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curious2xplore -> exploration (11/25/2013 3:24:32 PM)
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I walk into Master’s house and put my bags down near the door. I start to take off my coat and he steps out around the corner and before I can say anything he puts the ballgag in my mouth. My arms still in the sleeves of my coat - half off and I hear the click of the lock on the gag’s buckle.
He turns me around and pushes me up against the wall and pulls my coat off the rest of the way. As instructed I’m wearing a snug thin cotton t shirt with no bra and a short skirt with no panties. He quickly cuffs my hands behind my back. He orders me to stand still while he cuffs my ankles together. There’s just enough chain to take small steps.
He looks at me and tells me “we’re going to try something new.” I’m more than a little nervous. We’d been talking about a lot of things. All of which sound great in theory but now I’m wondering if I’m up to it. He leads me into the living room and pushes me down to my knees. “You ready?” He asks. I take a deep breath and nod. Knowing that my limits will be seriously pushed. “Good girl” comes the response.
My collar goes around my neck and the lock clicks in place. I can hear him locking the front door and moving around a bit in the front room. He comes back and attaches a short length of chain to the collar and the to a ring in the floor, keeping my face inches from the floor. Another chain goes from my ankle chain to the same ring keeping me on my knees with my ass in the air. The chain between my wrists also gets attached to my collar, pulling my hands up out of the way. I know what this means. I’m wet and scared and excited all at once. Glad that the front of the collar is being pulled forward so the weight of my hands doesn’t choke me too much.
I hear him moving around behind me. I can’t turn my head to see what he’s doing. I know my ass is peeking out from under my skirt. I hear a metallic click and he’s using a knife to cut away my skirt and top, leaving me naked before him. He walks around me, inspecting me. His hand brushes over my pussy to make sure I’m shaved clean as instructed. He reaches around to pinch at my pierced nipples, giving them a couple hard tweaks then he settles on the couch and puts his feet up on my ass. He likes using me as a footrest. “Today is for me baby”, he says. “My pleasure. You may not like it. You will not cum. This is punishment. Your pain and my pleasure. Do you understand?.” I nod, feeling real fear creep into my belly. After a while he takes his feet down and I feel something cool tracing across my ass and back. Suddenly its brought down hard on my ass. It’s the crop.
Over and over the hated thing smacks my soft skin. I jerk and squirm trying to get out of its way but I can barely move. I’m tied just loose enough to struggle the way he likes but not loose enough to do me any good. Finally, when I’m breathless and near tears he stops. He kneels down beside me and strokes my burning flesh. He whispers “you wanted me to make you cry didn’t you?” I nod weakly thinking maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. “You always complain that you wish you marked more don’t you?” Again I nod a bit, trying to catch my breath thinking “be careful what you wish for.” “I’m going to give you what you wanted baby.” Again he stands and starts to drag the cane across my back. Teasing it between my ass cheeks. I’m so wet. My pussy is aching for touch. I wiggle against the crop trying hard to get it where I want it to ease some of the ache. “No no girl” he says. And I hear it whooshing through the air an instant before it comes down on my skin. I know immediately there will be a welt. Again and again it slices into me. All over my ass. My back. My feet. Even between my ass cheeks stinging the tender forbidden flesh of my asshole then harder on my cheeks and thighs. I’m exhausted from struggling. I hurt where I’ve pulled against the restraints. My knees ache from the floor despite the blanket cushioning them. Face is wet with tears. I can feel my pussy dripping down the inside of my thighs and even onto my feet. My back ,thighs and ass are on fire. I wonder even through my sobs how this could be turning me on so much. He starts stroking my hair and my reddened skin. Talking softly. At this point I can’t really focus on what he’s saying but the sound of his voice is soothing. Just when I start to get my breath I feel the flogger start in. The rough suede feels like razors against the already abused skin. It doesn’t take long and I’m squirming and pulling against the restraints and sobbing again. Just when I think I can’t take any more he kneels behind me and tells me “be still now girl. Just relax while I fuck you”. His cock pushing its way into my pussy is a shock. I try to pull away but there’s no where to go. Its humiliating being used this way when I’m breathless and crying. Used for his pleasure when I’m so vulnerable and exposed. Even so his pounding into me is supremely satisfying. Just when I start to get into it he stops. He holds my hips firmly and drags Hus cock around between my lips. Up against my clit. I moan and try to press back against it and feel a hard slap on my ass. No! You do not get to cum girl. Remember? A frustrated sob behind my gag. ” you just sit still while I ass rape you” before I can register what he said I feel his cock sliding into my ass. I flinch and scream behind my gag. I involuntarily tighten and tense my ass. I’m not used to this and the pain of it makes me scream. “Relax baby” he says. ” just relax” I can’t. It hurts too much. I know my being tense makes it even tighter for him cause he starts pounding faster and harder which only makes it hurt more. He’s pulling me onto Hus cock with his hands digging into my hips and now and then by pulling me back onto him by my hair. Impaling me. Pounding me. It feels like he’s ripping me open. Screaming between sobs. When he finally cums inside my ass I’m limp. Exhausted. Frustrated. Sore. And there is not a doubt in my mind that I am completely and utterly His property. Just what I’d wished for
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