burned from the release of the clothespins and now he reached down under her and gently rubbed her soft, round breasts, massaging where the clothespins had pinched. It struck her as ironic that there would be such pain in freedom! The warmth from his fingertips soothed her and she began to calm down. Her tender ass quickly became her main focus as the stinging slowly dissipated into a warmth that made her cunt twitch with a stronger need. His fingers slid down her belly and slipped between her pussy lips and her desire flamed from deep inside her womb to her hard, aching clit. "Oh yes, you are just dripping, aren't you my sweet slut? You're aching to be fucked, aren't you?" his voice was thick with desire. "Yes, please Master," she groaned from deep in her throat. She felt his fingers slip up and down in her juicy pussy, pushing the rope aside yet pinching her skin between his fingers and the rope. She felt tremors building up from deep inside her. His finger kept flicking her clit and she could barely stand it! "I need..." "What? You need what? Does my naughty girl need to come?" "Oh, yes, Sir...please!" she begged. "Get up and we'll see if you are really ready," he said as he helped her to stand. She was in a slight daze as he moved her toward the bed. He turned her to face him and he kissed her tear stained cheeks. Then he untied the rope from the chain, from her wrists and at her lower back and she sighed heavily with relief at being able to let her arms down to her sides. Letting the rope fall to the floor he steadied her with his hands on her shoulders. "Look at me," he whispered. As she raised her face to look into his eyes he reached to her tits and gently opened both clamps at the same time, releasing her bondage. "Oh God! Ughhhh!" she grunted loudly sucking air into her lungs as she felt the blood flooding into her strangled nipples. She stood there and sobbed and he gently took her into his arms and stroked her hair. She trembled against his chest as her tears soaked his skin. She kept her upper back arched out fearing any contact with her hypersensitive nipples. "Shhhh...you're going to be all right. You're my good girl, taking your discipline so well." He kissed the top of her head then turned her around and helped her climb onto the bed. "On your hands and knees, baby. Lower yourself on your arms now," he gently instructed her. When she was settled he kneeled on the bed behind her and placed his hands on either side of her hips. He lowered his face to her sopping wet pussy and began to gently lick her soft lips. She was absolutely sodden and he was in heaven lapping up her juices. She began to relax as she felt his warm mouth nuzzling her cunt and his tongue delicately swirling up and down her slit. Her mind was spinning, still trying to switch gears from all the pain to the gentle attentions he now gave her. After a few minutes she moaned and meekly asked if she was allowed to move. As soon as he said yes she was shifting her hips up and down pushing against his face. His tongue felt glorious and she kept trying to manipulate her hips so his tongue would be right on her stiff, throbbing clit. Her fragile nipples brushed back and forth across the sheet which heightened her pleasure. He could feel her twitching and knew her climax was building. She rocked back and forth faster and faster and moaned loudly. "Fuck me, Master, please! Fuck me hard!" she begged him. Aching to feel her pussy filled and stretched she was completely caught off guard when his fingers spread her juices to her anus and he slid his finger deeply into her tight hole. "Oh!!! Yes! Harder!" she screamed and thrust herself back and forth on his finger. Soon a second finger joined the first and he sucked her clit between his teeth. "I can't hold it...nooo...I can't anymore! Please let me come, please!" she begged him. No sooner did she hear his moan of consent than she exploded with fierce, hot pleasure. Her orgasm consumed her and she screamed and grunted like a wild animal. She came hard, her pussy convulsing and her ass almost violently spasming around his fingers. As her trembling eased he slid his fingers out of her stretched hole and gently licked her slit. She panted and gasped trying to catch her breath. He felt exhilarated by her tumultuous and powerful orgasm. He loved listening to her passionate screams and watching her body shudder and jerk in ecstasy. Sitting back he licked his lips and gazed lovingly at her. He smiled tasting her delicious juices smeared all over his mouth. Her body quivered as she softly cried, so overwhelmed by such an intense climax. His cock was rock hard and practically bursting from its skin. He was ravenous to feel her drenched, tight cunt wrapped around his burgeoning shaft! Rolling her to her side then onto her back he leaned forward on his knees