Who Owns You?

I had just arrived home from shopping, picking up a few things for the little one to take one vacation. Heron, the man who owns my mind, body, and soul, had been waiting patiently for me to return.

Once the kids were settled, He locked the upstairs bedroom door and turned to me, telling me not to bother removing my clothes.  I looked sheepishly but left the tank top and skirt that tightly clung to my body.

Ushering me to the side of the bed, he stood behind me, kissing my neck and sliding the straps of the tank top down my arms, pushing it down enough to expose my tits.  He continued kissing along my neck while playing with my nipples, which quickly turned to pinching.

It caught me by surprise when his tenderness changed in a moment.  I found myself face down on the bed with my arms held behind me.  He tied my arms behind my back and then pulled me up pressing my back against his chest.  Kissing my neck again, he slipped the ball gag over my head.  My mind raced wondering what he would do to that would warrant the need for a gag.

He pushed my face back down into the bed, yanked up my skirt and slid my panties down.  With my feet still on the floor, he forced my legs to spread wider and slapped at my exposed pussy several times with a blue plastic ruler. It wasn't long before I felt the warmth of His hardness filling me from behind.  Every couple of strokes of his cock were accompanied by a few smacks on my ass with the very same ruler.

I was in pure bliss until he grabbed a fistful of my hair and brought me up to an upright position.  He continued moving in and out, but now his hand gripped my throat, while his other hand brought the ruler down across my tits  Now I knew why the gag was necessary.  I whimpered and cried out but he was relentless again and again, he pushed me face first in the bed, only to drag me up again to torture my nipples, sometimes using the ruler and sometimes using the thin whippy rubber flogger.    

Eventually, he pushed me all the way up on the bed.  On my back with my lower body hanging just off the side of the bed, arms still fixed behind my body rendering me completely helpless, he continued to thrust into me.  Standing over me, he alternated the flogger over my nipples.  Every time I wanted to cry out but the gag only muffled my sound.

He used the clothes that had now become bundled around my waist to gain better leverage, pulling me onto his cock harder and faster.

Yanking the gag down so that it hung around my neck, he asked, "Who owns you?".

"You do.", I whispered.

My answer is met with a sharp smack across the cheek.  It was just enough to get my attention and I quickly corrected myself.

"You do, Sir."

He acknowledged my answer with a "good girl" but also that my body had given something away.  He knew just how much I enjoyed being "man-handled" in this way.

The look in his eyes was so intense, primal even, as he pulled me up and close to him. With one hand supporting the back of my neck and the other around my throat, our eyes were fixed, connecting on a level that I can't quite put into words.

All I knows is that he owns me completely and nothing in this world could make me more happy.

For Your Pleasure

It was time to pay the piper so to speak.  I mentioned in one of my earlier posts, that I had inadvertently neglected some of my chores.  To be more specific, I had not been washing the cars and had not been as diligent as I should about the toilets.

Just to clarify, the cars...well there isn't much I can say except that there never seemed to be enough time and if there was, the weather seemed to be gloomy.  Honestly though, Daddy had been pretty lenient on that and I probably took a little advantage.  Now the toilets...well that was a matter of failed delegation on my part.  Let's just say, you better believe those girls of mine are not going to get me in trouble again.

So punishment came.  I entered the closet, stood facing the wall in display position and took my swift twenty licks of the paddle, not fun ones by any stretch of the imagination.  My cheeks wore the red rounded imprint of the paddle for hours. 

But also in the closet was a strange contraption.  In reality, it was a microphone stand he rigged for kinky purposes.  I don't know how easy it will be to picture in your mind but it stood a little taller than myself  and looked like a large T.  Daddy had looped twine around each arm the T and left a couple feet of twine hanging on both the front side and back side.

My eyes couldn't help but travel to the two ends of twine where the clover clamps were fastened.  

The look of THAT is pretty scary!

Oh, there's nothing to be scared of.

Hmmm...me thinks differently...

As I remained facing the wall of the closet, with my hands clasped behind my back, He positioned the stand right up behind me and brought one of the pieces of twine, with attached clover clamp, down over my shoulder and attached it upside down to my nipple.  Then did the same for my left nipple.  Obviously, I wondered what he would do with the two ends of twine still dangling over the back side of the stand.

Well, that was answered soon enough when I heard the jingle of weights. I tried to remind myself to  to breathe as the twine grew taunt and the full force of gravity pulled down from behind me, pulling  my nipples upwards. I think it's pretty fair to say this was somewhat uncomfortable!

Daddy walked around to my side and placed a ping pong ball against the wall.  He told me to lean forward, my own body weight now also pulling against the clamps, until my nose could hold the ball in place.

I thought He would just have me hold this for a few minutes.  But as He walked out of the closet, He reminded me that the ball BETTER NOT FALL and He would be back to check on me periodically during His workout....and add weight each time He returned.  Gulp

I stood there thinking is this really happening?

Then I heard the sound of the elliptical start up and the squeaking sound it makes while someone is on it and I had my answer.

