I balance the tray on one arm as I reach out and quietly turn the knob on the bedroom door. I slowly push the door open in front of me in hopes of not making the door creak and waking him. I know it seems silly, but I want to be the one who wakes him, not the door. I glance down to do a quick inventory of the tray. Freshly baked cinnamon rolls - check. French press with coffee ready to go - check. Serviette to wipe his mouth and fingers once he’s done - check. Milk and sugar - check. I can’t help but smile as I do a quick personal inventory as well. My breasts weigh heavily down as the tray sits just below them. In fact, it almost looks like I’m serving up my chest rather than breakfast. I smile as I recall how self conscious I used to be until he instigated the protocol of me always being naked when we‘re home. I now feel much more comfortable in my own skin and a confidence and love of my body I’d never had before. I shake my head at how much things have changed in such a short period. With another shake, I remind myself of the task at hand. I place the tray down on the bedside table and take a step back. I glance at his face and smile at how peaceful he looks in repose.

Quick as a lightning strike, his hame flies out, grabs my wrist and in a fluid movement pulls me on top of him and then with a twist of his hips, rolls me off of him and to the side. Before I can blink, he is on top of me, straddling me, pinning my arms to the bed. A wicked smile curves one side of his mouth. ‘Good morning, slut. I think this morning, I want to fuck you like the bitch you are.’ His hand reaches under my hip as he rolls me over so that my face is pressed down into the mattress. He then pushes further around and wraps his arm under my lower abdomen and raises my ass up into the air as I rise up onto my knees.

‘Now slut, I want your hands to remain flat on the bed at all times, and I do mean all times. Do you understand, my sweet little cunt?’

‘Yes, sir, on the mattress. Flat on the mattress at all times, sir. Yes, sir.’ As if I’d respond in any other way. He owns me completely and I revel in it. He shifts slightly and wedges his legs inside of my legs, spreading me wide. Both areas are instantly accessible to him. He slides two fingers inside of me and chuckles when he feels the wetness there. He takes his fingers out and wipes them on my ass. I can feel the stickiness against my skin. I blush at just how ready I am for him. He demands it at all times, but the reality is that if I hadn’t already been ready for him, the minute he rolled me over himself, I would have started creaming. I can’t resist his power. Nor do I want to.

He continues to laugh softly as he acknowledges my compliance. ‘Good girl. So wet. So hot. So slippery. Do you know what good little sluts who are ready for their master get?’ Before I can even answer, his rock solid cock slams into me, nearly splitting me in two, the girth of him stretching me wide. I push back with my hips as if he isn’t already deep enough, but he knows me well. When it comes to cock, there is no such thing as enough. He starts hammering into me and my pulse flies faster. With each stroke inside of me a small gasp slips through my lips. This fullness. This is what I crave.

As he speeds up, my eyes try to fasten onto my hands. I will not grip the sheets I tell myself. I stare at my hands willing them to stay put, but with each thrust of his cock I hear my breath becoming ragged, the wetness starting to run down my leg as he goes in again and again. Driving harder, deeper each time. As my body turns itself over to him, I feel that building sensation, I can feel it growing, my muscles going taut and tense as inside I grasp hold of him, squeezing and pressing around his cock. As the speed rises, I try to shove back in his rhythm to drive him as deep as I possibly can. Smack! Unexpectedly, his hand lands a blow across my ass just as he drives forward. A whimper escapes me as my desire ratchets up another notch. Oh God, I think to myself. However, my mouth clearly has a mind of its own as it begs him, ‘More, please, sir, more’.

As soon as he hears those words, he synchronises each thrust to another blow on my ass. I whine and push back hard, my arousal escalating every time his hand lands. ‘What a good little slut you are,’ he acknowledges with a particularly forceful thrust. Then his tone changes in a second. ‘Oh slut, and you were doing so well.’ His remark baffles my mind. What did I do? What happened? That’s when I see it, my fist grasping tightly onto the sheet. One word only reverberates in my mind - Nooooooo! He slows and then stops. I can’t stop the whimpers coming from my mouth. I sound almost like a puppy desperately whining for its master. That’s when I realise it, I am that dog. I am being taken like the bitch I am. I can feel him lean away from me, but I only process the confusion and the nervous energy that comes along with wondering what comes next.

