I’m sitting curled up near the head of the bed and he’s lying on his side facing me. He’s playfully pulling the chain attached to my collar, softly pulling it, winding and unwinding it around his hand.

We’re drinking wine, listening to music and talking. I’m relaxed and happy, and I begin to think that we were done fucking, and that this is how we will end. Sexy, friendly and flirtatious. So sophisticated and grown up, I think to myself. We’re naked of course, and I’m working on my third glass of an outstanding Malbec. I’m feeling slightly buzzed and slightly horny.He’s watching me with a lazy smile on his face. Occasionally he takes a sip from my glass. His eyes travel down my body and back up to my face again and again, as if he’s trying to memorize me.

“What are you going to do?” he asks. I laugh, because I know he means how will I be able to deal without our…fireworks. “After a mourning period,” I joke, “I’m sure I…and I trail off. The words dry up in my mouth. We will probably never encounter lovers that replicate the explosive chemistry we have. The insatiable hunger and the orgasmic intensity we’ve experienced together happens once in a lifetime. We will recall each other with a nostalgic sigh years from now, our affair a fading memory. Or will it remain as vivid and immediate as it feels now?
I take another sip of wine and say, “I don’t know and I don’t want to know until the last possible second.”

He sits up takes my glass and puts it on the side table and takes me in his arms. Our kiss feels like a hurricane storming through my veins, a hurricane of fire that ignited a deep and immediate need for him.

My mouth moved to his chin, which I licked and bit softly; to his strong jaw which I lick slowly; to his neck, which I kissed and nibbled and down to his chest; I kissed my way down to his cock and licked my way back up to his abs. He flipped me onto my back and kissed my neck and my breasts and I moaned in protest. I wanted him in my mouth again.

“I’m going to give you what you need,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you ’til you beg for mercy.”

His hand was already between my legs stroking me until my pussy is silky we and my clit is peeking out, straining for relief. Just when I hope he’s going to slide that monster cock into my tight, wet pussy, he slides off the bed instead.
“Where are you going?”

He doesn’t respond, but at the corner of the bed near my left foot he slides his hand under the mattress and pulls something out. He grabs my left ankle and closes a cuff around it. It’s attached to a chain which disappears under the mattress. My hearts starts beating a mile a minute in excitement because I know what this means.

He quickly cuffs my other foot and then both my wrists to either side of the mattress and wraps a chain around my neck, then under me, between my ass cheeks, up between my pussy lips, over my clit and on up the front of my body to the front of my collar and attaches it there. I gasp when he attaches it because its tight. It’s deep in my ass, tight in my pussy, every movement against its cold hardness is sweet torture. Every time I move it tightens and rubs against some soft part of my pussy and ass. He’s leaning over me watching me. I’m splayed out like a letter X on his bed. I pull against the restraints and feel a thrill in my pussy.

“You’re safe, pussy. I won’t let anything happen to you. Anything bad (smile). Remember the safe word,” he whispers, bending over me and softly biting my nipple.

He moves away again and a few seconds later returns to place a cushion under my ass to tilt my pussy upwards and raise my pelvis off the bed so that the restraints are taut and pull on my hands and feet ever so slightly. And the chain. The chain is so tight against me I’m madly writhing against it because it’s touching my clit and I have to come. It’s maddeningly impossible because I’m restrained, but I’m pulling and writhing and yanking, trying to get relief.

“Settle down, you horny little slut,” he smiles.

“I need to come,” I say.
“Be careful what you wish for, pussycat.” He slides his delicious ten inches into me, and we both groan as my pussy twitches and tightens around him. She’s taking him, claiming him.

Then the delicious agony of his sloooow pull out, and omg the chain. He slowly slides in and I feel my ass closing around the chain as it pulls against me. He starts pumping faster, every thrust bouncing me and yanking the restraints and the chain in my pussy. I’m in heaven as he starts thrusting faster and faster, pushing and rubbing and pulling that chain against my tender, hot wetness. I’m feeling so many sensations: his cock hitting that itchy place deep inside me, the chains stroking all my hot spots, the collar pulling my neck, the restraints yanking against my wrists and ankles, I’m breathless and intensely aroused.

I hear his harsh breath as he pumps me hard and steadily, so deeply that I’m just grunting in response. I want him to fuck me like this forever. He pumps me harder and faster and I start coming, moaning and squirting, and he fucks me harder and faster, making me scream (in delight) and squirt again in a spray. He slams through my triple O: Anal, vaginal and clitoral.