between her soft, white thighs. She frowned and slightly hissed as her raw ass slid over the sheet beneath her. This only aroused him further, knowing how tender and sensitive her pretty ass was. He reached under her and grabbed her full ass cheeks in his hands. She cried out as he squeezed her flesh and pulled her hips up. The head of his cock was dark purple and swollen and he looked down to admire her pussy, his pussy, as his knob was poised at the opening. "Reach down and feel my cock baby, you know what you're supposed to do," his voice was gruff with lascivious hunger. He pulled his hips back a few inches and watched as her soft, pretty hand with her dark red fingernails seemed to float in slow motion toward his raging hard-on. Then he closed his eyes and sighed as her fingertips stroked his thick shaft then her fingers wrapped around him and eased him forward to her slick cunt. "What do you want, slut? Tell me," he whispered and looked down at her. Her beautiful breasts were so big and round his mouth watered to lean down and suck and bite them. "I want you to fuck your cunt, Master. I want to feel you fill me up with your wonderful, thick cock. I love to feel...ohhhh, yes!" she groaned as his rod slid into her. Although she was tight she was dripping wet and he slid in all the way to the hilt, trapping her fingers between their bodies. "Oh yes, you are so big! You feel so good!" He nearly took her breath away with how hard and thick his cock was. "Keep your fingers there and feel my cock sliding in and out. Yes, that's right, I love to feel your sweet fingers touching me as I fuck you. Ohhhh..." He moved slowly at first, enraptured by the feel of her fingers, the tightness of her cunt, and the slippery sounds of her hole. He felt as if her hot pussy was sucking him and her fingers were tongue-like in their caresses. When he leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth he was in heaven with shear pleasure! He could feel his balls tightening and after a few moments he could stand it no longer and straightened back up digging his fingers into her ass cheeks. His pace quickened until he was crashing against her. He watched her tits dance up and down against her chest and fucked her harder. He couldn't seem to get enough of her and strained to thrust in deeper. His balls slapped against her becoming drenched with her juices. Then he looked directly into her eyes, moist with lust. She looked up at him and whispered, "Please give me your cum". He roared as his hot cum spewed from his aching cock, deep inside her tight walls. He pulled out of her and gripped his cock tightly, grunting and stroking with a wild frenzy and watched as his thick, milky cum squirt all over her pussy lips. It jetted out onto her belly and she used her free hand to wipe it up and spread it all over her tits. He loved bathing his angel slut with his cum! After he squeezed out the last drops onto her pussy he fell on his side beside her and wrapped his strong arms around her. With her cheek pressed against his hairy chest she could hear as well as feel his heart pounding and she couldn't help grinning from ear to ear with joy. They relaxed quietly for a while wrapped in each other's warmth. There could be no better place in the world than in each other's arms! He kissed the top of her head and gently squeezed her tighter. "There are no words to tell you how intensely happy and loved you make me feel. I'm so happy to be loved by you, to belong to you," she whispered. "You are so wonderful. Do you know how much I love you?" he murmured. "Bunches and bunches!" she softly giggled. "More than that. You are my world," he answered then pulled her up and kissed her passionately, euphoric in their love. "Yes Please" My heart is racing. My cunt is dripping a puddle, collecting under me. I have been here before. Blindfolded, tied spread eagle d on the bed. Anticipation brings both excitement and fear. Your words are soft, but direct. "Do not disappoint me. Do not freeze up. Do not be afraid. Suddenly, a knock at the door shakes me. "Oh, God, is this real?" My mind is racing with thoughts of who it could be. Initially, I think its Sir G back to prove I'm not at all worthy of being your slave. Or, maybe its the girls. Or, is it the guy next door? I try to concentrate on the noises that might be made by whoever is entering my space. But, it's as if no one is there. The stinging of the paddle across my tit both wakes me from my fantasy, and scares me! I scream out in shock! Again and again the paddle connects with my tits! The fire growing beneath each hit is blending nicely with the pain. As quickly as it started, it stops. Tears are welling up in my eyes, but not yet falling. My breathing is rapidly becoming shallow. The wetness between my legs is completely noticeable. Before I can assess my