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This is a continuation of a fantasy I have been writing about my Dom and I. This still isn’t complete but I wondered I would distribute the next segment! Look at my other posts for the lovely slow create up of part 1. Thanks for reading <3 please opinion if you have anything nice to say or advice! This is my first erotica that I’m sharing…..
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*names changed*
Sub: cis female 28 years old, sub/masochist
Dom: cis male 44 years old, dom/disciplinarian/saddist
“Now turn around and kiss me.”
I turn around to kiss you but you forcefully push me up against the wall, gripping my shoulders, fingers digging roughly into my skin pinning my hands down by my sides.
“Actually I’ve changed my mind, You don’t get a kiss.”
I see the challenge in your eyes. I try to pull my arms free and twist my body out from your grip. A slight smile twitches across your face,
“You’re going to have to try harder than that Claire.”
I furrow my brow in frustration and try to escape your hold by dropping. I manage to slip out of your hands but you grab my shirt and your other hand is back in my hair stopping me from getting any further away.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I reach out and wrap my arms around your legs trying to knock you down onto the floor with me, but you yank on my hair causing me to whimper in pain and fall backwards onto my butt. My efforts return to trying to pull your hand out of my hair.
“I thought you liked having your hair pulled? I thought you were a good slut?”
You spit into my face and shove me to the floor. I catch myself with my hands but before I can push myself back up, you are behind me, legs on either side of me, hands pushing down my shoulders. I try to push myself up again but you are sitting on my back, legs straddling me and the full weight of your body is keeping me pinned to the ground.
“Get off of me! Let me go!”
I’ve finally managed to articulate some words.
You laugh at me,
“No. I like you like this.”
I feel your hand on the back of my thigh and then you scratch your fingernails into my soft skin. I begin to wildly kick my feet, your hand has reached the edge of my skirt. You push my skirt up, exposing my ass and I feel your fingers dig into my ass cheeks. I feel your hand stop and then it’s gone. Seconds later your palm connects with my ass sending jolts of stinging pain. I can’t help but let out a moan of pleasure.
“Oh you like that? You want to be hurt?”
You slap my ass again, even harder than before. And then again and again. I yelp in pain and try to squirm my way out from under you. I usually love spanking but you are trying to hurt me this time, and it’s working. I feel trapped and my skin is on fire. Tears begin to well in my eyes and I feel myself losing my fight. You stop and you gently brush the hair out of my face. “Get up now.”
I stand up wearily, make up tear streaked, clothes disarrayed.
I step backwards, trying to build a space between us. Trying to understand what I’m supposed to do next… you take benefit of my uncertainty and grab me, shoving me onto the bed. I try to crawl across the bed to get away but you grab my legs and pull me back towards you. You easily flip me over so that I’m facing you and you climb on top of me, wrestling me onto my back. Using your hands to hold my arms down on the bed. I’m pleading with you now,
“No, No. Please stop!”
“I thought you told me you’re my fuck toy? That I can use you however I want, whenever I want. Stay still so I can fuck you.”
You let go of one of my hands and I try to push you off, but your hand goes over my face again and I feel myself begin to panic. I was already breathing heavily from adrenaline and physical exertion and now I can’t breath at all. I begin to thrash and try to scratch your arms holding me. You bend towards me and say in a stern but calm voice,
“I will let go if you lay still while I tie you up. If you try to fight me while I tie you, you are going to regret that choice.”
I lock eyes with you and drop my hands. You take your hands off my face and I gulp air and let out a sob simultaneously. I’m feeling overcome with emotions, but I want to continue. I know I can safeword at any time, but this is the feeling I wanted. I wanted to be scared, to be overwhelmed, to lose my senses. Still on top of me you reach over and pull a bundle of ropes I hadn’t noticed before from on top of the pillows.
“Give me your hands.”
Tears still in my eyes, I put my hands in front of you, waiting to see what happens next. You quickly and deftly tie cuffs around my wrists and climb off of me. You pull the rope towards you pulling me up out of the bed. You instruct me to put my hands up and behind my head in bunny ear position. It’s oddly quiet now, except for my occasional sniffles and the sounds of the rope ends dragging on the floor while you work, deftly wrapping the ropes around my chest and back, creating a tight harness that leaves me completely vulnerable to you. You walk around me inspecting your work, gently and softly adjusting the ropes, making sure none of them are crossed or twisted. You finish the harness and step back, looking at your work. My breathing has begun to regulate and I close my eyes for a moment to steady myself. When I open my eyes you have something in your hand. It takes a moment for my confused mind to realize you are holding a pocket knife. My eyes widen and I step back from you, my instincts screaming run, but my brain keeps reminding me that it’s a game.