Yep...it sure is.  I didn't know whether to be upset or think it was hot.   

At first, all I could think about was how my nipples felt like they were on fire and I tried so hard not to move a muscle.  But I also thought how silly I must look with this darn ball.  Eventually, my mind kind of wandered, focusing less on the pain, and more on why I was in this situation in the first place. I thought about how I would try harder and not take any of my chores for granted. 

I had no way to count the time but I figured it was somewhere around 5 minutes when I heard the elliptical stop.  Maybe He was just testing me and not going to put on more weight.  Maybe He was coming in to let me loose.

Nope!  That was not the case. 

At this point, the pain was pretty steady, but tolerable, and actually, I barely felt the additional weight.  I tried to ask Him how much longer and was disappointed when He ignored me and returned to His workout.  While He was gone this time, I thought more about the stupid little ball in front of me.  Toying with it, rolling it around just a little but not enough to make it fall.

Again no words when spoken when He returned, only the rattle of more weight and I don't remember feeling much at that point, in fact, I was getting pretty sleepy.  There were no thoughts, just waiting.

This time when He returned, He spoke.  It was gruff as He told me to back up and turn around.  I winced as the clovers pulled against the direction I was moving so He moved the stand with me.  Once He had direct access to my nipples, He took the ball and shoved it between my teeth.  This ended up being a really good idea because when those clovers came off it helped muffle my screams and sobs.  Wow...did that extra weight make it so terribly painful as they blood rushed back in.

Immediately, He plunged His hand down between my legs...

That's what I thought...

You can stop that crying.

The spanking was your punishment...

The last 20 minutes has been for your pleasure.  

And here I thought the whole thing was punishment!

A Decision Made

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Cold Fries and Cum: The Prelude

Thank you to one of my readers for requesting that I complete this story!  I never actually got back to writing what happened BEFORE the Cold Fries and Cum.  I meant to...had started it and deleted it several times.  Unfortunately, this was during my writing dry spell where I just had a problem finding the words for anything.  So here goes another try.

It was one of those rare late afternoons when we had the house all to ourselves.  Master was on the bed watching a football game.  Don't remember which one but I snuggled up to Him subtly suggesting a little action.  I wasn't quite prepared for His response and was a bit disappointed at first.

He insisted that I strip and lay there playing with myself while He watched the game. 

You are going to cum as many times as possible and you may not stop until I say so.

Being an object of someone's attention is usually quite hot, but I was not necessarily the object of His attention as much as I was merely a side show.  Being extremely horny though, I wasn't objecting (not that I could anyways).

Have you ever tried to enjoy yourself when someone isn't paying attention...and the game is blaring in the background?  I found out it wasn't as easy as it seemed but luckily, with the help of my never fail Magic Wand, I finally succumbed to several rockin' orgasms.  I would have been completely satisfied at this point, but the look on His face said you are no where near done. 

Get the clothespins and put them on your nipples.

Adding just that little extra stimulus and pain along with the vibrator brought about another couple of orgasms pretty quickly.

Now take one of the clothespins off as you cum.  Then the next time you get ready to cum again, put it back on.  Then do the same thing for the other nipple.

Wow...four more ouchie orgasms!  But really...the coordination it takes to put a clothespin on your nipple during an orgasm is a little baffling 

Take the clothespin off and go get something to put in your ass and pussy.

I hopped off the bed and fumbled around in our toy cabinet until I found the right dildo and a plug.  The plug I got was too small so He sent me back to the closet for a larger one.  Laying back on the bed, I inserted the plug and the dildo and went back to vibrating.  My body was already so exhausted and screaming to stop but I kept going as He wished, pressing my ass into the bed to make sure the plug stayed in.  Oh....I could even rock back and forth to feel it move just slightly in and out. 

With my left hand, I worked the dildo in and out of my pussy and with the right, I continued to vibrate.  The change in stimulus and the feeling of being so completely full was making me absolutely crazy easily led to several more orgasms.

During this time, I had been vaguely aware that Master was up and moving around the bedroom  He went to the closet and brought out both of the fuck machines.  He also pulled the restraints from underneath the bed.  As He assembled the fuck machines, I continued and the orgasms were now almost rolling from one into another.  I think this was the first time I had ever been pushed past that wall.  You know the one when you are so sensitive that you can't bear anything else touching you and you can't even think about getting off.  Now it was so sensitive that it was actually getting easier!

I was beginning to lose count when Master took the vibrator from my hands and mounted it onto a stand.  Carefully, He placed the head of the wand on my overly swollen clit and began strapping my legs spread eagle on the bed.  Just the act of being tied down caused my body to shudder uncontrollably under the vibrator again and again. Each orgasm now seemed to be forcibly escaping my body and the guttural sounds coming from me, I didn't even recognize as my own. 

My wrists are now cuffed and secured to bed above my head, and the plug still firmly embedded in my ass.  With my legs spread wide, He began to move the fuck machine into place so that it was now filling my pussy with each long stroke of the machine.  The second fuck machine was placed on the bed to the right side of my body with the arm extending towards my face.  He mounted a rather large dildo to the end and instructed me to roll my head over and take it in my mouth.  He turned it on, making sure that each stroke was going far enough into my mouth that it would touch the back of my throat but not quite enough to choke me. 

