0 comments/ 19389 views/ 0 favorites All For You By: Nonymous You wait for him upstairs, laying back on the couch in your bedroom, wearing a black see through baby doll with a g-string. You had written him a note and taped it to the front door: Kirk, Come upstairs to the bedroom. I will be waiting there for you to do whatever you tell me. Hurry lover, I'm wet with anticipation. Mandy You absent mindedly begin playing with yourself through the thin fabric of your thong as you fantasize of what Kirk might want you to do to him. You've always wanted to be told what to do during sex, kind of like a slave. You hear Kirk arriving home from work and hurriedly climbing the stairs. He opens the door to the bedroom and makes eye contact with you as he begins to pull off his tie. His jacket is thrown onto the floor. You stand up and walk over to him. Reaching out you begin to unbutton his shirt. "Let me undress you." you say with a sexy grin. You pull of his shirt dropping it to the floor. Your hands brush over Kirk's semi-hard cock as you unbuckle his belt, unbutton and unzip his pants. You sit him on the bed, kneeling down in front of him and removing both his shoes and socks. "Kiss me." Kirk tells you as he pulls you up to his mouth. Locked in a hungry embrace you fall back onto the bed. Kirk's hands are groping your tits, causing your nipples to become excited and hard. You move your thigh and begin rubbing it against Kirk's bulging member. He softly moans as you kiss his neck, gently biting, then sucking. "Kiss my chest, suck and nibble my nipples." he says as you migrate your kisses. His chest has little hair and you use your tongue to trace between his nipples and tickle his nipples. Gently you bite one and suck the other, then change. This seems to be driving Kirk wild. He grabs your hand and wraps it around his rock hard cock. He begins to move his hand away, but you grab it and hold it around his dick too and begin stroking. "Mmmmmm. This is turning me on so much! Move over here so I can eat your pussy." he says. You reposition your body, still working his cock, and ease your cunt onto his face. "Your pussy is nice and hot and wet, just how I like it. Now I want you to suck my dick." Kirk tells you as he puts his hand on the back of your head and guides it down onto his dick. You let his direct your movements by pushing your head or pulling your hair. It turns you on to know your doing exactly what Kirk wants right now. You always knew this would be incredibly exotic, but you just weren't prepared, you think as you burst with orgasm. "Ahhhhhh! Uhhhh, uhhh, uh." you cry out as you grind against Kirk's face, his tongue working your slit like crazy. Your hand is quickly rubbing up and down his shaft, squeezing ever so slightly. "I want you to ride me on the couch." Kirk says as he pulls you off of him and goes over to the couch. You stand in front of him and pull down his boxers. He sits down and pulls your g-string off. You straddle him, grabbing his cock and teasing it by rubbing it against the lips of your pussy. You gently lower your cunt onto his cock, just the head at first, then raise back up, his cock exiting your cunt. You then lower your wet pussy further down onto his cock and raise back up. You can feel Kirk's dick pulsating from your teasing. After his dick exits your pussy this time you grab it with your hand and use rub it against your clit. "Ahhhhhhh. Yeah, girl that feels soo nice." Kirk moans in ecstasy. You then guide his throbbing member back into your slippery wet cunt, sitting down all the way onto his waiting cock. This action causes you both to cry out. Slowly at first you begin to grind back and forth on his cock, enjoying the way his penis filled your pussy and the way it felt pushing against the walls. You begin to move your hips in a circular motion, causing Kirk to throw his head back and close his eyes. Suddenly he opens his eyes and lifts his head as he grabs your arms and pushes you onto the couch. He's holding your arms above your head with one hand and massaging your breasts with the other as he begins to pump into you. His deep thrusts don't take very long to drive you into a heated orgasm as you come all over his cock. Your pulsating pussy is too much sensation for Kirk. He fucks you with four deep, hard thrusts as his warm cum fills your pussy. He then collapses on top of you still gently massaging your breasts. All For You I stand before you, waiting. Will you approve of me or will I disappoint in some way? I have taken care to dress as you directed, the short, almost indecent skirt, with the slit at the front. The bra is darker than the top that goes over it. It does the job it was designed for too, pushing my breasts up, making my cleavage look even fuller than usual. The top is sheer and clings to my overheated skin. My make-up is subtly overdone, if there can be such a thing. It is also more dramatic than usual, making a focal point of dark red lips and slumberous eyes. My nails are long and dipped in the same shade of stain as my lips. My stockings are sheer and black and the lines up the back are military straight, albeit allowing for the curve of calf and thigh. The heels are high, black and shined to a mirror sheen. All just as you directed. As you sit, one leg crossed over the other at the knee, the middle finger of your right hand at your mouth, examining my efforts; there is no indication of your feelings about what you see. For all I felt nervous and apprehensive before, I now know the terror of being completely wrong, inadequate in every respect. What made me feel I could please you? Despite this, I force myself to stand before you and wait for your censure. I deserve no better than