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Yes, Master

This story was inspired by a steamy, late-night conversation. Oh, the fun of BDSM (:
The rope he uses to bind me is scratchy, rough, and itchafes my skin. I cannot complain, though, for it would upset him. Luckily, he only loosely ties it to my skin.

My breasts are squeezed against my stomach, my hands tied to my ankles. I raise my head and see his thighs in front of me. Slowly, I see him get on his knees, and I meet his gaze.

His voice sounds harsh as he says, “Don’t look me in the eyes, you slut; I’m above you.”

I lower my head in shame and focus on his lips as I say, “I’m sorry Master.”

His lips curl in to a smile. A rough hand caresses my cheek, and his thumb rubs my chin. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you…” he trails off with a whisper.

I shiver, and I feel my body getting excited.

“You will be a good girl, yes? You will do what I tell you to?”

“Yes, Master,” I say obediently.

He smiles and kisses me. Hard, wet, lustful. I kiss him back, hungry for more. He laughs at my eagerness, mocking me. I bite my lip as desire spreads through my body.

Slowly, he rises off his knees, his thighs once again at my eye level. I raise my head slowly, trying to see more of him. He looks down at me, smirking. I am careful not to look at his eyes; instead I focus on every other feature.

He is fully unclothed. I spend most of my time marveling at his body; to be more exact, his arms. He has the sexiest arms. They look so strong.

My eyes move down to his hands; so big, so rough. I notice a whip in his right hand and my body trembles in excitement. Another laugh escapes him.

He walks around me, and my eyes follow him. I feel his hand smack across my butt, and I suck in my breath. He chuckles and spanks me harder. Pain tingles through my body and joins the pleasure, causing me to bite my lip.

I can hear the smirk in his voice as he asks, “Do you like this?”

I nod my head, and he spanks me harder.

“Talk to me,” he orders.

I inhale sharply and say, “Yes, yes, I love it.”

He chuckles. “Does it hurt?”

“No, Master, it feels good.”

“Well, I’ll just have to try harder, won’t I?” he teases.

I shiver and nod my head.

Suddenly, a lash of pain strikes my butt as he whips me. I jerk slightly and moan. He laughs and whips me harder. Fire now spreads through my cheeks, and I moan at the thrill it causes.

He dances the whip across my butt, teasing me now. He drags the tail between my lips and up my crack. I shudder. A wet tongue replaces the whip and I moan. Soft kisses trail from my clit to my lower back, and I start to relax. His tongue finds my clit and circles around it, caressing it softly. I sigh out, “Oh…” and my body becomes looser.

Without warning, he suddenly pulls away and brings the whip painfully across my back. I cry out. As painful as it is, my body shakes with excitement. I can feel the familiar heat in my vagina as I get wet.

Hands grope my ass and spread my cheeks apart. A shudder of excitement passes through my body at the thought of what might happen next.

Slowly, I feel the head of his dick expand my ass. I whimper at the discomfort and the enjoyment it gives me. Gently, he moves his head in, back and forth, back and forth. My breath turns shallow as I feel my desire coming out of me.

“Y-you should go further,” I stammer.

He pulls his head out and spanks me really hard, heat spreading through my body. “I decide what I should and shouldn’t do, slut,” he barks.

I cast my eyes to the floor and stutter, “I-I’m sorry, Master.”

He whips me once more and I groan. Oh, how I enjoy this! I feel his head rub up and down against my vagina, spreading my juices around. He slips inside, just his head. He shakes it inside me and I moan. It feels amazing.

“I want you…” I whisper.

He chuckled and pulled out. I whine, “Won’t you go back in, Master?”

He walks around in front of me again and lifts my head up by my hair. He looks down and says, “You’re talking too much,” and thrusts his dick in to my mouth. He pulls me closer to him, making me stumble a little. I close my mouth around it fully, tightly. “Suck on my dick, you little whore,” he orders.

I gladly obey, sucking his dick as hard as I can. My tongue is all over the place, trying to taste every part of him. He wraps his right arm around my legs, still grasping my hair with his left hand. He tilts my head back further and pushes his dick into my throat. I gag a little, but quickly regain my composure.

“Look me in the eyes as I fuck your throat, you little bitch,” he orders.

I look up, meeting his electric stare. Dangerous, daunting brown eyes meet my lustful blue-green ones. His thrusts inside my throat are rhythmic; in and out, in and out. I feel him go harder. I start to gag, and close my eyes.

A hard smack to the face makes me open them. “You won’t close my eyes unless I say so, slave.”

I nod my head. By now, I can feel my juices slipping out of me. I want to pleasure him. I want him inside me.

His grip tightens on my hair. I feel his nails dig in to my thighs. I try to gasp, but start gagging again. He slams my head toward him, pushing my nose against his stomach and my forehead in to his abdomen. His thrusts are starting to become uneven and unpredictable. My tongue is still rolling around, exploring him. I suck in my cheeks to make my mouth tighter for him.

“Smile for me. Show me you like it, you naughty girl,” he orders.

