My master told me I had been such a good girl and deserved to be rewarded.

He took me to our bedroom and put a blindfold on me. Slowly, he starts taking off my shirt. My shorts slide past my hips and I can feel the heat building between my thighs in anticipation of what was to come. He grabs my hips and turns me around, unclasps my bra and it falls to the floor.

I feel hands brush across my ribs as they come around me and grasp my breasts. I arch into him and feel his hard length press into my ass. A moan escapes my lips and he steps back from me.

So slowly, he slides my panties down, pausing to kiss and lightly nips my ass. I gasp and he just chuckles.

Leading me to the bed, he lays me down and kisses me. I feel the cuffs tighten around my ankles first, then my wrists. So tight, I know I won’t be able to escape them this time. The thought of him buried deep inside of me makes me start dripping. Waiting to feel his touch again I writhe on the bed.

Finally, I feel hands on my thighs. Sliding up and up. My breath catches. A finger glides across my wetness and I whimper, “please”. His finger plunges deep inside of my pussy and he sucks on my clit. I pull on the chains and grind into his face. The feel of his hot mouth, licking and sucking while his fingers thrust inside of me brings me close to the edge.

I beg him, “please fuck me, daddy”. He pulls back from me for just a moment, lifts my hips and thrusts inside of me… hard. I moan and squirm against the restraints.

As I’m moaning and so close to cumming, I feel lips press hard against my mouth and I realize it isn’t my master that’s fucking me…. I start to panic and whimper.

My master strokes my hair and whispers against my mouth, “it’s okay, he’s your reward. Now be a good little slut and cum for him.” He continues kissing me and pinching my nipples.

I relax and the other man’s thrusts become harder and faster. His need becoming apparent. As he explodes inside of me, I lose myself and scream my pleasure for this stranger that my master has allowed to fuck and fill me.

The man leaves and my master removes my blindfold and asks, “did that feel good?” Blushing, with my eyes downcast I nod and whisper, “yes, master”. He smiles at me, kisses me softly and says, “do not feel guilty for your pleasure. I gave that to you. He was just a tool I used. You are mine.”