this. "Stop Fidgeting!" Your voice is quiet, but your impatience with me is more evident in that than if you had shouted and is enough to make me force my fingers to cease their twining around one another behind my back. Still I cannot look at you. I stand head bowed, looking at what I can see of you without meeting your gaze. "Lift that skirt, slut, and do it right." Again the quiet tones that both make me more nervous and yet calm me with their authority over me. I slowly slide my hands down the outsides of my thighs, hook my fingers under the hem on each side and millimetre by millimetre pull the skirt up, gradually revealing my shaved pussy and higher until it sits in a bunch above my hips. "Adequate," you comment, "now turn around, bend over with your legs apart and grasp your ankles." Still without daring to look at you properly, I turn and do as I am bid, making damned sure that I do not bend at the knee at all as I spread my legs and bend over, sliding my hands down my legs until I reach the ankles and grasp them so that each painted nail is clearly visible. Also now visible is my plump ass and my cunt which aches for you. I hear you stand and walk over to me and then feel the glorious heat emanating from you, as you are right behind me. Your hands caress my ass cheeks, and then pinch firmly, causing me to gasp. "What kind of girl does things like this? Hmm?" Your tone is enquiring and light, rather than demanding. All the while you continue stroking and touching my exposed flesh, everywhere but the warm wet pussy that wants you so badly. "Sluts do things like this, Sir," I breathe. "That's right, so you must be a slut. Do you like cock, my slut?" You query "Yes Sir, you know that I love cock." I feel so humiliated that it makes me even wetter, and you have noticed this. I feel the sharp sting of your right hand on my ass. "Mhmm, I do know it, and I notice how much you want it right now. I wonder slut, would you love a nice, big cock to push inside you right now?" Your fingers have found my clit and are rubbing insistently, gently, making me want to push back and invite you to fuck me. But I know that I am here for your pleasure, so I manage to control the impulse, though the effort makes me moan. Your hand cracks against my ass again, stinging and making it tingle with heat. "I asked you a question! Answer me." Impatience drips from each individually clipped word you utter. I take a deep breath, "If it would please you, Sir, I would love to have a nice, big cock push inside me right now." "Good girl. Wait right here. If you move at all, I will not be impressed." Then I hear you move away, opening and closing the door into the adjoining bedroom. I strain to hear what is happening, but all I can hear is muffled voices. Then the door opens and I can make out two sets of footfalls on the plush carpeting. I feel your hand caress my hair, stroking it, and then your voice directed at the other person in the room. "She has caused me a fair amount of trouble in her time, had a streak of bloody-minded independence and insolence that took considerable training to eradicate, but," you pause as if considering, "Well, look at her tits, I can assure you they are exquisitely responsive, particularly to clamps if you would like?" Another pause, and then I hear a deep voice, a little shaky and coming from directly behind me, "Not on this occasion. What about her mouth?" This is followed by a laugh from you, as if the question were ridiculous. "What can I tell you? Not only does she have a natural talent, she also has an insatiable appetite. You couldn't pay for better anywhere. This slut is what I would call an enthusiast." The other man clears his throat, and sighs, "Excellent. Now how does she like to be fucked?" There is a pause and I can tell that the question has offended you a little. However, after a moment you answer, "Whilst that is entirely irrelevant as she is here only to please me, and by that I mean anyone I want her to please as well as for my own gratification, this particular slut has a preference for being taken roughly from behind. In fact, the rougher the treatment, the hotter, wetter and more responsive she gets. What would you like from her this evening?" All the while you are relaying this, my face is burning from the humiliation, but a rush of pleasure tempers this as three of your fingers slide immediately and deeply into my wet and hungry cunt. While this unknown man makes up his mind, you feed me your fingers to suck and lick clean, which I do with abandon. I hear your zip coming down and then you are immediately in front of me, presenting your wonderful cock before my watering mouth. "You won't mind if she sucks me?" You enquire of the other as you push your extremely hard and incredibly large cock into my mouth. My tongue immediately and gratefully begins to go to work and my head bobs back and forth greedily on you. I can feel your hands at my cheeks, running through my hair as I work on you. Then, suddenly, without warning my hips are grabbed and I feel an enormous cock spear me from behind, pushing my mouth even further onto your cock. I can't help but moan my appreciation as I am fucked from both ends at once. I can hear you above my moans and the grunts from the other man, who is pounding into me, stretching me with how long and how thick his cock is. "That's it, my darling. Let the nice man fuck your brains out. You know you love it. Make him know that you like him, wiggle that gorgeous ass of yours. grip him with your cunt and make sure you let him know how much you want his cum by pushing back on to him." All the while you are fucking my mouth in long steady strokes. I am desperate to cum, but I know I can't