I couldn’t escape. The heavy leather wrapped around my wrists and ankles made sure of that, pulling them away from my body. My arms stretched overhead, legs spread sideways as much as I could tolerate without falling over.

As soon as he had brought the cuffs out I immediately felt my mind slide into my alter ego which craved the torment, pleasure, all the baser, primal emotions. Turns out I didn’t want to escape.

“You’ve been doing far too much thinking lately. I’m going to help you with that.”

His dark, serious eyes roamed my body indulgently and I shivered with anticipation. He slowly stepped forward, claiming my personal space as his own. He reached up to gently run his thumb over my lower lip, a tingle following in its path. I instinctively opened my mouth. His hand dropped away as he gave a little smirk.

“By the time I’m done with you, the only things you’ll be able to say are ‘yes Master’ and ‘please Master’. I’m going to turn you into mindless slut whose only purpose is my pleasure.”

His words made my pussy clench, but my brain went into overdrive. What was he going to do? What if I didn’t want to be mindless? What if something happened and I needed to snap out of it? How long would I be that way? Etc., etc.

A sudden sharp sting fell across my cheek. I gasped and looked at him with wide eyes. His gaze pierced through all of my fluttering thoughts.

“Stop.” His tone was deep and immovable, like stone. The command rattled through me, my thoughts quietened, my tense shoulders relaxed, goosebumps erupted over my limbs, and my pussy clenched once again.

I gulped, “Sorry, Sir.”

He grasped my chin and leaned in, his nose almost touching mine. “I’m going to take care of you, pet, just relax and leave it to me.”

I blinked, still uncertain, but willing to let go. I trusted him implicitly so there was no reason not to. I nodded.

“Good girl,” he smiled and pressed his lips to mine briefly.

I swayed slightly as he pulled away again, already pining for more kisses. He took one hand and began to lightly trail it down my body, making me gasp as little shivers coursed through me. He teased and tickled and touched me everywhere, over my legs, around my waist, up over my breasts making my nipples stretch out to beg for more contact. Every sense felt heightened, eager for the next stroke, I heard myself start to whimper, needing more. He obliged, and I moaned as his firm, warm hands made their way around my breasts, squeezing, kneading. Then all too soon they were gone again, exploring my skin with firmer pressure this time, making their way to my ass and thighs massaging all around. I squeaked with surprise as he suddenly slapped my ass, making it jiggle.

“Are you wet for me, pet?”

I blushed. “Yes, Sir,” I whispered.

“Let’s see.”

I gasped again as his hand moved towards my pussy, my juices allowing him to slide a finger in effortlessly. He didn’t touch me anywhere else, watching my expression as he slowly slid the one finger in and out. I knew my cheeks were flushed with excitement and couldn’t stop my hips rocking against his hand at the gentle teasing, silently begging for more. He pulled his now coated finger back out and presented it in front of my lips. I hesitated momentarily, old shame from long ago coming to the front of my mind, scolding me for enjoying this, but I recognized this as a thought that didn’t belong to me and pushed it away, allowing myself to sink back into the moment, to be swept away by the temptation of the man in front of me. I opened my mouth obediently and closed it around his finger as he slid it inside, humming with pleasure at the taste of myself on his hand.

“Good girl,” he crooned. I knew he had seen the momentary struggle and my decision to let go. I felt a warmth spread through my chest at his pleasure.

He stepped away and I took a moment to wriggle in my cuffs. It felt a little awkward to be standing this way, but there was enough support and wiggle room that it wasn’t painful. I watched him return with something in his hand. The wand. My clit throbbed just looking at it. I let out a soft moan of anticipation as I heard it rumble to life, then again as he pressed it to my already hard clit. My eyes closed as I savoured the sensation, the pleasure building and building, spreading over my whole body. The pleasure began to gather in my clit, sending me up to the edge of orgasm. I opened my eyes to ask sweetly, “Please, Sir, may I cum?”

He held the wand in place for another moment, considering, enjoying my squirm as I struggled to hold back. Then he pulled it away. “No.”

I made a short sound of protest but knew better than to complain. He would let me cum when he was good and ready. I panted slightly as my body slowly slid away from the edge, still sensitized and aroused, but no longer close to orgasm.

He pressed the wand back to my clit and I gave a soft cry as the pleasure ratcheted up again. My hips rocked of their own volition, seeking more. A deep throbbing pulsed through me and I moaned as the tension built inside me once more. I soon reached the edge once again.

“Please, Sir. Please may I cum,” my voice was raspy with lust.

He smirked, “No,” and removed the wand once more.

I whimpered with dismay as my sensitized clit throbbed almost painfully before subsiding once more.

