"I understood you once and think that I still do, but will you understand me ultimately?"he regarded her with proprietal eyes, taking in the luscious plaything - HIS luscious plaything.
"Yes, Master, I understand,"she responded timidly, looking at him through lidded eyes, always watching for the moment when he released control to behave in her sassie way.
He had already instructed her to remove her robe, leaving her naked but for her silky underwear. He reached out his hand and caress her breast through the satin brassiere. His hand slowly travelled down her stomach, pausing at her belly, to touch her navel. He played with the delicate whorl for a little while, all the time gazing into her eyes, as if trying to bring a reaction from her. She licked her lips nervously. Then, as he glanced away looking once again to her lower regions, she stuck her tongue out at him naughtily.
"Wicked girl!" He exclaimed.
He reached up to her face and tapped her cheek likely. He waved his finger in her face as if to chide her for her naughtiness. Then he ran his hand across her forehead, all the time tutting softly, gently repremanding her for her saucy action. She immersed herself in the feel of the palm of his hand, as it again caressed her visage. She completely closed her eyes, as his hand reached to touch her neck. His fingers drifted slowly round to the back of her neck and paused there for an instant.
Suddenly, almost viciously, he tugged at her hair. Her eyes flew open in alarm and she found herself staring into his dark green eyes, only inches away from her face. She cried out, more in surprise than pain. She watched his face mouths form a grim, but determined smile.
"There'll be no more of such gestures, will there my slut?"
"No, Master. I'm sorry master! Please forgive me!" A tear welled at the corner of her eye. He watched it slowly trickle down her cheek before lifting his hand to her face to wipe it away
"Now, my precious! You will remove your knickers this instant!"
She seemed to hesitate for a moment...
NOW!"
"Yes, Master," she whispered and added in a tone wickedly reminiscent of Uriah Heep. "Of course, Master."
Then she bent down a little and inserted her fingers in the elastic of her panties. She slipped them down over her rounded huaunches and down the lovely curvacious thighs, hips and calves leaving them to drop, and sit empty round her ankles. She could not but help wriggle a little in this process, a seductive gesture that made her Master smile broadly. (Beautiful, he thought).
"Good. Now, wait while I go to fetch the necessary equipment." He left the room and his trembling submissive, waiting in trepidation for him. Returning with his arms full of paraphernalia, he glanced around the room. Should he tie her over the back of the sofa? Or should he lie her on the floor and spread-eagle her limbs? Or even in the arm chair, her legs over the plush velvet arms, her hips pushed forward, her entire nether regions wide open to his pleasure?
"Sit on the coffee table, my precious," he instructed his submissive, moving the table to the centre of the room and placing the armchair at one end of the table.
"That's it - now lie back on the table and rest your head on the chair," he told her. Following his orders, she reclined, her head on the chair, her arms link by the signs of the table, her seat on the floor.
"Now, what I intend to do is to tie your feet to the table legs, like this, to keep your thighs as wide apart as they'll go. Then I will tie your hands together, under the table.... Like this... There, now, are you comfortable?"
"Sort of, Master," she replied nervously, closing her thighs a little.
"I'm just going to tie ropes around your legs, just below your knees, like this, and then pull them back and secure them to the table to make sure that your thighs remain open."
And that other things remain wide open too! He thought to himself.
"It's rather strange, Master. My groin aches!" His precious submissive complained as he tightened the ropes, gazing at her crack as her outer lips parted further to reveal the entrance to her territory.
"The pain will soon ease off," he said in a bluff tone,smiling and settling on the floor between her leg. He gazed appreciatively at her resting over the age of the table, the puckered entrance to her most private sanctum bared, opened in readiness to receive. Running his tongue around his lips he watched her test the bonds, tugging surruptitiously and then, gasping as a little peak of excitement at her constraint stirred deep within her pelvis.
"Enjoying yourself?" He murmured rubbing his fingers systematically in a little jar of sweet oils that he held in the palm of his hand. He could be very persusive when presenting the tip of his sticky finger to her nether entrance. In fact, she could only nod in agreement as he slipped his fingers against her hot hole and he pressed gently but inexorably inwards.