until I am given permission. I can hear the other man, who is still sliding in and out of my cunt, grunting and I notice his breathing change, his pace becomes erratic and I can feel that already enormous tool swelling. My left hand reaches between my legs, and cups his huge balls, and as I feel him jerk and begin to cum, I squeeze with increasing pressure, wanting it all deep inside me. I love to feel a man spurt his cum deep inside me. As his spasms begin to subside I push back on him a little, encouraging him to give just a little more, but he slips out of me and I hear him subside onto the bed, where he can watch. For all that he has just cum, I can hear that his hand has already become busy getting himself hard again. "Ah, slut, you have done well. I think really though, I should check out whether you have been well and truly fucked. That would give you an opportunity to suck the gentleman who graciously filled you with his cum, and allow him to give you your favourite snack." You withdraw from my hungry mouth and manoeuvre me over to the bed, where you bend me over the edge, bringing my face directly before the cock I have only felt up till now. It is splendid, and already very hard again. I open my mouth and lick my lips hungrily as you grab my hair and use it to force my head down onto his waiting shaft. If you hadn't taught me so well, I would have to gag as it makes its way down my throat, it is so huge. Then I feel you position yourself between my legs and enter me completely and swiftly. God, how I love your cock. As you grace me with your deep penetrating strokes, your hand remains in my hair, determining the pace of my mouth on the cock buried in my mouth and throat. All the while I can hear the wet noises coming from my well-fucked cunt, and again feel the beginnings of the tool in my mouth getting ready to spray down my throat. His hands grab my head, and you let go, as he begins to hump my mouth, truly fucking my face. It turns me on even more to hear his breathing changing and the moans which emanate from him. It appears you like it too as you ram into me harder. I am in heaven, speared at both ends and all that would make it complete would be if you allowed me to cum around your glorious cock. I feel him erupt deep in my throat and I suck harder than ever as his orgasm has him jerking. I can feel you swell inside me and am moaning with the delight of two men filling me with their cum at the same time. As you spray your seed deep inside me, I finally hear your command. "Cum for me, my delicious little slut. Show us how much you appreciate our cocks." That is all it takes and my orgasm rips through me as the other man pulls out of my mouth and allows the last of his cum to spurt on my face. I am still catching my breath in an attempt to recover as I hear you usher the other out of the room and bid him a good evening. I can feel the mixture of your spend, his and my own begin to trickle down the inside of my thighs. I feel delightfully wanton, deliciously cheap, and temporarily complete. You gently pull me to my feet and smooth down my skirt, before cradling me in your arms. My head rests on your chest. I feel safe and cherished. "Come, little one. You have pleased me tonight. You learn well, and I am proud of you." My heart thrills at your words. You take me to the bathroom where we shower, you washing me, and me washing you in return, murmured words of intimacy and caring are given, received and returned. After this, all there is to do is retire to bed, where you put your arm around me and kiss me gently, before wishing me goodnight. I fall asleep with your breathing on the back of my neck, your arm around my waist and the warmth of you all around me. I push myself against you a little more, revelling in how solid you are, and the day fades away. This is my first attempt at putting my work "out there" for criticism. All constructive comments gratefully received, and thank you for reading what I have offered. All for You There are times when it is an exquisite release to watch and listen to a woman being pleasured exclusively. Take the time we found ourselves in the secret hotel spot – just the two of us meeting for the afternoon tryst. Your mood was one born out of the tedium of what had already been very long week. Mine was randy (no surprise there) and although each encounter we have is wonderful the thought of going through the activities was a bit out of your most fervent desires at the moment. What to do to distract? You, attired in your finest business wear and I having already removed my jacket and tie began by kissing warmly if not totally deeply. Our tongues dancing in unison and feeling warmth build but not that sudden heat of passion we normally could feel – especially from your end. The wear of the week had gotten to you so I thought perhaps something a little different was in order. Standing now before you I held your shoulders and eased you back onto the bed to sit. Just for a moment. I knelt down and removed first your shoes then reached up and unbuttoned your blouse. Your nipples erect as always shown through the undergarment neatly – I could already feel my cock beginning to swell. But that's not what this was about. Deftly removing your skirt, your hose and your panties you sat in only your bra – some excitement tingling inside you but the ennui still lingered. "Here," I said as I stood and extended my hand to you while standing now. I pulled you close and held you with another kiss as I swiftly removed your bra. Seemed the same but with me clothed it didn't have the sensation we anticipated somehow. Now then – I removed my shirt and dropped off my pants. Slipped stockings went into the heap and