Merciless II

After showering and having something to eat, Terminator took me back upstairs and chained me up. He told me to relax, that he would be working downstairs and would be back later “to punish you again.”

“You promise?” I asked.

He didn’t respond but shot me a look that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, in fear and anticipation. He left and I sat on the bed, wondering what would happen next. My ass hurt from the spanking, and I knew there would be more. I lay back on the pillows and fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Little kisses and soft bites and licks down my back, mmmmmm when I wake up.

“Wake up, pussycat,” he says.

“I’m awake,” I say, turning toward him. He playfully plants kisses and bites over my stomach and breasts. We laugh and he lays in between my legs with his head on my stomach for a little while.  When he stands up his playfulness has evaporated. His face is serious. Dark. He looks at me for a long moment. Then he holds out his hand. “Come on,” he says.

I get up and take his hand, my heart pounding. He walks me to the chair next to the window, a bergère. He turns it to face away from me and bends me over the back of it. He ties my arms to the padded arms of the chair and as he does this I feel his monster erection brush against me.

He walks away and I feel the cold air hit my pussy and ass, and I shiver a little. I’m afraid. I’m excited. The blindfold heightens my other senses. I hear my heartbeat, feel my pulse in my pussy, the pull of my muscles and the cool air are all more intense than they would normally be.

When he returns he cuffs my ankles to a spreader pole. One ankle to each end of the pole, designed to keep my bent form accessible and visible, and also preventing me from responding or resisting to anything he had planned. I feel totally exposed and a little off-balance. I thought of his cock. Oh, joy.

I feel his warm fingers stroking my pussy and ass with something slick. I twitch slightly.

“Coconut Oil,” he says. Ah. My lube of choice.

“Thank you, Master,” I say. That cock. Please.

“Do you know why I’m punishing you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Because you’re leaving me,” he says. And I can tell from his voice that he means it.

I feel him behind me, but he’s not doing anything, just standing there. My whole body is straining with anticipation, with desire, but I can’t move. I listen. I wait. I want.

His hand grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes so hard that I yelp. Then I feel his cock, the tip of his cock, stroking the length of my pussy, softly. So softly. I moan.

“You’re a horny pussy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master”

Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke stroke, stroke. Oh god. Strooooke stroke, stroke stroke stroooooke. 

“You want cock, don’t you, pussy?”

“Yes, Master. Please.”  seriously, fuck me now because I —

Then he presses in, his slick head against my oiled clit, then circles and — I’m panting, moaning and flexing my knees trying to get more. More pressure, more pleasure, more cock, More.

Then he crouches down and I feel his hot tongue lick the back of my leg from ankle to knee. I gasp in surprise. My clit is throbbing. He kisses and licks the crease at the back of my knee until my leg feels like fire and I’m shaking. Then his tongue continues up the back of my leg to my ass cheek, which he bites so hard that I yelp in pain. He does the same thing to my other leg, and I’m shaking.

Then his lips sink into my sweet wet pussy, kissing and tonguing her with such tenderness that I would sink to my knees if I wasn’t bound. I can barely move in response to his sublime attention, and it’s killing me. I’m sure that’s the point.

I feel his tongue dance deep inside me, making me strain against the restraints, which makes him intensify the pressure until I’m moaning and pushing my pussy against his face, chasing that delight, that stroke, oh yes, and then he slides out of my pussy to my clit, which has come out to play. He licks her softly and swirls his tongue around her and I’m sobbing it’s so good, my legs straining, beads of sweat breaking out all over me,

I can feel my clit throbbing and erect, demanding relief, and I’m whimpering, trying to ride his face, his tongue, anything, anything to come, to feed that little beast. My pussy is so ready she’s clenching, squeezing a cock that isn’t there.

He stops tonguing me when my clit stands up. I can feel his hand on my leg, his thumb pressing in on my glute muscle, his breath on my pussy. He stopped and left me in limbo, incredibly aroused, shaking with it, panting for it, dripping for it and totally under his control.

“Pussy, what do you want?”


