A little something I wrote, a deep longing fantasy
Hope you enjoy! A bit long but totally worth it, believe me hehe
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It progressed as quickly as it started. My life, my future, the depths of my soul, and the collar which fits snuggly around my neck all seemed to be internally connected. As a curious woman, I migrated here, not out of lust, but curiosity.
In the adventures of finding myself, as we all do, experimentation comes natural. As was this, natural. As easy as the word slips from our lips, natural. Beginning as just a fun hill to climb over in life, little did I know, it would turn to a lifestyle that I can’t help but be so intrigued and turned on by more than I’ve ever experienced in my life.
“Sit down”, my strong Master says to me. My body wrapped in rope, tugging on my breasts as I lean down, digging deeper into the inner lips between my trembling thighs, I lunge foreword and touch my knees to the cushion on the floor. The words he spoke to me earlier that night repeat over and over again in my head. I know he knows my urge to look into his soft eyes, to stare at his strong features, and that is why he told me never to look at him. “As respect to me and my ownership over you, you will only look at me when I tell you to, otherwise always look down at the floor, kneel in front of me”.
“Yes, Master”, is all I could muster. For as a slave to a Master, to obey is to love. I give him the ultimate showing of love by obeying in every aspect of my life. As nights before, I knelt down before him, the rope tightly squeezing my body, keeping my gaze constant on the floor. My lips can’t help but slip into a small grin, knowing that I’m serving Master as I always wanted, always desired. His boots step close to my knees and he walks around me, slowly. I can feel his masculine stare on my flesh. He places the sole of his boot on the middle of my back and pushes me down further. I crouch forward, further and further, and yet his boot presses harder on me. I lean more forward to the point that my neck is now pressed between my knees on the cushion. He releases his nudge. “Stay down just like that… Good girl”. At this point, the rope is digging into my swollen pussy lips and I can’t hardly take the constant pain and rubbing. A slight groan escapes my mouth. “Not enough pain huh? You must be wanting more”. I gulp, he must of mistaken the groan as a moan.. yes that’s it. That must be it. Do I say no? No, I mustn’t, never disobey Master. “Yes, Master”, I say quietly, not sure of what the words meant as I said them. Master walks away into another room and comes back with a crop and a dark colored scarf.
“Stand up”. I struggle to stand from the awkward position I was melded into on the cushion. Stumbling almost, I raise myself up without using my hands, which are tied behind my back. Master walks behind me once again, but takes the crop and runs it across my shoulders, down my back, my arms, my hands. The rope knot is strategically placed above my bottom. He grabs it with his bare hand, and tugs it undone, allowing the ropes wrapped around my body to untangle and fall to the floor beneath my feet. With the ropes falling around me, his hand is still placed on my lower back. I can feel the soft curve of his fingers and the roughness of the back of his hand pressed against me. I close my eyes, imagining his rough hands exploring my body. Before I can slip into my sensual thoughts, I feel a hard sting on my back. “Get Down on all fours”, Master says in a softer voice than before.
“Yes, Master”, I do as I’m told, you see. This is what I want, this is what I need. I place my hands and knees on the soft carpet and keep my eyes down on the floor as always instructed. I hear the crop make a loud noise and a sharp surge of pain feels me up once again. I hold my breath, holding in my cries. Again, another loud crack and pain, and another, and another. I bit my lip, not wanting to scream, holding in the obvious tears, but a few escape and drop down to the floor. Master stops and straddles my back and leans his body forward on top of mine. Places his head next to mine, and turns his mouth to face my ear, “Don’t hold back, I can tell you want to scream”. Letting my lip free from my teeth, “yes, Master”. He unstraddles my naked body and flicks the crop in his hand harder than before. With its landing directly on my back side, I scream, louder than ever before. The pain is so intense that my breathing becames sporadic and I almost fall over from the force. Again the crop singes my back and I cry out. The whips continue for what seemed like an eternity, too little space is left between each that I cant tell when one starts and the other begins. My screams are loud and the pain can be heard in them, in yet Master administers more blows to my backside.
At last, Master stops the whippings, he places his warm hand against the red welts on my back. I flinch a little from his touch, but it just makes him press on the swellings even more. He orders me to spread my knees a bit further, so he can have better access to my orifice. His fingers trail the welts down to my bottom and he places his thumbs in the dimples above it. Lifting one hand, he grabs his belt and undoes it. I can hear the metal noise of the belt buckles. Letting go of my bottom, Master reaches my hair and tugs on it, pulling my head up and causing my gaze to move to the mirror across the room. I can see myself, on all fours in the floor, with Master behind me, with his pants dropped down to his feet. The room is too dark, I can’t make out his erection, but I know it is there. Master uses me as a leverage to get down on his knees behind me.
Master’s body presses against mine, his upper legs, I can feel his bulge rubbing against my swollen lips. Without warning, or warmup, he plunges his hard cock into my pussy. Not stopping until he gets as deep as he possibly can, then pulling all the way out and doing it again. Grasping my bottom with his hands, he pushes me on him as he thrusts into me, his thick cock fills me up entirely. Master grabs my hair again with one hand while holding me to him with the other, he pulls tight. Plunging into my wet flesh, I feel an intense oneness with Master, he caresses my welts, tenderly, lovingly. Fucking my tight pussy, he moans some and I can hear his breath quickening. I, myself, am breathing much heavier and whimpering. I look over at the mirror again on the opposite wall and seeing myself, my body in such a state of surrender turns me on even more and I feel this intense feeling building inside me. I grasp the cushion in front of me with one hand and pinch one of my breasts dangling underneath me with the other. Harder and harder, Master is thrusting deep inside me. His pace is quickening and I can feel his cock pulsing inside me. I know he’s close to cumming. And so am I. The intense feeling doesn’t go away, gets more intense and feels almost inevitable. I gasp as Master’s cock pounds me. Fucking me, yes, that’s what I need Master, for you to fuck me. Moaning loudly, I keep my grip on the cushion and begin to tremble. His body begins to tremble too and he grabs my hips and holds me still on his dick. Master lets out a groan and thrusts in me one last time and spurts cum all inside me. I can feel cum entering my pussy and that sends me over the edge. I scream in pleasure, so loud I’m sure the neighbors could here. The orgasmic wave takes over my limp body and I fall to the ground. Gasping for air, both of us, Master and I, collapse on the living room floor. Master’s cock slips out of me, leaving me feeling empty except his cum oozing out from me.
To be continued...
