I was eager and ready for our next session. Thomas had lovingly prepared me for his purposes. I was wearing his favourite 5-inch black stilettos, my lace-topped black silk stockings, a flimsy black lace peek-a-boo bra, and my soft black satin blindfold. My wrists and forearms were strapped together with leather thongs, and I’d been hogtied and placed on my knees in place for the start of our playtime.
Thomas gently ran both of his hands down the side of my face, before grabbing hold of my hair and pulling me forward. I opened my mouth to cry out and he shoved his cock into it. He began to thrust in and out of me, stroking my lips and throat with his wonderfully turgid cock. His grasp on my hair tightened, pulling my face up towards his crotch so that he could force himself even further in. My neck arched, and I gasped at the pleasure being given me. My cunt was starting to drip as I experienced each powerful stuffing that was being pounded into me. My face throbbed with each blow, as I gratefully took in every inch that he was giving me. Thomas grew with each rock of his hips, filling my mouth to the maximum stretching of my jaws. The tip of his cock was banging against the back of my throat until he yanked my head back enough to push it down my throat so that his whole cock was in my body all the way to his scrotum. My teeth were grazing its sides, causing sighs of contentment to come from Thomas. Thomas slid his hands around my neck, pressing on my windpipe and cutting off my breathing as he began to come deep into me. I swallowed as rapidly as I could to free myself to breathe again. However, this only seemed to increase the amount of sperm he was sending down my throat. He was coming harder and harder now, and I was spasming and shaking while a seizure came upon me. Thomas’s arousal grew stronger and stronger with each motion of my body. As I was just about to pass out from lack of oxygen, he pulled out of my mouth and emptied the rest of his load all over my face. He released his grip on me, and I sank down slightly with relief. His semen was soaking through the blindfold and dripping down my face.
“That was just the start,” Thomas said, as I heard the soft rattle of chains. I felt his firm hold on my hands as he clipped one end of the chain to the ropes binding my wrists to my ankles. He started to lift me up off the floor with our pulley to suspend me so that I could be entered at his will. He fastened the chain to the loop on the wall, and then clipped the other end to my ankles fixing me firmly in position. I heard the familiar soft scrape as he moved his chair to the apex of my mound and seated himself beneath me. My breath began to come in gasps again from anticipation of what was to happen next.
To my shock and surprise, however, I suddenly felt his fist being pushed into my soaking cunt. He commenced to push it into me with rapidity gaping me with extreme brutality. I could barely stand the pain, and began to scream from the torture. I was writhing in an effort to try and escape from his rough handling of me. Still, my nipples were hardening, and my juices were flowing as my body responded to his ministrations. Just before I was about to come, Thomas pulled out of me, and left me swollen and needful. He maneuvered me over his crotch and set my pussy against the tip of his now hardening prick. His hands roamed my waist as I felt the brush of leather around it. It seemed that Thomas had found a new toy for us. The belt was snug around me, but I could feel two straps dangling from it and brushing against my upper thighs.
Thomas pulled me further towards him, and I could feel the strain on my legs and arms as the chain holding me in place tightened and the pressure increased. I heard a soft snick from my right side and sank slightly onto his dick. The sound was repeated from the left, and I realized I’d been fixed to the chair so that I couldn’t keep from being impaled on his prick until he was finished with me. His dick was only halfway into me, but I was still sore from his previous handling of my cunt and didn’t know if I’d be able to stand it if he entered me fully. However, I knew I’d have no choice in the matter, he’d made sure of that. He began to inch more of himself into me, slowly pressing up into me, stretching me to accommodate his size. I could feel his fingers on the edge of my cunt holding me open, to make his entry even easier. He pushed his fingers in as well, filling me beyond endurance. My back was arched, and my arms felt like they’d be dislocated from the position my bindings were keeping me placed in. As he settled me in position to begin using my cunt for his pleasure, I could feel his breath on my breasts. He had every inch of my body ready for use, and he now began to please himself by taking it fully.
Thomas’s thumbs rubbed my clit, as his fingers were inserted all the way into me. They gripped the sides of my pussy while his dick slammed in and out. He was biting my breasts hard enough to draw blood. I could feel it dripping down my body to mingle with the juices flowing from my cunt. I came convulsively, tightening around him, and trembling with the exertion of the strain put on every muscle. My body ached from the pain, but my orgasm was unstoppable. Thomas finally began to come as well, yet my waves were still going. It seemed as if I was never going to finish. I had semen coating my face, blood drying on my chest and thighs, and my juices and his semen spilling out of me all over the floor. My body was rocking back and forth in time with Thomas as he emptied still more of his seed into me. Each fresh orgasm from me seemed to trigger the shooting of more sperm from him. This cycle kept going until we were both so spent that we were exhausted and shaking.
Thomas finally unhooked me from the chair, and lifted me from his tired body. My abused body still hung from the ceiling, but I was too pleased and full to care. “Is that what you wanted, slut?” Thomas asked me. “That’s what will happen every time you smile at my mentioning playtime from now on!”