He continues fucking me like a piston, his dark pulsing cock slamming in and out of me like a machine, pounding me harder and harder, making me moan and scream and plead: “Yes, yes fuck just like that, fuck me harder, give it to me, oh I love it like that, destroy me….”
He grabs my hips and thrusts tight small thrusts hard into me, really pulling the chain against my pussy, making her grip him tight. making me push and push against him, sending me over the edge in a screaming squirting orgasm that has me thrashing against the restraints.

He continues pumping me, sweat coats his ripped chest and stomach. His face looks hard and focused, his hips never stop. It feels glorious because he’s hitting that spot that makes me purr. I mean my pussy loves being fucked, but there’s that little spot deep inside that when it gets stroked is magic. The spot that loosens your spine and makes you walk with a swing in your hips. The spot that makes you melt like butter against him after you come. That’s the spot that turns your voice into silk velvet when you speak to him. The spot that makes your knees buckle. The spot that’s both itch and scratch. That’s the spot he’s pumping now, with intent fury, and I’m howling with pleasure. I become aware of his iron grip on my hips and his angry thrusts seem to be marking me as well as giving me pleasure. I start screaming with wave after wave of orgasm, my pussy convulsing, my clit straining against him, gushing again, thrashing, and it doesn’t break his furious pace for a second.

He surprises me by stopping suddenly and pulling out. Slowly, because my pussy has a death grip on him. I see his impossibly big tool glistening and dripping from my juices. He uncuffs me and says roughly: “Get on your hands and knees.” Of course, I comply.

He shoves his dick into me from behind and starts pumping me hard immediately. When he pulls on the chain and yanks my neck, I feel a delicious twinge and I push against his cock, scratching that itch until he’s not pumping me anymore, I’m fucking him, squeezing his cock with my pussy until he says, “I want you to sit on my dick. I want to watch your ass while you fuck me.”

He lay down and backed onto him, slowly lowering my hot pussy onto him. I can feel his cock throbbing against my g-spot as I squeeze him, work him, twerk him as he squeezes and slaps my ass. I love twerking him (why did we never do this before?) and when I start to come, he flips me down on my stomach and shoves his cock into me, and continues fucking me in a frenzy.

Even I after I come, howling and screaming, he continues fucking me violently, his arm around my neck. I’m so done I feel like a rag doll. I lay there and mindlessly take it for a few minutes because it feels good, but when I can’t lift my head off the bed to speak, I decide it’s time to give in. It takes me a while and I can barely get the word out:


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No Mercy: Punisher


After releasing me from the restraints and blindfold Terminator bathed me, fed me and watered me. Then he put me to bed collared and chained, like a good sub.I wake from the post-coital coma with Terminator is spooning me.

I take inventory. My ass is sore from the spankings and the bites — there will be bruises. The cardinal rule of hookups is to leave no trace. He’s leaving marks to punish me, but I don’t really care at this point. As long as he doesn’t draw blood he can punish me however he likes as long as he doesn’t hurt me. As long as it’s playing it’s okay.

My shoulders and wrists are sore from the restraints, my stomach and abdomen are sore from the chair and from coming so hard. My pussy…my pussy is very happy and seems to have been pounded into submission. For the moment. I doze off again with a smile on my face.

It’s dark when I wake with a gasp. Terminator is licking and kissing me. His tongue and lips are tracing a fiery line from the back of my waist down to the base of my spine — that spot right above my ass crack. His tongue is dancing there when I wake. He licks and nibbles that indentation until my body is buzzing with arousal.

He nibbles his way up my spine to my waist and plays there for a while and licks his way back down. Sooooo hot. He does this until my pussy and my ass is on fire. He’s turned me from my side to my stomach, continuing the teasing with his tongue until I’m moaning, slick with arousal and humping the bed. Finally, slips his hand between my thighs and teases my pussy with two fingers, and bites down on a mouthful of my ass. I squeal in shock.

He pushes deep into me with now three fingers, in deep, and I push against his hand, loving it, wanting his stroke, yes and the pain from his bite hurts but it makes my pussy flutter inside. I’m  in heaven, riding his hand, closing my legs tight for friction, playing with my clit, all dreamy creamy, when he suddenly stops and pulls his fingers out.

I turned over to see what happened and I see that there are a pair of handcuffs next to him.

“On your hands and knees,” he commands

“As you wish, Master,” I respond.

He spreads my knees as far as possible.

“Ass up, face down, reach between your legs with both your hands,” he orders.

