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[1st attempt writing from her perspective rather than 3rd or my own, feedback welcome]
It had been several months since we had rented out the dungeon for the night. During our first adventure, Adam was a little overwhelmed, but he was growing into the dominant role I craved him to be. The irony was not lost, a sub guiding a master, but I can see the strength and darkness in him and I want it to be unleashed.
We walked in like any normal couple, extended pleasantries with the owners, received the keys and then, then we were left alone to play. My dominus was a careful master, before any play began he had me recite my limits to him for tonightās play, and reaffirm our safe word: āgenesisā
The room was cloaked in a deep red light, a collection or instruments either black or red with no shade in between. The carpet was soft and warm, yet the air was deceivingly cold. Adam left the room, leaving me to follow his instructions he had prepared: I removed all of my attire as is expected, the air leaving my skin prickled and my nipples tightening. In the centre of the room, I kneel and wrap a thin piece of silk around my eyes, for I must not look directly upon my master. Placing my hands behind me, and leaning back to sit on my feet, I call āready, sirā, and I wait.
Only the fresh scent from a recent shower gives away his arrival, moving near silently towards me. I can smell amber in the room which can only mean my master has arrived. Even without touch, I can feel an electricity pouring from my skin towards his, a magnetism between us. His silhouette moves around me, inspecting me. I feel a finger placed upon my shoulder which circles around my collarbone and continuing to the top of spine. Though the air is cold, inside Iām on fire and can feel condensation building in friction between the climates.
I feel a finger run down the base of my spine which sets my nerves tingling, craving, having to wait oh so patiently. An intense pressure encircles my wrists as he grabs me and binds me together. I feel a firm yet soft rope wrap my wrists together behind my back. He must be arched over to tie me so firmly and as he stands I think I feel the end of something firm glide against my hair which flows over my shoulders, partially covering my breasts. āAre you ready?ā He says in a deep and confident voice. āYes sir, I am readyā, every part of me is ready, I can feel the swell, the yearning, a void ready to be complete. I can feel my heart beat rippling through my body all the way down and centering where I want him.
āSit uprightā he commands, I do as Iām told, the coldness now exposed to my rear. āOpen your legsā, my knees shuffle over the carpet, giving him access to use me as he so desires. I hear a faint and gentle buzz begin to sound. āI know you want thisā he says, ābut you must wait until I command it.ā I feel the brush of his arm against my thigh as he places a device between my legs. Itās vibrating and positioned upright at the point of my entrance, I can feel it, but only just, itās almost resting between my labia, all I would need to do is relax my hips and allow it to glide inside of me. āDo you understand?ā, āYes sir, Iām not to use this until you tell meā. In resistance, I begin bringing my legs closer together to ease the temptation, āand you are not to move!ā he roars, he must have seen me try to avoid this temptation. Itās back where it was, the faint vibrations resonating from lips to my clit, itās not enough and it is achingly tempting.
He places his hand upon my neck, my special and most sensitive place. His hand caresses my skin and moves to press my breasts, I lean forward in response to his touch then right myself to maintain his instruction. My hands pull against one another instinctively, but they remained fascened and bound. āDo you wish to please me?ā he asks, āyes, sir, I am yours and my purpose is your pleasureā. I see his shadow loom large in front of me, I see little but darkness. A thumb is placed on my lips, pulling them apart. By the shape, I feel his cock now pressed against my partly opened lips. I open slightly to run my lips down his shaft, he is hard, thick and throbbing. He tastes fresh, and he is ready. I slowly glide my mouth down, wrapping my tongue around him, teasingly, tempting him to take control. My hands pull against one another, wanting to embrace him, to push him in deeper, but they will not release. His hand grips a clump of hair behind my head as he pushes himself, passed my tongue and into my throat. āYes, oh fuck me, yesā as I sense his pleasure growing the warmth inside of me grows like fire, and I become more and more aware of the vibrations resting against me between my legs. He thrusts into my throat, firmly but not quickly, I feel his groin pressing against my face as he pushes deeper and deeper. Iām breathing deeply, but I need more air, the heat from his body against mine is intoxicating and suffocating. His grip tightens, I can feel my throat confining his cock, as he begins to give way to his own desires.
