A Fantasy - Kink & BDSM
Further into A First Time
She took a shuddering, deep, breath and began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly revealing her black laced bra, cocooning breasts he found himself wanted to dive between. Licking his lips, he smiled as a thought again flitted across his mind about what a bizarre situation this was. She handed him her blouse and he hung it next to her jacket. Her breathing deepened further and she was licking her own lips as she looked unseeingly straight at him, reaching around to unclasp her bra. It dropped away and her milky white tits bounced as they found freedom, her nipples erect and blushed. He wanted to reach for them, cup their weight in his palms, feed greedily on her nipples, lick around her areolas, but he held back, drinking in the sight of her as she held her bra towards him.
"Good girl. Nice tits... for a convict" he said, as he took it and she smiled shyly in her dark world.
She slowly unzipped her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor, before stepping out of it and bending to pick it up. She held it out and, as he hung it up she hooked thumbs into her matching lace underwear and slowly eased them down, clearly sodden, stepping out of them and revealing her beautifully trimmed brunette quim as she straightened. She held her panties out for him to take, but he was distracted, intoxicated by her femininity on display and he took his time before collecting them from her.
Christ, he thought as he put them on a shelf, you could wring them out. The musk coming from them, now on his hands, was more heady and delightful to his nostrils than the most expensive of Parisian perfume.
She removed her stockings, peeling them slowly down one shapely leg at a time and he thought she must know how erotic that was to watch. He carefully put them away also.
There she was in all her glory, looking so vulnerable and beautiful, curving as only a woman can, inflaming his desire to new heights. He quietly wolf whistled and she smiled. His cock refused to be restrained now, feeling impossibly constricted in his pants and he released it, removing his own trousers and boxer shorts around his tumescence. His shirt and socks quickly followed, carelessly, as he battled to control the urgency his body was feeling, watching her standing there somewhat bashfully.
"I want you to raise your arms straight above your head and do a slow 360 spin for me, so I can see the goods from all angles" he growled and she nodded in response, starting to turn.
As she rotated for him, he basked in the glow of her womanly figure, with a yearning to possess her, enjoying the strength of his desire pushing his heart to beat like a jackhammer, pulsing hard through his extremities. She stopped, facing him again and he stepped in close.
She must have felt his heat as she gasped slightly, swaying. He reached down and placed his hands lightly on the outside of her thighs, again eliciting a gasp and then heavy intake of breath at the sudden, intimate contact. He traced his fingernails up either side of her flank and then around behind, over her shoulder blades before coming back down her spine, feeling her shiver with delight and hearing her whinny slightly in her throat. As he reached past her lower back he took her buttocks in hand and pulled her onto him, her tits against his chest, his cock hard against her soft belly. His lips were suddenly pressed to hers and she yielded without hesitation, opening, beckoning him in. His tongue pushed forwards, questing, searching and meeting hers... the explosion of sensations a riot of endorphins at that first touch and they stayed there kissing passionately, wrapping arms around each other for a moment. He could have laid her down and made sensual love to her there and then, but that wasn't the plan in the slightest, not what this night was about. He pulled away and again she made noises of longing for him as he broke contact.
Christ Almighty, he thought, I need to stay on point here. He reached forwards and tweaked her nipples between fingers and thumbs, gripping them hard and giving them a slight pinch and twist. That had the desired effect of shocking her and refocusing him.
"You naughty wench," he admonished "you distracted me there with your womanly curves and you'll pay a price for that"
"Oh Daddy I'm sorry" she whimpered as he continued to hold her by the nipples. That caught him by surprise too, no one had called him daddy before and he wondered where that was coming from, trusting it was healthy.
He dropped his fingers and considered his next steps.
"Right, time I put you to work, slut" he said coldly and he reached for the handcuffs. He secured them around her wrists as she stood there silent and compliant. The ankle cuffs he wasn't sure would work like that on this wedge, so he placed them just under her knees, at the top of her calves, feeling that would likely hold her in a better position.
"I'm going to guide you down onto the bed and then over the rack that I'm going to use to hold you in place while I violate you. You're not to speak or resist" he growled again.
She nodded agreement and he took her hands to guide her down to the futon. Then, on her hands and knees, to climb and be stretched out over the wedge, her face dipping towards the sheets and her backside pointing upwards at an almost 45 degree angle, hanging over the edge of the bed. As she wriggled to get comfortable, he pulled each arm backwards below her, clipping the handcuffs onto the attachment points on the sides of the wedge, her hands resting palms up on the mattress. From either side he then pulled the leg cuffs to meet their anchor points, spreading her thighs into a comfortably wide position, her body now draped over the wedge. As he stepped backwards to admire his work, his eyes widened with hot lust looking at how beautifully exposed and vulnerable her arse and pussy were in that position... the latter now glistening and dripping from her labia, swollen with excitement and flushed with colour. He leaned in and took great pleasure inhaling her body's natural perfume again, heightening his own arousal at the thought of tasting her.
"You're making a mess on my bed" he barked and gave her a playful smack on her arse.
"Sorry sir, I'll clean anything you want up with my mouth" she said
"Your attitude is improving already in that position," He snorted, reaching for the ball gag "but I have my own plans for using that pretty mouth of yours tonight."
They hadn't discussed what equipment he might use on her, so he thought she might baulk at the first touch of this, but she quietly complied as he brought it up from below her hanging head, taking it into her mouth as he pulled it tight and secured it behind her head. It forced her mouth to remain open.
She made some sounds and he said "nod if that is comfortable". She gave a quick nod and he placed a folded towel on the sheet below her mouth, in case she did end up drooling. Next, he reached for the ear plugs. Whilst he'd rather she could hear more clearly, he sometimes slept with earplugs and knew that you can still hear the normal volume of close voices relatively easily. They mainly seemed to reduce the intrusion of more distant or overly loud sounds, and it was part of her request in reducing these external stimuli.
"Don't go anywhere" he quipped, slapping her arse again as he left the room, and hearing her unintelligible attempt at a response. He'd realised he should have sorted out some signals if he was going to go hard on her and wondered how to do that with her unable to talk or move much. He quickly decided to cut squares from a couple of towels, one red and one green, before returning to her.
"I'm wrapping a small piece of towel around your fingers and holding it there with an elastic band" he said. "Although you're handcuffed you can wiggle you hands to wave the cloth and get my attention if needed. Right hand is green and signals keep going or stronger, left hand is red and means stop or soften what I'm doing. Is that clear?"
She nodded
"Which is green?" he grilled her.
She flapped her right hand about.
"Perfect" he said, running his fingers up her right arm and down her back to rest at the start of the cleft between her buttocks for a moment, tapping his fingers in thought.
He now looked at this woman restrained, blindfolded and gagged in a most intensely vulnerable position and reached for his camera, taking black and white shots from a variety of angles and distances, clearly showing close ups of her dripping snatch and almost pulsating, puckered anus, pulling at him with an almost gravitational force. He once again revelled in her sweet, musky scents and his anticipation of exploring her shortly. Her holes were arranged to be in the perfect position for his throbbing cock as he stood beside the low futon, ready for when that time arrived. He would be taking her standing, giving him all the leverage of his 6 foot frame.
He was more than ready to be inside her, but he had grander plans to complete before he would explore those depths.
He reached for the heavy suede rigger's gloves and slipped them on. They looked clumsy and hugely out of place for the setting, hadn't been something she'd asked for, but he liked the idea and it felt appropriate for the experience. He kneeled on the carpet and placed a roughly gloved hand on each of her dainty soles, dangling over the edge of the bed, before wrapping his fingers around to grip her feet tightly, squeezing and enjoying the thrill of control as she squeaked behind her gag, tightening against the leg restraints. He repeated this clamping and releasing with his strong grip as he moved slowly over her ankles and up both legs.
Grip. Squeeze. Release. Move. Digging his gloved thumbs and finger tips into her pliable flesh and leaving quickly fading pressure marks behind as he moved up her.
She was making some sort of slow sighing noises in her throat in time with his movements and these escalated to a higher pitch as he moved up the back of her exposed thighs, his face inches from her exposed mound, feeling a delightful heat radiating from it.
