I try to speak, but there are no words. We both know what’s coming next. The knowledge sits in my chest, heavy like a cannonball·

My body shakes, moisture and tightness gather between my legs. I can feel everything so vividly from the texture of the wooden table to the rough bite of the restraints which bind me to it. My body is pulled close, my arms strapped in, my legs forced wide.

Utterly trapped.

Your tongue flicks out, enjoying the taste of my nipples. My back arches, sparks dance and I loose a strangled cry! I shake my head, trying to deny what’s happening but you just laugh.

After all, I’m only a woman. What right do I have to deny anything?

My body tenses. You run the wooden paddle - your favourite one - across my stinging skin. The touch is slow and soft but sinister. I know there is so much more to come.

Back and forth the paddle goes. The soft, flat side plays against my taut skin. I bite my lower lip.

“Not going to moan for me?” You say softly. “Not going to whimper for your master? And here you were so bold only an hour ago. Maybe if we try *this side.”

The studded side of the paddle comes down next. Still not hard. Teasing, almost playful. Still, it makes me gasp. Each tiny knob and bump raising goosebumps across my body. I open my mouth to speak - you didn’t gag me - but you silence me with a look.

“Unless you’re about to beg for forgiveness, I suggest you stay quiet. I want to hear cries, not words.”

The paddles comes crashing down like a thunderbolt against my behind! Pain flashes through me in an instant of broiling tightness! I bite my tongue, but with the third stroke, you get your cry.

In a second, I'm reduced to a gasping, moaning mess. My body twists and pulls against the ropes, my nipples so hard and vulnerable. Trembles race across my skin and my ragged, gasping breathing is matched only by the yelping cries I make with each strike!

My body jerks with every impact. The motion of my hips is both sensual and also agony. My pussy is rubbing against the bench, leaving a trail of shameful wetness that only highlights my utter helplessness and arousal.

“You’re such a little slut!” You laugh in delight. “I bet you did this on purpose! I bet you wanted this punishment!”

I stutter. Try to deny your words, try to preserve some fragile shred of dignity. But if I once had any of that, it’s long gone. My body shakes and rocks, blow after blow scattering my thoughts like a darting shoal of silver fish.

Each feels more intense than the last. You vary the speed, the angle, the surface, but every one drives further into my mind. Leaves me thrashing, gasping and moaning for all to see. Pain and pleasure dance across my body in an electric tempo, flowing together into one overwhelming sea of stimulation.

I'm seeing stars, my lower lips so wet. You watch as my chest rises and falls. The touch of the paddle leaves my skin red and bruised, waves of pain crash against my mind. My legs are shaking. I couldn’t run now even if I was free.

My brain feels half melted, a bubbling pot of sensation and lust and pain all throbbing and melding and twisting together. My body is limp now under the ropes, my hair is damp and sticks to my forehead.

“Hold onto this.”

I feel something rough forced into my mouth, accompanied by the taste of sweat and wood. It’s the paddle.

“If you drop it,” you run one hand through my hair gently but the look in your eyes is far from kind. “You’ll face a far worse punishment. Do you understand, bitch?”

I can’t speak. I can’t escape. I’m chained, bound by rope and ecstasy alike. Terror and humiliation boiled in the back of my mind, but I simply nod. That's all I can do.

“Good girl.”

Your fingers move now. Descending across my body. Sinking lower and lower in a trailing, gradual motion that draws out my anticipation until my nerves are taut and ready to snap.

Your touch sends shards of sensation rippling through my body. As you brush my eager clit for the first, part of me honestly thinks I might die. It feels so good. Why does it feel so good? I should hate this! I do hate this!

I do!

But I hold onto the paddle, biting down with all of my meagre strength. My heart beats faster and faster and faster, my muffled cries becoming louder and drawn out, more desperate.

You touch me, stroke me. Rub and tease me. You remind me of my place. So helpless and exposed and open. On display for anyone. I try to protest. I want to protest.

But I can't.

This is my natural place.

My hips grind back and forth. Each stroke, every circular motion against my clit, every grinding, aching moment of pleasure you force me to feel serves only to drive in how powerful you are. How helpless I am.

I’m your pet, I’m your slut. I’m your property in the eyes of the law.

And I better accept that or suffer the consequences.

A wave of ecstasy blooms through my body. It starts softly, rumbling between my legs before it blazes upwards like a fire. I shift and writhe, a half formed gasp causes the paddle to slip and I bite down on it desperately!

Pain from my spanking mixes with the pleasure of your motions, your fingers playing me like an instrument. Waves of feeling crash against my mind, grinding away at my thoughts like an ocean tide turning stone to sand.

All I can do is shake. Shake and squeak and moan as with every motion you remind me of my place. Ecstasy spikes through me, traced by a wave of convulsions. My g-spot, my clit, my breasts, all of them seem to be burning hot. Sensation crackles and dances through me, earthing itself in every cell and every nerve,

The paddle starts to slip again, I'm almost too far gone to stop it this time. I catch it but just barely.

