Story

I couldn't sleep last night, so I wrote this, and I thought I may as well share it with you.

He has told me to strip and get on my knees, so I am naked on the floor head down waiting for him. He had that look in his eyes that he really wants to hurt me. More than usual. I can already feel myself getting wet waiting for him. Waiting. Waiting. It was driving me mad, like it could go on forever. I don't dare call out to him to hurry up, he'll hurt me more if I do. And I'm already unsure if I'll be able to take what he wants to give me. I want to be able to. I don't want to let him down. I am filling with fear, and that's turning me on more. It's driving me crazy, and I'm really pissed with myself for being so turned on by the fear. I'm stubborn and headstrong, he tells me that all the time. I think tonight he is going to knock some of that stubbornness out of me.

Finally he comes in. I can hear his footsteps, but I don't dare look up. I don't dare move a muscle. If I stay really still maybe he'll forget I'm here. I can feel him behind me. Suddenly his hand has a fistful of my hair pulling my head back and my arse off my knees. He is naked, and his hard cock is right in my face. I think he is going to make me suck him off. But he isn't. He looks down at me, I don't feel brave enough to look him in the face. But it turns out I don't have a choice.

“Look at me you filthy slut.” He spits at me. “You have been running around here getting far too fucking cheeky, and it's about time someone reminded you of your place.”

He lets go of my hair and pushes me away. He walks away from me I can hear his feet on the floor. He gets something from the table, it's a pair of cuffs. He buckles them and locks them onto my wrists which are now trapped behind my back. Then I can hear him pick up something else from the table. It's a ring gag. I try to resist, I hate wearing them, they are uncomfortable and make me drool all over myself. He slaps me across the face. My cheek is burning and I am still in shock. I resist again and he slaps me harder and kicks in the shoulder just hard enough to knock me on my back. He straddles my chest, and my wrists dig into my back hurting me.

“Don't fucking complain, bitch. I tried to do this the easy way, but you had to be fucking stubborn about it. So are you going to behave next time and not fight me. Cause you know I'll win. Stupid slut.”

He gags me and pulls me back up awkwardly by my arm and my hair. He pulls my head back and slides his cock into my mouth. Spit is already starting to drip down my chin, and he starts moving in and out of my mouth faster. I gag and he pulls out. After letting me take a few deep breaths he starts fucking my mouth again, rougher this time, pushing my head down harder each time. My head hurts where he has been pulling on my hair. But he doesn't care, he is getting his pleasure. If this is I I'm getting off lightly.

But this isn't all he has in mind for me. He pulls out and pushes me back to the floor. He has brought a chair into the middle of the room. He pulls me to my feet and throws me down. I look a mess. My hair is all over my face and in places stuck to it, there's spit down my face and tits, and juices dripping down my thighs. He notices this as I stand up.

“You dirty fucking whore. Does it turn you on to be treated like what you are?” I nod, and he shoves me down onto the chair. He unclasps cuffs so my hands fall to my sides. I try to make a run for it. He grabs me harshly by my left tit and a sharp pain shoots through me, and I end up back in the chair and in more trouble than I already was.

He doesn't say anything, just runs a rope through my cuffs and ties me to the chair. Then he ties my ankles. He takes my gag off and strikes me across the face again. He doesn't need to tell me not to try anything like that again. We both know if I could I wouldn't. He has a marker pen in his hand. He writes something on my forehead. I don't know what it is, and I don't think I want to. Then he wipes my chest down and writes something on each tit too. I can feel they are big letters. I know he's going to make me look. But I really don't want to.

He takes photos of me. I can feel the first tears trickling down my face. The bastard! How could he do this to me? He moves a mirror in front of me, and I close my eyes. I can't believe he's doing this to me. He puts clamps on my nipples and I gasp.

“Look in the mirror.” He whispers in my ear. So I look up. I have “Whore” written across my forehead, and “Slut” and “Cunt” across my tits in big black letters. Fresh tears start to run down my face. He grabs the chain and pulls it and places it in my mouth. “Don't you dare drop it.” He says and starts to rub my clit. “You're fucking loving this aren't you? You fucking disgust me you dirty whore.” He keeps rubbing and I know it won't be long until I am cumming all over his fingers. I don't want to, I want to defy him, but what's the use? He'll win. We both know that I can't defy him. That's why I love him. Even if I do hate him right now.

“Please can I cum sir?” I say, my teeth clenched around the chain.

“No.” His fingers gone. And I'm left frustrated.

He unties me and removes the nipple clamps. A fresh wave of pain flushes over my chest. This pain is made worse when he bends me over the chair my tits pushing into the seat and my wrists clipped behind my back again. I can feel cold lube dripping down between my cheeks. Then a gloved finger slides into my tight hole. It glides in and out then soon another finger and another and I am moaning loudly begging for more. He stretches my tight hole so it can take that hard cock. He pushes me to the floor and starts fucking my arse. He starts gets harder and faster and I am begging him not to stop. I finally feel him cum inside me. He climbs off, takes my clips off and leaves me where I am.

“Clean yourself up you're a fucking disgrace. And don't you dare give yourself an orgasm.” He gets up, walks out and leaves me laying on the floor. Still horny but I've learnt my lesson.