He hadn't planned on this yet, but the urge took him as he gripped the back of her upper thighs, strong thumbs peeling and rotating them outwards, forcing her buttocks and labia further apart... and he pushed his face into her strongly. His nose burying between her open arse cheeks, feeling her anus quiver on him, her musk utterly divine and his mouth taking her fragrantly wet and open labia in hungrily. She let out a cry at the shock and he maintained his vice like grip as the tip of his tongue now lapped at her, exploring her outer folds, delighting in how she tasted as he consumed her wetness. That combination of firmness from his gloved grip forcing her thighs, buttocks and labia apart, combined with the delicate touch of his swirling tongue, making her writhe in the restraints. He sucked and pulled on her with his lips, allowing his tongue to slip down and gently pass over and around her clit lightly before plunging inside her, her moaning peaking in that briefest of touches to her love button and then settling back into rhythmic sighs coming from her throat as he ate her out, behind the sound of his own blood pounding in his ears. He leaned his weight against her, his nose and mouth pressing in hard as he darted his tongue deeper into her honeypot.
She was wetter than he could believe, her juices flowing over his tongue like a torrent as he scooped and drank her in greedily, the excess flowing down through his beard and dripping off onto the edge of the bed, leaving sticky trails as it fell from his chin. She tasted heavenly, he thought and he licked the rear wall of her pussy, the tip of his nose nudging into the pulsating external sphincter of her anus... before pulling away again and relaxing his grip to move his hands up over her arse cheeks, clasping them and driving them in this direction and that, kneading them, working them, as he now leaned in and started rimming her damp arsehole. He pulled her cheeks apart further and, as she opened, pushed his tongue within, feeling her shiver once again as he penetrated her orally. He rolled his tongue and pushed it as deep as possible, to her noticeable groaning, before tracing the tip down the inside of her smooth walls from various angles, her more intense sounds music to his ears.
After several minutes greedily eating her arsehole out, he once again withdrew, standing up straight, with his gloved hands sliding up over her hips before clamping on either side, circling her waist. He gripped her, pulled her back towards him, against the restraints, as if he was going to mount her and she gasped loudly. He brought the engorged head of his circumcised cock up and rested it at the top of the cleft of her buttocks, before leaning in with his weight and pressing the shaft down, filling her arse crack and letting her feel his desire for her as it nestled along her groove, his balls now getting wet from her juices as he rested there. As hard as it was to resist plunging himself deep inside, this was enough at this stage he felt, as he had a process in mind here. He ground down on her though and let her feel his want for her behind the steely grip of the gloves around her waist... and she arched her back groaning for him.
He loosened his grip around her waist and continued up her flanks, his weight still pressing on her from behind. Grip. Squeeze. Release. Move. Once he reached her shoulders he switched to her restrained arms, pinned back and to the side, starting with her hands. Taking them and digging his gloved thumbs into various pressure points on her palms, through the red and green towelling, kneading and forcing any tight points to release. He squeezed her hands with his grip, her joints making a few satisfying cracks and pops, before releasing and moving slowly up over her arms in the same slow process. Back at her shoulders he dug his fingertips into her flesh, releasing the tension from muscles leading up her neck, slowly and subtly working the gloves until they fully encircled her delicate throat. He could feel her breathing and pulsating carotid artery as he tightened his grip slightly, her sounds reduced to an almost nervous high pitched murmur escaping her.
As he leaned further forwards over her he noticed the towel below her now had a significant damp patch and strings of drool were cascading from her open, gagged, mouth. I guess that ball gag works he thought, wondering what that sensation would feel like.
As he leaned more of his body down onto her back, his cock still nestled along the line between her arse cheeks, his weight somewhat on his outstretched arms, his hands pinning her neck down, he allowed his grip to soften and release. His chest now pressed against her back and his full weight was now pinning her down on the wedge, his breath hot against her left ear. His hands moved under her and roughly found her waist again, gripping her under him before pushing further under and his fingers started prodded around her soft belly, weighted down by his presence. He slid his hands up and, not gently, took a handful of her tits in each glove, lying there on top of her, pawing her and breathing heavily in her ear, the shaft of his cock now pulsating against the upper cleft of her buttocks, the head hard between his own belly and her back.
She quivered under him as he gave a low growl and whispered in her ear. "I know you want this, you want that little slut inside you to be exposed, to rise to the surface and show what she's capable of. I'm going to pull her up from inside you, make her beg for me to stop, while I take her and make her mine. She's going to please me in any way I choose. Nod if you understand how serious I am." She almost wailed behind the gag and nodded as well as she could, while his weight bore down on her, crushing her against the foam. "Good girl" he whispered, licking her ear and finding her rock hard nipples with a gloved finger and thumb, pinching and twisting them again. She vocalised that shock at the sudden increase in sensation again and gave a muffled sharp yelp.
He climbed off her, removed the gloves and left the room without a word. This was thirsty work he thought and downed a full glass of water in the kitchen. He felt she'd probably need something soon as she was losing a lot of fluid from both ends, so he filled a jug with mineral water, a few slices of lemon and some ice cubes before returning to her with a couple of glasses. Obviously she couldn't drink in her current position, but he'd give a her a drink when that changed later. He had a delicious thought and asked if she'd like an ice cube in her mouth behind the gag. She nodded and he slid two fingers in around the ball, stretching her lips to allow him to slide the ice cube in... she almost chocked for a second but them sighed in obvious enjoyment of the refreshment. His thought not completed, he picked another ice cube out of the jug and ran it from her neck, down along her spine, down between her buttocks and held it against her anus.
She yowled behind the gag and thrashed against the restraints for a second at the shock on her most private parts, before melting into the wedge further. He held it there, rubbing and pushing it against her anus, the melting water sliding down over her pussy, mingling with her own wetness. He slid the cube down, tracing it over her lips and pushing it inside her for a moment. Again she gasped at that cold shock and this time he pushed a couple of fingers into her, moving the ice cube around just inside her. He pulled it out and took it in his mouth, enjoying both the sensations and her taste. He returned his fingers to her warm wetness and started exploring her, working deeper and more powerfully, stroking rhythmically as she answered him with her muffled vocal reactions and flooding lubrication coating his hand. He leaned in and bit her left buttock, teasingly holding her flesh between his teeth as he fingered her, now curling first 2 fingers and then a third inside and downwards to stroke the front wall, hunting for her g-spot. He brought his thumb up to gently circle her engorged clit as he did so. Bingo! He thought as her vocal intensity suddenly increased dramatically in volume and she became restless, pulling and bucking against the restraints.
He maintained the pressure and tempo, gripping her drenched cunt at times as he continually pushed those three fingers in and pulled them out slightly, probing, hearing the squelching of her juices. Forwards and downwards, stretching her sideways with their width and stroking and fluttering around her g-spot while his thumb lightly explored the folds around her clit, sometimes onto her pubis above, where he would use more force and leverage to somewhat clamp his grip more strongly internally and tug back at her before pushing back in. He nibbled and bit on the back of her thighs and arse cheeks as he worked on her, feeling the tension in her soft, ribbed walls start to increase as she struggled against him, almost shrieking behind the gag.
And he suddenly withdrew, to a deep guttural groan of frustration from her as she lay there panting, turning her head trying to look at him, as if to say "What the fuck are stopping for!?"
But he wasn't ready for her to climax yet, he wanted those peaking waves to build and subside before that first dam wall was broken. He cracked his hand across her arse, leaving the print of his hand across both cheeks. She shrieked at the unexpected pain and went limp.
"I see you Vixen" he said, "You're not to go over the edge until I give you permission to do so" To which she almost screamed her pent up annoyance through the ball gag and thrashed about. "No point in resisting, I'll break you in like a bucking horse if I need to" he growled in response to her misbehaviour "It's time you learnt what some punishment looks like". She went quiet, still panting, a light sheen of sweat on her back. He leaned in and ran his tongue from her buttock cleft along the vertebra of her lower back, tasting her saltiness.
He leaned over and grabbed the flogger, wondering how this would go, what her pain response might be.
He ever so lightly trailed the numerous strands of suede leather up her right leg, over her buttocks and up her back, resting them between her shoulders.
"I see that demanding slut is on display now and I'm going to flog her, mark her, break her." he rumbled beside her right ear. "You need to relax and go with this."
"Remember your hand signals" he warned as an afterthought and she gave an almost imperceptible nod.
He'd only had one previous partner who'd wanted to be whipped and then only extremely lightly. He'd also never had a particularly strong compunction to seriously hurt someone that way... today was going to be a different animal he thought, as his sexual energy wanted this release too. She'd requested this, another part of her fantasy that this whole process was about, bringing it to the surface, pulling from deep within her into the light these dark sadomasochistic needs... so he felt he needed to gauge his strength carefully. He didn't want to err on the side of caution and leave her without the marks she'd wanted in her fantasies, but also didn't want to damage this beautiful woman... too much.
