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I was breathing hard, as hard as I could with the gag biting into my lip. I could feel the table’s cold leather beneath my back, pressing the flesh where the straps bound my thighs and ankles. My arms were raised above me, my legs splayed open, vulnerable and exposed.I had wanted this, right?Damn, I had begged him for this. “Please Daddy,” I could still remember the desperation in my voice. “Take me further,” I had said. This man owned me. Owned me in a way no man had ever come close to. Usually, he was so caring, attentive, looking after my every need. But he knew. Hell, we both knew… there was a darkness in my soul, something unknown, hovering just below the surface, something dark and primal that I had been too frightened to look at for more than just a fleeting moment. Until now.I knew he was there, I could feel his presence, hear the slight catch in his breathing but I couldn’t see him, for the mask that I wore cut out all possible light. I heard his footsteps now as he slowly circled the chair, the spikes of his cowboy boots clicking on the tiled floor. He came no closer and time slowed for me, slowed to the beat of a pulsing heart, to the throb of an aching need. The world turned on its axis and still, I was here, bound, gagged and splayed for his pleasure.My mind turned in on itself. What was he going to do? The thrill of the unknown sent a tremor coursing through me and then the air parted softly as the leather tip of a riding crop met the soft skin of my belly caressing it gently. That first touch jolted my nervous system, firing synapses. As the crop was dragged along my flesh, my breasts hardened and puckered at the leather’s soft kiss, it circled and teased for what seemed like an eternity. I felt my wetness grow and I tried to arch my back in a desperate attempt to direct the crop downwards towards by aching sex, but the leather cuffs allowed no resistance. I received a tap with the crop for my trouble, a delicious sting of pain mingling with the sweet pleasure of anticipation.The crop trailed down my inner thighs to my toes, my sex was molten fire and as the crop returned its journey, I desperately wanted to thrust my hips forward, to welcome the crop to my desperate pussy, but it almanbahis şikayet continued up my body, past my neck, moving gently over my full, red lips. Then stopped.I waited.Quiet ensued, I could hear no movement and the air was motionless; still and timeless as I strained to listen but all I could hear was the pounding of my heart. I felt my wetness drip, trickling down between the cheeks of my ass. Time stood still, an eternity since the leather tip crossed my mouth.Did I do something wrong? Anticipation knocked against my ribs. Simultaneously, I heard and felt the sharp crack as the crop struck sharply at my left nipple, the sound of the leather echoing as pain rippled through me, the sting, the burn of my flesh made my throat open in a scream only to be muffled by the ball of the gag in my mouth. I breathed in through my nose in an attempt to dull the pain, manage it in some way. Seconds later, my right nipple was struck with the same intensity.  “Fuck,” my mind screamed and was in freefall as it grasped at nothing that could save it from this onslaught. Bound, gagged and blindfolded; I was going nowhere. Even my screams were bound from escape. But this is what I wanted, wasn’t it? My mind attempted to process this information as the air in the room felt thick and heavy.Silence.I tried to focus on my breathing, my heart pounded in my chest, breath ragged. Fear’s icy leather gloves squeezed at my guts, I tried to cry out, “Daddy where are you?” When the silence was finally broken, his voice had a darkness to it. “What? I am sorry I did not hear you, speak up.” My left nipple was struck hard, I tried to twist and buck in the chair. “What is this?” I just had time to process what he has said as the crop struck my right nipple again. My cries were muffled as I feel the tip of the crop rest on my belly followed by silence. Where would the next blow come? Fear and exhilaration pounded through me, my nipples stung as I began to feel a welt rising but to my surprise I feel my wetness grow, seeping between my legs in a hot, feverous rush.Breathe, I reminded myself. My body flinched as I felt his touch, but this was gentle, not what I had expected, Mentally prepared for more pain I was surprised almanbahis canlı casino to feel his firm fingers running through my wet lips with the lightest of touches then in over my clit, “Mmmm,” a soft, slow murmur escaped his lips, “so my little slut likes pain I see?” I felt the lightest of taps from the crop across my belly. “I did not know that Master’s little slut enjoyed such attention or I would have brought you these sensations before.” Those words make my mind race, “slut,” and “Master.” Words I never before heard him say before but they rang as true and pure as a crystal bell and at that moment, I knew, I saw the truth. Master had always been with me, hidden in shadows of my heart. Hold on to him tight, Baby Girl, I said to myself as my Master began tending to his wilful, little slut.He placed a hand just above my mound, then quickly slid a finger inside me, I grabbed hold desperate for his touch, he slid another finger inside. The feeling of those fingers inside my flooded cunt was such sweet relief, I needed to feel something inside of me, I was so close to cumming but when he slid his fingers out, they stayed out for what felt like minutes, my sex screamed for him, but the mounting orgasm fell back. Then, finally, he entered me again, in and out in a slow, delicious finger fuck before peeling back my folds to reveal the blossoming bud within. I groaned and a shiver of anticipation ran through me just before he and pinched my swollen clit, the pain travelled through my core but then was followed by three sweet, slow finger strokes from clit to cunt. After each stroke, the tip of his finger slid just inside me. I felt my orgasm swell and rise; I began to relax into it but then, just as the tide began to peak, pain exploded in my left breast with three hard strikes. As my body registered the shock and stinging pain, my right breast was also stuck three times. I felt the air part and heard the swish of the crop as he struck me just above the sex. Then a sharp blow met its mark between my open and vulnerable lips, striking my aching clit. To my horror, I came hard, my body convulsing, screaming into the gag as my sweet juices gushed forth. That exquisite sensation of pain and almanbahis casino pleasure finally gave me some release from the mounting tension and I rode out the orgasmic wave, lost to this room, the pain and myself as pleasure exploded, radiating an orgasmic fallout through my entire body. The aftershocks lingered but when I came back to myself I was met by quiet.A stillness had returned to the room, soft and menacing as my cum dripped and pooled onto the leather beneath me.His voice, hard-edged and cold was close by me. His whispers seeping through the darkness and into my ear, “Did I say you could cum, you fucking slut?” My mind raced for an apology, I wanted to beg for his forgiveness, shit I would have prostrated myself on the floor before his feet in apology if I could move. But I could not. “Sluts only cum when given permission,” he said, “and you are Master’s slut.”That word, so cheap and foul from anyone else’s mouth, but isn’t this is what I asked for?  This was what I had subconsciously craved and Daddy knew me well enough to know this. Everything he did was for me. I would never stand for anyone calling me a slut but tonight, from his lips, at his hand; I embrace the new title and role. “I am Masters slut,” I said simply to myself.However as the silence folded itself around me once more, the fear returned, creeping in through the cracks in my mind. I knew my Master would and must punish me for cumming without permission. Hell, even Daddy would spank me for that, but I had a feeling Master was more intolerant than Daddy.So when fingers began to glide through my creamy folds, I was surprised yet again. “Mmm, a shame to waste this,” words like honey, soft and sweet. Master’s firm hands wrapped around my thighs, spreading me wider, pulling my thighs harder into the table. His tongue, quick and nimble began to lick at my folds, devouring my cum. My clit, still engorged, quivered in ecstasy at the delicate flicks and licks it received. My orgasm was explosive, it came so quickly. As Master’s tongue sucked at my sex, devouring it, I became feather and air, rising into the pleasure, pushing the pain away. But Master wasn’t finished, as I was cumming he dug deeper, his tongue in my cunt licking my core then back to my clit as his three fingers rammed into me, pushing in, stretching my sex until I came again, quick and hard, quivering in a pool of my own nectar.“I see you have not learned a damn thing, my slut,” anger resonated around the room.

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