Panting and slowly coming down from an earth shattering climax, she was a quivering mass of jello; every muscle exhausted. Her entire body shook sporadically as if electrical currents were zapping her from the tips of her toes all the way up her spine to the base of her neck. Her mind was mush from cumming so hard, and so many times this afternoon; more than she could ever remember, fathom, or like to admit to herself. Sex at home with her husband was for a lack of a better term, severely deficient; not only in frequency but in satisfying her sexual needs. The majority of the time when she and her husband on those rare occasions did have sex, she faked it.

Watching her orgasm and give in to it completely, without reserve or holding back, with absolute trust, and total loss of self-control, was making his throbbing cock so rock hard, it was almost purple. Burning hot for that small pussy of hers, he almost couldn’t wait to claim another hole and fuck her deep. God she was drenched. Her inner thighs were sopping wet with seemingly unstoppable tracks of watery cum sliding down her legs. I'm gonna pound that fuckin pussy! Her juices coating his fingers; her entire cunt soaked; cum saturating puffy, swollen lips and merging with her sweat, made an intoxicating and heady combination.

He leaned over her spent body, grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her head off the bed, and growled in his low voice to her ear, “open and taste what is MINE. Clean up your filthy mess slut.”

For a split second she hesitated at his order but she willingly relinquished her control. The thought to disobey was in and out of her brain so fast she couldn’t mull over his words even if she tried. She wasn’t self-conscious or feeling humiliated in a negative way at all, quite the opposite. His authority weakened her resolve and initial instinct to fight or flee. She would do almost anything within her power to always try to please him and to not do or say things that would cause him to look at her disapprovingly. In fact; she was so turned-on, all she could think about was craving his thick, stiff shaft inside her body, any hole he wanted, and fucking her mindless. A tiny moan pierced the silence.

Without shame or embarrassment, she opened her mouth and his fingers delved in. She lapped and licked them, tasting her musky, slightly salty cum. “That’s right! Lick them bitch! Taste yourself! You are a dirty cumslut!” He verbally pushed.

“Hmmm Mmmm” is all she could manage to utter between tongue lashes.

He pulled her hair harder bending her head back further straining her neck, “Are you a dirty cumslut?”

She softly spoke without biting down, “Yes Sir, I’m a dirty cumslut.”

Keeping her neck in a locked position, controlling her movement, along with his raw power, made her clit tighten and contract, roaring and begging for physical release. The pungent smell of sex, drifting up to her nostrils cranked it up another notch and she unleashed her inner whore, behaving in a fevered frenzy of lust. Completely overtaken in the moment, she greedily sucked, darting her tongue between his digits; feasting on his fingers with a voracious appetite, as if it was his hard cock she was polishing to a glossy shine. Drunk with contentment at being used and needed, she was light-headed and floating. Happiness and a sense of peace filled the empty chambers in her heart and blanketed her mind.

He was slowly stripping her defensive layers away exposing everything, nothing hidden from him. Her vulnerabilities, her inner sorrows, her trust issues; he would protect and treasure them all as much a part of her, as her love of life, her strength, humor, and compassionate heart. He reached her fortress walls. Instead of climbing the barriers she constructed to shield herself from truly exploring her sexual and emotional needs, he was tearing them down, one-by-one, until he would claim complete possession of her soul and not be denied her unconditional surrender. He would invade and carve out his place in her mind and heart. She would be consumed of thoughts of him awake in her everyday life and flooded in her dreams while she slept. Her yearning to please him, to obey, to bend to his will and desires would seep in her very existence, becoming her desires as well, embedded with passion and longing. He knew with just the sound of his voice, or even a text message, she would be wet, wanting, aroused, and climbing her own fortress walls to escape and run to him. He would guide her to sexual and emotional freedom from her confined reality. As his sex toy, she was his naked canvas to be painted on with all his deliciously wicked, depraved delights. He opened the door and she now walked through it, and their journey was just beginning.

He pulled his fingers from her mouth, her tongue taking one last swipe at them as he withdrew, and he ordered her to stand upright and remain still. She heard the cuffs unlock, freeing her bound wrists, and she put her arms at her side and silently waited for his instructions.

Being at his mercy and serving him under his strict control, without knowing mentally what would happen next, was driving her wild with boundless excitement. Her mind was released, free; almost a rebirth, like the crisp air, and clear blue sky, after a rainstorm.

Her body was physically still as demanded by Him, but inside, her restless spirit was full of untapped energy, bottled and ready to be shaken, popped open, and raining down with sexual abandon.

Her body responded to the thrill of the unknown. Every new sensation would push past her mental boundaries and hang her over the edge of reason. Already she was doing things that, to her friends in the vanilla world, would consider perverted or at the very least, completely weird. Her breath increased and her dripping pussy seemed to leak gallons. She could hear the bed being depressed by his weight. No warning, Ouch! sssssss……she hissed, her tongue hitting the back of her clenched teeth. The chain linking her nipple clamps suddenly being yanked by him, forcing her over the bed, clearly persuading her to get on the bed and crawl towards him.

Such the perfect cockwhore, His cockwhore, he mused, as she crept on all fours being led by the chain attached to her big, beautiful tits hanging and swaying with each advance. Her movements; like a sexy lioness, with the spirit to pounce and devour. With absolute certainty, he knew she would always be controlled and ultimately tamed, by Him. When she got close enough, he pulled up the slack on her metal chain, and gave a good hard tug, Stay! He ordered; treating her in much the same manner as an owner toward his dog at the curb before crossing the street. He enjoyed dishing out humiliation to train and mold his submissive into his model fuck toy.

Twining her hair around his left hand holding her head upright, he seductively brushed his right thumb over her lips.