He'd spent 8 years at an all boys Catholic School in the north west of the UK, at a time when corporal punishment was dished out regularly and he'd had many daily beatings by Catholic Brothers with a vicious, inch thick, several inch wide, 2 foot long leather strap in the early years, until he'd learned to be less obvious in his childhood rebellions. His palms would often thicken in response during term time and the pain always dissipated quickly enough to continue his studies and sport, so he knew a body had mechanisms to respond to and suppress pain. Indeed he used to sometimes return to class smirking at the wide eyed looks from friends who knew he'd just had 6 of the best in the corridor or staff room. Again. You gritted your teeth and retreated inwards, developing that resilience that they couldn't touch, using your breath to release the pain. He briefly wondered why these thoughts were rising now, but they swept past in the blink of an eye, carried away in the torrent of his pulsating and dominant sexual energy, as he looked down on her, naked and exposed.
He knew how pain was inflicted without damage. He'd lived it. He knew he could take her to the edge and bring her back. Perhaps this was as much about what he needed to let rise in him and be expressed, as about what she needed done to her
As he approached this, he felt more calm, resolute in the face of the upcoming measured violence and control he was about to wield on her. There was a responsibility that came with it.
He held the flogger lightly in his right hand and stepped back slightly, gauging the distance that would allow him a full extension in the swing as he brought it down over her upraised buttocks, without the tips curling round to sting her more delicate areas.
He placed the flogger over her buttocks, giving her an idea of where it was going to strike. He breathed lightly, steadying and focusing himself as he slowly raised this weapon above his head. He held his breath and brought it down hard and fast with a measured strength that he trusted himself to apply. The 27 strands of 4mm wide suede struck sideways from her left side, high across both buttocks, centred perfectly and biting into her flesh with something halfway between a resounding crack and a meaty slap, cutting through the air. Red welts shot out across her milky white skin, mostly in the central strip where the strands were most concentrated. Her scream, whilst muffled by the ball clamped within her mouth and her copious amounts of saliva dripping around it, was shockingly powerful and guttural to his ears. She lay there panting heavily, quivering and making low sounds through her breaths. He put his mouth to her right ear and repeated his earlier warning "Remember your hand signals". She nodded breathlessly but her hands stayed down. "Well done." he rewarded her, running a hand over the angry welts, her buttocks shivering under his touch.
"One more from the other direction there before I move on" he told her. She gave no response this time, head pushed down against the cushion near the sheets.
He shifted to her right side, eyed the same distance and repeated the process with identical force. He knew from his school days that it's often the first strike that's the biggest shock, lighting up the pain receptors almost to overload, with subsequent impacts feeling more bearable. And so it seemed for her as she grunted and took this one with short, sharp breaths but no scream. He was suitably impressed as he looked at the redness now burned into her arse and bent down, raining kisses along the area as he told her what a good slut she was. Her skin was radiating heat and he fished for another ice cube, rubbing it all over the livid welts. She sighed, repeatedly wriggling her arse from side to side under his cooling caress. He noticed her anus was making small spasms and he just rested the tip of his left forefinger directly on her as he iced her buttocks, she sighed more heavily, taking in his finger tip ever so slightly, clenching and releasing against him as she moved. God that felt good on his finger he thought and his cock pulsated that bit harder in anticipation of it's own turn inside her.
He left what remained of the ice cube to melt and slide down between her cheeks as he moved up to her lower back, rubbing vigorously over her skin there, stretching and smoothing it out in preparation. He felt this was perhaps more delicate than her rounded and padded buttocks, with more chance of wrap around to sting her soft underbelly, so he moderated his swing slightly. The same resounding *thwack* resulted, however, and it lit her up, with another bursting shriek and almost panicked breathing... he knew it was a pain control technique and again she was brave enough not to raise her left hand in protest. The welts looked almost more livid here, running slightly diagonally from her left side down towards her right hip, well centred. He moved to her right side, caressed her skin again and then brought the flogger down, a fraction harder, running down and across towards her left hip this time. She took this one with a more focused and prolonged, powerful squeal and he saw that she now knew what to expect and how to let that pain out positively..at least a little. He admired the criss-cross of welts over her lumbar spine and sacrum and realised he was satisfied with his work there.
He now wanted to see the rest of her back marked like that. Leave his visible signature on her. Knowing that she'd see this in the mirror and feel it for days, with him in mind, made him swell further and want to take her hard right there... but he estimated she had another 6 strikes coming before he'd be happy with the coverage. He took the end of the handle on the flogger and stroked it up the inside of her left thigh as she sighed heavily. As it reached her still sopping lips he gently pushed the end of the handle in and she pushed back as much as she could, taking an inch inside her and groaning as her labia parted to it. He held it there as he rubbed her lower back for a moment letting her perform small gyrations against it, quietly moaning in unison with her restricted movements.
And so it was he proceeded in the same vein, marking her back, first from one direction and then the other, until he stood back, inspecting his creation. She had taken all remaining 6 heavy strikes with grunting, measured outbursts around her gag and he could almost hear her own satisfaction at taking his beating. He grabbed his camera again and recorded his artwork on her back to enjoy another time.
Bending down he kissed her neck and slid his hand around to cup her left tit, stroking her nipple. "That was impressive," he whispered, "now lets see how well you take me riding you, like the slut we both know you are"
She gave a sigh of obvious desire and nodded eagerly.
He came around and stood directly behind her again, knowing that he was finally going to fuck her, his cock twitching and throbbing with desire and anticipation. The heat, as he closed in on her, radiating off her sex like an open fire and he felt his own juices answering, dripping from him. He reached for the riggers gloves again but decided he wouldn't grip her hips to hold her as he mounted her, just yet, but would just nudge her labia with his swollen glans, no other touch. As he felt the first light kiss of her wetness on him, it was his turn to shiver and he held still as she moaned and visibly strained against the restraints, pushing backwards on his cock to force her labia open around him. She could only move an inch or so and it was just his engorged, bulbous head that entered, stretching her labia open around it and causing a deep groan from her.
He started to rock his hips ever so slightly, feeling the wet warmth of her slipping and sliding back and forth over his oh so sensitive glans.
"Just the dick head" he growled "Don't let me in. Make me force it in"
She tightened her pelvic floor muscles against his touch, trying to block his entry. He caught himself making a groan of his own as the most delightful, spine tingling sensations swept through him and decided now was the time to enter her fully.
He reached down, gripping either side of her hips firmly with the rough gloves, planting his feet firmly into the carpet... and thrust his full length quickly and easily into her hot, wet, slippery cunt, despite her best efforts to keep him out. She yielded to him, letting out a delightfully loud groan of surprise and satisfaction as she took every inch of him in, her juices pushing out around him onto his balls with a squelch.
He stood like that for a moment, his victim impaled on his spear. Her clear enjoyment and the sensations coming from feeling her wrapped fully around him made him feel like his whole body was inflating, his cock pulsating powerfully in her. He leaned forwards, lowering his belly and chest onto her back, letting her fully take his weight again as he reached around for her tits pressed into the wedge. As he took them in hand, holding her, pinned down with his cock stiff and strong inside her, he savoured the almost synchronised beating of their hearts, her silky pussy seemingly pulsing in time with his cock. He nuzzled at the back of her neck for a moment hearing her sigh, while he rumbled to her. He pushed himself back up to standing, still fully penetrating her, before pulling himself from her clasping flange. He took a moment to enjoy seeing her glistening wetness all over him, before re-entering, amidst her groans.
He started fucking her, with full, slow strokes, feeling the slight suction of her cervix on the end of him at full penetration, and the rippling sensations as her soft, ribbed walls and hidden folds gripped at and pulled on his length. He long-stroked her like that, balls slapping against her. Her moans rose in pitch, both settling into that familiar rhythm, as old as time itself. Her pussy was perfectly designed to milk him and he could feel it at work.
She was starting to get heated under him, pushing and pulling against her restraints as if trying to escape his now stronger, more powerful thrusts. He began altering his angles of attack, exiting and then re-entering her from slightly different directions, gyrating his now iron-hard cock around inside her hot gusset. Hearing her pleasure increase as she lost herself to being taken, helpless to do anything but yield to him, in waves of sound, sensation and motion from them both. He angled himself downwards, feeling his swollen head rubbing more strongly along her front vaginal wall. Her whole body began to tighten and quiver like an archer's bow at full extension, her throaty groans rising to gag-muffled, warbled gasps as she approached her climax.
"You BETTER NOT cum on my cock," he growled at her "I'll pull it out..." But she was too far gone to reply.