"No!Master!Please!" She cried as the well-oiled digit slipped into her tightness. "Please, Master, that's... Arrrgh! No!"
"Oh yes, my sweet!" He disagreed gleefully as he invaded her privacy, pushing his finger deep and deeper into her tight tube. He reached for her and rubbed her gently.
"Master, I've never... Goodness, that's...!" She breathed as he slipped slowly fingers into the fiery heat of her clenched muscles. He massaged the creamy inner flesh, heightening her pleasure as she started to moan and rise. Her fresh and viscous femininity overflowed from her stretched and inflamed pink petals to lubricate the thrusting fingers. Pressing on the return, he ambushed her love bud with his encompassing fingers, pumping from her all that she so sought.
"Please, faster......that's enough!" She contradicted herself as an inner shattering peak of sensation exploded from her clitoris. She was unable to close her legs to halt the beautiful torture, unable to move her hands to push him away from her writhing body
"Aah! Goodness! Master, I can't... Aaargh, yes!" . She could only endure the incessant waves of pleasure tearing through her fettered body. Her juices were glazing her Master's fingers, running down his hand, as she cried out in her ecstatic pleasure. Her body quivered uncontrollably and she squealed as he presented himself properly to her open lips. The organ slipped deep into her body, stretching her rubicund flesh, opening the very centre of her tightness.
This enabled the Master to move closer still and to stab between her widespread thighs, drenched with a glowing excitement. Slowly, he moved his hips forward, sinking into her tight sheath. Gazing into the mirror in front of her, she could see herself opening, stretching, accommodating the masterly weapon that drove into her quivering body. She knew full well that he would burrow his shaft into her until he came to rest his belly against her and she was completely impaled. She could only stare into the glass in amazement, emitting little gasps as her Master quickened his pace, driving harder and deeper into her. A smile curled on her pretty lips, as she closed her eyes, her body tensing yet again under his calculated violence. He had assessed the point that she would achieve the next induced peak as he rammed her with a vengeance, ever more forcefully.
So cold and calculating and yet so loving and providing, she thought, her muddled thoughts tumbling over one another as she reached the crest of a second wave. It was only at that point that the Master began to shudder to and pumped her full, lubricating his pistoning shaft and splattering her cervix. Male fluid oozed from her crudely stretched love sheath and ran down her firm thighs. He gathered some of the trickling moisture to bathe her nether regions. Spurting his last excitement, he collapsed over the submissive woman's heaving body, pushing himself aside to rest momentarily.
He lifted himself from her and then kneeling began to untie the trussed woman. Roughly, he turned her over until her belly was resting against the sweaty warmth of the coffee table. He gazed at her admiring the surrender that she offered as she lay there unable to move, exhausted by her endeavours. He looked at the soft contours of her lower back and pushed her firmly back into a position, so that she was well raised. The artificiality of her posture caused her to spread for his delectation.
He waited for a moment and then turned away. Slipping to the other end of the room, he went to examine the tools that he had brought earlier. Whips, chains, leather straps, vibratos of all shapes and sizes were strewn across the table. Grabbing a substantial metal toy, he grinned and returned to the tethered wench. She was still trembling from the throes of her previous orgasm, wrapped up in the residue of her own pleasure. The decanting moisture that slewed down her legs, distracted her from his presence.
He was completely aware of her state though as he took the phallus and presented the cold metal tip to her, easing the rounded end past her tightening muscles. Her mouth open, her eyes wide, she lifted her head and turned towards him, watching him stroke the cold phallus. She didn't protest, however, as he pushed the entire length of the metal rod deep within her, leaving only the start button revealed and nestling between her splayed buttocks. Kneeling behind her, he moved forward to lap at her, drinking in the remains of her excitement. He viewed the metal phallus protruding from the subbie's stretched cavity and let his finger hover over that start switch. Did she really like it so far up her?
He wondered whether she deserved any more frenzied rising. Would she like something else little bit more fleshy in her little nest! Later perhaps. So thinking, he looked at her reflection in the mirror and caught her eye. A flick of his wrist and the toy was spurred into action. He watched her quiver respectfully towards her third climactic triumph, under its degrading machinations. And other observers too could not have done other than smile as this purring pet gained just a little further understanding, ultimately.
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