Sweat glistens on the woman’s forehead. Her eyes flutter through the sweat as the toy inches a little further. The sight is knotting her stomach, turning her on. 

She feels sick but…elated. High? 

‘Make no mistake, my little slut. You belong to me. You have always belonged to me. I own you.’

‘Yes, Master.’

‘Master, am I? What a delightful slave you are. Put on those clamps.’ 

She throws back the sheets with her free hand, finds the clothes pegs buried there and slips them on both of her nipples within seconds. Pain shoots through her, startling, pinching. Blissful. 

Why was she ever worried about the pain? It seems so welcoming now. Warm. Delightful. 

‘Pull them, bitch.’

The noise that comes out of her is guttural, strained. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knows to be quiet. To hide from her husband. 

As she pulls them, the pain increases, gnawing at her, stretching her tits to what feels like fucking oblivion. Where does it stop, where does it stop? Keep going, keep going.

She catches herself falling, shoots out her arms. Is on all fours now, her ass up in the air. 

‘God, I want to devour that soaking cunt of yours…that needy fucking cunt.’

‘Please..’ She hears herself beg. Her heart is in her throat, blood pumping in her ears. She’s panting hard as the toy pummels in and out of her.

‘Listen to how wet you are.  Listen to how fucking much you want me. And not your husband down stairs…’

A stab of guilt. Her stomach’s twisting but she cannot stop herself.  

For the love of God she cannot stop herself. 

‘This is who you are. This is what you are. Don’t you run from it.’

She can feel his breath on her thighs. Fuck, she’s actually lifting her ass to him. Her hubby never fucks her ass.

‘All your life, that little cunt, those gorgeous tits, that ass, your fucking mind — all of you. You’ve belonged to me. You just didn’t know it. All your life has led to being owned by me…’

To be continued…again…