we stood before one another again – you completely naked and I in underwear only. The underwear betraying the fact that I was already excited. Your posture telling me that something different need occur. Then I reached down and picked up your blouse again – you remember the one – satin and smooth with delicate pearl buttons. I aided in your placing on again – not buttoned – just hanging over you. As you stood I bent first to your lips, then your neck and shoulders. Reading your reactions as I tasted you. Cool but now feeling some build up. Still with your arms at your side (my insistence) I reached with my hands to hold each of your breasts while I continued the kissing and tongue work along your upper parts. My fingers twiddling with your nipples. Now the flats of my hands rolling across just the very tips of them. Awakening them once more to a more rigid state than ever for you is natural. Somehow the feeling of your blouse hanging over them and my hands added to the opening awareness of what was happening. Allowing my hands to slide down your sides and turning my hands just a bit I pressed lower onto the fronts of your thighs while bringing my mouth down onto one nipple. There my lips pulled it and my tongue danced on it. Then the other. All the while gliding my hands over your thighs – upward on the fronts then into the center and down along the inside. Your legs spreading just a bit. Some wanting. Standing upright again I held your shoulders and urged you back again to sit on the bed. Just at the edge with your feet on the floor. Another tactile command you leaned back braced against your arms. Fully bent now I leaned over you and let my tongue roam along the body I have come to appreciate for all that it gives. Licking with just the tip of my tongue over your upper body, one hand now slipped down along your thigh again. Outside this time then across the knee and back upward. Just the slightest touch between your legs at the top. A flick – nothing more. Then back again along the inside of that thigh. The return trip for my hand was on the opposite thigh with a route reversal – up, flick down the outside. Meanwhile my mouth moving over you – spots on you that you've forgotten are sensitive being rekindled. The taste of you so intoxicating. I raised my head again and you lifted yours to see what was coming next. My smile in return did not divulge much. I knelt again before you and pulled your hips forward just a bit while spreading your legs – more accurately directing you to do so with touches and pressures from my hands. My hands on your knees and then pointing my fingers up your inner thighs I bent again to run my tongue from end to top of your thighs. As with the fingers before it, my tongue lingered but briefly at the very top and then with my lips cascaded down the opposite thigh. You watch with curiosity, as things are getting just a bit warm now. My senses attuned to this, I moved my lips again toward the top of your thighs. First just the outside of your warm but merely moist pussy. Tongue working the outer lips of you. Darting between occasionally. Then one long tongue stroke between those lips. The taste of you bringing me to full erection. I reach around behind you with one arm and grip your ass slightly to hold you and tilt you just a bit. The other hand comes up to your pussy. My eyes watching you as you watch as well. Fingers spreading you and simultaneously finding your still slightly hooded clit. Rubbing it gently and circularly. Slow movements that begin to stir you. A brief glance tells me that you are getting wetter now. Holding you open I reach my tongue back into action. My fingers spreading you open and lifting the last barrier from your clit to allow my tongue full access. Just the tip of it. I look to see what and where everything is for assurance and then move back. Your clit fully exposed and the tip of my tongue working all areas of it. Once section at a time. My lips now come closer and briefly take you clit between them. Releasing again and working my tongue over it with broad, flat strokes. A slight probe with the oral appendage into you to get the full flavor of you and find how wet you are becoming. Now fully engaged in the activity my mouth descends on your love button fully. Sucking it in and clenching it slightly. Inside my mouth the tip of my tongue patters across the top of it. Held in place for a moment. One hand is suddenly freed up. Unwrapping my arm and now reaching beneath my own chin I slide a finger inside you. Tip upward seeking your spot. It is there and just becoming more open to such attentions. Slow strokes in and out of you while I continue the oral pleasure delivery – long strokes of tongue now matching the finger sliding in and out of you. You reach yourself for added entertainment. One hand still bracing you in a leaned-back position the other now reaching for your own breast. You squeeze and rub on nipple while my ministrations between your legs continue. I can feel inside you that you are gathering steam toward some pleasure despite the arrival mood. Your hand moves from your breast to my head and encourages me as I work your lips, your clit and your opening fully. The pleasure begins to mount slightly. As for me, I am hard and wanting but this is for you. Just as the activity seems to be reaching time for another movement toward penetration I move away from your pussy slowly. Down along your thighs again as I sit first on my haunches then stand again. Your first anticipation is to sit up directly thinking I will now offer my member for your own activity. Instead I hold your hand and urge you upward again – to stand. To kiss and share with you your own flavors still lingering