There is a specific pleasure in planning something out, then having it go as planned. It’s soothing and gratifying. And when those plans involve tying up a slut and forcing her to cum, there’s other levels of gratification at play.

But when those plans are delayed, it’s frustrating.

All I had to do was pack my car and leave my house before 3:30 for a business trip. That would give me enough time to check in, shower, stretch and invite the slut over. Only some last-minute work for a client was holding me up. I could feel the clock drag past 4 p.m. I knew what was lurking on the road for me, with a wall of rush hour traffic.

I let the slut know that I was going to be running late. When I was halfway there, I downed an energy shot, just to make sure I’d be physically able to use her as a fucktoy for hours.

But our rendezvous was now dipping into an 11 p.m. meet-up time, and she let me know that she didn’t feel safe about that. She offered to reschedule for 7 a.m.

I was barely able to sleep, my body wired with excitement and insomnia. By 6 a.m., I was awake before my alarm, and my cock was on full morning wood. I hadn’t cummed in days, letting that anticipation of a new fucktoy fill me. I started texting her, going over the nudes she had sent me, and stroking my cock, edging closer and closer to cumming.

She sent me a warning and apology that she was running 20 minutes late. I let her know that I’d make her apologize for real soon enough. Timing it just right, I showered to calm down and met her for a nice chat outside.

For her anonymity, we’ll call this sub Jay. I have a hunch they’ll be amused by that name, because it has a fun bit of androgyny to it. She’s nonbinary, AFAB, but does actually prefer to be called she or her. Sir if she’s topping you. At 5-foot-9, she’s one of the taller people I’ve ever played with, but I’m amused that I still feel significantly bigger than her.

She had short hair in a wild mess, high cheekbones and cute glasses. And the whole time we talked, I kept having to suppress stray thoughts about how I wanted to shove my cock down her throat, or bend her over in front of me, or drag her back to my room.

I hadn’t had anything to eat yet, so I asked if it would be OK to head back up to my suite for some muffins. I promised to be a complete gentleman until she was ready, and we headed up.

Inside, I let her know that she could take her mask off if she felt comfortable. I was very familiar with how masks had become a bit of a comfort item for people, a shield between them and strangers. And I knew that removing that shield was going to be the first of many.

“You can also take your jacket off,” I said.

Again, she very calmly and politely obeyed, folding her jacket and setting it next to the suite’s couch.

“Are you comfortable with me telling you to take other things off?” I asked.

It was like a switch flipped. The anxious, cute, enby nerd suddenly changed her posture and decided that she was a fucktoy slut.

“What would you like me to take off, Mr. Casey?”

First her shoes, then her shorts, then her shirt, leaving her in leggings, a camisole and panties.

I had her walk towards me and slowly turn around. I started with a hard squeeze of her firm little ass, then let my hands wander over her body. I dragged a chair to the middle of the room, sat her down in it, and pushed my cock into her mouth.

One of the first things that attracted me to her was her lips, full and pouty. I had a hunch they were perfect dick-sucking lips, and she was proving me right. No hesitation, with long, aggressive strokes down my shaft.

I could have let her make me cum right then and there, but I wanted to stay hard for a bit longer.

Instead, I picked her up and dragged her towards the bed, pushing her face into the mattress and forcing her butt in the air. My fingers dug into her tights and panties, peeling them down to her knees.

Her ass looked amazing, and her pussy lips were perfectly bulging out of her thighs. I took a moment to stroke her cunt, to feel the heat and the wet of her desire. She was a good little fucktoy.

But first, I needed to hurt her.

“When were we supposed to meet?” I asked.

I could feel her twitch with a little bit of nerves. I was lightly pressing my hand over her right ass cheek, letting her comprehend how big it was. Letting her understand that she was in trouble.

“Um, 7?”

“WRONG.”

I spread out my fingers and aimed it perfectly, leaving a nice, hard clap in the air. She immediately squirmed, let out a small squeal, and a bit of a moan.

I put my hand on her other ass cheek.

“What time were we supposed to meet?”

She gave it a second thought, and said, “11?”

“WRONG.”

Another hard clap against her ass. I took a moment to photograph the twin palm prints growing on her ass, then grabbed a paddle.

From here, the spanking escalated. She kept trying to adjust her answers, adding an a.m. or a p.m., but she only picked the times that she wasn’t able to keep, forgetting that I actually messed up the original meet-up time of 9 p.m.

She kept focusing on her mistakes, letting me spank her a lot more.

I eventually reminded her that it was initially my fault that we were late getting started, but that it was still going to be her that felt it. I started to count off nine hard smacks on her right ass cheek. She was able to handle five, so I gave the other four smacks to her left cheek.

With her butt glowing warm, I started to run my hands over her. She twitched from pain over the ass, but wiggle from lust when my fingers reached her pussy. I easily slid a finger inside of her, but could already feel her cunt squeezing against my knuckle.

“More, please, Sir,” she said.

It was such an amusing but pitiful beg. I was only just starting to use her, and this horny little slut was already begging for more fingers inside of her.

I peeled off the rest of her leggings, put her on her back, and started giving her a mix of two fingers inside of her and my tongue around her clit.