I get into the position, with my face turned so that my cheek is against the mattress. “Like this?”

He doesn’t answer. He cuffs my wrists together and cuffs my wrists to my ankles. My face (the side of my face) feels smushed against the mattress, and I’m afraid my neck could break.

“Master, I’m afraid for my neck,” I say. Really afraid. Once he starts pounding me my neck could snap like a twig.

I hear him walk across the room and open a drawer. He comes back and slides a hard purple cushion under my neck and shoulders, raising them. He adjusts it until I felt comfortable and my neck was no longer under pressure. Not exactly comfortable, but not dangerous.

“Okay?” he asks.


I’m immobilized. Powerless.  I have zero range of motion.

“Remember the safe word.”


He gently starts to massage my ass. It hurts because of the spankings and the bites, but he’s using the coconut oil and it’s slightly warm and feels so sweet and soothing. He slowly starts massaging oil on my ass, down my legs, and over my pussy lips, stroking firmly. He pours a little stream of oil down the slope of my back and rubs it all over my back to my neck. He’s being gentle and I’m as relaxed as I can be in that position. Then he focuses again on my ass, pussy down my thighs. I’m practically purring it feels so good, teased with oiled fingers, my clit has come out to play. Yes.

I feel his oiled fingers stroke my pussy and slowly tease my clit until I’m moaning, and he swirls his tongue over and around my clit until I’m panting. His fingers glide into my hot, wet pussy and then I feel his hot tongue in my ass. I cry out in delight and hurt myself seizing against the restraints.

Goosebumps break out on my skin as Terminator intensifies his attention, his fingers deep in my slick pussy, his mouth on my ass, sending wave after wave of pleasure all through me.

My back, thighs,  and arms, my wrists, and ankles, in particular are painfully immobilized. Still. Be still, I tell myself. I’ve never been so aware of every muscle in my body. The only muscles that can respond without causing me pain are in my pussy and ass.

I focus on the sensation. The pleasure. The fluttery tongue in my ass, the fingers stroking me deep inside – feeling those juicy hot strokes flood me with heat as he strokes a spot deep inside — oooh yesyesyesyes — hit me baby, right there mmmmhmmm. Stroke, stroke,stroke — yesyesdon’tstop–yesyesyesYES — until I start coming. My pussy and ass start contracting at the same time; it moves through me like seizures. I start gushing as my pussy contracts, pulsing liquid down my legs, onto his hand, onto the bed.

My whole body jumps with the strength of it, straining my back, yanking my arms and ankles painfully over and over as the orgasm pounds through me.

I hear myself wailing in pain and helpless, endless pleasure.

Afterwards, Terminator leaves me shackled and twitching, my ass in the air. I hear him in the bathroom, and then silence for a while. I want him to hurry back and uncuff me, but the longer he’s gone the less likely this seems. A few minutes pass. I experience random twitching from the orgasm.


I still feel incredibly horny. It’s as if the ass-up knees spread position I’m in has made my) desire stronger. Cock ASAP. I let out a moan of frustration.

Just as I become aware of him behind me, he roughly shoves his hard cock into my pussy and a dildo up my ass. He starts pumping steadily, and the feel of his deep thrusts along with the glorious feeling of the dildo in my ass soon have me juicy and moaning for more. DP, hallelujah. Yesyesyesyes something he knows I’ve always wanted.

He’s fucking me like I’m not there, as if I’m just an instrument for his pleasure and amusement. He stops thrusting with his cock, then pounds me with the dildo until I almost come then stops and pounds my pussy with his cock until I’m on the brink again, then continues with the dildo in my ass. It soooo good that I’m practically cross-eyed and seeing visions. Rainbows, unicorns and cocks. Oh and fireworks.
He is fucking me into a hallucinogenic state.

He tortures me like this endlessly, not letting me come until he’s turned me into a helpless little slut begging for relief. He doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t let me come.

He stops. I groan loudly. He walks past me and I see his huge engorged cock. I’m speechless, not for the first time. How big is that thing exactly?

He straps on the dildo (both it and his cock are sheathed with condoms, slick with my juice), and comes back to me. Oh yes. Double the thrust, double the pleasure. Or torture.

Slam He bangs the air out of me with the first hard thrust. He pulls out sloooooowly almost completely and then: SLAM so hard. And again. Pulling out sloooooowly and SLAM. Every thrust kills me with pleasure and pain. The fucking is delicious but the restraints are digging into my wrists and ankles with every thrust.