situation there is an ass in my face! I am lost in thought, as I eat this ass. I have no idea who or what it this ass belongs to. It roughly fucks my face. Again as quickly as it began, its over. Again, I'm left alone. My thoughts racing, as finally, after so long, I hear your voice: "Do not disappoint me lil girl." A rush of heat begins washing over me , as you continue. "Do you want what's next?" Without even knowing what that is, I answer: "Yes, please." The pain begins slowly, as it takes a moment to register in my head. My nipples are being tied, clamped, or something. I can't quite tell, as I find myself both in the present and in some euphoric pleasure space. The pain becoming intensely real. Tears are now falling, as I feel warm, cold, pleasure and pain, all mixing together. Without seeing what is happening, the sensations are also mixing, rushing together like hot & cold water colliding in a tub. I can't tell where the pain ends, and the pleasure begins. Again you ask: "Do you want what is next?" I answer: "Yes, please." Suddenly, a surge of pain... no, pleasure... well, actually, again I can't tell which is which. There is a sting, a slow pain occurring as I hear myself being whipped from my legs up! I can feel the reddening of my skin. I feel it swelling with whelps, as I'm whipped continuously, from my toes to my tits. As my tits are hit, my screams become defined. That is pure pain! Yet, each slap causes my cunt to drip. It drips, and as each smack is delayed, I can feel each one intensify. I lay moaning, wanting more. Needing more. Its only a moment before you ask again: "Do you want what is next?" No hesitation. No thoughts. Just a quick, precise answer: "Yes, please." Roughly, hard fingers are shoved into my extremely wet cunt! The pleasure is overwhelming! As I'm fucked, relentlessly, with these fingers, my screams soon become... moaning. I'm now begging for more! Before I'm even asked! "Yes, please give me more!" "Fuck me like the worthless whore you know me to be!" "Hurt me!" "Make me beg you to stop!" "Please fuck me!" "Use my body for your enjoyment!" "Please, God, give me more!" As quickly as I was filled, I am empty. Fingers, coated in my cunt juices, are now shoved down my throat. I suck every drop off, as the fingers are now replaced by a hard cock, diving deeply, gagging me... choking me... fucking my throat like the life of the cock's owner depended on it. Then it happens: My cunt is again stuffed. This time it's you fucking me, with brutal force! Simultaneously, the other cock, whose owner I still do not know, continues fucking my mouth, and you both find your rhythm. I cum almost immediately! I am ruthlessly fucked harder and harder, til I'm filled with cum, both in my mouth, and in my cunt. I swallow what I'm given. The cock that was in my mouth, is removed. Then, you pull your cock from my pussy, and shove it in my mouth. I suck it clean, savoring our juices mixing together. You again softly ask if I'm ready for what's next? Breathlessly, I answer: "Yes, please." The pain comes faster than before. My body is cringing in pain, as the paddle dances across my skin. There is no pleasure. Only pain! I scream louder than ever! Then, it stops. But only for a minute. Then, again, and again, the paddle begins to dance... Tears are falling rapidly. Then, just when I can't take anymore, it stops. I take a few deep breaths. I'm left alone, slowly calming myself... when I hear moaning. I try to picture what is happening, but I only hear it. The sounds are becoming clearer, as I hear someone fucking another female. Her moans are growing with intensity, as she begs to be fucked harder. Her words are getting louder. I hear him moan as he cums, filling her. She is then placed on my face, and I lick every salty drop of cum out of her ass. I feel your cock sliding into her pussy as I lick both of you, savoring the mixture of cock & pussy as you fuck her, as she kneels over my face. I find your balls, taking them softly into my mouth. I suck gently. Then, my tongue finds my favorite spot, just underneath them. As you fuck her, as she lays on top of me, my tongue finds your ass. I devour you, as her pussy is splashing all over my face. You plunge deep into her, cumming as you pull out, making sure you drip on my face. I clean both you, and the pussy. Again I am left alone, as I hear rustling, and then the door opens, and shuts. I hear nothing for a moment, and wonder if I have been left all alone. Then I feel you, as you begin removing my restraints, leaving the blindfold last. Your words again washing over me: "Do you want what is next?" My answer: "Yes, please." You then remove the blindfold. My eyes readjust. And I find your eyes, sparkling... You are pleased with this worthless whore. And, I couldn't be happier! Yes! Please Yes! Caitlyn was surprised when