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punishmeSweet, submissive slut is bound, teased by her skilled Sir…

I’d known it was coming, I’d been teasing Sir for days now, desperate for His attention. We don’t live the lifestyle 24/7, I’m not a slave, sometimes we’ll argue about the everyday stuff, you know? When that happens though he likes to deny me any of my usual treats.

No cuddles or gentle strokes of my hair, no nightly orgasms, no lazy morning fucks. He’d barely touched me for days and I couldn’t stand it any longer. I’d been stomping about the house all day, pouting and being petulant about anything and everything.

I lay in the bath, soaking in the luxurious bubbles, trying to relax. Trying desperately to ignore the need that had been building for days.

He strolled into the bathroom like the King of all he surveyed, that almost arrogant , sexual confidence oozed from him and never failed to make my cunt slick with need. He held a towel open for me and I needed to give no further instructions.

I immediately stood, my skin flushed from the steaming water, my chest pounding with excitement, my clit throbbing with need. He dried me Himself, no teasing caresses, just practical, unhurried movements.

He still didn’t speak a word as He dropped the towel to the floor, took me by the hand and led me towards the bedroom. It was when I saw the rope hanging from the headboard and the crop laid purposefully at the foot of the bed that a slight hint of nerves edged into my excited state.

I should have known better…all the little things I thought He had ignored…had led to this. ‘Lay on the bed’ he ordered. His voice laced with authority.

I crawled up onto the bed, lay on my back, raising my arms above my head. My eyes followed him as he stripped naked.

I was near to panting with need already. He climbed up onto the bed, parted my thighs and ran a single finger along my wet, smooth cunt, I groaned deeply. Just a single agonising stroke…

He brought his finger to my lips, allowing me the slightest taste of my own need. ‘Do you want Me to taste you slut?’ He asked.

‘Oh God, yes Sir…please’ I answered, lifting my hips towards him.

‘No’ was His simple, effective reply. I couldn’t contain my whimper.

He gave my hard, aching nipple a slight pinch and I gasped. ‘I’m not going to eat your cunt.’ He stated ‘Not until you beg Me’.

I frowned, my inner brat and ingrained pride coming to the forefront, exactly like he knew it would. The bastard.

He took my stinging nipple into his mouth, sucked gently and repeated with the other. He gently kissed down my stomach, my legs, my ankles, my calves…by the time he got to my inner thighs I was half delirious with need, biting my lip to the point of pain.

His soft lips tormented, his warm tongue tortured, then he reached for the crop…

Two, swift, soft yet stinging hits to each of my inner thighs had me instantly parting them even further. Opening myself to him fully…mentally pleading that the sight of my need would be enough to persuade Him.

He ran the tip of the crop along the smooth lips of aching cunt, resting it against my clit…I just needed a little more pressure…just a little more…

He tapped it ever so softly against my clit and then again..I was so hyper sensitive I almost cried out. Then He stopped. He lay on His stomach, His face no more than an inch or so from my throbbing, leaking cunt.

I could feel my wetness coating me, He blew softly and I flinched… tears of need trickling down my face. ‘Oh how fucking edible your cunt looks…’ He said ‘I’ll have you coming in My mouth in seconds, My sweet, stubborn little slut…beg for Me…tell Me how much you need My mouth on your delicious cunt.’

My resolve caved.

‘Please!’ I cried

‘Please what, slut?’ He asked and I could feel him smiling against my skin.

‘Please….lick me, taste me, fuck me! Oh fuck, please, please just make me come!’ I begged.

I’d barely finished my sentence before His mouth was on me, no teasing strokes of his tongue, no easing me into it, he wrapped His mouth around my clit and sucked, hard.

My back arched, I cried out, my orgasm tearing through me instantly. On and on it went, wave after wave of sheer pleasure. They kept on coming even after he took His mouth from me and brought his lips to my face.

I felt His rock hard cock throbbing against my sensitive, clenching cunt…I let out a silent scream as He pushed deep inside me in one single, powerful thrust, filling me, stretching me. He didn’t pause, He fucked me relentlessly.

Thrust after hard, punishing thrust. I came so many times I lost count, my thighs ached, my wrists burned from the friction of the rope, every inch of me was sated and exhausted and still He fucked me, used me, for His pleasure.

When my body was limp and my screams had turned to pleasurably pained whimpers…I felt His whole body tense, His teeth sank into my shoulder, His cock twitched and pulsed and spurt after delicious spurt of hot, thick cum filled me.

I was asleep before he even untied me, finally completely and utterly sated.

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