Your touch is feather light on my skin, sending shivers through my body. I try my hardest not to noticeably shake as the ripples of pleasure from feeling your fingers on my body soar through me like lightening across the sky. My back is to you and your breath is hot on my neck. You know what I want, what I need, but you want to take your time, teasing me as always with the patience of a thousand men. Your fingers trail over my shoulder blades and down my arms, going back the path they came from and then down my spine, fingering the thin material keeping me from being totally nude before you.
Ever so slowly you take gently slide the strap on my shoulder down my arms, first one and then the next, exposing my upper back and neck to you more fully. My hands ache to rush you, but you have commanded me to stand still, unmoving, and not to even dare try to make you go faster than you want to go. My breath catches in my throat as I feel your tender kiss at the nape of my neck. Hot and wet you breath onto me, licking the skin beneath your mouth, causing goosebumps to pop up and shivers to run through me once more. In my mind I am begging you to just bite down on me, to mark me, hit me, suckle on my neck, anything more than feather light touches and frustratingly slow movements.
Your hands, still holding tight to the straps of my gown, slide down my arms, exposing more and more of my body to your awaiting eyes. “Mmmmm, you look simply fuckable” you tell me as you kiss my neck again, harder, wetter, and longer than before. I exhale slowly, praying to whomever will listen that you will stop this maddening tease and just fuck my brains out already. You laugh, like a true sadist, knowing that withholding pain from a masochist such as myself is the worst thing a sadist can do.
I start to turn my head to you, ready to break the rule of silence and beg, promise, plead with you to hurt me; but just as I move my head and my hair starts to sway your hand is suddenly around my throat, gripping me with a fierce anger. “I commanded you to be still, slave!” you loudly whisper in my ear, the displeasure in your tone so thick even a deaf person would have picked up on it. I stiffen, afraid that I may get the worst punishment if I move again: no punishment at all.
How I ache to have you roughly grab me, to be thrown onto the bed by you and ravaged like a bitch in heat. I think of the marks you have given me before, the way my body looks when it is bruised by your hands, the way I feel as you inflict your lusts across my skin with the belt or the flogger or the cane. I almost moan aloud as I consider the many different ways you could abuse me, but I bite back the moan as well as the question of forgiveness. I do not want to be forgiven. I want to be beaten.
Your hand around my throat relaxes, “That’s better, my slave. Being obedient will get you what you desire, what I desire to give you.” and with the final word your hand releases my throat and then slaps me hard across my back. I move forward an inch, lavishing the sting, the heat rising to the surface of my skin. Without thinking I sigh loudly happy and lustful for more. You hit me again, this time with the rubber flogger, across the same spot. My back curls away from you and the instant I realize what I am doing I bend to give you better access. I want more.
Letting go of my dress completely, it tumbles to the floor, no longer supported on the straps by your fingers. “On your knees, slut” you command me, and immediately I go down, knowing fast obedience is the surest way to more pain and pleasure. Your foot finds it’s place in the middle of my shoulders and pushes me onto all fours, not rough enough to hurt, just enough to let me know how you want me. I crouch there, shivering slightly from the cold and anticipation of what may come next. A hard smack of the paddle across my naked bottom let’s me know that you have more tools at your disposal and are more than ready to enjoy them. I arch again, raising my ass to you, my way of silently begging with my body. Again you hit me, and again, and again. My ass is on fire and yet I want more. Then you stop and it is quiet for a moment. I ache to look at you, to see what pleasures you have in store for me next. Suddenly the harsh pinch of your fingers is felt all over me; my ass first, bringing out more pain and a moan of ecstasy from my dry throat, then on my sides, my legs, my arms. As you reach over me to get to my wrists I realize you are also naked and I wonder how on earth you managed to pull that off just before I forget everything except the feel of your hard cock resting between the slit of my ass cheeks. I suck air in quickly, trying my best to be still as instructed, all the while screaming to move harder against your thick rod.
“You like this, don’t you little girl?” You whisper gently into my ear, leaning harder onto me. “You may answer me now, slave” you whisper again, being sure to blow extra hot air over my neck and shoulder as you speak. “Oh yes, Master” I reply, trying to put every ounce of desire I can muster into those three short words. “You like it when Daddy punishes his slut and gives her exactly what she needs, what she deserves, don’t you, little girl” you say, as your hand fondles my ass, your fingers finding their way to my sweet, wet pussy. My only response at this point is a long moan, and finally, ignoring your command, I move against your hand, hoping you will put a finger deep inside. “Oh, yes. You’re soaking wet, slut” you tell me as you drive not one but two long fingers into my waiting cunt. Without any gentleness left you start to fuck me right there with your hand, kissing my back, my shoulders and my neck, your lust finally taking control of the patience you had and winning it’s long awaited desires.
Before I know what is happening you pull your fingers from my tight slot and shove your stiff, thick cock into me. I cry out in joy. Your hand rushes to my throat and you grasp it holding tight. “I told you to shut up, whore!” you say, pushing harder, faster into me as you tighten your grip. I no longer care for your rules and can not contain the pleasures within me from escaping in moans and grunts as I move with you. You release my throat and grab my hips, fucking me harder. One hand suddenly releases my side and then slaps down across my ass, my back, my upper arm and then on my ass again. I scream out as I orgasm over the top of ecstasy mountain and crash to the bottom of the valley in my mind. I hit subspace just you bite down on the lower left side of my back. Your teeth demanding another orgasm out of me, one hand gripping my side for balance the other pinching my nipple and pulling my breast. We continue on like this for some time, me crying out in pleasure, orgasm after orgasm until finally you grunt loudly and spill your load into my waiting pussy. Sweaty and tired we collapse on the floor in a heap, your pressing against my body, making it slightly difficult to breath. But I don’t care. I have been fucked properly, reminded of my place, reminded that you are Master and I am slave and nothing in the world could possibly make me happier.