she awoke in her own bed. The last thing she remembered was passing out in the kitchen as Neil was commencing round four. The big rapist she had met at the Grocery store had claimed her for his own, and she was surprised to have awoken alone. Were it not for the condition of her body, she may have been tempted to believe the night before was all a dream. But the rainbow of hand and finger shaped bruises, the tingling tenderness of her cunt and ass, the tightness in muscles she never even knew she had, the soreness of her throat; all belied that thought. The petite redhead stood and took a shower. She dressed, glad that she had a weekend to try to bounce back from her encounter. She knew she couldn't call the police, she had enjoyed it too much, Neil had turned her out completely. She was ready to do it all over again, and just as she was lamenting the fact that the night would never be repeated; she found the note he had left on the counter. Caity me little darling, Had to go grab my gear. I'll be back before noon. Be dressed. I'm taking your big tittied ass shopping. You need some clothes that let the whole world know how fucking sexy you are now that you are mine. Love, Neil. Caitlyn shivered in anticipation. She ran to the bedroom and changed into some more leaving the house appropriate clothes. She threw off her sweats and pulled on jeans she had shoved to the back of the closet months ago, when she decided that they were too fitted in the thighs, and a top one of the girls at work had given her a few Christmases ago hoping to pull her out of her shell a bit. Looking in the mirror she pulled her hair up into a high cheerleader ponytail. All in all she looked nice, though still very conservative, and a bit young. But when Neil returned and saw her he simply grunted as he pulled his long thick cock from his pants. Her mouth started to water. But despite the fact that she desperately wanted to taste him again she wanted, needed him to take control. She sat there just staring at the huge dick in front of her. Neil walked over and grabbed her hair and yanked her to her knees. Rubbing his cock over her face, he laughed. "Like it rough do you. You can't just give it up. I've gotta take it. That's fine. I like it like that just fine. Fucking you hard, forcing you to give every inch before I take a yard. Shit, you little bitch, that just makes me hot. Suck my fucking cock, you little slut. I want to feel your throat working around my dick." Caitlyn moved her head up and down, fighting to bury her nose in the wiry hairs at the base of Neil's cock. She knew without a doubt that she was sick but she found herself getting more and more aroused by Neil's aggression, and dominance. She just loved the feel of his hands wrapped tight in her hair, ramming her head up and down on his massive erection. The feel of him popping the head of his dick in and out past her uvula and down past her gag reflex, had her so aroused she was not thinking straight at all. Neil grabbed her head and forced himself balls deep into her throat and unloaded his balls. Caitlyn found herself a bit disappointed that he'd cum without her getting to taste barely any of his jizz. "Come on Caity Darlin', we've got some shopping to do. You still look like you took a fucking vow of chastity." Neil laughed. He knew that he had just aroused Caitlyn, greatly by taking his own orgasm without giving any thought to hers...but he wanted her soaking wet by the end of the day. Tonight when he fucked her, she was going to shoot off like a firecracker and she wouldn't be able to hide from her own perversities then. Neil took Caitlyn to a nearby mall and he spent the day outfitting her to his specifications. When she inevitably baulked, he would simply power through by the force of his dominating personality. Each display of power, both intriguing and baffling Caitlyn even further. By the end of their time in the very first store, Fredrick of Hollywood, Caitlyn's head and pussy were positively swimming. She now owned corsets every style she could imagine and every color of the rain bow. Garter belts, and stockings, bustiers, and panties. Actually the panties surprised Caitlyn, but she soon realized that Neil was one who loved to rip them off. Then onto Hot Topic and Wet Seal for tiny outfits that made her want to hide. And finally shoes, hooker boots, and stripper heels. Every shoe was chosen based on how her ass looked, and whether they would feel good against Neil as he fucked her. Especially a delicious looking and feeling pair of chocolate suede four and a half inch thigh high lace up the back boots, Neil could easily picture her in those and nothing else. While at the shoe store they ran into a surprising turn of events. The sales person assisting them was a statuesque blonde, who apparently liked small redheads. The