He thrust forwards again and, this time, as his cock pushed over her g spot, she bucked hard under him, losing any control within, her shrieking orgasm ripping through her. She convulsed and thrashed desperately against him and her handcuffs, pulling in all directions, gripped by these waves of pleasure, but there was no escaping his hardness. He was the rock for her to dash herself against and he now stood still, pushed hard up against her. This hot, soft, pulsating creature fully held in his vice-like grip on her hips, his throbbing rod deep inside for her to grip and release against. He let out a low sigh himself as he felt her pussy rippling and clenching along his length, spasming repeatedly for what seemed like minutes against his indomitable hardness.
He luxuriated in those sensations, quietly soaking them up as his own breath slowed and she finally came out of the breathy haze she'd been lost to, now limp over the wedge. He looked down seeing her juices foamed white on him and her deeply red, swollen labia. He slowly withdrew, still fully erect and demanding despite this devilish woman having tried to finish him... and he wanted more of her.
As she lay there panting and sighing over and over, he ran a now gloveless hand over her flank, up between her shoulder blades and took a handful of her hair. He pulled her head up from where it had been hanging down against the cushion.
"THAT," he said "was the first sign that I'm properly breaking you in and making you mine."
She gasped further, her neck strained and stretched, before he let go and her face dropped back down.
He left the room, calling behind him "YOU need to think about your behaviour and make sure you're ready to continue being a pleasing whore for me on my next assault of your defences. Prepare yourself"
He heard her groaned response from the hall.
He fetched the surprise he had for her. He'd left it close to the fire, warming gently over that preceding hour or so. As he picked it up he was satisfied that it was pleasantly warm in his hands.
She'd said in conversation that, since having children, she'd often struggled to orgasm vaginally, with extended periods of not managing it all. She'd gone on to discover that, when penetrated anally, her orgasms had returned, but were different from those of her past garden-variety intercourse... stronger, more intense, almost as if she was on the verge of losing bladder control at times, she'd said. Indeed she said she had even squirted and gushed several times, using her dildos that way, something that had knocked her for six and had her running to google what had actually happened that first time.
Her sharing of these private intimacies had given him something to aim for here, he wanted to push her, ride her hard up to that level. He'd had one past partner who would regularly gush over him, whether his cock or his face and he was excited at the prospect of opening up this young filly to be able to do so more regularly.
He re-entered the room and she was now breathing normally, apparently calm and relaxed.
"I'm ready to continue now" he barked "I have a surprise for you..."
She nodded, a happy and affirmative noise in her throat.
He had wondered which way to use this strap-on to best effect on her. He'd not used one before and it could apparently be attached either above or below his genitals. He'd thought about getting something smaller than his own erect manhood, to use anally, but had settled on something of similar size. He knew he wanted to fuck her arse himself, so he closed the straps around and under his perineum and arse cheeks, leaving the silicone dong hanging at a fairly horizontal angle below his upward thrusting cock. He chuckled internally at the sight of now having two almost identical cocks... albeit one strongly coloured and pulsating.
He reached for the lube. She certainly didn't need it for her sopping gash, and while he could use her own juices at a push here, he felt the added lubrication, this first time at least, should allow him inside her tight anus with less struggle for her. He rested his right forefinger, with a little cooling lube on it, against her quivering anus. She sighed as he lightly pushed the tip of his finger through and into her darkness, the lube allowing an easy glide. Once inside he rotated his finger back and forth, to ensure good coverage. She was making soft noises as he did so and he then hooked his finger downwards, applying a little pressure to the anterior wall of her anal canal, palpating in a semi circle, testing for her tightness. He tugged gently down and backwards, opening her up, lightly stretching the powerful internal muscles of her pelvic floor, feeling them relax and soften slightly as he relented. She groaned deeply.
He enjoyed his work.
He went on to repeat the process to either side and then to the posterior wall, before withdrawing his finger from her now more relaxed and slightly gaping arsehole.
He brought the head of his swollen cock up and rested it against her, feeling her shiver of delight ripple through her buttocks. He then reached down and touched the moulded and realistic head of the silicone strap-on to her still dripping labia... strings of her natural lubrication hanging down to the mess she'd made on the sheet below her. She gasped with obvious surprise as he gently leaned in, feeling both holes being entered simultaneously, his lube laden cock stretching her tight little anus around it as he felt it pop slightly around his swollen head and then clamp down onto his shaft. The dildo attached to his groin followed suit perfectly, filling her soft, wet minge, as he continued his journey inside her. Her groan, deeper and more drawn out than before, as he slowly reached for her depths. Once fully inserted, he stood motionless for a good 30 seconds, just enjoying the reciprocal pulsating inside her and allowing her to adjust to the idea of this double penetration. Her breath was shallow and fluttering in her throat as she lay there, fully skewered in both holes.
The moment he began to withdraw, feeling the soft suction and grip around his shaft, she made the most satisfying of groans, and he allowed her stretched, external anal sphincter to momentarily grip and spasm on his head at almost full withdrawal, lightly pulling her anus outwards with his girth.
He pushed again into her, more forcefully this time.
She was moving her limbs again against the restraints, slowly but restlessly, making some dark muffled noises as he slowly but surely began to arse fuck her, filling her fully. He reached the tempo he wanted, not hard, not fast, but a middle ground... there was no need to pound her with this level of stimulation, cunt and arsehole working together in unison. He knew this wouldn't take either of them long as he'd been hard and aroused for so long and the strength of her reactions, both physically and vocally, under him, were signs that she would be likely going over the edge again shortly. She was at full volume now, as he pumped her, her shrieks filling the room despite the gag, her body bucking and gyrating beneath his onslaught.
As the pitch and frequency of her screams increased, he could feel his sap rising strongly. He could feel his essence being drawn almost from his extremities with a gravitational pull towards his tool as it charged. He felt powerful with this woman almost begging for mercy under him and he wasn't of a mind to grant her relief, she would take his load, sprayed deep inside her rectum. As these thoughts ricocheted around his mind and he felt on the verge of unleashing in her, she emitted a howling scream, shuddering to the point he had to keep his grip on her hips tight to hold her in place. She erupted onto his balls and thighs, liquid flooding out around the pumping strapped dildo, over him and onto the now sodden sheets. It was like someone had thrown a bucket of delightfully warm water over his thighs, while her anal canal began clamping and releasing powerfully over and over on his primed cock.
She continued shuddering and screaming through her drooling, gagged mouth, breathing like a steam train and lost in her internal release. It pushed him to the heights he craved as he reached the point of no return. His own body started shuddering as muscles deep within, beyond conscious control, switched on. Contracting. Pumping. Releasing.
He felt his semen flood up and erupt from his cock like a volcano spewing its lava, blowing everything in it's path aside, opening his sexual channels fully. His pelvic floor muscles contracting and relaxing over and over with a strength that made him stagger and lean forwards against her still shuddering arse, letting out his own guttural snarl, his toes curling in ecstasy, his eyes rolling and unseeing in that moment. He slumped forwards onto her back, pinning her as she continued softly mewling in the aftermath of her release, snorting and shuddering over her. He lay on her, heavily, spent, feeling his cock gradually draining his remaining seed into her, slowly softening inside her arse. Their juices mingling and oozing out, over her anus and vagina, warm around his genitals and legs, dripping down in sticky strings from both well-used holes.
He gradually recovered and pushed off her, withdrawing his cock and the strap on with soft, wet noises. She shuddered again as he did so, giving an emotion-laden, long and tremulous sigh.
He flopped on to the bed beside her, his eyes glazed and staring blankly at the ceiling, before reaching over and releasing the straps holding the ball gag in her mouth. It dropped clear onto the sheet, her excess saliva hanging in webs from her still open and now panting mouth.
"Oh. My. God" was all she could say in the moment. "Sir" she added as an afterthought, and he patted her flank as they both lay in silence. Finally she said "I never even thought I could cum that hard... the things you did... my body's reaction... I thought I might pass out for a moment, I was seeing little sparks of light dance before my eyes."
"Thank you." she added warmly
"I'm glad." was all he could come up with, as he gazed at her spent form smiling. "Good girl."
He reached over and started unclipping her from the wedge. She groaned as she clambered off, after being stuck in the same position for a good 90 minutes. He lifted the wedge off the futon and lay back next to her, their bodies side by side. "Hold me, Daddy" she whispered, snuggling back into him as they turned to their sides. He curved himself around her still-welted back, his arms around her, as they spooned affectionately, both basking in the comfortable afterglow and enjoying the tender closeness after the violence of the experience.
