This is what happens girls, when you fib about your experience to your Master…
A re-edit and re-post
He checks the last knot of the tight ropes sealing her ankles together. Her high heeled feet are trapped securely in his rope. Feeling up her bound ankles starts to make his dick lengthen in his pants.
He runs his large rough hand up the full length of her bare legs. Leisurely stroking the smooth flesh from ankle to upper thigh. His strong fingers stop to knead her flexing and trembling muscles at every point on her bare legs. Especially where more rope surrounds her soft skin.
The coarse tight strands dig painfully into her legs, turning her skin crimson, as she futilely tries to move her legs and escape her twisted predicament. But that is an entirely useless endeavor.
He slides the hem of her dress up high and forces his large meaty hand firmly in between her quivering thighs. He can feel her pussy twitch and see her stomach clench as he fondles what he has already enjoyed more than once.
There is a residual dampness there, where her thin lace thong once was. And the more he plays with her moist privates the more distress laden gurgling and groaning noises she seems to make.
But he is sure her earlier arousal has disappeared. Her once lustful emotions, now replaced by anxious fear of what he will cruelly do next to her trapped body.
The taser he had used on her pussy and ass, as he forced her into this demeaning position, probably helped take care of that. It hurt like hell and had her flailing about and screaming for him to stop, and to forgive her for her ineptitude. But it did make forcing her to sit in this cruel position that she is now stuck in, oh so much easier.
Now held in a most devious and degrading set of circumstances, which she didn’t see coming, she is unwillingly succumbing to his masterful touch and sadistic long-term punishment.
A twisted and horrible punishment that he hopes will do a masterful job of training her in the end whether she likes it or not. Her opinion on the devious predicament doesn’t matter to him. He only wants to teach her a lesson, in the worst way possible.
He grins into her suffering face and then probes his fingers into her delicate folds. She gurgles something, a plea of mercy possibly, based on the begging look appearing now in her eyes.
‘Oh, you are most uncomfortable. Good! A pretty lying bitch deserves this!’, he says into her anguished face.
A few hard grinds of his fingertips into her hidden away clit and one long hard twisting pinch of the sensitive bud, make the tiny tear escaping her right eye, turn into a trickling stream. Plus, she tries to shriek around the thing jammed in her mouth.
A few seconds of satisfying clit pulling and pinching, he then pulls his wide hand out from between her shaking legs and he strokes her exposed throat with the back of his firm knuckles.
Her throat is already hinting at bulging, and he can see her desperately trying to swallow. Deep gurgling and indecipherable moans try to escape her degradingly dildo plugged mouth.
“Yes, sweetie, I know you’re uncomfortable, very uncomfortable indeed. But this can’t be helped. You deserve it! You fucked up!”
He wraps his hand around her throat, just below her new collar. He squeezes tight for a few long seconds. The fear in her eyes makes his aching dick twitch and spurt a tiny shot of spunk down in his jeans.
“I expected your oral skills to be much more advanced for a woman of your experience, you even told me so...And yet, you were literally choking and coughing back up every drop of cum I shot into your mouth, as I tried to skull fuck your pretty head...You lied!”
He shakes his head in mock disbelief and then taps her on the nose, before running his finger down the length of the rubber, cock like rod, descending downward into her trapped open mouth. His finger stops at a line marked number ‘4’, as he murmurs into her tormented face.”
“How is that possible? How can you call yourself a completely trained slave, when you can barely swallow four inches of cock? Jezuz…You lying pathetic slut!”
There is another mournful moan from his seated captive. Her eyes now darting all around the corner of the room she is trapped in. Looking hopelessly for a way out of her predicament that can never come. Unless he allows it.
She can see only more frightening evidence that the rest of this weekend, or terrifyingly the coming week as he has threatened, may be one of dire consequences for her inability to have properly orally pleased this man.
He notices her panicked look, and he is now absolutely rock hard in his jeans from observing her intensifying distress. He leans down in close to her trembling and anguished face, and remarks,
“You are so fucking sexy like this. Nastily bound and forced to swallow this obscene deep throat trainer. But you deserve it! Don’t you?”
He gropes her breasts through the thin fabric of her heavily semen stained sun dress. Enjoying the feel of her smallish yet pert B cup tits.
“You really made a mess of my floor, and your dress? Your sexy little dress, it’s a real mess!” he laughs into her face.
He gropes her tits even harder through the fabric of her dress covering her pushed out chest. Her chest having to stay that way due to the now incredibly uncomfortable elbow bondage he has her trussed up in. Bondage she had agreed to, but now utterly regretted.
He pokes at the many, many wet spots now decorating her dress between her rapidly rising and falling breasts. Two large spots even still have a splotch of his cum clinging to the material. He swipes the two bits up and then raises his finger to her forcibly kept spread lips.