larger woman kept running her hands up and down the second skin of Caitlyn's jeans. Several times she surreptitiously rubbed her hands over Caitlyn's full, sexy ass. Caitlyn kept glancing over at Neil, hoping that he would stop the lesbian amazon, but one look at his face illustrated the fact that he loved the show. When her co-worker went on break, leaving the three of them alone in the store, Oma pounced. She pushed Caitlyn into a corner and began to devour her mouth. Caitlyn struggled against the larger woman, knowing once and for certain that she wasn't even the least bit bisexual. Finally Neil interceded. It did take him a moment to realize that Caitlyn really did not like this. The realization hit when she ceased struggling all together and stood there stiff as a board. Striding over Neil grabbed the larger of the two women by her shoulder and wrenched her away from HIS woman. "She is MINE. I know she is sexy as hell and that victim vibe she gives off makes her even hotter...but hands off. She doesn't want you. So back off." Neil paid for all their purchases, forcing the bitch to give them her discount to prevent him from taking the sexual assault to her manager, or worse the police. They left the mall and headed to a small, slightly run down shopping center. There Neil dragged her into a small store, where she had to show her ID before they would let her in the door. Caitlyn's eyes were HUGE as she looked around at the contents of the store. Neil pushed her towards a counter. Under the glass were a plethora of toys and paddles. Neil picked out some restraints, three different paddles, all of which had handles that could double as dildos. Walking Caitlyn around the store he pointed out several different things to her. He was unsurprised when she seemed to freeze in front of a display of nipple clamps. He let her pick out a set, and he was pleased when she picked out exactly what one would need for long, thick, sensitive nipples like hers. The silver and black clamps had soft black microfiber pads and tension dials. The short little submissive fairly drooled at the sight of them. Neil of course bought two pairs, one to keep with the rest of the day's purchases and one to keep at his home. Eventually Caitlyn would move in with him, but first he wanted to find out exactly what her limits were. The new couple dined out that evening. As soon as they returned to Caitlyn's place, Neil sent her to shoe and get ready for bed. He put away her clothes and shoes and lingerie in the manner he wanted them. When she came out of the bathroom, Neil took his turn in there. He finished, quickly just thinking about all the sexy outfits and corsets he had seen her in that day and Neil walk out of the bath with his cock leading the way. He got into the bed while she was still standing beside it. Neil chuckled to himself when he notices Caitlyn had primly braided her hair. It was a strange dichotomy when presented with her lush and sexy nude body. He patted the bed next to him. Caitlyn climbed in, as soon as she was completely on the bed, Neil flipped her over onto her back and climbed on top of her body, biting her breast hard enough to leave teeth-marks in her pale flesh. He smiled, watching her creamy skin turn red. She shrieked and began to fight, she writhed and clawed making a delicious mewing sound as she panted and struggled. He kissed her neck and lulling her into relaxing, then he bit down hard on her neck. She wailed and her legs instinctively spread and lifted up in a defensive posture. He slid between them. His hips were pressing her thighs wide apart. He lodged his cock head at her entrance. He thrust forward, jamming his cock into her tight, wet sheath and making her scream in pain. She was now whimpering and he was whispering filthy things into her ear that make her fight him harder, getting closer and closer to the orgasm she had needed all day. "Oh, you hot little whore. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Take that little girl. You like that? Oh fuck, you're so tight! Fuck me back, you little bitch. Move those hips. That's it, my little fuck toy. Grind me, yeah, just like that." He began to hump her like a mad man, harder and harder, ignoring her cries, enjoying her fight and came quickly with a final thrust upward into her poor abused body. Caitlyn screamed out in the most intense pleasure she had felt all day. "Yes, please yes...Make me yours, your slut, your whore, your fucktoy." Her orgasm rocked her, causing her cunt to milk Neil's cock, forcing him to cum harder and longer. Neil looked down at her, his smile feral. His grin terrifying. "Oh I will. I will make you mine. I am already your master, your owner. Your sexy fucking body is mine." "I'm going to fuck your little ass, baby. How 'bout that? Oh fuck yeah, I want you to take so much of my fucking