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Every time I breathed, the chains rubbed against my clit and my ass, arousing me, torturing me. When the dildo starts pulsing inside of me, I gasp in surprise, and start tense up. I’m lying in the fetal position with my hands cuffed behind me, and Terminator senses my fear. Of the intensity. He’s lying next to me, facing me and he leans in. “Let go,” he whispers in my ear. “Give in to it.” I lift my face to the sound of his voice and he gives me a deep, hot kiss. He moans, then leans back.

He’s stroking my breasts and suddenly pulls and twists my nipple hard enough to make me yelp, and my pussy contracts around the vibrator. My nipples have a direct line to my pussy. I loose myself in the divine sensation, writhing on the pulsating cock as he squeezes and pulls my nipple, making me moan with with with pleasure. The chains are stroking me with every move I make, giving me a delicious arousal. I writhed on the bed, drowning in all the sensation.

Terminator turns up the throb on the vibrator and its sooo good,  I’m moaning and whimpering and humping the fuck out of vibrator. Terminator is still tormenting both my nipples now, enjoying the effect it has on me. This is one thing he hadn’t discovered. He is so pussy-centric. He, plays with me, increasing and decreasing the pressure, sucking and biting them until I’m a moaning squirming writhing mess, coming and squirting all over the bed.

With each tug and twist of my nipples, my pussy convulses, and I’m having wave upon wave of orgasmic bliss, because the chains continue to stroke my clit and my ass. I’m sobbing and screaming, coming non-stop, and then he leans in and slides a finger up my ass. I start convulsing, and coming so hard I’m afraid my pussy is going to pop out. He removes his finger, kisses me again until I start calming down.  He stroking my stomach and feels my pussy still in spasms, so he opens my legs places his palm on my pussy, covering the dildo, and presses hard into my wet softness. This will calm her down. I don’t know how he knows this, but he does.

I feel him leaning over me, and feel his breath on my cheek. “You’re so beautiful when you come,” he says. “A total animal.” He licks my neck and his teeth suck me hard. He quietly unchains the dildo and slides it slowly out of me, My thighs, the bed are soaked. He releases me from the handcuffs and removes the blindfold. I squint at him because the light hurts my eyes.

“Hey beautiful,” he says.

I can barely speak, but I give him a beatific smile.

“Hello, Master,” I purr.

Mercy II

I’ve never been collared. I’ve never done any BDSM at all, but I know Terminator is into it and I feel safe enough in his hands to experiment and play with him. If I didn’t feel completely safe I wouldn’t be there at all.

 I spend a few minutes feeling the black leather collar and how the chain is connected to it. The collar is snug but not tight, and I can’t disconnect the chain. When I walked around the perimeter of the bed, the thin, heavy chain dragged on the floor lightly. I could reach the door, but the door was locked. I couldn’t remember ever noticing the lock on the bedroom door, but why would I? I only ever entered this room to fuck.

Thankfully the chain was long enough for me to reach the bathroom on the other side of the room. There are a dresser and wall unit opposite the bed, with a flat screen television and bookshelves built in. The wall adjacent the bed was floor to ceiling windows which were draped in opaque curtains.

I paced up and down,wondering what would happen next. How would Terminator exert his dominance? Anything could happen. I sat quietly cross-legged on the bed to listen. Silence.

I was lost in thought and absentmindedly started stroking my pussy. The flush of pleasure made me lie back on the pillows as I stroked, and I closed my eyes recalling the Terminator’s invasion of me earlier that morning. I lay there, eyes closed, idly stroking myself, my legs open, knees up so I could stroke the length of my pussy.

I heard the lock turn through a haze of pleasure and the door opened. Terminator stood there holding a tray of food looking at me, knees akimbo, hand in the cookie jar. He was not amused.

“I’m the only one touching that pussy this weekend. Stand up, you horny slut.”

I stood up, embarrassed, but what the hell else was I supposed to do? Read? Sex was in every molecule of the air I breathed. I watched him as he crossed the room and placed the tray on the dresser across from the bed. He took something from the drawer and sat down in a gray chair near the window.

“Come here,” he said quietly. His face was hard, his voice was serious. I felt a flutter of anxiety as I went to him, the chain rattling behind me. His gaze traveled up my body to my face and I saw the trace of a smile cross his mouth before the hardness returned to his face.

“You can’t be trusted.”