‘When I say flat, slut, that is precisely what I mean. Flat. Now, I’m feeling merciful today, so let us try again.’ I release my hold on the bedding and glare at my traitorous fingers. I fix my stare upon them. I will not let them betray me again. My face still planted into the bed, he starts again. This time, though, I can tell he means to torture me as he starts nearly painfully slow, taking pleasure in making my body shake with each stroke as it pleas for more. I can hear that self- satisfied smirk I know is on his face at this moment. He speeds up just the slightest when - Thwack- it hits me. A scream wrenches free as I shove my ass backward into the wooden paddle. There is no mistaking that sensation, one of the sweetest sensations, right up there next to his whip. My whimpers turn to grunts as I try to push back for more. With each thrust, the paddle comes down, and more pleasure builds inside of me. My mind wants to let go, but knows it can’t. It must not let my fingers curl. I try to focus on my hands as his breathing becomes ragged, but there’s no denying the growing abandon coming within me. I am unsure just how much longer I can hold on. How much longer I can hold back. I push and I shove, I meet each blow with glorious desire. I feel myself slipping I feel the release coming. Only animal like noises issue from my mouth. I snarl and thrash, my head held still only by the force of the mattress and his driving me downwards each time he pushes deep inside of me. I barely register the clatter by the bed and feel the shifting of him, pushing against the sides of my cunt. He slows briefly, but thankfully only for that moment. I can hear his breathing, fast, full of need, his want of me. He pushes forward, further inside of me when I feel something slip around my neck.

The next moment my throat is hauled back as the belt around my neck pulls at me. His thrusts are full of frenzy and I try to take a breath but it’s not possible. Not a full breath. He drives harder and harder. My muscles bunch and clench, fighting for everything Every pore of me is screaming for the orgasm I feel just on the edge, but it’s now competing with my body struggling for air. I shake and pull, I push and grab as tightly ahold of his cock as I can as he rams into me, but at no point do my hands lift. I cannot think anymore. My whole body is ablaze. Every hair and every nerve is at full attention, grasping, reaching. With an almighty moan, he shoves in as far as he can and grits out through his teeth, ‘Come, bitch!’

I let go of everything, my body is on fire. My whole body releases. It takes all that pain that drove me on, all the filling and emptying of my cunt, all the energy kept so tightly bound, it releases into the air as my whole body convulses with one orgasm after another. I come and come. I wail and moan as the shockwaves break throughout my body. My head flails back and forth as the belt slackens and my lungs take in a full breath again but with that first full breath, I come again my cunt sucks him dry while adding my own wetness to the mix. I slam back into him and ride him as each orgasm breaks harder than the previous one. I hear the screaming echoing around the room but it just drives me more. I am an animal, taking what I want. Nothing but a bitch in heat. I jackrabbit on his cock and milk it for all its worth. I can hear the scream over and over again, ringing in my ears as he suddenly grabs my hips with both hands and slams me hard onto his cock. I bellow as the fullness rocks me to my core as a last orgasm rips all humanity away from me. I collapse beneath him. I feel his weight follow on top of me.

My ear pressed to his chest by the fate of our positions. I hear his heartbeat, so quick, so fast, matching my own. Listening intently, I hear it begin to slow. My heart slows in time with his. My breath recovers. Breathing in and out with him. As I feel his heart beating against my cheek, I smile to myself. So safe. So secure. So his. I can feel sleep tugging at me, but just as I think I may just let it claim me, the weight above me shifts. His parched words reach my ears.

‘Flat hands. Good girl. But I think the coffee might have gone cold.’

What did I dream last night, sir?

I saw you there, next to me, raking my naked body with your eyes. There was a glint there in your eye that was unmistakable.

Your thumb was on my clit as two fingers were shoved inside my cunt. My hips rolled forward, wanting more than anything to feel them piston inside of me. I grab onto the headboard and arch my back. When I fail to make your fingers move, I can’t hold back my whimper. You laugh that laugh that reminds me that you are completely in control here. Not me. Still, I can feel my desire escalating, i arch higher and harder. As my hips land back on the mattress, you wiggle your fingers inside of me and I roll towards the sensation. Wanting more. With a chuckle, you start to pump your fingers inside of me and out of me a slow steady rhythm. My whimper turns into a whine. ’More. More. More please, sir’.

