The following continuation is pure fantasy...
Do you remember the first time you tasted his cum? I remember every savory flavor. Salty heaven. I can get lost in that memory, just as I did that day. But my blissful respite wouldn't last long...
"Up on the bed, face up, spread eagle." When I just looked at him still lost in the daze, he smirked. He grabbed me by my hair and growled those words this time right in my face. Snapped out of my haze, I scurried up onto the bed, following his commands. I saw him digging in his bag causing my heart to race. Out came two metal handcuffs which looked eerily real and two long straps. I laid frozen as he went to work on me. The two straps were used first. He pulled my left leg as far as to the edge as he could. On each end of the strap were cuffs, one which was attached to my ankle while the other went under the bed. When he moved to my right leg, I tried to move my left and could barely move it an inch. I could have tried to run at this point. Maybe I should have, but truthfully it never crossed my mind. The right leg was immobilized just as the left. On each wrist he closed down the metal cuffs and attached the other ends to the head board above my head.
"You can wiggle and try to get out of those cuffs as much as you like, but these are the type cops use. There is no escape now."
"I understand my Lord. I will not resist."
Grinning wide, "We'll see about that soon enough."
I watched him put the key on the desk, teasing me with it in the open and knowing it is too far out of reach. The predatory gleam had returned to his eyes, sending shivers through my body and causing my pussy to leak. I have no doubt he noticed the way I reacted to his gaze. Again he went to his bag and pulled out a decent sized bag filled with clothespins as well as a very large red ball gag. The gag went in first, stretching my mouth wider than I would have thought possible. He buckled it behind her head. I knew at that point he was going to make me scream, loudly, and didn't want to have to worry about keeping me quiet when it happened.
The clothespins were next. I figured they'd be put on the typical places. Breasts and pussy. I laugh looking back now as I was so naive and had no idea the depths of his darkness. He did start with my breasts, specifically on my nipples. One on each, then another was clamped onto the first ones. I gasped because of the burning sensation, though I doubt my Lord heard me. I know he was aware as my back arched off the bed, but he continued on like nothing happened. Soon both of my large breasts were covered in the clothespins. My mind was clouded by burning pain, having never experienced clothespins before. Yet he continued still. My pussy was next in his disastrous path. Two found my clit, one on top of the other. I screamed into the gag but not in pain. I squirted onto his hand as an orgasm was pulled out of me.
"Tsk, tsk. Cumming without permission. What a nasty little cunt. You'll be punished for that later." He shoved two fingers inside of me as he pinched the clothespins harder on my clit. Again I screamed as another orgasm washed over my spasming body. Pulling out of my soaking wet pussy, he continued with my torture, his delight. Soon my pussy was just as covered as my breasts, burning and aching, driving me wild. My Lord would occasionally flick random clothespins to watch me twitch and hear my muffled moans. In my mind, I thought things couldn't get worse. He couldn't go farther, right?
Man was I wrong! More clothespins were added, lining my thighs, calves, arms, and stomach. My body was covered until he ran out. I zoned out long before he finished, only distantly aware of the complete and constantly burning across my body. Feeling his hand brush hair out my face, I opened my eyes. Lust filled his and I knew he was loving every second of the pain he was inflicting on me. Unshed tears pooled in my eyes, but I still managed a small smile.
"Such a good girl. You did very well sweetheart. But there's a matter of unfinished business to take care of." Seeing my puzzled look he continued, "You have three punishable actions that I must amend. First at the diner, then you didn't obey one of my commands immediately, and finally two orgasms you had without my permission. While you're with me, you know I must give you permission first." He looked at the clothespins lining my body, "I was just going to remove them, but I think I can incorporate your punishment here." He moved off the bed to grab a heavy flogger from his bag. "This will remove them, much more painfully might I add. That will be your punishment. I will continue to flog you after they're all gone, as I had planned, but that is not part of your punishment. Do you understand?"
I nodded, helpless to stop him even if I wanted to. The first strike was the worst, as I had no idea what to expect. The pain was ten times worse as the clothespins came off, and the added pain of the flogger on such sensitive skin sent me into a frenzy. Through the gag, I begged, pleaded, and screamed at him to stop. He gave me a smile as if to say 'I told you so' and continued, ignoring my cries. He was a master with the flogger and saved my pussy and breasts for last. The ones on my clit and nipples, as they came off, pulled me into a powerful and intense rolling orgasm. I never thought it was going to end and I didn't know if I ever wanted it to.
Then my Lord began to steadily flog my sensitive and aching body. Moaning and thrashing in my bonds, I tried to escape, but I barely moved more than a few inches in any direction. As he flogged my breasts and pussy, I felt another orgasm coming upon me, one I couldn't stop. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew he wanted me to cum without permission so he could torture me more. As that clicked, all resistance faded. He wanted to hurt me, wanted me to cum from it, so I'd surrender to his will. I lost count of all the orgasms, but the pain began to fade replaced by blissful pleasure. My eyes flew open, catching his attention. He later told me my eyes sparkled and glistened in such obvious pleasure. Stopping as my eyes began to glaze over, he tossed aside the flogger and grabbed the key for the cuffs. I barely even noticed him unlock my wrists and move my body so he could slip onto the bed behind me. He pulled me against his chest, cradling me in his arms.
Whispering words of pride, he stroked my hair and held me tight against him. As I faded off to a deep oblivion, I heard the word 'mine' and slept with a contented smile.
To be continued...
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