A
WILLING VICTIM PART II
By Succubus
Last
night was intense--each time I see him, it just gets better and better.
He started in rough this time. After meeting
him at the door, nude, and kissing his hand, he grabbed me by my hair, and pulled me behind him, almost dragging me. I had
to stumble, bent over, to keep up. The whole time he was telling me that if I
fell, he would just keep dragging me. I worried—had I done something
wrong? Had I failed to please him perfectly?
What was it? My hair? My
make-up? Was I not perfect, as he wanted?
I saw the carpet fly by in a blurry flash, through the first of many tears to come.
Once
in the living room, he had me stand, binding my wrists tightly behind me. After a couple slaps to my tits, he looped a length
of rope around my neck, and tied it to my wrists. I had to hold my wrists high to avoid choking myself. Experimenting, I gave
them a little tug, enjoying the feel.
The
cool feel of silk slid across my cheek as he placed a blindfold over my eyes. And
then, he started whipping me. The sting of the lash was startling. My head was spinning with the speed and force of my captivity. I had not had time to gather one breath
since opening the door to him.
He
circled me and I jumped and twisted with each blow, trying to out guess him. Stopping, he slid a piece of rope around my ankles,
binding them as well. Now all of my effort was concentrated on not falling, as the blows once more started raining down upon
me. Trapped in the darkness of the blindfold I spun in confusion.
Leather
bit at my flesh in white hot spots of pain. The lash struck my ass, then my belly,
then my thighs. The first small tears began to slide down my cheeks. My emotions were rising, rising inside. Did I anger him? Had I let him down? And still wetter
grew my pussy, as harder bit the lash. He owned me so completely, and I knew
that somehow, he was aware of every type of pain, every feeling, he was inflicting upon his slave.
I
felt something being slipped into my pussy, and he started fucking me with a candle, driving it in and out of me fast. The
whipping and bondage had me so hot that my juices shone wetly on my thighs. My back arched and my thighs trembled.
Shoving it deep into
me, he told me to hold it there, that if it slipped out, he would beat me twice as hard. I clamped my thighs shut tight, desperate
not to disappoint him. He stepped back, continuing to whip me. Despite my efforts,
I felt it begin to slip out, beyond my control, as my body jerked with each blow.
He
stopped, removing it from my pussy, untied my hands, and pulled me down onto his lap. He started to rub my clit, telling me
to finger myself and cum for him. Listening to his words as he swore and growled at me, I rubbed feverishly, bringing myself
off and going limp in his lap.
He
held me close and still, and I listened to his breathing as it softened from ragged to normal.
It was little details such as this that made it real, that took my heart and placed it in his hands. The sound of his breath, passing through his lips, softened me. For that one moment, inside his arms, perched
upon his lap, I felt loved, as I never had before; I felt safe, as I never knew I could.
Unceremoniously, he dumped
me to the floor, and walked out of the room, returning a moment later.
"Thirsty,
little whore?" he said, pulling off the blindfold. I saw a bowl of water sitting next to me. "Have a drink my little animal,"
he chuckled.
I
was incredibly thirsty, so I gingerly reached out my tongue to the water, lapping it up. "There's a good little slut,”
he said. I felt myself glow at the praise, felt warmth rising up from between my thighs, felt the pleasure of his praise wash
over my cheeks in pink.
"Now
crawl to me...,” he commanded.
I crawled across the
carpet, watching him pull down his pants; "Now SUCK, Whore,” he said, shoving my face onto his cock. I sucked greedily
upon him, tonguing his balls, swallowing his length. He grabbed my head and started fucking my face, shoving his cock into
my throat, smashing my nose into his groin with each thrust. I pushed my mouth
onto him as much as I could, hoping he could feel my urgent need to please him.
With
a groan, he came, his salty sperm filling my mouth and dripping out around the sides. "There's a sweet slut" he chuckled.
Standing, he
zipped his pants, smiling down at me. "Well, hon, only time for a blowjob and a beating today." Putting on his jacket, he
walked out, leaving me to untie my neck myself.