They lay like that for what seemed ages, both breathing slowly and peacefully, savouring the body contact. He was surprised to find that it couldn't have been more than 10 minutes, when he checked his watch.
She was the one to initiate the change, starting to push her buttocks back into him, wriggling and squirming her arse onto his groin...
"Good girl. Nice tits... for a convict" he said, as he took it and she smiled shyly in her dark world.
She slowly unzipped her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor, before stepping out of it and bending to pick it up. She held it out and, as he hung it up she hooked thumbs into her matching lace underwear and slowly eased them down, clearly sodden, stepping out of them and revealing her beautifully trimmed brunette quim as she straightened. She held her panties out for him to take, but he was distracted, intoxicated by her femininity on display and he took his time before collecting them from her.
Christ, he thought as he put them on a shelf, you could wring them out. The musk coming from them, now on his hands, was more heady and delightful to his nostrils than the most expensive of Parisian perfume.
She removed her stockings, peeling them slowly down one shapely leg at a time and he thought she must know how erotic that was to watch. He carefully put them away also.
There she was in all her glory, looking so vulnerable and beautiful, curving as only a woman can, inflaming his desire to new heights. He quietly wolf whistled and she smiled. His cock refused to be restrained now, feeling impossibly constricted in his pants and he released it, removing his own trousers and boxer shorts around his tumescence. His shirt and socks quickly followed, carelessly, as he battled to control the urgency his body was feeling, watching her standing there somewhat bashfully.
"I want you to raise your arms straight above your head and do a slow 360 spin for me, so I can see the goods from all angles" he growled and she nodded in response, starting to turn.
As she rotated for him, he basked in the glow of her womanly figure, with a yearning to possess her, enjoying the strength of his desire pushing his heart to beat like a jackhammer, pulsing hard through his extremities. She stopped, facing him again and he stepped in close.
She must have felt his heat as she gasped slightly, swaying. He reached down and placed his hands lightly on the outside of her thighs, again eliciting a gasp and then heavy intake of breath at the sudden, intimate contact. He traced his fingernails up either side of her flank and then around behind, over her shoulder blades before coming back down her spine, feeling her shiver with delight and hearing her whinny slightly in her throat. As he reached past her lower back he took her buttocks in hand and pulled her onto him, her tits against his chest, his cock hard against her soft belly. His lips were suddenly pressed to hers and she yielded without hesitation, opening, beckoning him in. His tongue pushed forwards, questing, searching and meeting hers... the explosion of sensations a riot of endorphins at that first touch and they stayed there kissing passionately, wrapping arms around each other for a moment. He could have laid her down and made sensual love to her there and then, but that wasn't the plan in the slightest, not what this night was about. He pulled away and again she made noises of longing for him as he broke contact.
Christ Almighty, he thought, I need to stay on point here. He reached forwards and tweaked her nipples between fingers and thumbs, gripping them hard and giving them a slight pinch and twist. That had the desired effect of shocking her and refocusing him.
"You naughty wench," he admonished "you distracted me there with your womanly curves and you'll pay a price for that"
"Oh Daddy I'm sorry" she whimpered as he continued to hold her by the nipples. That caught him by surprise too, no one had called him daddy before and he wondered where that was coming from, trusting it was healthy.
He dropped his fingers and considered his next steps.
"Right, time I put you to work, slut" he said coldly and he reached for the handcuffs. He secured them around her wrists as she stood there silent and compliant. The ankle cuffs he wasn't sure would work like that on this wedge, so he placed them just under her knees, at the top of her calves, feeling that would likely hold her in a better position.
"I'm going to guide you down onto the bed and then over the rack that I'm going to use to hold you in place while I violate you. You're not to speak or resist" he growled again.
She nodded agreement and he took her hands to guide her down to the futon. Then, on her hands and knees, to climb and be stretched out over the wedge, her face dipping towards the sheets and her backside pointing upwards at an almost 45 degree angle, hanging over the edge of the bed. As she wriggled to get comfortable, he pulled each arm backwards below her, clipping the handcuffs onto the attachment points on the sides of the wedge, her hands resting palms up on the mattress. From either side he then pulled the leg cuffs to meet their anchor points, spreading her thighs into a comfortably wide position, her body now draped over the wedge. As he stepped backwards to admire his work, his eyes widened with hot lust looking at how beautifully exposed and vulnerable her arse and pussy were in that position... the latter now glistening and dripping from her labia, swollen with excitement and flushed with colour. He leaned in and took great pleasure inhaling her body's natural perfume again, heightening his own arousal at the thought of tasting her.
"You're making a mess on my bed" he barked and gave her a playful smack on her arse.
"Sorry sir, I'll clean anything you want up with my mouth" she said
"Your attitude is improving already in that position," He snorted, reaching for the ball gag "but I have my own plans for using that pretty mouth of yours tonight."
They hadn't discussed what equipment he might use on her, so he thought she might baulk at the first touch of this, but she quietly complied as he brought it up from below her hanging head, taking it into her mouth as he pulled it tight and secured it behind her head. It forced her mouth to remain open.
She made some sounds and he said "nod if that is comfortable". She gave a quick nod and he placed a folded towel on the sheet below her mouth, in case she did end up drooling. Next, he reached for the ear plugs. Whilst he'd rather she could hear more clearly, he sometimes slept with earplugs and knew that you can still hear the normal volume of close voices relatively easily. They mainly seemed to reduce the intrusion of more distant or overly loud sounds, and it was part of her request in reducing these external stimuli.
"Don't go anywhere" he quipped, slapping her arse again as he left the room, and hearing her unintelligible attempt at a response. He'd realised he should have sorted out some signals if he was going to go hard on her and wondered how to do that with her unable to talk or move much. He quickly decided to cut squares from a couple of towels, one red and one green, before returning to her.
"I'm wrapping a small piece of towel around your fingers and holding it there with an elastic band" he said. "Although you're handcuffed you can wiggle you hands to wave the cloth and get my attention if needed. Right hand is green and signals keep going or stronger, left hand is red and means stop or soften what I'm doing. Is that clear?"
She nodded
"Which is green?" he grilled her.
She flapped her right hand about.
"Perfect" he said, running his fingers up her right arm and down her back to rest at the start of the cleft between her buttocks for a moment, tapping his fingers in thought.
He now looked at this woman restrained, blindfolded and gagged in a most intensely vulnerable position and reached for his camera, taking black and white shots from a variety of angles and distances, clearly showing close ups of her dripping snatch and almost pulsating, puckered anus, pulling at him with an almost gravitational force. He once again revelled in her sweet, musky scents and his anticipation of exploring her shortly. Her holes were arranged to be in the perfect position for his throbbing cock as he stood beside the low futon, ready for when that time arrived. He would be taking her standing, giving him all the leverage of his 6 foot frame.
He was more than ready to be inside her, but he had grander plans to complete before he would explore those depths.
He reached for the heavy suede rigger's gloves and slipped them on. They looked clumsy and hugely out of place for the setting, hadn't been something she'd asked for, but he liked the idea and it felt appropriate for the experience. He kneeled on the carpet and placed a roughly gloved hand on each of her dainty soles, dangling over the edge of the bed, before wrapping his fingers around to grip her feet tightly, squeezing and enjoying the thrill of control as she squeaked behind her gag, tightening against the leg restraints. He repeated this clamping and releasing with his strong grip as he moved slowly over her ankles and up both legs.
Grip. Squeeze. Release. Move. Digging his gloved thumbs and finger tips into her pliable flesh and leaving quickly fading pressure marks behind as he moved up her.
She was making some sort of slow sighing noises in her throat in time with his movements and these escalated to a higher pitch as he moved up the back of her exposed thighs, his face inches from her exposed mound, feeling a delightful heat radiating from it.
He hadn't planned on this yet, but the urge took him as he gripped the back of her upper thighs, strong thumbs peeling and rotating them outwards, forcing her buttocks and labia further apart... and he pushed his face into her strongly. His nose burying between her open arse cheeks, feeling her anus quiver on him, her musk utterly divine and his mouth taking her fragrantly wet and open labia in hungrily. She let out a cry at the shock and he maintained his vice like grip as the tip of his tongue now lapped at her, exploring her outer folds, delighting in how she tasted as he consumed her wetness. That combination of firmness from his gloved grip forcing her thighs, buttocks and labia apart, combined with the delicate touch of his swirling tongue, making her writhe in the restraints. He sucked and pulled on her with his lips, allowing his tongue to slip down and gently pass over and around her clit lightly before plunging inside her, her moaning peaking in that briefest of touches to her love button and then settling back into rhythmic sighs coming from her throat as he ate her out, behind the sound of his own blood pounding in his ears. He leaned his weight against her, his nose and mouth pressing in hard as he darted his tongue deeper into her honeypot.