on my lips and tongue. We turn and I sit now. Your anticipation remains as it was and you begin to kneel. My guidance stops you. You are following a dance lead with new steps. I push myself farther back onto the bed now. Back against the headboard, legs extended. My erection having to be re-arranged to account for the binding of the underwear in this seated position. Taking you hand I guide you to me. Still following my lead I encourage you to lie across my lap. Face down. Your hips just shy of my own. "Get comfortable," I ask. Affording yourself the opportunity of a pillow to rest your arms and head on, you comply. Spreading your legs I readdress my hands to the inner thighs of yours. Then along your ass caressing and holding and then. .... Running my fingers back between your legs the palm of my hand over your pussy and onto your ass my fingertips once more open and expose that luscious small mound of sensitive flesh. Slow strokes over it, then quick ones across the top of it. Occasionally slipping inside you to draw more of your self-lubrication. Your breathing increases and I wonder if it is due in some small way to the pressure of a now fully engorged penis pressing into your belly. As you feel the heat build the time has come for the balance of the play. I slip my hand back a bit and turn it. The palm of my hand now pressed against your clit. My thumb entering you. Finding that spot of yours in earnest now. Less delicate strokes across that spot. Careful notation of the sensations being sent by you indicates that there is a small swelling there now. With fully pressure I engage your spot with the head of my thumb. Rubbing it now while clutching your lips and pressing onto your clit. A bit more pressure on your inner spot rubbing it harder now. You can feel the pressure building inside you. Taking you closer to the edge. Roaming around the spot over and over then across it again and again the mounting passion has overtaken you fully. Your hips reflex against the pressure but not in resistance merely at the intensity of it. Soon you release your fullest climax as you buck slightly against my hand and moan of the passion emerging. I allow you to finish and stop the direct application. Merely fingering your clit again. However this lasts no more than 30 seconds or so when you find that you are penetrated again. With precision onto your spot once more. Driving you hard and wild again over the edge so quickly this time. After the fourth round of these attentions your orgasmic sounds have taken on full voice and still they come. Come round eight you are nearing a physical exhaustion that far surpasses your original mental letdown when you first arrived. After a tenth full release you ask gently for respite but the timing between strokes inside you only shortens by half. You are wet beyond capabilities your juices pooling on the bed and soaking one side of my still in-place underwear. At last all of your mental capacity has been devoted to anything other than what you brought into the room that afternoon. My hands now move back to tenderness. Fingering your inner thighs at just the right point and swirling delicate circles to prolong at a much lower level that fourteenth and last release. Your skin is aglow with passion and you are now physically spent. After some more tender touches and admiration through tactile stimulation of each square inch of your ass and back I slip from beneath you and roll you over to lie next to me. Kissing you tenderly yet with passion I explain: "You looked as though you'd had a rough day." Your smile tells me you have moved well past that point. "Just think though, " I continue, "how bad the maid is going to have it when she tries to pull up that wet mess over there." A grin, a chuckle and our afternoon drifts further on. Without boredom. All For You Today, my Master has ordered me to edge myself for ten minutes straight if I can use the toy - and twenty minutes straight if I have to use my hand, since it's less intense than the toy. During that whole time I'm to think about what she's already told me she's going to do to me on Friday during our date - tie me down over a stack of cushions, fuck me in the ass, and force me to cum without permission, using either the toy or - god help me - her wand. Oh, god. What have I got myself into? Of course I will do as she orders. I always do, to the best of my ability. But I will probably have to do it in the bathroom, where my partner won't be a witness to it. Not because I want to hide it from him, but because what my Master orders me to do is between me and her. I will have to sit there on the toilet for twenty minutes by my stopwatch, keeping myself on the edge but not cumming. Oh, god. I'm hard and horny just thinking about doing it. What am I doing? Is this really my life? Am I really an owned slave in the way I always longed to be? I'm writing this while sitting in my office and wondering what else she might do to me. A plug? A dildo? Maybe a cock gag or clamps in painful places. Maybe... oh god, she wouldn't make me wear a plug outside of the safety of my home, would she? Of course she would. That's who she is. My ass is clenching and my cock is jumping, just thinking of it. I'm sitting here with my legs open so that I don't close them tightly and stimulate myself more. I keep imagining it already - being tied down, ass up, cock exposed because of course she'll have tied my legs as far apart as they can be spread, a pillow or two under my head but my chest exposed and available for clamps or whatever else she wants to do to me... and then the beginning of the scene. I can feel her fingers stroking down my cock, pulling lightly on my balls, and then up into