I try to increase my pace to increase his, but he just laughs and stops again. ‘Fuck!’ I yell out in frustration. I hear you tsk-ing. I lift my head to try to beg you with my eyes, but what I see tells me there will be no quarter given. All I see is your arched eyebrow raised at me. Damn it. As my hips continue to rock I attempt to gather my thoughts, but all my body can think of is what it wants and wants NOW! ’Sorry, sorry, sir. Please, please, sir, start again, please. I’ll be good this time I won’t swear. Please sir. Please. I can’t, I need. As my pleas become more frantic, my body speeds up as well. Thrusting, rocking, pushing anything to feel those fingers dive deep back within my cunt, filling me. I try to control myself, but I can’t. My whimpers return, becoming louder, insistent. As your fingers slam into me, my head falls back ‘Yeeeees. Oh yeees.’ Your fingers speed up, I match your speed, stroke by stroke with each dive, the speed increases. My whimpers turn into gasps. My head flails from side to side. My heels dig into the mattress. ’Sir, sir, I’m gonna spray. Please, please, please, sir. Please, now, now, please, sir, please. I become unintelligible as my body takes over my mind. I feel a third finger join the other two. Oh hell! I feel the pressure and tension stretched thin throughout my body. I thrash madly as his fingers pounding in and out of me, taking it all. ’I can’t sir, I can’t. Can’t. Wait. Now. Now. Please. Please. Now. I. Please.’ My pleas turn to grunts as the pleasure tries to overrule my mind. One word. One fucking word. I can’t even speak anymore. Words have left me. My whole body rails against the pleasure all the while taking it, needing it and wanting more. I barely recognise the screeching sounds as coming from my mouth. My eyes roll back in my head. My breath comes out in short gasps. My whole being is on standby.

‘Come,’ he says so quietly, in bizarre juxtaposition to the manic state that I am in, but I hear it. With a scream, my whole body lets loose. I can simultaneously feel the liquid spraying from my body and the wetness squelching as his fingers drive into me as I take and take and take. One screaming orgasm after another as wave after wave of orgasm hits, rolls and makes room for more. The air is filled with my non stop screams of ecstasy as my body clamps onto his fingers and rides them like it’s the last time I’m ever going to come. I can’t stop myself. I can’t slow down. I grit my teeth and rip even more out of my body. I shove my cunt up and make him take me. I want more. I must have more. Every muscles is tensed and in motion as I pump myself on his fingers. He need not move them anymore. My base desires have taken over and I’m going to fuck his fingers until I cant see straight. I rise and thrash and push. Clutching my cunt muscles tight around his fingers. I can hear his laugh in the background, but I just don’t care. I am going to fuck his fingers so hard and for so long he’s going to be pruny. As my gyrations continue, I bite down on my lower lip. I vaguely register the blood trickling into my mouth, but I still don’t care as yet another orgasm shakes through me. Oblivion. I can feel it. So close. So close. If I can just push that little bit harder. That little bit more. That’s all I need. All I need. I fuck and fuck, my whole body taking possession of his fingers and I open up my mind. I let go of my control. An ear-shattering scream resounds in the room as yet another stream comes flying out of my body. The pleasure rips through me, tearing me apart in the most delicious way. I let go of everything and I feel as if I’m floating above the bed. A haze falls, and I am gone.

This is probably the longest I’ve gone without an orgasm since a year ago February. I know it’s a self-induced penance for my stubbornness combined with my mouth getting me into trouble and pissing him off as I seldom had. However, as I pull myself out of the bath and go lie down on the bed to cool down, I want nothing more than to come. I clench my fists, willing them to stay at my side. I can’t help it. I gently let my fingertips glide over my flesh, flushed from the bath. What am I doing? Sure, he hasn’t said that I may not come, I have made that decision myself. Until he feels he wants to touch me again, I will not let myself come. I lie back and close my eyes. I try to will my desire away. I focus on my breathing. Slowly in, slowly out. I need to shut down my brain because all it’s doing is shouting at me now! now! NOW! I try again. Slow my breathing, slowly my heart rate, focus on his displeasure with you. The desire drains away. I lie there, spread eagle, on offering for whenever he chooses to accept it.

A sound wakes me. I open my eyes, but I see nothing. I panic for a brief moment until I hit on the realisation that there is something covering my eyes rather than my eyesight failing me. A small sound to my left and the light smell of sulphur. I strain my ears to pick up any clues, any ideas as to what is happening around me. Then I hear it, ever so slight, the step of a foot, followed by another step. Approaching. Definitely approaching. I go as if to turn towards the sound and it is only then, as I take full stock of my body, that I realise I am now actually tied, spread eagle to the bed. I am helpless to whatever may come.