āI need something more inside meā. Sensing the opportunity, I widen my hips subtly. I feel the the toy begin to enter and the vibrations become stronger. āMore, I need moreā. I thrust my head forward as I glide the toy inside me, to fill me. My master stops and removes his cock from me. The sound of the vibrations has become muffled and dulled. āI gave you a commandā, āIām sorry sir, I couldnātā¦ I didnāt mean toā¦ā he wraps his hand around my mouth, displeased with my excuses. āI told you. Only, when, instructedā. The pressure across my mouth was firm but not harsh or painful, but his other hand placed upon my shoulder was pushing me down. āNo, Iām sorry sir, Iā¦ā, āand now, I am instructing youā. I feel him push me down, completely filling me, the vibrations strong inside of me. My breathing has become fast and deep as my own pleasure begins giving way. āBut you disobeyed meā, pushing his arms under mine, he lifts me to my feet, the toy gripped between my thighs, still inside me, still fulfilling me.
A shudder reveals he has gripped the toy, which is now pressed firmly inside of me. āThis is a gift, I brought for you. Do you like itā. I nod obediently, āyes sir, it is, it is most kindā. āOpen your legs a little, I want to feel it inside of youā. My stance widens as he starts to flex the toy inside of me. āFuck, oh fuckā, āSsshhhā he commands, so I bite my lip to tame my groans, as he thrusts it in and out of me, my juices flowing while his thumb brushes over my clit again and again. āIāve given you this gift, Iām glad you like it, but you must take care of the things I buy youā. I feel him push it in deep and I instinctively rise to my toes, before flatting my feet again. His hand loosens and I grip the toy as hard as I can, but Iām too wet, my legs are not close enough, I can feel it moving away. ā1ā¦ 2ā¦ā no, no, Iām gripping as hard as I can but itās not enough, Iām almost pushing by mistake, ā3ā¦ 4ā¦ā, itās sliding, itās leaving me, as it bounces from my thigh before a dull thud is heard. ā5ā¦. Hhmmmm. You werenāt satisfied with my gift, you dropped it.ā His voice is intense but not angry, I know this is his game and this is what he wants, but I want more, I need more, I need stimulation as I stand bound, blind and void.
The red is near blinding as the silk is removed from my eyes, and my wrists are released in a simple perfect motion, only to be moved to the front and rebound. āChooseā he commands, as he stands back to reveal a selection of exquisite torture: a whip, a crop, a paddle and a belt. āThe beltā I quiver, āI deserve the beltā. āThen you shall have what you deserveā. He leads me to a bench, and lies with my front pressed against the leather, my arms are now over my head and my restraint joined to another to keep me in place, my feet remain on the floor as my hips straddle the edge of the bench. I am totally bound, and completely exposed to him. āI want you to countā he demands āyes sirā. āThis is for disobeying me, and throwing away my gift to you, my ungrateful little slutā. I love it when he calls me his slut, I feel owned, like I am his entirely, for his pleasure. I know I have all of his attention on me, and on nothing and no one else.
The belt has been folded over to shorten the length, the metal clasps firmly inside his grip. āCrackā the leather whips across my rear, the pain is sharp and dull at the same time ā1ā I shout, breathing deeper and deeper, Iām so wet, I want him to fuck me, fuck me hard, ā2ā, the sting more intense as he repeats the placement for a 2nd time. ā3ā this time centred, almost flicking my clit as it glances passed. ā4ā the sting again from the repeated action. Andā¦5, Where is 5? Iām owed one more, oh donāt make me wait, please donāt make me wait. Iām aching, my skin sensitised by my punishment. āYou look a little sore, am I pushing your limitsā, āNo sir, I deserve thisā I reply giving him confidence to continue our play.
I feel a warmth between my legs as his hands press against me, to open me wider for him. His soft to tongue runs across my labia to my clit, heās ākissing me betterā and oh fuck he is goodā¦
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