cock up your ass that you beg me to stop." "Oh no, please don't!" She cried out, knowing her begging would be of no use. It only served to excite both of them. "Yeah, that's it. Beg me, little one. How much cock can you take, do you think? Think you can take the whole nine inches, baby?" "Oh! You'll split me in two! Oh God, you'll fill me up! PLEASE, Oh Please!" Caitlyn wondered if it was possible to die from remembering pleasure. "Oh, please, YES!" he shouted, rearing back and plunging downward. He missed the mark, spreading her wide but bouncing away, causing a searing bolt of pain. Yet smearing the head of his cock with their cum leaking from her pouting little pussy. He cursed she felt his cock hit her asshole again and sink about two inches of his painfully huge cock inside her rectum. She shrieked in pain and stiffened. "Ahhhhh," she moaned, unable to do or say anything else as pain and pleasure ripped up her spine. When she could move again, she'd tried to squirm away, grabbing the floral bedspread and pulling herself forward. She screamed, "GOOOOODDDD!" "Oh no you don't, you bitch! You're going to take all of this cock, and no one's going to stop me, not even the cops. Don't lie, you little bitch. You're going to love it. I want you to feel it in your throat!" He didn't really care if she loved it or not. He wrapped his hand in Caitlyn's braid; he moved over to the edge of the bed and stood, dragging Caitlyn with him every inch of the way. Standing on the floor, supporting himself with his other arm next to her torso; he started to ram harder, punching himself into me in short, hard jabs. She shrieked, "OH, IT'S BURNING!" "Oh fuck, baby, yeah! Even tighter than your little, bald cootch." He kept it up, and she could hear herself squealing and letting out shrieks of mixed pleasurepain as he tunneled his dick deep into her bowels. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna stretch your little intestines out and pack your shit hard, you little whore. Oh, I fucking love this! YOU FEEL SO FUCKING TIGHT! SO FUCKING GOOD!" Neil stopped. "I want to see your face," he'd said to Caitlyn. He yanked out suddenly and she gasped, wrenched back into reality by the feeling. He grabbed her shoulder, rolling her over onto her back. He leaped between her legs, pushing behind Caitlyn's knees till they touched the bed next to her shoulders. He was nearly drooling as he said, "I love your hairless, little pussy." Her crotch was red and swollen from the earlier orgasms and fucking. Even still, she would have welcomed him taking her there again, instead of her barely lubed ass. His cock stood up, streaked with their cum. She could feel cum trickling down into the crack between her cheeks and onto her low back. Neil positioned himself over Caitlyn, and came up on his feet, carefully hovering over her. He pressed her knees into the bed, making her bottom pull up and suddenly she knew what was coming. He was going to do it again. "Ready baby?" he sneered, laughing. "No, please, no! Neil, I'm begging you. No more!" Her pleas sounded so sweet to Neil's ears. He could feel her hidden orgasms as she struggled to maintain the fiction that was arousing them both so much. He just smiled at Caitlyn, plunging down, ramming himself deep into her ass. She cried out in pleasure so strong that tears immediately fell from her eyes. Her ass was red and inflamed from the fucking he was giving her. Her body shook and spasmed while she moaned and convulsed and squealed. She knew my tears and shouting excited him so she wasn't silent. "Oh God, yes! Please don't stop! Oh you fucker! Please Don't Stop!" He rutted like an animal, totally immersed in his own pleasure. His sweat was pouring down his face and falling all over her stomach and face. "Oh yeah, oh that's it, baby. Give me your tears. Oh fuck, you're a beautiful, baby whore. I love nailing you. Oh shit, oh shit. Look at your little quim pout every time I push in. Oh that's so sexy. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Look at your little face scrunch up in passion. I love that. I make you scream in passion. Jesus, I'm gonna cum so hard. You like it, don't you? You've been gagging for this for years, waiting for someone strong enough to take it. Hiding your body for so long then flaunting your sexy little body in front of me today, wearing those short shorts and tube tops. You're just begging to be fucked like the nasty, fucking, little anal whore you are. OH GOD, OH JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST!" he bellowed. Neil came hard, bucking and gasping as he shot into Caitlyn's convulsing bowels, squirting and gushing deep inside me. Her mouth was open on a loud scream, tears of joy streaming down her face. Neil pulled out and dragged Caitlyn back into her shower. Once they were both clean again, he