She let out a faint sigh. Moving to her cheek and lightly caressing it, her breath was labored, her chest heaved, and her endless stream of pussy fluid was seeping through the blanket onto the sheets. She looked almost fragile but he knew she had a spine of steel. A tendril of hair fell onto her sweet face and he swept it aside and tucked it gently behind her ear. She was indeed lovely.

This sarcastic, funny, strong-willed, wonderfully intelligent woman bent on all fours, horny, quiet in almost a shy way, giving her self over to him as his sex toy to play with, was a sheer adrenalin rush. SMACK……..her mouth, with those luscious lips as ruby red as her other pair, agape in a stunned expression. He could just picture her gorgeous blue eyes as wide as saucers under the blindfold. Her brain spinning as she tried to absorb what just happened. SMACK…..another hard slap on the cheekbone. He relished her look of shock. He was rattling her cage, not making this mentally “easy” for her. He was pushing limits to jolt her, keep her off-balance, and remind her of her position. Very soon he would claim another fuckhole, reinforcing again in her mind that he is her Master and her body belongs to Him. He knew she was flinching, preparing herself for the next slap. With modest effort she tried to turn her face away from him, but he held her steadfastly in his grip, wrenching her hair so tight she cried out. SMACK…again across the face, her surprise revealed when she slightly gasped after the third strike; her cheek now stained a slight pink.

Still supported on her hands and knees, he let go of her hair, and since she couldn’t see, she just kept her head up and listened for the smallest movement. Her cheek stinging and feeling warm. Her breasts heavy and numb from the metal clamps. Her cunt so needy for His cock; her pussy juices were flowing like a river down a mountain. Her mind; pudding. She was on sensory overload, swimming in an abyss, a blur of sensations and emotions. Pain and pleasure rolling into each other like children tumbling down a hill; always so blissful and free, yet sore with every bump and small rock they bounce off of, and exhausted as they fall towards the bottom.

His voice boomed in her eardrums. He was the only voice she could focus on and trust to guide her. She was in an altered state; flying away, with only Him as her pilot to give her clear directions, so she wouldn’t get lost in a storm. “Lick it dirty whore......and do a good job if you want my cock to fuck you. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Slowly, she extended her tongue out past her full lips expecting a meaty head to greet her, but instead this was softer and fleshier. Realization set in fast that this was no cock, but his ass. Never in her life had she licked ass but her thirst for his hard cock pushed all inhibitions aside. She’d do anything to have him reward her with his huge cock buried deep inside giving her the hard fuck she craved. This was so taboo and foreign to her, but she knew her true calling, she was a dirty whore, His dirty whore.

Without hesitation in her desire to ravage him, in her blinded state, she ran her hands along his backside feeling his cheeks and carefully spread them with her fingers. She gently scraped her French-tipped thumbnails along the insides of his ass cheeks, followed by her steady tongue licking a seamless and continuous trail repeatedly up and down the length of his crack, sinking it deeper each time; getting closer and closer to his puckered hole. He mashed himself right in her face goading her to rim him immediately. She flicked her tongue timidly into his tiny cavity just to see if he responded to her touch and then blew her breath in his opening, which made him shudder, and emit a small grunt. That was all the motivation she needed. Grabbing his cheeks, digging her nails in like claws to keep them wide apart she plunged her tongue deep in his tight, firm channel. He moaned at her invasion. With eagerness she licked and swirled her tongue along his outer edge lubricating his rim, causing him to moan louder and press his backside into her. Her stiffened tongue was like a heat-seeking missile on a single mission, penetrating hard and delving deep inside, relentlessly plundering his ass hole. His sphincter muscle contracted, gripping her tongue while she mercilessly twirled it and stabbed it deep in his hole. To further tease and torture him, she slid her tongue slowly out of his flexing opening, giving short, quick, and elusive swipes along the inside of his cavern walls as she retreated, circling his opening, tasting his sweat from his balls, then without warning, ram her curled tongue fast and powerfully into his narrow canal.

He groaned as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and began a slow stroke up and down his shaft. Fuck she’s hot and can lick my ass good, he thought, as his sexy slut was feasting on his ass hole like a woman possessed. He ground his ass back into her wet, willing tongue. Feeling her soft tongue enter his hole was making him moan and squeeze his muscles, creating more friction. For a first-timer her skill wasn’t lacking, far from it, she was enthusiastic and it showed in her insatiable appetite to please him unconditionally. Her obedience and her need to do his bidding, made his cock so fuckin engorged and rigid, he didn’t pump it more than a couple times. He had no intention of cumming yet. He wanted to sheath himself deep in her drenched, and he hopefully guessed right, tight little cunt. He was fully aware of her pitiful excuse of a sexual relationship with her husband, and he had every intention of stretching her snug channel to fit perfectly around his fat, throbbing dick.

She was totally into licking his asshole, feeling his reactions to her pleasing him, and was enjoying herself in the process. That last one was quite a revelation because in her right mind, she would’ve never thought she’d enjoy licking an asshole, but she did. Alot! Of course she knew it was only because it was Him and the power he held over her mind, heart, and body to let herself go and surrender to his erotic fantasies. I mean if her husband ever asked her to lick his ass, she’d be like, fuck you, no way, and thinking ewwhhh how gross is that. She was so proud that she was satisfying him and making him happy, and in doing so, this made her feel content and renewed. It was like lying on her bed as the sunlight streams through a partially open window. A light breeze ripples, causing the window sheers to flutter making the rays dance and shift across the room. Peacefulness washing over her.

“Enough”, he voiced in an abrasive tone that took her aback and made her instantly stop.

He pushed her away from him and with a hint of callousness he matter-of-factly stated, “Good slut. You are a dirty asswhore and now you get your reward.”