I freeze then. The tip of your cock pressing lightly against my soaking entrance. My eyes widen. You’ve never done this before. You’ve never gone this far!

You’re not really going to…

You’re not going to fuck me are you?

“You need to learn,” you growl. “You were sold into debt. Sold to me. Your days as a free woman are over. You’re mine to use. I thought I’d driven that in already. Seems I was mistaken. So now I am going to make absolutely sure you get the picture.”

You do it slowly but it’s not for the sake of being gentle. You want me to feel it all. Every inch. Every movement. You want me to feel you fucking me. Entering me. My pussy is soaked, my core clamps around you with shameful eagerness. Every inch you sink into me only serves to highlight my new role more and more.

I shake. The feeling of your cock inside me is too much and the paddle finally tumbles loose with a hollow thunk against the ground. You glance to it, then back to me mildly.

“You’re going to pay for that later, slut. You can’t even follow basic commands. What’s the matter? Is your brain too empty when you’re stuffed with cock? I suppose it’s the best that could be expected of you.”

My senses are singing now. My nerves are on fire. My thoughts are slow and scattered. No matter how I try to gather them, they slip through my fingers! You bend me over, one hand going to each of my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples until I scream. I can feel the weight of your body, the heat of your naked skin. The length of your cock inside of me.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

My mind is going blank.

I have to fight!

I have to…

I have to hold on!

But I’m slipping, falling. My thoughts scatter and dance like blossoms in the wind. All that remains is a singular thought, an overriding need to be filled paired with the crushing knowledge of my place.

I exist to be fucked like the cunt I am.

"Please," I whimper. "Please, please, please…

You take a moment to enjoy my desperation. My silent shame paired with my body’s aching lust. You pull back then, my pussy aches with emptiness as your cock leaves it.

But not for long.

With a sudden, powerful motion, you drive yourself into me. The impact whips up a storm of searing flame, a burning ecstasy which dances across my skin and core.

I can’t help it anymore, I can’t fight it! My voice rises up despite my best efforts. The words tumble and twist from my throat, interrupted by the yelping moans which issue with every thrust of your cock.

“Please…please…oh fuck please…”

“Please what, bitch? You better be more specific!”

Your left hand comes crashing down, my body jerks as you hammer a blow down against my ass! The sudden tightness inspires a burst of pleasure in your cock and you issue a low grunt of satisfaction.

“Please,” I try again. “Please fuck me. Please fuck me. Please destroy me. Treat me as just another wet hole. Oh god, please ruin me!”

You're fucking me. You're fucking me like a cunt deserves to be fucked. I can barely think. can barely move. The pleasure is crushing, consuming. Swallowing me up with every moment and every thrust of your hips. My voice rises, a ragged, hungry crescendo of lust and shame in audible form.

Each thrust, each penetration is accompanied by a gasping moan. My mind is aflame. My eyes are wide, the feeling of your cock pounds through me like molten steel. Every word you utter, every insult, every degradation only serves to make me wetter and wetter.

This is my place.

The surging, pulsing pleasure fills my mind. Crashing against my barriers, bringing them down one by one. Relentless and unstoppable as the feeling of your cock inside of me.

I love it. I love it so much. The feeling of your hands on my breasts. The slap of your pam, against my ass. The way you drag my hair back as you fuck me, forcing your cock as deep as it can go.

This is what I want! This is what I deserve! My mind is breaking, shattering apart under the onslaught of pleasure and shame and lust. My thoughts are melting, my brain is melting.

I am melting.

The woman I was is dying by inches, replaced by something and someone else.

My body twitches. Spasmic pleasure races through me. I'm dropping, plummeting, feeling myself sink as my nerves begin to sing.

I have no words. No possible way to express what I am feeling except for incoherent sounds. You fuck me faster, one hand still holding my hair, the other around my tits. My clit burns with every thrust.

I can barely hold on!

No, nevermind that, I can't hold on at all! I cry out, I wail, the feeling burns, building, dancing, crackling-

Exploding.

I cum. I cum so hard around your cock, I cum as you treat me like the pathetic whore that I am. My mouth opens in a long, silent moan that I can't even as every nerve, muscle and tendon rings with the same moment of pleasure shame and submission.

I give one last, primal cry, my whole body flexing as you empty yourself inside me. The feeling of your cum, so hot and wet, presses between my legs and I feel like I am drowning in it. I moan and twist and gasp as you fill my cunt to the brim, I squeak, desperation entering my voice as I feel myself overflowing, your cum spilling out of me and pooling on the ground between my legs.

You pull back, already doing up your trousers as you regard the panting, aching mess you made of me. The table supports me, keeps my standing. Without it, I’d be sprawled on the ground. I have no strength, no dignity. No grace left at all.

Just the worthless fuck pet that you’ve made me into.

“Good,” you say. “You’re finally starting to look the part.”