She was wetter than he could believe, her juices flowing over his tongue like a torrent as he scooped and drank her in greedily, the excess flowing down through his beard and dripping off onto the edge of the bed, leaving sticky trails as it fell from his chin. She tasted heavenly, he thought and he licked the rear wall of her pussy, the tip of his nose nudging into the pulsating external sphincter of her anus... before pulling away again and relaxing his grip to move his hands up over her arse cheeks, clasping them and driving them in this direction and that, kneading them, working them, as he now leaned in and started rimming her damp arsehole. He pulled her cheeks apart further and, as she opened, pushed his tongue within, feeling her shiver once again as he penetrated her orally. He rolled his tongue and pushed it as deep as possible, to her noticeable groaning, before tracing the tip down the inside of her smooth walls from various angles, her more intense sounds music to his ears.
After several minutes greedily eating her arsehole out, he once again withdrew, standing up straight, with his gloved hands sliding up over her hips before clamping on either side, circling her waist. He gripped her, pulled her back towards him, against the restraints, as if he was going to mount her and she gasped loudly. He brought the engorged head of his circumcised cock up and rested it at the top of the cleft of her buttocks, before leaning in with his weight and pressing the shaft down, filling her arse crack and letting her feel his desire for her as it nestled along her groove, his balls now getting wet from her juices as he rested there. As hard as it was to resist plunging himself deep inside, this was enough at this stage he felt, as he had a process in mind here. He ground down on her though and let her feel his want for her behind the steely grip of the gloves around her waist... and she arched her back groaning for him.
He loosened his grip around her waist and continued up her flanks, his weight still pressing on her from behind. Grip. Squeeze. Release. Move. Once he reached her shoulders he switched to her restrained arms, pinned back and to the side, starting with her hands. Taking them and digging his gloved thumbs into various pressure points on her palms, through the red and green towelling, kneading and forcing any tight points to release. He squeezed her hands with his grip, her joints making a few satisfying cracks and pops, before releasing and moving slowly up over her arms in the same slow process. Back at her shoulders he dug his fingertips into her flesh, releasing the tension from muscles leading up her neck, slowly and subtly working the gloves until they fully encircled her delicate throat. He could feel her breathing and pulsating carotid artery as he tightened his grip slightly, her sounds reduced to an almost nervous high pitched murmur escaping her.
As he leaned further forwards over her he noticed the towel below her now had a significant damp patch and strings of drool were cascading from her open, gagged, mouth. I guess that ball gag works he thought, wondering what that sensation would feel like.
As he leaned more of his body down onto her back, his cock still nestled along the line between her arse cheeks, his weight somewhat on his outstretched arms, his hands pinning her neck down, he allowed his grip to soften and release. His chest now pressed against her back and his full weight was now pinning her down on the wedge, his breath hot against her left ear. His hands moved under her and roughly found her waist again, gripping her under him before pushing further under and his fingers started prodded around her soft belly, weighted down by his presence. He slid his hands up and, not gently, took a handful of her tits in each glove, lying there on top of her, pawing her and breathing heavily in her ear, the shaft of his cock now pulsating against the upper cleft of her buttocks, the head hard between his own belly and her back.
She quivered under him as he gave a low growl and whispered in her ear. "I know you want this, you want that little slut inside you to be exposed, to rise to the surface and show what she's capable of. I'm going to pull her up from inside you, make her beg for me to stop, while I take her and make her mine. She's going to please me in any way I choose. Nod if you understand how serious I am." She almost wailed behind the gag and nodded as well as she could, while his weight bore down on her, crushing her against the foam. "Good girl" he whispered, licking her ear and finding her rock hard nipples with a gloved finger and thumb, pinching and twisting them again. She vocalised that shock at the sudden increase in sensation again and gave a muffled sharp yelp.
He climbed off her, removed the gloves and left the room without a word. This was thirsty work he thought and downed a full glass of water in the kitchen. He felt she'd probably need something soon as she was losing a lot of fluid from both ends, so he filled a jug with mineral water, a few slices of lemon and some ice cubes before returning to her with a couple of glasses. Obviously she couldn't drink in her current position, but he'd give a her a drink when that changed later. He had a delicious thought and asked if she'd like an ice cube in her mouth behind the gag. She nodded and he slid two fingers in around the ball, stretching her lips to allow him to slide the ice cube in... she almost chocked for a second but them sighed in obvious enjoyment of the refreshment. His thought not completed, he picked another ice cube out of the jug and ran it from her neck, down along her spine, down between her buttocks and held it against her anus.
She yowled behind the gag and thrashed against the restraints for a second at the shock on her most private parts, before melting into the wedge further. He held it there, rubbing and pushing it against her anus, the melting water sliding down over her pussy, mingling with her own wetness. He slid the cube down, tracing it over her lips and pushing it inside her for a moment. Again she gasped at that cold shock and this time he pushed a couple of fingers into her, moving the ice cube around just inside her. He pulled it out and took it in his mouth, enjoying both the sensations and her taste. He returned his fingers to her warm wetness and started exploring her, working deeper and more powerfully, stroking rhythmically as she answered him with her muffled vocal reactions and flooding lubrication coating his hand. He leaned in and bit her left buttock, teasingly holding her flesh between his teeth as he fingered her, now curling first 2 fingers and then a third inside and downwards to stroke the front wall, hunting for her g-spot. He brought his thumb up to gently circle her engorged clit as he did so. Bingo! He thought as her vocal intensity suddenly increased dramatically in volume and she became restless, pulling and bucking against the restraints.
He maintained the pressure and tempo, gripping her drenched cunt at times as he continually pushed those three fingers in and pulled them out slightly, probing, hearing the squelching of her juices. Forwards and downwards, stretching her sideways with their width and stroking and fluttering around her g-spot while his thumb lightly explored the folds around her clit, sometimes onto her pubis above, where he would use more force and leverage to somewhat clamp his grip more strongly internally and tug back at her before pushing back in. He nibbled and bit on the back of her thighs and arse cheeks as he worked on her, feeling the tension in her soft, ribbed walls start to increase as she struggled against him, almost shrieking behind the gag.
And he suddenly withdrew, to a deep guttural groan of frustration from her as she lay there panting, turning her head trying to look at him, as if to say "What the fuck are stopping for!?"
But he wasn't ready for her to climax yet, he wanted those peaking waves to build and subside before that first dam wall was broken. He cracked his hand across her arse, leaving the print of his hand across both cheeks. She shrieked at the unexpected pain and went limp.
"I see you Vixen" he said, "You're not to go over the edge until I give you permission to do so" To which she almost screamed her pent up annoyance through the ball gag and thrashed about. "No point in resisting, I'll break you in like a bucking horse if I need to" he growled in response to her misbehaviour "It's time you learnt what some punishment looks like". She went quiet, still panting, a light sheen of sweat on her back. He leaned in and ran his tongue from her buttock cleft along the vertebra of her lower back, tasting her saltiness.
He leaned over and grabbed the flogger, wondering how this would go, what her pain response might be.
He ever so lightly trailed the numerous strands of suede leather up her right leg, over her buttocks and up her back, resting them between her shoulders.
"I see that demanding slut is on display now and I'm going to flog her, mark her, break her." he rumbled beside her right ear. "You need to relax and go with this."
"Remember your hand signals" he warned as an afterthought and she gave an almost imperceptible nod.
He'd only had one previous partner who'd wanted to be whipped and then only extremely lightly. He'd also never had a particularly strong compunction to seriously hurt someone that way... today was going to be a different animal he thought, as his sexual energy wanted this release too. She'd requested this, another part of her fantasy that this whole process was about, bringing it to the surface, pulling from deep within her into the light these dark sadomasochistic needs... so he felt he needed to gauge his strength carefully. He didn't want to err on the side of caution and leave her without the marks she'd wanted in her fantasies, but also didn't want to damage this beautiful woman... too much.