my ass crack. Pressing at my asshole, coaxing it to relax, while I force myself to relax the rest of me, blindfolded, gagged with a cock gag that forces me to suck like a good cocksucker should, pressing my tongue down to the side. I moan into the gag as her fingers return with lube spread on them, and jump as the cold lube trickles down my crack to fill my puckered asshole. She draws a plug down my back, and I try desperately to gauge its length and thickness, but I can't. Then she places its tip into my hole and begins to press. Oh, god. Oh god! Oh god!! It is relentless - she is relentless - she's pressing it deeper and deeper into me and still it's getting bigger and bigger. Oh, god, couldn't she have fucked me first, to stretch me? Is this her intent, to make me feel just how huge this plug is? I scream into the gag, but I do not spread my hands in our "safe signal." This is hard and it's scary and I feel so violated, but I asked for this, I fantasized this. I want this. I feel her hand caressing my flank as she pushes, pushes, pushes... my ass spreading wider and wider as I remember to bear down on the plug to open myself further. Suddenly, I feel it slide quickly, just a short distance, and then my stretched asshole clamps around the relatively narrow neck. The base, a wide rectangle, is rotated until it rests between my cheeks, keeping them parted. I begin to sob with relief that now it's in - the worst is over until it comes out later, whenever "later" is. She chuckles low in her throat and leans in to whisper in my ear, "There's my good slut. My Laddie-buck." Conditioned to the word, I buck my hips, and the plug shifts deliciously, painfully, torturously in my ass. I moan again, and she slaps my ass, making me jerk again. "You will not cum, slut. Do you understand?" I moan into the gag, nodding my head against the steel collar constraining my neck. Of course I will not cum. My orgasms belong to her when we are in scene. I know that. She draws a heavy paddle down my lower back, resting it on my ass, over the base of the plug. "You have been good, but you need to be punished for your rebellious thoughts when I ordered you to edge yourself on Wednesday. You must remember that my needs are always your focus, not your needs. My needs, laddie, not yours. You will remember it by the time we are done here, because you will be marked with the stripes of my punishment." I moan again, knowing it to be true. I should not have focused on my body's raging need to cum - and I have not cum since Monday night - but on her need to control me and know that I am hers. That is the point - her need, not mine. And instead of focusing on that, my own mental babble during that interminable twenty minutes was "god I need to cum I need to cum please let me cum, it hurts, I need it, I'm so horny," instead of what it should have been, "thank you, Master, for allowing me to edge myself; thank you, Master, for allowing me to touch myself at all; thank you, Master, for allowing me this sublime and needed torture for your pleasure." I steel myself to the coming beating and do my best to remember over and over that my response to every stroke must be "Thank you Master," not "ow, that hurts!" The first stroke lands harder than I am prepared for. I remind myself that this is a punishment, and clench my hands tightly, determined not to safeword for anything less than a panic attack. The blows rain down on my exposed ass, connecting with the base of the plug every time, and fucking me on it. Oh god, thank you, Master. My cock twitches and throbs, as hard as I've ever felt it, and the tips of my nipples sting in anticipation of what she might do to them if she thinks of it. I remember the scene she started to tell me about once, with the bit between my teeth and me on my hands and knees and all those threads tied to all those clamps and to the bit... and then I suck harder on the cock to remind myself that she could still do that, and to be grateful that this is just a beating. Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master. She hits me harder, the whack of the paddle so loud that it rings in the room. I'm sobbing into the gag and my tears are wetting the padded inside of the blindfold, but I still hold on to the important thought: Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master... She stops and her hand suddenly probes between my legs, stroking my incredibly hard cock. I gasp in spite of myself, sucking in air through my nostrils, tensing up as her fingers manipulate its hard, reddened head. "That's my good slave. My good slut. Don't you dare cum, laddie." "Mmmoh, Mm-mrrr," I mumble around the cock in my mouth. She understands my words - "No, Master," - and continues to stimulate me, my hips jerking uncontrollably as she does. Just at the moment when I'm sure I'll be forced to break my promise - unthinkable! - she removes her hand and allows me to simply buck against the ropes, the plug shifting in my ass, my cock waving in the air at nothing. I realize what I'm doing and hold myself suddenly still, forcing myself to relax, to bring my cock down to something less than agonizingly close, and breathe slowly through my nose to try to get something like self-control back. She doesn't allow me the time to do that. Suddenly, the crop snaps across my thighs, and I scream into the gag. God, I hate the crop! But... Thank you, Master, for allowing me this pain. At least she hasn't gone for the already-bruised buttocks... no, stop that thought now, slave. Think about Master. Thank you, Master, for this pain, no matter where you inflict it. All for you, Master. All for you. I'm sobbing uncontrollably by the time she finishes, and my legs are striped