I wait. Senses on edge Waiting. Not sure where this is going. Then it hits my flesh and I suck in my breath as the unmistakable light burn of hot wax lands just above my navel. I still and wait. Will it be just that one, and then he will leave me here, or is there more to come. I wait in limbo, listening for any sound, any clue as to what might happen next when the next drip lands, just above the other, and another above that one. Part of me wants to jerk away from the drops, but a bigger part of me wants to arch my back to get closer to the heat, to feel that burn that is both pleasure and pain in one little minuscule drop.

Then it begins, in a steady pace, drip, drip, drip, making a trail of hot wax that leads from my navel to the valley between my breasts. As he reaches the apex, I wonder what will come next. I bite my bottom lip, hungry with anticipation, and then I feel it. Not a single drip, but a steady stream of hot wax, tracing in a circle just above the base of my left breast. No. That wasn’t it. Not a circle, a spiral, winding its way around my breast and then going around again. I thrash, and moan and my breathing comes fast and heavy. ‘Yes, yes,’ I beg, I whimper, but not for him to stop, I want more. I want to take whatever he wishes to dish out to me. As the spiral winds upwards, I have no doubt what will be coming soon and just as my mind makes the connection, the stream stops. Then, I wait. ‘Please, sir, please.’ I wish he could see my eyes, see the apology written there as well as my need. Not just for the sweet little kisses of pain, but for him to want me. Drip. I moan louder. Drip. A quick exhale from between my lips, each drop working together to completely cover my very hard, very excited nipple. Then, nothing. I listen. I wait.

Footsteps. He’s moving. Is he leaving? Leaving me here? Tied down? In need? As my mind urges me to call out, to scream at him not to leave me, I know it’s not the right thing to do. That’s not he wants of me. He wants my obedience. I bite my lower lip harder. I can feel the water in my eyes starting to pool. It’s fear of him deciding he doesn’t want me, buried deep in my heart, that fear. The fear that it isn’t me. That I’m not enough.

As my fear starts to spiral in the darkness, the next drop hits. My body is torn between an exhale of relief and an inhale of pain. A strangled sort of hiccup sound comes out of my mouth. With the next drop, my fears clear, everything tunnels in my mind into the one thought. Taking this pleasure, accepting this pain. Each drip seems to fall precisely between the previous drips, creating another trail from navel to the cleft between my breasts, but this time, when the steady stream of hot wax comes, it spirals up and around my right breast, culminating in the single small drops that eventually covers my right nipple. For the first time that night, I hear his voice. ‘Blow.’ I purse my lips and blow as if there is a birthday cake in front of me. As I hear the flame flicker, a drop of hot wax lands on my chin. Either he has taken the candle away or else I was successful in managing to blow out the candle. I lie there, trying to figure out what will come next, but what I cannot deny is the arousal that was already on a slow simmer before I awoke is now rising in temperature with each and every drop.

Again, that strange sound and the smell of sulphur. I place it now. The striking of a match and then, I guess, the lighting of yet another candle. I furrow my brow, confused, uncertain. What now? What next? I’m utterly perplexed when the next drip lands on the top of my foot, I can’t help it, a small yelp escapes before I can smother it. Never before had we put hot wax on my feet. It was unexpected, painful, but good, still good. I brace myself for the next drop and when it comes, just up from the last, the pain seems even worse, and I manage to piece together a coherent thought. When you tense, it’s worse. I coach my body, begging it to relax. He’s going much slower now, methodical. Each drip lands almost on top of the previous one. My body starts thrashing, I’m moaning, but I can’t make out what I’m saying. Begging for mercy or begging for more, I just don’t know, but there’s a steady stream of pleading flowing out of my mouth while at the same time my hips were thrusting upward, hungry, needy, desperate to be filled, used, satiated.

The wax continues its patient, little march up my foot, then my leg, up my thighs and then the drips bend turning in towards - No! Oh good Lord no! Not! Not! Oh fuck no! Please sir, please, no. I can’t get the whine out of my voice, the cracking that comes along with it as each and every drop gets closer and closer. I thrash, knowing how stupid that is but at this point the pleasure from the pain is too much. I can’t stay still. One wrong twist, though, and I’ll be the one to pay.

