In training

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She loves it!

Damsell in distress

Kneeling on the floor with my hands tied behind my back and my face pressed tightly against the floor, I had to wonder how I always got myself into these situations.

Clearly - I found myself rationalising as you were spreading the cold lubricant on my ass - clearly I should think twice before talking back next time...

A warning

You grab me by the hair and throw me on the bed. Always a good sign, even if your devious smile suggested that it comes with a price.

M: "I am going to have my way with you tonight - you might not like it, but its going to happen..."

I nod and close my eyes and feel your teasing bites move up my legs as you climb on me. That sexy stubble against my skin enhances the chain of kisses and bites on my neck, leading up to a long and demanding kiss.

M: "But I'll be nice to you first."

Moving back down my neck your lips trace every inch of skin uncovered by your wandering hands. It is always such a turn on to feel your touch through clothes. The lace only seemed to amplify the effect, and as you pull my bra aside to bite and kiss my nipples I am already losing my mind.

I feel one hand grabbing my hair and bending my head back as the other pulls my skirt up. By the time your fingers slide under my knickers, I'm already dying to feel your touch.

M: "Just remember that I'll only be nice to you until you come. And you better fight hard little girl, cause as soon as you let go I'm going to slide my big fat cock in that tight little ass or yours."

Your mouth on my breasts and your fingers on my pussy make me too horny to fight back. I quiver and moan as I lose myself under your touch. The teeth on my nipples turn more demanding and the pain fuses with the pleasure your fingers arouse playing with my clit.

With your fingers in me I push against your hand wanting more. One finger turns into two and three and more. Filling, pushing deeper. More than I can handle. I realise that you're trying to fit your whole fist inside of me. I can't take it and attempt to wriggle away... but you're holding me down.

I begin to panic, but just then you pull back and concentrate on my clit driving me wild with lust again. And before long I'm already hoping you'd slide your fingers back inside me. I'm sure that I could take a little more.

Sliding your fingers back in my pussy, you play me on the thin line between pain and pleasure. Pushing a little more than before you hurt me just enough for it to be almost too much to bear, but at the same time feel like nothing before.

Your fingers inside my pussy, twisting and turning, pushing a little deeper and harder each time - and just before it gets too much, you pull them out and begin massaging my ass gently. At first it makes me stiffen as it reminds me of your threat, but after a while it feels too good to resist and I let go once more.

The pain mixes with the incredible pleasure, and all I can think of is how those fingers fill me, how I wish I could take just that little bit more, and how sweet the pain you inflict on me feels.

Before I know it, I'm arching my back in the middle of a massive explosion of an orgasm and turn into a panting, trembling mess in your arms.

I am still struggling to catch my breath as you get up and I hear the menacing click of the lubricant tube opening...

M: "Now why don't you think about what you have just done. I warned you, didn't I?"

Promising

I keep checking the time Master. Over and over again, yet it refuses to fly for me. Minutes drag on endlessly and the day doesn't seem to get any closer to ending.

I grab my phone to open your message again. I must have seen it a dozen times this morning, but still it sends chills of expectation running down my back, and I catch myself glancing at the clock on my monitor. Silly rabbit.

Your message, Master. No words, just an image.

An image of a beautiful black rope, menacingly wrapped around your big strong hand.

Now if only the day would go faster...