The following was a scene I recently played out with my 63yo Master.
Everything was agreed before play, with safe-signals in place, and everything was completely consensual. I had so much fun I just had to write it! Enjoy š
He caught me off guard, grabbing me from behind and putting me in a chokehold. He pulled back so I was on tiptoes, and groped my tits, before choking me harder. My breath hitched, tears formed at the corners of my eyes, and my feet started to kick as he started slapping my tits until they were red.
I remember the toy falling out of my hand and to the floor, right before my legs slumped. Thatās when he released me from the hold and bent me forward over the bed. Dazed, I was hardly aware of him tying my wrists behind my backā¦
But I snapped out of it when he started to spank me hard. And again. And again. Too hard. I cried out, begging him: āMaster please-ā to be more gentle.
āNo,ā he said firmly. āAnd I dont want to hear your complaints. Iāve got something for that though, donāt worryā¦ā
The next thing I knew he was forcing a plug gag into my mouth. There was no turning back now, with hands tied, and no way to communicate, I was completely at his mercy.
Fingers pressed against my clit, and then pushed into my tight pussy. One, then two- I tried not to cry out, not to make any noise behind the gag, but then my Masterās hand moved up and pressed against an even tighter hole.
Weād spoken about anal before, it is something I hardly have experience of, am a bit frightened of. But when negotiating this scene I said I wanted it. That I wanted to give it to him. And now, with wrists bound, with mouth gagged, nothing was stopping him from taking it.
I squealed as I felt his fingers press up against it, I tried to move my legs and get away, but he held me down and simply reached for the lube. In a heartbeat his finger forced in all the way, stretching me without any preparation, and I howled in a way I never had before. Like an animal. A rush of emotions and thoughts flooded through me as he pulled his finger out only to push it back in harder: I was excited, ashamed, and 100% his fucktoy.
Even though it hurt, even though I was crying out, I couldnāt help but enjoy it. My pussy was soaking wet, betraying me.
He stopped, and I felt the cold metal of a butt plug. Crying, I was torn between wanting it and not, but he is in charge. I screamed behind the gag as the plug was forced in, as quickly as his finger had been. A quick sharp pain then that strange feeling of being full. And soon after I could feel a dildo sliding into my tight pussy, slick with evidence that despite all of my screams and cries, I was loving every moment of this.
My Master rammed the big dildo in hard, until it hit against my cervix, before fucking me fast and hard with it. In the meantime the plug moved and created sensations that I wasnt used to. He told me he was going to make me cum, and with the sound of his voice talking dirty, the dildo slamming in and out of my wet pussy, and my cries and screams of pleasure and pain, I came hard.
Legs still shaking, I was barely aware that my Master had moved around the bed. The plug and dildo were still inside, but now he was in front of me. He pulled my face closer to his crotch, unplugged the gag, then fed me his cock. With my lips forced open, I used my tongue as best as I could to serve him. No matter what kind of play we are doing, I canāt resist the taste of his cock. He moved my head on and off his thick cock until he was satisfied, then moved so he was behind me again.
He tugged on the butt plug and I squealed as he pulled it out along with the dildo. My breaths started to shorten. He pushed me so I was on my back; my wrists still bound behind, meant my hips were pushed up. I looked up at him with pleading eyes, but I knew already where his cock was going next.
He easily seized the backs of my legs and pushed them back as the head of his cock pressed against me. All manner of sounds, gagged pleas and cries, were coming from me, but I could see that primal look in his eyes that meant only one thing.
The buttplug had already prepared the hole, his cock slid up against it, and then inside. Tears streamed down my face. The plug in my gag had fallen out, leaving my mouth wide open, just like a sex doll, as he fucked me hard. This is what I wanted, to be used, to make Master happy, to be helpless and have my choices taken away.
The feeling of his cum shooting and spilling inside me there was strange, but it felt like a victory. Iād finally done it.
He untied me, and held me, both of us sated, and spent, and happy.
I was sore for nine days after, that pleasant sort of ache thatās a reminder of being owned and used hard.
I canāt wait to do it again.
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