Again he applied the wand, and I cried out at the stimulation. Once more I asked to cum and was denied. And again. And again. I began to lose my mind, all I could think about was the sensation in my body and my desperation to cum. I writhed against my bonds, alternating between pleading, growling, and asking sweetly, but nothing swayed him.

I lost track of how many times he brought me to the brink. I was beginning to despair that he would never let me cum, that he would leave me in this state of wanting forever. As my poor oversensitized clit was bombarded by the wand once more, I began to beg.

“Please, Sir, please. I can’t take it anymore. Please let me cum!” I screamed, close to tears. “I’ll do anything!”

He pulled the wand away once more and turned it off. “I know you will.”

My whole body trembled with need, even the air brushing past my skin stimulated me. He stood admiring the picture I made as I panted and shivered, eyes glazed with arousal. All my barriers were down, any thoughts of should or shouldn’t, any sense of pride or inhibitions long forgotten, all that was left were two words.

“Please, Master.”

He grinned in triumph. “There she is.”

He moved with purpose and unclipped my cuffs, supporting me as I stiffly righted myself. He placed another soft kiss to my lips and led me over to a bench. He had me lay on my back and cuffed my legs up onto a bar overhead. He handed me the wand, still turned off, and had me hold it against my clit.

“You do not move unless I tell you, understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.”

He quickly shucked his clothes, revealing his hard cock. I gave an involuntary moan at the sight of it. He chuckled softly at my reaction. Without warning, he thrust fully inside me, my dripping wet pussy offering no resistance. I screamed in pleasure and arched my back as he filled me, bringing me close to the edge once more. He pushed the button to turn on the wand and my whole pussy tensed around him. I was immediately on the brink of orgasm and knew I was in trouble if he didn’t let me cum soon.

“Please, Master, please may I cum for you?”

He pulled back slowly before thrusting hard into me again. I screamed through clenched teeth and looked at him with wild eyes. “Please! I can’t hold back, Master.”

He was unrelenting, continuing to slowly glide out and push hard back into me. “You’d better, slut. I won’t be happy if you disobey me.”

I sobbed and closed my eyes, soon the stimulation became too much, and I knew I couldn’t control myself anymore. Tears leaked from my eyes, and I gave a last whispered, “Please,” feeling my defeat as my orgasm came barreling down on me.

“Cum for me, slut.”

I almost didn’t hear him over my own despair. My eyes shot open again in disbelief. “Master?”

He growled, “I said, cum for me.”

Every muscle in my body tensed as my orgasm came as though shot out of a cannon. I felt my pussy squeeze around his cock, increasing the stimulation even more. Wave after wave coursed through me until I felt as though I left my body on a wave of ecstasy, completely unaware of anything else around me.

Some time later I returned to find that he’d turned off the wand but was still pounding into my pussy. I rasped out a weak, “Thank you, Master,” as I scrambled to catch my breath.

“There’s a good little slut.”

I felt the scattered pieces of my orgasm gathering together again, the pressure building inside me once more as I reached the edge again.

“Please, Master?”

He looked amused as he turned the wand back on again. I screeched at the sudden onslaught.

“What do you want, my little toy?”

I forced myself to focus enough to put words together. “Please may I cum on your cock, Master?”

“Yes, pet, cum for me.”

He increased his pace as I skyrocketed into another orgasm, and just as I was coming down from this one he ordered, “Again.” I obeyed, pussy clenching once more around him as I arched off the bench, screaming out my pleasure.

“Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master.” I chanted, brainless.

I had become completely mindless, like he said. My body was his to command. He ordered me to cum again and again, and I obeyed every time, until finally I couldn’t move. I lay there, aware of him, but unable to control my body. I felt his cock harden as he reached his own orgasm.

“One more for me, princess,” he commanded softly.

He switched the wand to high speed and grabbed my hips to push himself deeper, harder, faster into my swollen and sensitive pussy. Once more my body obeyed him, completely under his control. I felt the pleasure gather and pulse through me, sending me into orbit again, and was distantly aware of his own sounds of pleasure as his hot cum filled me up.

And then I was drifting, completely separate from my body. I was aware of him unclipping my legs and gently lowering them down, as though watching it from across the room. He tenderly lifted me and took me to the large, downy bed, covering me in a soft blanket before placing a kiss to my forehead and curling up next to me.

I drifted in and out for a while, my mind floating in the ether, occasionally checking in to make sure my body was still there. Eventually it decided to move back in, slipping back inside and slowly regaining control of my limbs. My eyes fluttered open and immediately sought him out. I gave a soft smile.

“Hey,” I whispered.

He brushed a hand over my hair. “Welcome back.”

I blushed. “Thank you, Master.”

I rolled over to curl into him and fell back asleep with his arms around me. Safe, warm, and satisfied.