I was silent and stared down at my toes.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” He asked sternly.

“I’m very sorry Master, please forgive me.” I’m still staring at my toes.

“You don’t look sorry to me,” he said.

“I am, sir. Really.” I had to stop myself from laughing. I didn’t look up or I would  have lost it completely.

“I don’t think you are. You think this is funny. It’s not. You need to learn obedience.”

“Yes, sir.” I couldn’t keep the mirth from my voice. I haven’t been obedient since the fourth grade.

“Pussy, you need to learn the hard way to do as you’re told. You need a spanking. Lie down across my knees.”

I looked at him but didn’t move. Just because.

“I told you to lie down across my knees,” Tight voice.

I lay across his lap, and he positioned me to his taste. I lay there, feeling the hard muscles of his thighs, aware of my ass in the air in front of him, and trying to brace myself for the first blow.

He held me on his lap and slid two fingers into my pussy. He stroked her, teased juicy softness and played with her until I was just aroused enough to move in response, and started finger-fucking me transporting to creamy bliss.
“You know about safe words, right?” he asked softly.

“Hm? I was riding his fingers and barely capable of thought.

“Safe words? You know what they are?” he asked softly, fucking me harder with fingers (3 now).

“Umhm. Yeeees.” Writhing into his hand.

“Your safe word, if you need me to stop for any reason, is Mercy. OK?”

“Ummhmm” whatever, just don’t stop.

“Safe word is Mercy.” He said, stopping. “Repeat it.”

“Mercy,” I whispered.

wanting him to go deeper, and then his hand slid out of me and —

WHACK — he slapped my ass so hard the air left my lungs.

“You need to remember that I own you while you’re here.” WHACK WHACK before I can brace myself.

I whimper.

“And that you only do what I give you permission to do.” WHACK

I am gasping…there is an intoxicating sting after the pain of each slap that is making me juicier. He hits me in the meatiest, curviest part of my ass cheek, his hand landing at the perfect spot each time, for maximum sting and bounce. Baby, hit me again.

“You’re a defiant slut and I won’t have it.” WHACK really hard. Then that sting, that tingling, sweet torture. My pussy was starting to twitch. So horny, a surprise even to me.

I whimper, and I know I’m wriggling against him. He grabs my hair and yanks my head up and with his other hand he lets loose. WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK

I’m howling, but that tingling sting has me writhing against him through the pain. When he stops and releases my hair, I’m panting hanging over his knee. I try to catch my breath, and I want him to fuck me. My clit is throbbing.

He helps sit up on his lap and he kisses the tears from my face. His hand glides between my legs and his fingers slip into my hot wetness to torture me further. I moan, wanting his fingers to delve deeper, to stroke me harder.

Suddenly he stops. “Get on the bed.”

Yay, I think, he’s going to fuck me. I lie on my back, the chain dragging behind me.

“Get on your stomach,” he says.

I follow his orders in horny anticipation. I feel him kneel between my legs but instead of fucking me he grabs my wrists and handcuffs my hands behind my back. Next, he blindfolds me. Then he places a pillow under my abdomen.

I lie there and I hear him walk to the night table and open it, rifle through and close it. Silence.

His mouth covers my pussy in soft, wet sweet kisses. He goes from back to front, kissing and sucking me reverentially. When his lips reach my clit, he swirls his tongue around my her with relentless focus, until I’m whooping and yelling, bucking my pussy against his face as he sticks his fingers in my velvet pussy and finger-fucks me while he sucks me sending me into a squirting, screaming climax that has me straining  against the cuffs. I lay there afterward, twitching with a smile on my face.

“Good girl,” he says and slips a huge dildo into me. “I love to watch you come.”
I can hear the smile in his voice. ” Let’s see how many ways we can make you come.”

I hear something that sounds like a chain and I feel the dildo inside me move. Then a chain falls in my ass-crack and goes up my back, then snaps to the back of my collar. Then he turns me on my side and connects another chain from the front of the dildo up to the front of the collar. Juuuust tight enough to graze my clit in the front and stimulate my ass in the back. I lay there, writhing against the dildo in spite of myself, and the chains absolute rubbed against my pussy in the front and my ass in the back.

Then he turned on the remote control.

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