And with that, He announced that He was going to make Himself some dinner.  He closed and locked the door on His way out. 

Are you shitting me?!  He just left me here!  The humiliation of it ALL!! 

My stomach was growling, my body was tired, and I would have done anything to get up off my back.  As I laid there being pumped from both ends, it really bothered me that I had no idea how long He would be gone. 

Had He done this before I had 20 or so orgasms, it probably would have been much more enjoyable.

But eventually, my body couldn't deny the rhythmic strokes in my mouth and pussy.  The dildo in my mouth muffled any screams that were trying to escape as I came yet again...and then again even though my body had nothing left to give.

I heard the lock in the door and Master returned with some food...thankfully.  Or at least so I thought!  And well, you know the rest of the story:) 

          
 

 

 

The Slut

She wonders who is crossing the room with her Master.  Is it a man or woman?  

Something tells her that it's a man, then she starts to listen to the sound of his breathing and is almost 100% sure.  She's also partly sure that she knows who it might be and that puts her at ease.  Her Master instructs him to take a seat on the couch while He provides a demonstration of the violet wand.  Making small talk about the different attachments and intensities, she thinks how smart He was to pick this toy.  Not only is it one of her favorites but it is sure to take her nervous and self-conscious mind to a different place.

Her palms are sweaty and because she can't move anything else, her fingers begin tracing little circles nervously on the massage table.  She hears the wand start up but still jumps when it first touches her leg.  As He continues moving it over her body, she focuses less on the fact that someone is watching and slowly lets the sensations wash over her.  She is in a good place, that is until He pauses the wand over her pussy, delivering a zap though her shorts strong enough to make her arch as far as her tied down body will allow and yell 'Owww!". Definitely too loud for a hotel room unless you want more visitors so He gives her a firm warning.  Despite her best effort to stay quiet, she yelps even louder the next time.

Now with the ball gag in place, He invites the visitor to come take charge of the wand for a moment. So many conflicting thoughts should be going through her mind, but she feels pretty relaxed and doesn't mind as the wand travels over her leg, around her pelvis, and finds it's way to her breasts. 

Once the wand is back in her Master's hands, she hears Him ask, "Could you remove that?".  Before she even realizes what He means, the thin little cut-off wife beater is being gently torn down the middle, allowing her tits to completely fall free.  With a little chuckle, she accepts her fate and reminds herself that she has proudly shown them all over the internet!

It wasn't long though before she felt hands on bare flesh...different hands than she is used to.  Her mind is so lost as her nipples are massaged to stiff peaks and she can't even be certain but thought clamps might have just been put on her.  She realizes later, when they come off that they are, in fact, the clovers.   

Funny that her nipples didn't hurt, but her big hoop earrings were becoming rather uncomfortable getting caught between her neck and the table so she kindly asks Master to remove them, not thinking that her request would come at at price.  You asked for something...now I am expect something in return.  Using scissors, He cut her shorts up each side, leaving just a thin piece of fabric over her pussy.

As He resumes playing with the wand, He sees how she is desperately struggling to retain her covering (and dignity), refusing to move her lower body too much.  He uses the wand to zap her inner thighs over and over, laughing and commenting when she finally gets the message to spread her legs wider.   She now realizes that the last piece of fabric has fallen away and is no longer protecting her.  

Then the vibrators!  Oh God the vibrators!  Really it is almost more than she can bear but certainly takes her mind off being exposed.  The two men work her with the Hitachi on the outside and a smaller one on the inside.  She knows she is dripping wet, but doesn't care and is absolutely dying to cum.  They refuse to let her though, stopping every time she gets close.  Apparently, she was wrong in ever thinking that it would be difficult getting off in front of someone else.  Under the right circumstances and given the chance, she most definitely could! 

Now, she hears her Master shuffling around trying to move the fuck machine onto the table.  She thinks it's His visitor's hands that are on her again, this time spreading her open for the extra large dildo attached to the machine.  As it begins to move in and out of her slowly and rhythmically, the visitor moves her right hand and places it on his dick so that she could feel it bulging through his pants.

The caged slut begins to emerge from whatever deep recess she was banished to so long ago and  responds without hesitation, immediately taking his cock in her mouth when he untied her hands.   Shifting her head over to the side of the table, he continues to fuck her face.  One would think that she would have flinched or fought it at this point, but no...not her.

She still didn't fight it as her legs were untied and she was led off the table to kneel at his feet.  She continued sucking while her Master knelt down beside her and spanked her ass and pussy with a switch.  Not only was she moaning and gagging on the cock in front of her but she was flooding with wetness and desperately wanting more.   

She had found complete acceptance in her position and quite possibly...finally found her sub-space!

And as usual, despite all her previous reservations, the way her body responded told her dark secret.  Not only did she accept it, but she was thoroughly enjoying it!






 





        





 

The Pussy Never Lies

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