I couldn’t stop another smile from crossing my face at this threat. If this was the joy and satisfaction my over-eagerness would bring us both from now on, then I could barely wait for the next time.
Thomas gently ran both of his hands down the side of my face, before grabbing hold of my hair and pulling me forward. I opened my mouth to cry out and he shoved his cock into it. He began to thrust in and out of me, stroking my lips and throat with his wonderfully turgid cock. His grasp on my hair tightened, pulling my face up towards his crotch so that he could force himself even further in. My neck arched, and I gasped at the pleasure being given me. My cunt was starting to drip as I experienced each powerful stuffing that was being pounded into me. My face throbbed with each blow, as I gratefully took in every inch that he was giving me. Thomas grew with each rock of his hips, filling my mouth to the maximum stretching of my jaws. The tip of his cock was banging against the back of my throat until he yanked my head back enough to push it down my throat so that his whole cock was in my body all the way to his scrotum. My teeth were grazing its sides, causing sighs of contentment to come from Thomas. Thomas slid his hands around my neck, pressing on my windpipe and cutting off my breathing as he began to come deep into me. I swallowed as rapidly as I could to free myself to breathe again. However, this only seemed to increase the amount of sperm he was sending down my throat. He was coming harder and harder now, and I was spasming and shaking while a seizure came upon me. Thomas’s arousal grew stronger and stronger with each motion of my body. As I was just about to pass out from lack of oxygen, he pulled out of my mouth and emptied the rest of his load all over my face. He released his grip on me, and I sank down slightly with relief. His semen was soaking through the blindfold and dripping down my face.
“That was just the start,” Thomas said, as I heard the soft rattle of chains. I felt his firm hold on my hands as he clipped one end of the chain to the ropes binding my wrists to my ankles. He started to lift me up off the floor with our pulley to suspend me so that I could be entered at his will. He fastened the chain to the loop on the wall, and then clipped the other end to my ankles fixing me firmly in position. I heard the familiar soft scrape as he moved his chair to the apex of my mound and seated himself beneath me. My breath began to come in gasps again from anticipation of what was to happen next.
To my shock and surprise, however, I suddenly felt his fist being pushed into my soaking cunt. He commenced to push it into me with rapidity gaping me with extreme brutality. I could barely stand the pain, and began to scream from the torture. I was writhing in an effort to try and escape from his rough handling of me. Still, my nipples were hardening, and my juices were flowing as my body responded to his ministrations. Just before I was about to come, Thomas pulled out of me, and left me swollen and needful. He maneuvered me over his crotch and set my pussy against the tip of his now hardening prick. His hands roamed my waist as I felt the brush of leather around it. It seemed that Thomas had found a new toy for us. The belt was snug around me, but I could feel two straps dangling from it and brushing against my upper thighs.
Thomas pulled me further towards him, and I could feel the strain on my legs and arms as the chain holding me in place tightened and the pressure increased. I heard a soft snick from my right side and sank slightly onto his dick. The sound was repeated from the left, and I realized I’d been fixed to the chair so that I couldn’t keep from being impaled on his prick until he was finished with me. His dick was only halfway into me, but I was still sore from his previous handling of my cunt and didn’t know if I’d be able to stand it if he entered me fully. However, I knew I’d have no choice in the matter, he’d made sure of that. He began to inch more of himself into me, slowly pressing up into me, stretching me to accommodate his size. I could feel his fingers on the edge of my cunt holding me open, to make his entry even easier. He pushed his fingers in as well, filling me beyond endurance. My back was arched, and my arms felt like they’d be dislocated from the position my bindings were keeping me placed in. As he settled me in position to begin using my cunt for his pleasure, I could feel his breath on my breasts. He had every inch of my body ready for use, and he now began to please himself by taking it fully.
Thomas’s thumbs rubbed my clit, as his fingers were inserted all the way into me. They gripped the sides of my pussy while his dick slammed in and out. He was biting my breasts hard enough to draw blood. I could feel it dripping down my body to mingle with the juices flowing from my cunt. I came convulsively, tightening around him, and trembling with the exertion of the strain put on every muscle. My body ached from the pain, but my orgasm was unstoppable. Thomas finally began to come as well, yet my waves were still going. It seemed as if I was never going to finish. I had semen coating my face, blood drying on my chest and thighs, and my juices and his semen spilling out of me all over the floor. My body was rocking back and forth in time with Thomas as he emptied still more of his seed into me. Each fresh orgasm from me seemed to trigger the shooting of more sperm from him. This cycle kept going until we were both so spent that we were exhausted and shaking.
Thomas finally unhooked me from the chair, and lifted me from his tired body. My abused body still hung from the ceiling, but I was too pleased and full to care. “Is that what you wanted, slut?” Thomas asked me. “That’s what will happen every time you smile at my mentioning playtime from now on!”
I couldn’t stop another smile from crossing my face at this threat. If this was the joy and satisfaction my over-eagerness would bring us both from now on, then I could barely wait for the next time.
