Bound to cum

September 1

What time is it? It could be morning or night. How long have I been here? Bound, blindfolded, gagged. My legs ached from the bindings, from being bent in this position so long. The blindfold was firm in place, no light filtered through, I could only visualize what I must look like right now. I could barely move, my arms pulled behind me. My ears strained for the slightest sound, the slightest movement. I’d been here for what seemed like hours. But my *** had only just begun. I heard the door creak open. The sound of heavy footsteps, approaching. I could feel my *** quicken, my heart pound. A loud shutter, a chuckle. They’d taken a picture. A memento of my ***ness. Their prized possession, bound and tied with a bow, just for them. I smelled soft leather, as it brushed across my lips, which were stuffed with cloth, now soaked with my own spit. The flog, I guessed, trailed its way lower, down my chest, my belly, out and protruding. A quick flick, I could feel the heat building on my skin, which must be reddening now. My muffled gasp and clenched eyes. Of course they knew they had surprised me, they chuckled and tsked at my reaction. “Did I leave you long enough alone? I wonder, what did you think about all this time to make such a big mess for me?” Their words were laced with a smirk. I hadn’t realized I’d been making a mess. Another flick, this time against my breasts. I could hear their breath inhale and blow cool air on my exposed mound. I shivered. I yelped, though it was muffled and I bit hard into the fabric as the sharp edge pierced my thigh. Nails, knife, I did not know, but I felt warm dribble down my thigh. I felt their strong callused hands grip my thigh firmly as I felt a wet warm breath caress the cut, sucking the hurt away. I could feel my eyes roll back. “You like that don’t you? You love when I hurt you.” Their hand softened and moved lower, dipping inside for the briefest instant with such ease. I must’ve been very wet, and gaping open for them. “Very good.” And then I heard it. A vibrating sound clicked on. My heart beat faster. Would they once again tease me? Push me right to the edge just to pull back and watch me shiver with need? They ran the vibrating end over my thighs, across my chest, on the peak of my swollen nipples. I shuddered again. And then they placed it there, right on the spot begging to be touched. It felt overwhelming after hours of nothing, nothing but my fantasies flicking through my mind. But now, now I felt an overwhelming amount of sensation, my breathing quickened, my body ready for the release of been waiting for. My moans though stifled by the fabric became louder and louder, they must know I was going to erupt soon. The thought of them taking the vibration away made me feel even more feral in my need. As I felt my body start to seize at the overwhelming pleasure, I realized they were not going to tease me today. No, they had much more sinister plans in store for me. I came, and felt my body go slack. They chuckled “good, I hope you like the next one just as much.” They removed the vibrating end and placed it back on my nipples, the vibration surging through my body, already feeling on edge at what was to come. And then they did it again. Placed the vibrating end once again on the spot, once again bringing me to climax. Each climax came faster than the last, pulled and seized at my stiff muscles. I felt my wetness under my bottom, I was sitting in a pool of my own mess. I could barely breathe by the time they were done with me. My body felt exhausted, overwhelmed by the slightest touch. The vibrator clicked off. Their hands moved rapidly over my sensitive spot and I felt myself cum again. I felt so exhausted, and yet, I ached for them, I needed to be filled with them. As if reading my mind, I felt their hand grip my thigh, and the other slowly enter inside me. Not just a finger, but the whole hand, slowly entering to the hilt of the wrist. I heard the slick squishy noise as they turned their poised hand inside me. I was being stretched open, and while the pleasure was insurmountable I was pulled to the brink of destruction. I was being fucked like the little slut I was, used to my masters delight. I felt lightheaded and dizzy, the feeling absolutely overwhelming my senses….

I awoke in bed, naked, covered with a soft blanket, a glass of water on the bedside table which I happily drank a few big gulps of. My lover lay beside me softly staring at me. Roving my body with their eyes. I stretched, feeling the ache in my legs, I noticed I’d been bandaged along the cut they’d cruelly inflicted on me. I glanced at them after examining the bandage. A sheepish smile. I laid next to them as they wrapped their arms around me, a soft kiss on the back of my head, and we drifted off to sleep,