He'd spent 8 years at an all boys Catholic School in the north west of the UK, at a time when corporal punishment was dished out regularly and he'd had many daily beatings by Catholic Brothers with a vicious, inch thick, several inch wide, 2 foot long leather strap in the early years, until he'd learned to be less obvious in his childhood rebellions. His palms would often thicken in response during term time and the pain always dissipated quickly enough to continue his studies and sport, so he knew a body had mechanisms to respond to and suppress pain. Indeed he used to sometimes return to class smirking at the wide eyed looks from friends who knew he'd just had 6 of the best in the corridor or staff room. Again. You gritted your teeth and retreated inwards, developing that resilience that they couldn't touch, using your breath to release the pain. He briefly wondered why these thoughts were rising now, but they swept past in the blink of an eye, carried away in the torrent of his pulsating and dominant sexual energy, as he looked down on her, naked and exposed.
He knew how pain was inflicted without damage. He'd lived it. He knew he could take her to the edge and bring her back. Perhaps this was as much about what he needed to let rise in him and be expressed, as about what she needed done to her
As he approached this, he felt more calm, resolute in the face of the upcoming measured violence and control he was about to wield on her. There was a responsibility that came with it.
He held the flogger lightly in his right hand and stepped back slightly, gauging the distance that would allow him a full extension in the swing as he brought it down over her upraised buttocks, without the tips curling round to sting her more delicate areas.
He placed the flogger over her buttocks, giving her an idea of where it was going to strike. He breathed lightly, steadying and focusing himself as he slowly raised this weapon above his head. He held his breath and brought it down hard and fast with a measured strength that he trusted himself to apply. The 27 strands of 4mm wide suede struck sideways from her left side, high across both buttocks, centred perfectly and biting into her flesh with something halfway between a resounding crack and a meaty slap, cutting through the air. Red welts shot out across her milky white skin, mostly in the central strip where the strands were most concentrated. Her scream, whilst muffled by the ball clamped within her mouth and her copious amounts of saliva dripping around it, was shockingly powerful and guttural to his ears. She lay there panting heavily, quivering and making low sounds through her breaths. He put his mouth to her right ear and repeated his earlier warning "Remember your hand signals". She nodded breathlessly but her hands stayed down. "Well done." he rewarded her, running a hand over the angry welts, her buttocks shivering under his touch.
"One more from the other direction there before I move on" he told her. She gave no response this time, head pushed down against the cushion near the sheets.
He shifted to her right side, eyed the same distance and repeated the process with identical force. He knew from his school days that it's often the first strike that's the biggest shock, lighting up the pain receptors almost to overload, with subsequent impacts feeling more bearable. And so it seemed for her as she grunted and took this one with short, sharp breaths but no scream. He was suitably impressed as he looked at the redness now burned into her arse and bent down, raining kisses along the area as he told her what a good slut she was. Her skin was radiating heat and he fished for another ice cube, rubbing it all over the livid welts. She sighed, repeatedly wriggling her arse from side to side under his cooling caress. He noticed her anus was making small spasms and he just rested the tip of his left forefinger directly on her as he iced her buttocks, she sighed more heavily, taking in his finger tip ever so slightly, clenching and releasing against him as she moved. God that felt good on his finger he thought and his cock pulsated that bit harder in anticipation of it's own turn inside her.
He left what remained of the ice cube to melt and slide down between her cheeks as he moved up to her lower back, rubbing vigorously over her skin there, stretching and smoothing it out in preparation. He felt this was perhaps more delicate than her rounded and padded buttocks, with more chance of wrap around to sting her soft underbelly, so he moderated his swing slightly. The same resounding *thwack* resulted, however, and it lit her up, with another bursting shriek and almost panicked breathing... he knew it was a pain control technique and again she was brave enough not to raise her left hand in protest. The welts looked almost more livid here, running slightly diagonally from her left side down towards her right hip, well centred. He moved to her right side, caressed her skin again and then brought the flogger down, a fraction harder, running down and across towards her left hip this time. She took this one with a more focused and prolonged, powerful squeal and he saw that she now knew what to expect and how to let that pain out positively..at least a little. He admired the criss-cross of welts over her lumbar spine and sacrum and realised he was satisfied with his work there.
He now wanted to see the rest of her back marked like that. Leave his visible signature on her. Knowing that she'd see this in the mirror and feel it for days, with him in mind, made him swell further and want to take her hard right there... but he estimated she had another 6 strikes coming before he'd be happy with the coverage. He took the end of the handle on the flogger and stroked it up the inside of her left thigh as she sighed heavily. As it reached her still sopping lips he gently pushed the end of the handle in and she pushed back as much as she could, taking an inch inside her and groaning as her labia parted to it. He held it there as he rubbed her lower back for a moment letting her perform small gyrations against it, quietly moaning in unison with her restricted movements.
And so it was he proceeded in the same vein, marking her back, first from one direction and then the other, until he stood back, inspecting his creation. She had taken all remaining 6 heavy strikes with grunting, measured outbursts around her gag and he could almost hear her own satisfaction at taking his beating. He grabbed his camera again and recorded his artwork on her back to enjoy another time.
Bending down he kissed her neck and slid his hand around to cup her left tit, stroking her nipple. "That was impressive," he whispered, "now lets see how well you take me riding you, like the slut we both know you are"
She gave a sigh of obvious desire and nodded eagerly.
He came around and stood directly behind her again, knowing that he was finally going to fuck her, his cock twitching and throbbing with desire and anticipation. The heat, as he closed in on her, radiating off her sex like an open fire and he felt his own juices answering, dripping from him. He reached for the riggers gloves again but decided he wouldn't grip her hips to hold her as he mounted her, just yet, but would just nudge her labia with his swollen glans, no other touch. As he felt the first light kiss of her wetness on him, it was his turn to shiver and he held still as she moaned and visibly strained against the restraints, pushing backwards on his cock to force her labia open around him. She could only move an inch or so and it was just his engorged, bulbous head that entered, stretching her labia open around it and causing a deep groan from her.
He started to rock his hips ever so slightly, feeling the wet warmth of her slipping and sliding back and forth over his oh so sensitive glans.
"Just the dick head" he growled "Don't let me in. Make me force it in"
She tightened her pelvic floor muscles against his touch, trying to block his entry. He caught himself making a groan of his own as the most delightful, spine tingling sensations swept through him and decided now was the time to enter her fully.
He reached down, gripping either side of her hips firmly with the rough gloves, planting his feet firmly into the carpet... and thrust his full length quickly and easily into her hot, wet, slippery cunt, despite her best efforts to keep him out. She yielded to him, letting out a delightfully loud groan of surprise and satisfaction as she took every inch of him in, her juices pushing out around him onto his balls with a squelch.
He stood like that for a moment, his victim impaled on his spear. Her clear enjoyment and the sensations coming from feeling her wrapped fully around him made him feel like his whole body was inflating, his cock pulsating powerfully in her. He leaned forwards, lowering his belly and chest onto her back, letting her fully take his weight again as he reached around for her tits pressed into the wedge. As he took them in hand, holding her, pinned down with his cock stiff and strong inside her, he savoured the almost synchronised beating of their hearts, her silky pussy seemingly pulsing in time with his cock. He nuzzled at the back of her neck for a moment hearing her sigh, while he rumbled to her. He pushed himself back up to standing, still fully penetrating her, before pulling himself from her clasping flange. He took a moment to enjoy seeing her glistening wetness all over him, before re-entering, amidst her groans.
He started fucking her, with full, slow strokes, feeling the slight suction of her cervix on the end of him at full penetration, and the rippling sensations as her soft, ribbed walls and hidden folds gripped at and pulled on his length. He long-stroked her like that, balls slapping against her. Her moans rose in pitch, both settling into that familiar rhythm, as old as time itself. Her pussy was perfectly designed to milk him and he could feel it at work.
She was starting to get heated under him, pushing and pulling against her restraints as if trying to escape his now stronger, more powerful thrusts. He began altering his angles of attack, exiting and then re-entering her from slightly different directions, gyrating his now iron-hard cock around inside her hot gusset. Hearing her pleasure increase as she lost herself to being taken, helpless to do anything but yield to him, in waves of sound, sensation and motion from them both. He angled himself downwards, feeling his swollen head rubbing more strongly along her front vaginal wall. Her whole body began to tighten and quiver like an archer's bow at full extension, her throaty groans rising to gag-muffled, warbled gasps as she approached her climax.
"You BETTER NOT cum on my cock," he growled at her "I'll pull it out..." But she was too far gone to reply.