He started fucking me faster. “Is this what you want, you greedy, horny slut?”

Hell yes. “Yes yes Master.” don’t stop sogoodsogoodsogooood Slamslamslam
slamslamslamslamslam ohgodohgod

“Who can give it to you like I do? Who’s going to fuck you like you need itit?” He pumped me faster and faster, deliciously, violently. He held my hips in an iron grip and squeezed hard the faster he pumped me.

“No one, no one,” I cried, “Don’t stop.” killmekillmewiththatcock I started coming so hard that my stomach muscles clenched, my thigh muscles strained and I wailed like an  animal.

Terminator kept fucking me like a beast with that delicious cock and the dildo, thrusting hard and fast, hurting me, invading me, marking me.

This pussy is mine. This ass is mine. Mine. Do you understand.?”

“Yes.” ohgodohgod I ‘m coming again yesyesyesyes

“No matter what, this is mine.”

He pumped me like a man possessed, making me scream again and again, until he started shaking, his cock deep inside me twitching hard, a deep moan escaping him that sounded like both release and regret.


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Merciless III

The feel of his breath on my swollen clit made my knees buckle. My arms and upper body yanked against the restraints, causing them to dig into my skin. I yelped in pain before I straightened my legs. The pain cut through the haze of arousal I was in. Had he said something?His grip on my thigh felt like steel and his breath on my cunt like fire. I trembled. I wanted his cock. His mouth to do me, to finish destroying me. I groaned in frustration.”Answer me,” he said softly. His voice was low, caressing, teasing.

“Fuck me, ” I begged. “Give it to me, please.”

His tongue teased around my swollen clit again and I push against his mouth so violently that the chair slide back a little. I’m trembling, sweating, dying for his cock. He’s keeping me on that brink, torturing me for his own amusement. Whenever my clit slides back under its hood, he teases her back out, ignoring my moans and cries for release.  Over and over, he teases her out and stops, making me howl in frustration. My stomach muscles are straining against the chair and my legs are immobilized by the spreader.

Then I hear him walk away. My pussy is throbbing, and I’m so ready it hurts. He returns in a few seconds and buries his fingers in my hot pussy, while licking my clit. I gasp in surprise and pleasure, and push my pussy into him chasing that stroke, that butterfly tongue. More, harder deeper, and he, making me crazy, but not letting me come until it pleased him. And it didn’t please him. He stopped every time I started to come, and the last time, I started to come just from the soft wet slide of his fingers back into me — he bit my ass so hard I screamed — and stopped coming.

“Please, Master,” I begged, “Please let me come,”
WHACK on my ass. I yelped in pain (that sting though)

“You don’t speak unless spoken to,” he says. WHACK with his hand. My eyes tear up from the pain. Do it again, I thought to myself.


“Why are you talking, you little slut?” WHACK

‘You don’t talk” WHACK

“You don’t ask” WHACK

“You don’t do anything” WHACK

“but take it.” WHACK

And he shoves his cock into me so hard I scream.

He stops. why doesn’t he…oh my god. I contract around his delicious tool, my pussy has been waiting so long, I start coming immediately and he’s not even pumping me. His cock twitches inside me, and he holds my ass tight and moans softly as I release wave after wave of orgasm, pushing, gushing onto the floor, writhing, around and pushing on his cock. He stays in deep but doesn’t thrust. He hangs onto me with an iron grip while I’m in the throes of bliss, and hard as a rock.

He starts pumping me as the last waves of orgasm are dissipating. Slowly at first, and I feel every ridge and bump of his gorgeous cock stroking me. In…out…in…out mmmmm YES, it feels SO amazing to have his cock finally stroke me I almost weep with joy.

“Is this what you want?” Hitting it hard. Shoving it in deep. My clit. ohgodohgodohgod.

“Yes, yes.” I’m moaning. His cock feels thicker, harder. glorious. Destroy me, I think to myself.

“Like this?” Faster, and faster, until he’s like a machine slamming into me, hurting me, punishing me, claiming me, marking me.

I’m wailing, my legs are straining against him and the restraints, the chair is digging into my stomach, my arms are straining against the ties, but all I want is that cock, and that pain, that pleasure, that punishment. My pussy swallows him like a greedy slut and I feel him groan at my powerful contractions, but he doesn’t stop slamming into me.

I start to come, wailing he grabs my hair and yanks my head up and slams, me like a wild beast. Until we both explode, howling.

Panting. Sweat. Silence.

“This is what you want to leave.”


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