“Here, at least get this little bit back in where it belongs.” he says with a smirk as he spreads the sticky substance around the hard rubber phallic rod jammed into her gasping mouth.
He smears the semen just above the ‘4’ inch marker on the ‘cock swallowing trainer’, as he calls it. Then he stands tall and grips the stainless steel pole mount that keeps the fake cock impaled in his trapped slave’s mouth.
She is looking straight up at his moving hands. The steel collar and neck chain affording her no other position. Her suffering tears are beginning to drizzle down over both cheeks and they are matching the trickle of drool now coming from the corners of her forced open mouth.
Her eyes go huge and a choked off squeal of distress she emits, as she feels the rubber cock plunge further into her forced open mouth. Another click and the cock is now ‘5’ inches into her mouth. Its cock like tip now beginning to penetrate into her throat and threaten to block her breath.
She can taste that little bit of semen smeared on the rubber and spreading to her sore lips. She begins to shiver as he goes back to stroking her throat and fondling her heaving chest.
Her neck begins to permanently ache as the rigid collar digs into the flesh at the back of her morbidly titled head. She strains to get away from the thing impaling her mouth and forcing its sick way into her throat. But the train of chain links keeping her secured strictly in place, is too unforgiving.
Her gasping wet choking sobs grow loud. Her sobs are now sounding pained and tortured. Which he expected…and hoped for. He shows her that he appreciates her suffering with a satisfied smile at her.
His deep voice once again fills the small room as he reaches back up to the diabolical looking contraption that is endlessly assaulting her mouth and holding her prisoner. He pulls out the steel pin, which holds the phallic rod in place and begins to sink it down another inch.
Her choking, gasping wails are now making him rock hard. Her whole body is shuddering as she sits there, demonically roped up and held unwillingly in the throes of degrading forced oral training.
“There, there slave. I know you’re stressed… but accept your fate...You have no other option. In the coming hours…and days, I will make you accept every possible inch of every deep throat trainer I have. It should be fun...fun for me...And for you, well I expect a couple days or so of utter terror and humiliating extreme discomfort, before you learn the skill of truly deep throating a master’s cock.”
There is a click as he locks the penetrating, mouth spearing, dildo in place. Another excruciatingly long inch of rubber cock stabs down into the back of her gagging throat.
Now there is intense dread and desperation in her eyes. Panic grips her and she begins to flail. Her rope bound legs thrash and try to kick out below her. How she is going to survive days of this sadistic oral torture she can’t imagine.
It is an entirely useless flailing about, that has him grasping her bound elbows with one large hand and stroking her saliva covered cheek with the other. His smile large and lecherous, as he watches more of her pale thighs appear. Her vain flailing causing her cum stained short dress to ride even further up.
“But we’ll get thru it... together, I promise...In fact I promise to be here with you, every hour of every day, as we properly train your lying lips into what should be a beautiful cock sucking mouth.”
With his grip on her bound arms released, he begins to unsheathe his erect and ready to erupt dick. Stroking its full length rapidly, now that is free of his snug jeans. Faster and harder he pumps its long length, sordidly in time to her gasping gurgling wet choking struggles.
Unhindered by her attempts to flail herself out of this predicament, six inches of fake cock invade and violate her mouth and throat.
Her panicked eyes glance over and up at him. Her eyes say it all. She is begging for release as she fights for breath, as she tries to swallow around the sick thing stuck in her mouth and blocking most of her throat.
This physical struggle she displays, the struggle and the anguish on her face, the noticeable bulge in her gasping throat, make him cum long and hard. His fisted cock exploding his hot sticky jism over every inch of her shaking bare thighs.
“And in the end slave,” He grunts out thru his long climax, “You’ll learn the joy of swallowing your master’s entire…. Thick... Length…Every thick inch... You’ll experience the pleasure…fuck yes... of having your owner’s balls slap against your pretty chin and your nose mashed into your lord’s pubic bone.”
And with a final long series of pumps, he empties his balls on her creamy and shuddering bound thighs. Brutally restrained the way she is, she can barely glimpse what he is up to. But she feels it when he begins to swipe his hand back up over her cum covered thighs.
It takes many swipes, and after each swipe he smears the copious discharge of his balls around the invading fake cock. Lathering the rubber shaft, and her quivering lips in his fresh ejaculations. It drips down into her slobbering mouth for her to taste, to eventually swallow, whether she wants it to or not.
With a final lean into her despondent and horrified face, he smiles and utters,
“Expect it.. Accept it...Swallow it whole, like a good slave cunt should. The sooner you learn what your mouth is for and how it should work, the sooner we’ll have you out of this predicament and on your knees where you truly belong….Now then…shall we try and get seven inches in there before I leave you for the night?”
