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4.7.2016: Desperation



On the wide leather padded table, I lay waiting. I was strapped to the table spread, the entire top of my body available for his use. I knew that he could very well release the straps holding me in place and demand my ass to him. I knew that he could demand anything and I wouldn’t be opposed. But this was His taste for today. With the blindfold in place, I couldn’t see what was coming. I should feel fear at the unknown but my muscles clenched, dwelling on the fact that I was His to use.

“Baby,” The endearment was whispered into my left ear. “Slut.” My eyes shifted to the right hearing his whispers in the other ear. Silence surrounded me again and my ears searched for any sounds from him.


Warmth enclosed over my left nipple before he sucked the sensitive peak into his mouth. I whined searching for more but the tormenting stopped before it had ever really begun. I whined needing more. Coolness circled my clit just before his mouth sucked, making me arch as much of my body as I could off the table. Just like that, he was gone again. I groaned cursing him. My nipples had tightened into a frenzy of nerves bunched to elevate the sensitivity at the tip.  My clit was throbbing insistently that I satisfy it with more from Him.

My brain short circuited when I felt teeth pulling on my right nipple. My body was flooded with enough desire that my cunt flooded. I was seconds away from an orgasm when he released it from his hold. I panted, seeing stars behind my eyes. The throbbing between my legs escalated to a solid continuous pounding in my groin that spread out to my thighs.

“Baby,” I heard in my left ear. I moaned wanting to please him. “Whore.” The word sent shivers down my body. When I was good, putting his pleasure first, I was his baby. It melted my heart making me the happiest girl on earth. Whore was what he called me when I did things that good girls didn’t do. I loved surprising him with kinky manifestations that he’d never expect. Licking his cock in the shower with my clothes on, cuffed, and a tongue vibrator does that to a guy. Question was, which was I right now?

“Baby.” I heard again in my left ear. “Cunt.” I moaned as I felt my earlobe being pulled between his teeth slowly.

My cunt shivered and perked at the mention of the word. My nipples were teased repeatedly and his mouth moved from one to the other building the fire inside my steadily. Expertly, he tormented my body into a hypersensitive state with each pull of my breasts. My thoughts tunneled into one continuous chant. “More!”

I felt something on my nipples that I couldn’t place at first. I felt a pull on my nipple that only intensified until I thought I’d cum and then it held steady. I knew then that the suction cup pulling at my erect nipple would have me a crying mess soon. I waited for the inevitable as the other nipple was forced to submit to the same torturous bliss. I felt fingers on my cunt stroking the juicy folds. Fingers penetrated me and I moaned loudly needing to cum.

“Not yet.” His voice was steady, controlled.

His fingers twisted and pumped inside of me making me ache for release. I held on to his words but my body trembled, longing to come for him badly. I felt the suction cup on my cunt and groaned. It pumped against me pulling at my already sensitive parts until the blood pulsed just beneath my skin. And then… nothing.

My body ached with need. I was desperate.

“Baby.” I heard again. “Whore.”

The decision had been made for me the moment that he denied my first pleas. All that was left for me to do was experience. Feel. Become. Detonate. I felt a lubed item parting my butt cheeks and I doubted that he’d get anything in. He lifted me the bit the restraints allowed and then there was a plug inside. I shook with the necessity to release, unable to fathom anything surpassing the pleasure causing havoc throughout my body. I could easily be tipped but I’d never fall without a fight. This was for him. His pleasure was my fate.

The cup was released on my cunt and he slid his fingers over the hypersensitive flesh. I bucked against his hand moaning. The urgency to come was more than I could bear. My moans, whines, and begging did little to get me what I wanted. I could feel his smile as he watched me writhe for him. The slaps of his hand to my burning cunt was what took me over the emotional edge pouring down my face. Tears streamed as I continued begging for release. To be touched, used, and finished.

“I’ll let you come when I’m ready.”

I moaned loudly calling him, begging, and promising anything that he wished of me. He didn’t respond. I felt a thud to my clit with a rod like item. It wasn’t one that I’d felt before. The thuds continued and after a while, I felt the thuds radiating through my cunt. They continued, increasing in speed until all I could do was feel. My body convulsed to the tempo of the music that this thing played. My clit was being punished for demanding attention and the tears flowed in silent submission to him. The begging from my lips never let up as I expressed how much I wanted to please him. The thuds grew harder and less frequent creating a deeper urgency. My begging festered into a mumbling mess of requests.

“You can come when the pencil stops torturing your clit.”

I gasped at the knowledge that it was pencil bringing me to my wits end. Shame washed over me but instead of it putting a damper on my mood, I was empowered by it. My begging became insistent and the pencil drummed to the rhythm of my demise. My body lightened and the room became quiet. Everything changed letting me know that his control over me had reigned supreme once again.


The damn flooded and sensations poured in from everywhere. Overwhelmed with ecstasy as endorphins rapid fired away in my brain, I drifted seeking the comfort that lay in the fog.

“Baby.” The word stirred warmth and I sought to hear it again.

“Baby, come back to me.”

I took the endearment and snuggled towards it. I heard chuckling.


I opened my eyes to look into His. I smiled and blinked trying to focus.

“Ah… no no no. Come back to me, baby.”

I opened my eyes once again. This time I could focus on him. His kiss pulled me into the moment and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His beard grounded me letting me know that I was where I needed to be as I reveled at the feel of it.


“That’s my baby.” I nodded and snuggled closer loving the pleased tone in his voice. It was the perfect ending to His scene. I blushed knowing that regardless to which persona I chose, I’d happily submit to His will and I had.

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