like fine corduroy, ridged and welted from sweet spot to knees. I pant through my nostrils as she caresses my bruised ass and welted legs, trying so hard to make her proud of me. She leans down into my ear again. "Good boy. Good Laddie-buck." My hips jerk automatically at the phrase, and I cry out into the gag, as my cock jumps back to hardness with the shifting of the plug in my ass. Even as I force myself to remember to thank her in my mind, my legs try to close to just... get... a little... more... stimulation.... Then I freeze again, and sternly remind myself that that is NOT what she ordered. I must be a good boy even if I feel like it's going to make me crazy, because she owns my orgasms, not me. Not now, not ever again. They are hers for my life when I am with her. Her hands probe me again, fingering just the tip of my cock, and I moan in ecstasy and agony. She knows how to read me well enough by now to bring me to the edge again and then let me hang there in mid-air, hips held still by force of will. But I do not cum. She lets me hang there for a few minutes, her hands gentling me like a good horsewoman with a fine steed, before she disappears again. I am floating alone in the world, unable to see, unable to move, spread-eagled and helpless, desperately in need of cumming... and I do not mind it because it is all for her, as it should be. I float in the void, smelling wet leather and sex, and try to relax and accept whatever is coming next. Her hands on the plug, some indeterminate time later shock me. What is she doing? Shouldn't this be inside me for the whole scene? I moan again as she pulls it from my ass, my ring stretching and on fire as she finally gets the large part of the plug past my sphincter and then out. She leaves the room for a moment and I hear water running. I worry that she's going to put an enema in me - something I have a soft limit about - but she comes back with something far more diabolical. Of course, I don't quite realize what it is at first, but then the fresh lube on my opened ass tells me I'm not going to remain unplugged for long. I feel cold steel entering my ass, a round shape and then a long, smooth cylinder. It's far narrower than the plug or even the dildo she usually uses on me. Then I feel the cool length of the rest of the anal hook lying between my ass cheeks, and on my tailbone. She takes my head by the hair and pulls it up until I'm facing straight forward, and pulls out the cock gag. I work my jaw for just a moment, and then I feel a wooden rod placed between my teeth. Oh, god. Oh no! I know what's coming now. Sure enough, the ties on either end of the rod are pulled back, back, until my mouth is forced open by the wooden bit, and then I feel her fiddling with them. When I try to lower my head a little bit, she slaps me, hard, on my already-bruised ass, and commands me to stop at once. I do, freezing in place, feeling her tie the slim cords to the end of the anal hook and pull on them until my head is held upright and there is a steady pressure in my ass. I know her plan. Every time she hits or stimulates me, if I move my head, I will fuck myself for her with the hook. Oh, god... oh god! I'm already drooling as the bit pulls at the sides of my mouth, and I wonder how I must look to her, tied as I am, helpless and penetrated and welted and bruised. She leans down to my ear once more. "Time to be edged, slut. If you cum, I will punish you severely." And then a vibrator I've never felt before is pressed to the head of my cock, and I scream as it stimulates me to a point where I cannot control it. I know she likes to force me to cum without permission, but oh god, she's said that I better not cum, but I want it, but she said no, but it hurts, and I want it, and it hurts, and - No, wait - Thank you, Master, for torturing me for your pleasure. Thank you, Master, for using me for your enjoyment. Oh god, thank you, Master, but please, please, it shreds me when you don't give me permission or command, oh god, for your pleasure, thank you Master... I cannot help jerking my head, like a maddened horse, and the stimulation of the anal hook riding up and down inside my ass just causes me to buck my hips, which further stimulates my cock against the horrible vibrating toy. I moan against the bit, feeling every pulse of the vibrator as a separate hard stimulation, and grasp the ropes extending from my wrist cuffs to force myself to endure it. I will NOT cum, I tell myself, and I will NOT safe-signal. I will NOT. I will NOT... oh god, thank you Master, thank you, Master... The agonizing ecstasy never seems to slow. She knows just how to back off and keep me riding the edge without climax. Every time I think I'm going over, the vibration disappears, leaving my twitching cock hanging in empty space. I try to hold myself still but find myself fucking my own ass with the jerking of my head, and just as the agony/ecstasy recedes to a nearly manageable place, the vibration begins again. I don't know how many times she does this to me but each time is worse/better than the last. I hold on to that thought, "Thank you, Master," for dear life as she teases, tortures, edges me over and over and over again. Then, suddenly, it stops and the vibrator is taken away. "Laddie-buck," comes her voice, and my instinctive reaction, moving the hook in my ass. I cry out as it does. "Laddie," she amends her next address. "We are almost done. You have taken your punishment well. Now you may earn a reward." As she speaks, I feel her locking new cuffs around my welted thighs, with a bar between them to keep me spread, and a similar, longer bar between my ankles. She releases the carabiners holding my ankle cuffs to the ropes, and