He thrust forwards again and, this time, as his cock pushed over her g spot, she bucked hard under him, losing any control within, her shrieking orgasm ripping through her. She convulsed and thrashed desperately against him and her handcuffs, pulling in all directions, gripped by these waves of pleasure, but there was no escaping his hardness. He was the rock for her to dash herself against and he now stood still, pushed hard up against her. This hot, soft, pulsating creature fully held in his vice-like grip on her hips, his throbbing rod deep inside for her to grip and release against. He let out a low sigh himself as he felt her pussy rippling and clenching along his length, spasming repeatedly for what seemed like minutes against his indomitable hardness.
He luxuriated in those sensations, quietly soaking them up as his own breath slowed and she finally came out of the breathy haze she'd been lost to, now limp over the wedge. He looked down seeing her juices foamed white on him and her deeply red, swollen labia. He slowly withdrew, still fully erect and demanding despite this devilish woman having tried to finish him... and he wanted more of her.
As she lay there panting and sighing over and over, he ran a now gloveless hand over her flank, up between her shoulder blades and took a handful of her hair. He pulled her head up from where it had been hanging down against the cushion.
"THAT," he said "was the first sign that I'm properly breaking you in and making you mine."
She gasped further, her neck strained and stretched, before he let go and her face dropped back down.
He left the room, calling behind him "YOU need to think about your behaviour and make sure you're ready to continue being a pleasing whore for me on my next assault of your defences. Prepare yourself"
He heard her groaned response from the hall.
He fetched the surprise he had for her. He'd left it close to the fire, warming gently over that preceding hour or so. As he picked it up he was satisfied that it was pleasantly warm in his hands.
She'd said in conversation that, since having children, she'd often struggled to orgasm vaginally, with extended periods of not managing it all. She'd gone on to discover that, when penetrated anally, her orgasms had returned, but were different from those of her past garden-variety intercourse... stronger, more intense, almost as if she was on the verge of losing bladder control at times, she'd said. Indeed she said she had even squirted and gushed several times, using her dildos that way, something that had knocked her for six and had her running to google what had actually happened that first time.
Her sharing of these private intimacies had given him something to aim for here, he wanted to push her, ride her hard up to that level. He'd had one past partner who would regularly gush over him, whether his cock or his face and he was excited at the prospect of opening up this young filly to be able to do so more regularly.
He re-entered the room and she was now breathing normally, apparently calm and relaxed.
"I'm ready to continue now" he barked "I have a surprise for you..."
She nodded, a happy and affirmative noise in her throat.
He had wondered which way to use this strap-on to best effect on her. He'd not used one before and it could apparently be attached either above or below his genitals. He'd thought about getting something smaller than his own erect manhood, to use anally, but had settled on something of similar size. He knew he wanted to fuck her arse himself, so he closed the straps around and under his perineum and arse cheeks, leaving the silicone dong hanging at a fairly horizontal angle below his upward thrusting cock. He chuckled internally at the sight of now having two almost identical cocks... albeit one strongly coloured and pulsating.
He reached for the lube. She certainly didn't need it for her sopping gash, and while he could use her own juices at a push here, he felt the added lubrication, this first time at least, should allow him inside her tight anus with less struggle for her. He rested his right forefinger, with a little cooling lube on it, against her quivering anus. She sighed as he lightly pushed the tip of his finger through and into her darkness, the lube allowing an easy glide. Once inside he rotated his finger back and forth, to ensure good coverage. She was making soft noises as he did so and he then hooked his finger downwards, applying a little pressure to the anterior wall of her anal canal, palpating in a semi circle, testing for her tightness. He tugged gently down and backwards, opening her up, lightly stretching the powerful internal muscles of her pelvic floor, feeling them relax and soften slightly as he relented. She groaned deeply.
He enjoyed his work.
He went on to repeat the process to either side and then to the posterior wall, before withdrawing his finger from her now more relaxed and slightly gaping arsehole.
He brought the head of his swollen cock up and rested it against her, feeling her shiver of delight ripple through her buttocks. He then reached down and touched the moulded and realistic head of the silicone strap-on to her still dripping labia... strings of her natural lubrication hanging down to the mess she'd made on the sheet below her. She gasped with obvious surprise as he gently leaned in, feeling both holes being entered simultaneously, his lube laden cock stretching her tight little anus around it as he felt it pop slightly around his swollen head and then clamp down onto his shaft. The dildo attached to his groin followed suit perfectly, filling her soft, wet minge, as he continued his journey inside her. Her groan, deeper and more drawn out than before, as he slowly reached for her depths. Once fully inserted, he stood motionless for a good 30 seconds, just enjoying the reciprocal pulsating inside her and allowing her to adjust to the idea of this double penetration. Her breath was shallow and fluttering in her throat as she lay there, fully skewered in both holes.
The moment he began to withdraw, feeling the soft suction and grip around his shaft, she made the most satisfying of groans, and he allowed her stretched, external anal sphincter to momentarily grip and spasm on his head at almost full withdrawal, lightly pulling her anus outwards with his girth.
He pushed again into her, more forcefully this time.
She was moving her limbs again against the restraints, slowly but restlessly, making some dark muffled noises as he slowly but surely began to arse fuck her, filling her fully. He reached the tempo he wanted, not hard, not fast, but a middle ground... there was no need to pound her with this level of stimulation, cunt and arsehole working together in unison. He knew this wouldn't take either of them long as he'd been hard and aroused for so long and the strength of her reactions, both physically and vocally, under him, were signs that she would be likely going over the edge again shortly. She was at full volume now, as he pumped her, her shrieks filling the room despite the gag, her body bucking and gyrating beneath his onslaught.
As the pitch and frequency of her screams increased, he could feel his sap rising strongly. He could feel his essence being drawn almost from his extremities with a gravitational pull towards his tool as it charged. He felt powerful with this woman almost begging for mercy under him and he wasn't of a mind to grant her relief, she would take his load, sprayed deep inside her rectum. As these thoughts ricocheted around his mind and he felt on the verge of unleashing in her, she emitted a howling scream, shuddering to the point he had to keep his grip on her hips tight to hold her in place. She erupted onto his balls and thighs, liquid flooding out around the pumping strapped dildo, over him and onto the now sodden sheets. It was like someone had thrown a bucket of delightfully warm water over his thighs, while her anal canal began clamping and releasing powerfully over and over on his primed cock.
She continued shuddering and screaming through her drooling, gagged mouth, breathing like a steam train and lost in her internal release. It pushed him to the heights he craved as he reached the point of no return. His own body started shuddering as muscles deep within, beyond conscious control, switched on. Contracting. Pumping. Releasing.
He felt his semen flood up and erupt from his cock like a volcano spewing its lava, blowing everything in it's path aside, opening his sexual channels fully. His pelvic floor muscles contracting and relaxing over and over with a strength that made him stagger and lean forwards against her still shuddering arse, letting out his own guttural snarl, his toes curling in ecstasy, his eyes rolling and unseeing in that moment. He slumped forwards onto her back, pinning her as she continued softly mewling in the aftermath of her release, snorting and shuddering over her. He lay on her, heavily, spent, feeling his cock gradually draining his remaining seed into her, slowly softening inside her arse. Their juices mingling and oozing out, over her anus and vagina, warm around his genitals and legs, dripping down in sticky strings from both well-used holes.
He gradually recovered and pushed off her, withdrawing his cock and the strap on with soft, wet noises. She shuddered again as he did so, giving an emotion-laden, long and tremulous sigh.
He flopped on to the bed beside her, his eyes glazed and staring blankly at the ceiling, before reaching over and releasing the straps holding the ball gag in her mouth. It dropped clear onto the sheet, her excess saliva hanging in webs from her still open and now panting mouth.
"Oh. My. God" was all she could say in the moment. "Sir" she added as an afterthought, and he patted her flank as they both lay in silence. Finally she said "I never even thought I could cum that hard... the things you did... my body's reaction... I thought I might pass out for a moment, I was seeing little sparks of light dance before my eyes."
"Thank you." she added warmly
"I'm glad." was all he could come up with, as he gazed at her spent form smiling. "Good girl."
He reached over and started unclipping her from the wedge. She groaned as she clambered off, after being stuck in the same position for a good 90 minutes. He lifted the wedge off the futon and lay back next to her, their bodies side by side. "Hold me, Daddy" she whispered, snuggling back into him as they turned to their sides. He curved himself around her still-welted back, his arms around her, as they spooned affectionately, both basking in the comfortable afterglow and enjoying the tender closeness after the violence of the experience.
They lay like that for what seemed ages, both breathing slowly and peacefully, savouring the body contact. He was surprised to find that it couldn't have been more than 10 minutes, when he checked his watch.
She was the one to initiate the change, starting to push her buttocks back into him, wriggling and squirming her arse onto his groin...
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