Normally, I try to build up that anticipation, and get a woman’s body ready to cum. I don’t go straight for the clit, and my fingers only tend to tease around the g-spot.

Jay, though, had a fairly large g-spot in her narrow little cunt. Both of my fingers could rub it at the same time, and that was amusing to me. I noticed her heating up fast, and decided to give her clit a stroking from my tongue.

The response was immediate, and I immediately felt a lustful greed slip over me. This fucktoy had a hair trigger. I had fucked only one other sub like this before. There was work to do.

“Did you cum, fucktoy?” I asked.

“Yes. Yes Sir.”

I kept stroking her pussy with my fingers. I could see her building up for another orgasm already.

“This is something you should be thanking me for, slut,” I said.

“Thank you Sir.”

On cue, I pushed hard and fast. Normally, this is something that would annoy and hurt. But for Jay, her wet little cunt was greedy, taking every thrust and pushing her to another orgasm.

“Thank you Mr. Casey,” she moaned.

I pulled on a condom, then grabbed her by the ankles. Folding her in half, my cock filled her. I was barely starting to get my speed up when she moaned another thank you. I started to fuck harder, pushing my cock as deep into her as I could, not giving her a chance to catch her breath.

She was on full-on, top-of-the lungs screaming as she came, trying to form words that sounded vaguely like “I’m cumming cumming cumming I’m cumming,” and “thank you thank you sir.”

I came hard, pleased with what I had found. We briefly took a moment to get some water, and she mentioned that she once tried to see how many times she could cum in an hour. She only got to 26 times in 30 minutes, because it was too sensitive for her to keep going.

That was just the kind of bait my sadism needed.

I started with my fingers again, only this time going directly to her clit. When she started cumming, I pushed harder, making her ride through that wave of pleasure.

I added a third finger, and her pussy took it.

“Can you try more?” she asked.

We were barely into our first 30 minutes of playing, and she was already begging to be fisted. But I figured even if I left her pussy a ruined mess, her mouth and ass were still going to be useful.

I started with four fingers, almost all of my right hand. But really, the pinky doesn’t add a lot of girth or dexterity, so I switched to the first two fingers from both hands. The screams, moans, cumming and thank yous spilled into each other.

I moved up into three fingers each. Her legs started to quiver, her hands started drifting down to subconsciously defend herself. I let her cum one more time, then moved over to the collection of our toys.

I shackled up her wrists, then connected the restraints to a collar around her neck. And with her hands now unable to pitifully try to stop me from using her pussy, I pulled out her dildo and some lube.

It was a pretty powder blue, and was an off-brand Bad Dragon. A mean Wyrm, if you will. It had some good girth and some fun ridges and bumps down the side, with a suction cup base.

About every minute, another loud, screaming thank you to me. Over and over. I mixed it up, some minutes rough, some minutes aggressive. Thank you, thank you, oooo thank you. I turned the dildo around every few orgasms, giving her new sensations and keeping her off-balance. Her toes curled to the point that they were throwing up gang signs.

Her legs were starting to annoy me, squeezing tight against my face whenever I licked her clit. So I grabbed some rope and took away her ability to close her legs, keeping her in a pleasantly spread pose.

I admittedly lost count of how many times she came when we hit around the 30 mark. I gave her a water break, but left her tied up with the dildo still deep inside her.

“Have you been keeping count?” I asked.

“Oh no,” she said.

I could tell that she was trying to remember each orgasm, giving herself a blow-by-blow of what happened to her this morning. It was making her start to squirm again, and rub against the dildo inside of her. I lightly started to brush against her clit, and she began to cum again.

This time, I finally decided to untie her. She was a little shaky, but still had some energy. I had her sit on my cock. The second I reached down to rub my thumb over her clit, she exploded again.

“Ah, fuck you!” she squealed out, losing her submissive nature, but still helpless to my control.

I grabbed her by her hips and fucked her hard. I was impressed by how after a fisting and then a long, hard toy session, her pussy lips still had some grip to them. She wasn’t as tight as she was when we started, but she was already recovering.

Still, I needed something tighter. I started to rub her ass, and got a long, low moan out of her.

“Please Sir,” she said, the submissive desires flooding back. “Please fuck my ass.”

I lubed her up, letting her gasp from the cold touch as I pushed it inside of her. She was tight, but again, very elastic. Sometimes I need to take up to an hour to stretch out an asshole to the point that it can take my cock. Instead, her hole was begging to be filled. I started to slowly push into her tight little asshole.

“Please Mr. Casey, fuck me,” she said. “Fuck my ass. Hard.”

She was a dirty little slut begging to be used and hurt. I couldn’t resist. I railed into her, pounding her body and not caring about anything but using her holes to cum. When I finally unloaded, I felt that wave of exhaustion and pleasure.

It was only 10:30 a.m. In theory, I needed to get up, get going and go to work. But even in my gassed state, I needed to snuggle with her, and stroke her, and finger her, and make her yelp.

Eventually we arranged for her to stay passed out in bed while I went to work, and we started plotting out our plan for the night.