“I told you to stay still. You’re really going to want to stay very still now.”
You step towards me and walk behind me so that your body is pressed against my back and you are whispering into my ear,
“you’re mine now.”
You kiss my neck and drag the blunt side of the knife down the front of my body, over my breasts and down to the waistband of my skirt. You lower the knife down to my thigh and slowly drag it upwards using it to push my skirt up, slowly creeping towards my pussy. You use your other hand to unzip my skirt and then push it down to the floor. You walk around to the front of me and slowly kneel down in front of me. Still holding the knife in your hand you look into my eyes and bury your face into my pussy. I can feel your tongue working my clit through my panties, they are getting damper and damper, and despite my fear I can’t help but moan and grind myself into your hungry mouth. You stop and sit back looking at me,
“God you’re so wet and desperate for me, aren’t you? Do you want these off now?”
“Yes please….”
I cast my eyes downward but not towards you. I feel ashamed, horny and scared. But you’re right, I am desperate for your cock. You lift the knife up so slowly and carefully slide the tip of it under the top edge of my panties, you turn the knife and slice through my panties. I nearly orgasm right there from the lust, anticipation, fear… all at once. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding,
“fuck….”
You stand up and you start cutting my shirt, being careful not to cut my skin or knick any of your ropes. The parts you can’t cut you start to rip with your hands until my bra is exposed and my shirt is in tatters. You pull my breast out of my bra and put my nipple in your mouth, gently sucking, then I feel your teeth close around my nipple and the pressure grows steadily stronger. I want to pull away but at the same moment the pain in my nipple becomes almost unbearable, your hand finds it’s way to my pussy. One of your fingers slides between my labia stealing some of the wetness from inside me and you drag it up and over my clit, causing my knees to buckle and my heart to race again.
“I bet you would like it if I fucked your pussy, wouldn’t you? You’re such a slut. I hurt you, I scare you, I disrespect you and you’re still wet for me. But I don’t think you should get what you want.”
You slide one finger into me and slowly push it in and out. You push your finger in and stop, and look up into my eyes. You slowly pull your finger out, and bring it up to my mouth, you push your finger into my mouth and make me suck off my own juices. You push another finger into my mouth and make me suck your fingers while you unbutton your pants. Your hands turn my shoulders away from you and shove me towards the bed. I can’t catch myself with my hands tied, so I fall forward and land face down into the mattress still half standing, body bent over the edge of the bed. I try to turn my face so I can see you behind me, your hand comes into view and you reach down to touch my face. You move my hair out of my face and shove my wet, destroyed panties into my mouth. You keep pushing them in until they are fully in my mouth and the only sound I can make is muffled protests. You smack your cock on my wet pussy and I push my hips back in response. I want your cock in me so badly, I make a whining noise and try to push myself into you. You rub your cock up and down my pussy, just barely parting my lips, causing me to writhe with desperation. I feel you line the head of your cock up with my vaginal opening. You push just firm enough to begin to enter the tip of your cock. I can feel your thickness and warmth… so close to going in. I try so hard to push my hips back and have you inside me, but you stop me. You hold on to my hips and stop me from pushing back. “Bad girl. You know you can’t have that.”
You grab your cock and rub it quickly up and down on my pussy teasing my entrance and I lose all control and start to squirt all over you. Waves of pleasure roll over me. I try to cry out in pleasure but the panties gagging my mouth prevent me from doing that. Well, I do it, but it’s muffled.
I feel you begin rubbing your hard, wet, cock between my ass cheeks. You lay down on top of my back pushing me into the mattress and grinding your hard cock into my body. You grab my hair and turn my head sideways so I can see your face. “Your ass is also mine”
You stand up and I hear you opening a condom. You use your hands to separate my ass cheeks and spit onto my asshole. I feel you push a finger into my ass, I try to relax my body to accommodate the intrusion. Which, I may add, is easier said than done in my current state of arousal and heightened emotions.
“Because I’m feeling nice right now, I will use lube. What do you say?”
I try to say thank you, but with my panties gagging me it comes out unintelligible.
You pull out your finger and walk over to the side table, and pull out the bottle of lube.
I’m not sure I can take your cock without any warm up. I begin to get nervous but before I can even start to think how I would express this to you, I feel the cold lube dripping down my ass to my pussy, and then the head of your thick cock being pushed into my tight asshole.
NSFW: yes
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