forced her to her knees on the bed. He grabbed his pillow and slid the pillowcase off, twisted it into a rope, figure-eighted her hands. He flipped her over onto her stomach. Reaching up, he tied her hands to the headboard, face down. He raised her up on all fours by her hips. He hummed and straddled her legs, running his hands up and down her back, squeezing her ass cheeks and pulling them apart. "Let's see,..." He began licking and sucking her neck and making his way over her shoulders and down her spine. She shivered. He moved back up to her neck and bit her hard at the base of her neck where it met her collar bone. His big hands cupped her breasts at the same time, pinching her nipples painfully. She felt her thighs grow weak and she groaned low, leaning her head to one side to give him better access. He bit her again and then smoothed it with his tongue. His large, hot hands then fluttered over her sides, her hips, her ass, dipped between her legs and spread her wetness. "You're ass is so hot." He squeezed her cheeks for emphasis. She was making the most amazing little grunting sounds. He rested his hardness between her cheeks and leaned over to put his lips to her ear. "Well, let's see...Caity me Darlin...I want to fuck you hard from behind. I want you to totally surrender to me. You make me crazy. I don't know why. You make me want to be an animal with you. I wanna fuck you until you scream. He rubbed himself in and around her wetness. "Yeah, that's what I want to do. I'm rock hard for you. I want to shove my cock as deep into your little cunt as I can go, till you feel me in your throat." She whimpered again. He kept teasing her entrance, running his finger into her wetness and spreading it up between her cheeks. "Please, Neil, please." "Please what?" "Do it. Rape me again. Please." It was his turn to groan. "First..." He got down on all fours and buried his face between her legs, lapping her, swallowing her wetness. She twitched and he grabbed her hips to hold her in place. He turned onto his back and pushed up under her, pulling her crotch onto his face. "Gotta taste you again. It makes me so hot. You taste so good." He sucked on her clitoris and kneaded her legs and folds, until she came, spraying wetness all over his face. He licked up what he could and moved to suckle her breasts. When she was on the verge of thrashing too hard against her bound hands, he finally moved behind her. He smacked her ass, over and over again turning each cheek red.. "Pleeaassee, Neil." "Caitlyn?" "Wha-hat? Please?" "That's it, I want you to beg me." He began teasing her entrance with the head of his erection and sliding forward to poke her clitoris from behind. He leaned forward to pinch her nipples and suck on her neck. He murmured, "How bad do you want this? Tell me." She whimpered, then begged. "Baadd. Oh, please, Neil, oh god, I need you. Need you inside me, please. Please take me. Oh I need to be fucked so bad. Please fuck me. I feel so empty." Then suddenly, without warning, he grabbed her hips and dove into her hard and fast to the hilt. "Ahhh, shit, yeah, so deep this way." That was all she said. He felt her tightness around him, quivering slightly. She was wet and hot inside and felt so good. He tilted her hips forward a little more with his large hands and pressed a little farther in, causing her to moan. He loved the sounds she made. They were the most erotic things he'd ever heard. Hearing her pleasure, knowing he was the cause. He felt powerful, so male, dominant. He stayed inside, grinding himself into her by swiveling his hips, staying buried, reaching with one hand to pinch her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and pulling it up and down. She let out a shuddering whimper. "I love the sounds you make, Caitlyn. Don't ever hold back on me. The sounds you make drive me crazy. I feel every one of them in my cock, so exciting to hear you. I love making you moan, making you scream with pleasure with pain. Tell me." "So deep, you're so deep, ahhh, oh, you stretch me wide. Feels so good. I'm so sore. Use me, Neil, use me like I'm a whore. Please moovve." She sobbed a little, "Pleeaasse, Neil, please FUCK ME!" "Oh, man that's such a turn on." 