*thud*

Your head jolts as a plush pillow firmly makes contact with your head. Letting out a sigh you turn in your chair and pointedly stare at me across the room.

I look away, pretending I have no idea how that pillow just ended up there.

You turn back and continue to work, before you hear a rustling of movement behind you. 

I bend over and feign a bite into your shoulder.

“Ah, just what do you think you’re doing?”

“Nothing” I say innocently, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

“Babe please, I need to finish this”

“Okay” I shrug, before sinking down to the floor and resting my head on your lap.

You look down at me exasperated, and I stare up into your eyes as I open my mouth again to bite your thigh through your jeans.

“Ow, alright, you’ve got my attention! What do you want?”

“A kiss?” I raise myself up and start to lean in towards you, but your hand reaches up and holds my head by the hair before our lips can touch.

“Oh no baby, I don’t think so.” You’re holding me in such a way that my neck is bared to you and I cant look down, but I do hear the sounds of a belt being unbuckled and flies being undone.

Slowly but forcefully, you push my head down towards your lap, where your freshly hard cock waits expectantly. Hesitating, I look back up at you doe eyed, until you guide my mouth towards it and force me to take you all the way to the back of my throat.

I choke slightly and struggle to push away until you pull me back up so we’re face to face again. Heart pumping and breath shallow, I pull towards you, hoping to feel your lips against mine, but you shoot a grin at me and once again push my head down to your crotch. 

This time you hold me much firmer. Still holding my hair with one hand, you cup my chin with the other, and slowly begin pumping into my open mouth.

I try my best to keep my mouth as wide as possible, but I choke on your girth and can’t help but continue to struggle and attempt to pull away.

“You know I can’t let you do that baby” you whisper, “spit and choke all you like, you wanted my attention, and now you have it.”

I begin to whimper as you continue to fuck my face, tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes, until you finally let up and pull me off your cock gasping for air. 

A sharp slap in the face brings me to my senses, and then you’re dragging me across the room on my knees by my hair and throwing me onto the bed.

Turning me onto my front you grab a length of rope from the box by the bed, and straddle me to stop me from moving. 

I squirm and writhe against you as you tie my wrists together, until you get bored of my struggle and wrap a hand around my throat, squeezing gently.

Understanding your silent instructions, I hold myself still, nervously anticipating your next move and wondering if I should have left you to your work after all…

Once my wrists are constrained, you move down to my ankles, tying one to each bedpost. I try in vain to keep them together, but you force them apart and give me a slap on my ass for good measure which forces a sharp squeal out of me.

Peeking under the skirt I’m wearing, you chuckle to yourself at my lack of underwear.

“Baby, I didn’t realise you were that desperate” your fingers brush against my already wet cunt, and I stifle a moan and push backwards towards you, but you’ve already moved on.

Standing up, you admire your handiwork, before climbing back onto the bed and kneeling directly in front of me.

Knowing what’s coming, I begin to struggle again, but you hold my head up once more and shove your cock back down my throat. 

You’re pumping harder this time. I continue to cough and splutter, drool dripping from my mouth and legs kicking in an attempt to escape.

At one point, you lock me into your crotch, hands wrapped around my head and pressing me into you until I’m struggling to breathe, letting go just as I’ve reached my limit. Another slap to the face stuns me, and I barely have a chance to recover before you push my head down again.

Reaching over me, cock still in my mouth, you lean forward and land some additional slaps on both my ass cheeks, as I try to cover them with my wrist tied hands.

“That just won’t do will it babe” you pull away and leave me heaving, slumped down on the bed, and I hear you rummaging once more through the box.

The next minute, I feel soft leather around my throat, pulled tight, almost to choking, and hear the snap of a lock as you secure the collar in place. 

The clinking of a chain is next, and you thread it through a ring on my collar, before attaching the clamps at each end to my nipples. 

At the application of each clamp, I let out a squeal, and attempt to shake my chest to remove them, but this only forces the chain to pull on them more. Resigned, I lay my head back on the bed. If I stay low, the chain won’t pull. 

Unfortunately I get no such respite. I feel cold metal pushing against my asshole, dripping with lube, and you push an anal hook deep inside of me, before threading a rope through it and attaching it to my collar. This pulls me into an arched position where if rest, I choke on the collar and pull on the hook, and if I stay arched up, my collar pulls on the nipple clamps. 

“Please, please, I’m sorry sir, please release me, I’ll be good” I beg and whimper as you force me into this predicament.

“You’ll get your release when I’m done with you” you growl, and I feel goosebumps travel all across my body.

Next you take another line, and wrap it just above my elbows, pulling them together to restrict my movement even further, before balling my hands and wrapping tape around each one so I’m unable to get myself free.

“No please, please” I beg, “I’ll do anything you want, I promi-“ you take this opportunity to force a ring gag into my mouth, holding my jaw open. In my restrictive position I can barely move, but I shake my head in an attempt to remove the gag, until I hear another snap signalling that it too has been locked onto me.

“Darling look at you. A damsel in distress, whatever am I going to do…”

You answer your own question by coming back to kneel in front of me. 

“You’re going to take my load down your throat, do you understand”

 I look up at you, best as I can from this position but give no response.

“I said, you’re going to take my load down your throat” *slap* “do you” *slap* “understand?” *slap*

I frantically shake my head, tears beginning to stream down my face and mix with the drool pooling from my gag.

“Unfortunately, you don’t get to decide” and once again you’re fucking my face, even more rough than before and inadvertently (or intentionally) forcing me to pull both on the clamps and the hook.

“You’re so hot when you’re helpless baby” you whisper, and I continue to moan and gag and struggle and wretch.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close seeing you like this” *slap*

I squeal

“Oh shit, are you ready?”

I attempt to shake my head one last time, attempt to pull away, attempt to free myself from your binds, as you let out a moan and release your thick, hot cum straight down my throat.

I struggle to swallow it as you hold me there, cock throbbing in my mouth, releasing more drips of cum in waves, before finally pulling away from me and collapsing onto the bed.

“You did such a good job baby, you’re such a good girl,” you murmur as you reach up to stroke my hair. “I am going to need you to stay here for a while longer though while I finish my work.”

“Gno… pleashe… dongt eave e ike di leas”

Ignoring my pitiful begging, you land one final slap on my ass, before walking back to the desk and continuing where you left off. 

“Don’t worry baby, just hold tight for me, you’ll get your release soon. Maybe next time, don’t be so desperate for my attention?”