then releases my wrists, locking them together in front of me. She pushes the blindfold up on my head, and I blink even in the dim light as my tear-reddened eyes adjust. "Come to the chair, Laddie. Crawl to me. You may yet earn a reward." She moves away and I hear her sit in the large armchair across the room from the bed. I turn myself awkwardly on the bed, very aware of the hook in my ass and the bit in my mouth, and ease myself down onto the floor, first my hands, then one knee, then the other. I hitch myself across the room to her. The floor has never seemed so wide. She has placed her knees on either arm of the chair, spreading herself. Her muslin skirt falls to either side of her, and her breasts draw me close, their dusky nipples hard and ready. She is holding two clover clamps in her hands, and there are two more on the table beside her. I freeze for a moment, seeing them, and then, resigned to my fate, I hitch myself so that I am kneeling between her spread legs, gazing down at the glory of her cunt. "Kneel up, Laddie." I do, and she affixes two of the clamps to my nipples and two more to my balls, tying them together with thin cords that I had not seen before. She tugs on them and I moan - oh god, the pain! She smiles, satisfied, and takes the bit from my teeth, jostling the hook in my ass. "Don't move, now," she warns, as she removes the ties from the bit and re-ties them to the collar around my neck, tighter now, pulling the hook into me again. She then loops the other cords around her hand and holds them, so that there is always tension on my balls and my nipples. I moan, but now that my mouth is free, it is obvious what she wants me to do. I lower my mouth to her open slit and drag my tongue from its base to its top, reveling in the taste of her juices. I find her clit and begin to stimulate it with my tongue in the way she has trained me - spelling out a particular word over and over and over with the tip of my tongue, balancing on my bound hands and knees before her, every motion of my head fucking me in the ass with that hook, and her hands jerking on the cords connected to my clamps. I do my best to focus only on her, as my mouth works on her cunt, trying to make her cum and cover my face with her juices. She clamps her legs around my head, wrapping her free hand in my hair and forcing me down even harder than I was already moving, tightening the cords in her hand so that I nearly scream into her cunt. At the vibration from my voice, she suddenly cums so hard that I am knocked off-balance, held upright on my knees only by her suddenly clenched legs on either side of my head. I gasp for breath but continue to work my tongue against her slit, for all I'm worth, fucking her hole with it and moaning into her slit. My nose brushes against her clit as I work my way up and down her cunt, trying to lick up every drop of her juices, and just from that touch, she cums again. Her voice reaches a crescendo and the pain from the clamps is nearly intolerable, when she suddenly lets go of the cords and my hair and slumps in the seat, her cunt visibly twitching. I lap up every drop of her juices, making sure to clean her with my tongue, and then simply kneel between her relaxing legs, waiting for her to give me further orders. After a time, she does. My face is smeared with her juices and I am still horny as fuck, but it is all for her, and now I know it. Thank you, Master, for allowing me to give you this pleasure. Thank you for honoring me with the juice of your hot, wet slit. It is all for her. She sits up, removing her legs from my back, and smooths her skirt down. You would never know she is naked under it. She rises from the chair in one smooth motion. "Place your head on the chair, slave." I inch forward and do so. "Your arms, too. Rest your head on your arms." I do, feeling the hook shift in my ass. She reaches under me and gathers the cords. "And now, your reward, slut. You will cum on my command." A bolt of elation shoots through me at her words. I feel her pull on the cords from behind, and at the same time the pain begins to build, the vibrator is back on my cock, pressed hard and unrelentingly to the tip. I begin to buck uncontrollably, feeling the hook in my ass and the clamps pulling my nipples and balls, but the feeling of agony/ecstasy from the vibrator is more intense than either of those sensations. I cry out against my arm as I hear the blessed command: "Cum for me, fucktoy! Cum for me, you slut!" and my hips begin to jerk again, this time in a rhythm of their own, as my cock trembles and jerks and my body floods with the sweet golden sensation of finally, finally cumming. It feels so good, so good, and then it turns painful - the agony I must pay for the ecstasy she grants me. Oh god, I knew this was going to happen, but I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to think about the payment I have to make for every orgasm. My cock, now completely overstimulated, jerks against the vibrator and I scream again and again into my arms. She chuckles low in her throat, and I know that despite the pain, I have pleased her greatly. All for you, Master. ALL for you. Thank you for the pain. She finally turns off the vibrator after making sure I've paid for my orgasm with several minutes of overstimulation post-orgasm, and I am limp and pliable when she turns me to face her. I drop my face to her boots and kiss them with abandon, not caring how degrading it is - welcoming it, for it is all for her. She pats my head. "That's my good laddie-buck." My hips buck again - oh, thank you, Master! - and I kneel before her, knowing that this is my place. I am hers. All for her. Always. Thank you, Master. All for you.