'She was actually begging him to fuck her. He pulled out slowly leaving just his head inside and then began thrusting into her hard and fast, gripping her hips and pulling her onto him as he thrust forward. It was perversely satisfying that his dick was big enough to make her sore. He knew that she hadn't been with anyone else. To know that it was him that had stretched her for the first time. No one had plowed this field and she was giving her gifts to him. She couldn't believe how good this felt. His silky hardness pounding into her, stretching her sore walls, and making them twinge in little grips of discomfort. Oh, the pain pushed her arousal a notch higher. She was going to come quickly. She loved that her words turned him on, excited him. She wanted to make him crazy. The paradox was that she felt powerful knowing what she was doing to him. She felt powerful, even though her hands were bound and she was face down and couldn't see his face. "Fuck my cunny hard, Neil. Pound me until you come." Holy shit. Every time she talked he felt the skin of his cock stretch and get tighter even though he thought it was impossible for him to get any harder. "Caitlyn, you squeeze me so tight, you feel sooo good, make me so hard." She wasn't holding back. Moans, grunts and squeals were coming out of her with every thrust. Yes! Please Yes! Her torso was dipped down, arm stretched above her head. He pulled her back so she couldn't rock back into him. She had no leverage now. Her face was sideways on her pillow, her ass in the air. He held her firmly, she couldn't move. He held her still and pounded into her over and over. There was something so exciting about being taken over like this. Even more than she realized. She'd had her little masochistic, passive fantasies, but this was better. Better because it was real and better because it was Neil. She knew it excited him as much as it did her. And she knew he would not allow her to be weak or expect her to be passive in other areas of her life. This was for purely hedonistic pleasure and nothing else. She wanted to give up control. She wanted him to use her body for his pleasure. Having him take what he wanted was exciting to her. She was sore inside from being stretched for the first time in her life and his pounding was making her tunnel ache now along with the gripping twinges of her vaginal walls. It made warmth spread through her entire abdomen. He was whispering darkly in her ear again. "I'm sooo hard for you, unfuckingbelievably hard for you," he murmured. "Yeah, that's it, lover, come on, let me hear what I'm doing to you." She was so in control most of the time. It was unbelievable to take her like this, like a slave, hands bound, trusting him to surrender herself, to be helpless. To let him use her body like this and not be afraid, use her for his pleasure, like a whore. What an unbelievable turn-on. 'God, I'm a sick mother,' she thought. But this felt too good. "Caitlyn, I love your little heart-shaped ass, it's so beautiful." He palmed her cheeks and spread them apart. He looked down and watched himself sliding in and out of her, seeing her sphincter flex and release with this thrusts as he pulled her cheeks apart so she was spread taut. "Ooo, I love your little puckering hole too. Every inch of you is gorgeous." He worked his forefinger into her tightening asshole up to his second knuckle, his palm resting on her cheek. He began pulling it out and sliding back in each time he thrust inside. She was going wild and he had never felt this elated having sex. He slid his finger in all the way and her squealing grew louder, more throaty. He couldn't believe how good this felt. He retreated and gently worked his middle finger in alongside his forefinger, thrusting a little deeper each time until he was plunging both fingers into her ass. He felt euphoric. Tiny, beautiful, sexy, hot, pure, Caitlyn, wanting his fingers in her ass and his hard sex pounding inside her. He felt her inside walls quivering and her moaning voice came to him again. "Ohyeahohyeahohyeah. Sogoodahhfuckme. You can be rough. Oh Neil, keep me sore, keep fuckingmehard, I'msofull, oh your fingers feel so good, both holes, sofullsogood." He leaned over with his free hand and slid it under her, grabbing her nipple in his thumb and forefinger and rolling it, increasing his pressure as her groaning became louder. Continuing to thrust into her hard, he snapped his hips and letting his body drive his fingers into her ass. She begged, "More, twist harder, oh yeah, twist it harder, make it hurt, oh Jesus, Neil, ahh yeah, make me come. I'm so close, so close. Neil, please make me come." He was rapidly losing control. This whole situation was exhilarating. There was no other word for it. He felt dominant and authoritarian. His balls were coiling. He was close. He had to make her come first. She was his, he always took care of his toys. He viciously twisted her nipple, pulling it away from breast at the same time. He yelled out, sounding almost angry, gritting his teeth, but definitely demanding. "Come for me, Caitlyn. Now! Give it over it to me, do it now, come on, come for me!" Two thrusts and two twists of her nipple later, she convulsed, screaming her pleasure and passing out. Neil kept fucking her unconscious body until he emptied his balls into her grasping, sucking pussy. Pulling her close he left his cock in her still twitching cunt and fell asleep curled around his doll.