Story Inspired by Masturbation Monday
Bound. Helpless. Used. Open. His. I threw my head back as another orgasm ripped through me. I panted, moaned, and cried out to Him. He laid in our bed watching. I could feel his hardness pushing, begging to be let out of his pants. He only stroked himself through the fabric dedicating his attention to me. I was strapped; ankles, wrists, and thighs to the St. Andrews Cross.
He’d told me that I needed to feel his control over me so he’d clamped my nipples. He used the chain that hung between my lust swollen breasts to connect the second set of clamps that he graciously had attached to my cunt lips. When I stretched His body, it pulled on both sets of clamps. But he wasn’t done. Around my neck was a collar, one that he’d recently purchased. Across the front his name was beautifully displayed confirming what I knew. I was his to do as he pleased and in return, he’d take care of all of my needs. And still none of that was enough.
He’d inserted a medium anal plug and told me it was the only hole deserving to be filled today. He then explained that the reason was because it’s what he wanted. He then strapped a butterfly harness to my waist with the bullet directly beneath my clit. The tip touched the very bottom of my clit so that when he activated the vibrations, it teased it so. Afterwards, he’d sat in the very spot he was in now and pulled the remote from his pocket. I’d been given permission to cum and that gave away his evil Sadistic plans.
Here I am. Four orgasms later, writhing with need. I was drugged on the endorphins and barely able to focus. My desire to come had been sated but yet I needed more. I knew the reason, just as he. I wouldn’t be sated until he was. I’d allow him access to His vessel as long as it was needed.
I felt him move and I became hyper alert. He slid his hands to his waist and freed his erection. It was swollen, dripping, and finally ready for use. I’d been a good girl for him and it showed. He stroked his erection slowly and I felt the desire building in me. He’d powered the butterfly off and was now fueling me with him. I panted, needing this more than he. When he gripped his shaft tighter I knew he was getting close. I moaned and licked my lips wanting to crawl to him and lick his cock until it was sated.
His back arched toward his hand and my moans grew louder. I shook and trembled fighting the orgasm that had wound so tight that it hurt. I waited, needing his pleasure to cum before mine. His hand movements moved quickly and I could see his unbridled lust breaking through his control. He growled, moaned, groaned, gasped, and even howled his passion until the room echoed nothing but his sounds. I saw the first spurt released from him and it pushed me over the edge in the most intense orgasm forcing me to pass out into the most satisfying feeling of being his.
When I awakened it was into his arms on the bed. He held me tight. I tried to move but was restricted by his legs,arms, and the rest of his body. I sighed reveling in the fact that he is and always will be mine, and I His.