I do love it. I smile up at him and begin to gag again.

“When…I cum, you will…swallow it, do…you understand?” he grunts.

I nod my head, my body shaking in anticipation; I long to taste him.

With a final thrust of his hips, he starts to ejaculate. I choke as his hot, delicious cum slides down my throat. He stands still, leaving his dick in my mouth. He smiles as I cough, trying to catch my breath.

Slowly, he slides out, letting me breathe.

He pats my head like I am a puppy and says, “Good girl.”

I smile at his praise, thankful that I’ve pleased him. By now, I am shivering with desire.

He walks behind me again and runs one finger up my vagina. I shudder.

“You are wet,” he says, “That’s even better.

“You always make me wet, Master.”

He laughs at me and pulls his finger away. He pushes my back down, my stomach now touching my thighs and my breasts squeezed against my knees.

Two fingers find my clit and rub it softly. I stifle a moan by biting my lip. He spanks me hard, saying, “Don’t hold it in. Be loud. Show me you like it, you naughty, naughty girl.”

His words turn me on even more. “Yes, Master.”

Spreading my legs apart slightly, he begins to tease my clit. He twirls it with his fingers and pulls on it gently. I groan loudly, showing him my pleasure. His tongue slips between my lips, licking me softly. “Mmm,” I murmur.

He chuckles at my pleasure, and softly twists my clit. My breath quickens as my arousal grows. He pinches, pulls, and twirls my clit.

“Oh…” I moan.

His fingers trail up and find their way in to my vagina. He easily fits two, twisting them around. I gasp. Fingertips push the roof of my insides, making me cry out in pleasure. I feel him move to the side, his fingers still inside me. Painfully, blissfully, he whips my already-erected clit. A weird noise escapes, high-pitched and loud, almost a squeal. He laughs at me again, moving his fingers in and out of my vagina fast.

In one swift movement, his fingers come out of me, replaced with the head of his hard dick. He moves his hips back and forth slowly. His hands spread apart my butt, and he inserts the handle of the whip. He twists it inside, inch by inch, expanding my ass, tearing it slightly. I whimper. The pain was blissful.

I feel a climax build in my lower stomach. He is not even fully inside, and I want to cum desperately. My biggest desire, though, is to please him.

“Master…don’t you want to go inside?” I say between gasps.

He chuckles. “Of course I do. But not yet.”

I whine, “But…please, Master? Haven’t I been good?”

He twists the handle harder in my ass while pushing in my vagina halfway with his dick. “You’ve been an angel, dear.”

His words of endearment only heighten my climax.

“But, I want you to beg.”

I moan softly. “Please, Master, please go all the way inside me. Fuck me, Master.”

He laughs. “I don’t know if you’re begging because you want it, or because you have to.”

I don’t know what to say to that.

He teases me, increasing the speed of which he rocks his hips, causing his half-inserted dick to move in and out. I whimper and beg, “Please…I-I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you say. Just, please fuck me, Master.”

He chuckles. “So desperate, aren’t you, you little slut?”

I nod my head furiously. “Yes, I am so desperate for you. I am YOUR slut. I want you so bad. I want you to fuck me, Master.”

I hear a suppressed moan come from his mouth as he becomes more erect inside of me. My legs are shaking violently. I feel my knees getting weak, but I know I must not drop, for Master has not told me to do so.

Slowly, I feel the full length of him push inside me. I moan loudly. “Thank you, Master,” I murmur.

He rocks his hips back and forth slowly, barely moving inside of me. At the same time, he pounds the handle in and out of my ass. I groan. My climax builds still. I can barely stand.

“C-can I cum, Master?” I manage to muster out.

“No. You’re not allowed to cum. I tell you when and if you can.”

I whine, and he begins to pull out. I protest, “Please don’t!”

“You’re being bad. You don’t protest. You do as I say.”

I bite my lip and say, “Yes, Master, of course.”

He slides back inside me. He begins to thrust himself in to me, moving in rhythm of the handle he was fucking my ass with. His nails dig in to the cheek he was gripping, almost drawing blood.

He thrusts harder and faster, spreading apart my legs with his feet, allowing him to go deeper. My head is between my legs now, my arms stretched to their limits. I can see his balls bounce against me as he pushes in to me faster. The handle is going deeper in my ass, making me almost scream in pleasure.

With a final thrust, he squirts his cum inside of my vagina. He pulls out before he is fully done, and slides the handle out of my ass. He gets on his knees in front of me and lifts my head up by my hair. He begins to stroke his shaft in front of me and I whimper, wishing he would just go back inside of me. Squeezing his tip, he finishes ejaculating on my face. I feel it land in my hair. I feel it slide down my cheeks, my chin, my lips, my nose.

At this point, my body is a wreck. I’m shaking ferociously. I have reached my climax. All it would take now is his permission, and I could cum on the spot. He snickers.

I feel his fingers undoing my bondages. I collapse instantly in a withering heap.

“You’ve been a good girl. My perfect little slut.”

With that, he walks away, leaving my body a cum-covered, shaking, withering mess. 

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