Then, it stops. My mind is flailing. My body, jerks and arches up. I pull with all my strength against the bonds that hold me. I must touch myself. I must come or else I’m going to explode. Still, nothing happens. Nothing comes next. I tell my mind to calm. As I feel my frenzy start to settle, I feel it. Drip. Onto my right foot. Drip. Just above that one. The endless march up my leg begins on the other side. By the time the wax hits my knee, I’m no longer coherent, I can hold no thought in my head. I kick and pull and thrash and thrust, I writhe on the bed but I’m not trying to get away, I’m trying to get closer. I want the drips to come faster to assuage this desire that is burning through me and on me. As the trail bends in towards my cunt again. I am swearing and begging and promising anything and everything I can think of just please let me come. Again, it stops. It doesn’t matter, I’m too desperate now, too inflamed. I only feel the need, the want, the desperation.

Two fingers slam into my cunt without any warning. I scream as I try to clamp down and hold those fingers there. For the second time that night, I hear his voice. ‘Wet’. My clenching is to no avail. His fingers slide out of me. I feel the emptiness inside me. I scream in frustration. I am in no fit state as I thrash and grind and grunt in need. I feel his hand again, pulling my cunt lips apart, the cool air brushing against my exposed clit. At the same time, he pushes downward with that hand, pinning me to the mattress, far stronger than me. My head flies back and forth against the pillow. As that single solitary drip of searing hot wax lands on my clit, I scream as my orgasm rushing over me, throwing my body skyward as my shoulders dug into the mattress beneath me. Another drip and a whole new wave washes over me. With the next drip, my scream returns, louder, stronger but it’s pure pleasure this time as I come again and again. I lose track of my mind and I fly.

‘I think now is a great time for you to try out using a butt plug, slut.’ He says it so nonchalantly like it isn’t a new thing to me. I shockwave of nerves shoot through me, but equally matched as my level of excitement goes up. I think, if I’m honest, I’ve been looking forward to this moment ever since my butt plugs arrived in the post.

I traipse upstairs to put the folded laundry away. As I go to put his pants in his sock drawer, I say ‘in ya go’ and it makes me laugh because that could be what I’d say to the butt plug.

I walk across to my quiet room. I pull out the medium sized butt plug. I take it out of its tissue wrapping. So shiny and new. I bite my lower lip in anticipation. As a quick side thought, I grab my egg and put it on to charge. We may have want of that later. I pop back downstairs, and into the loo. As soon as I lock the door, I go down on my knees on the bathroom carpet. I lower the lid of the toilet and lean over.

I take the butt plug in my right hand and reach between my legs and put the tip up to my ass. I push lightly as I did with the smaller one. Nope. Too tense. I need to relax. I close my eyes, I see myself, kneeling before you. It calms me. I feel the tension leave my body.

I hear your voice. ‘In slut’. There’s no question, no doubt. Just a pure statement. I push harder against my ass and feel it starting to stretch my asshole. Then, almost with a pop, it goes in to place. Oh holy God that feels so good. THAT’S what people mean by full. Oh man are we going to have fun with this, sir.

Not necessarily today, sir, but there is so much pleasure to be had. I walk out to the garage to start the next load of laundry. Every step, every movement. I am filled up. It moves with me but against me. Oh my. I don’t think I thought. Oh my, sir. My arousal skyrockets. My mind tips sideways as a flood of sensations assault my brain. Every slightest movement, shift of muscle. There it is, sir.

‘Oh my slave. If I'm going to be very busy over the next month, then we can take exactly this - the feeling of being full, being taken, being sexual, being wet all the time - and make you increasingly submissive while I’m away. ’

‘Oh, yes please, sir? Would you do that for me, please, sir? Make me submit more? Take me deeper? Own me more? Sir? Would you, please?’ I can hear the begging and pleading in my voice. Has this one simple thing, this plug in my ass so impacted my submission? Made me spiral? I don’t know, but I’m ready for this overwhelming need to submit to lead and for the rest of me to follow.

‘Of course I will, pet,’ he says as he smiles down at me. A profusion of thanks and gratitude tumble out of my mouth. I’m almost tripping over my words in my keenness to show him just how grateful I am. I sit down on the sofa with my dog next to me. I reach out to pet him. Oh my goodness. Just petting the dog. Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle. Oh, sir, I had no idea. This is mind boggling.

I can tell he is in a reminiscing mood as he asks me to run upstairs and grab a couple of quarters. Oh crap! Run? Upstairs? With this in? Ooooooh my. Now that is an unexpectedly pleasant feeling as the plug rocks with my each step. It pushes in deeper and shifts as i ascend each step. I know what the quarters are for. We’ve played this game before. He does love his games. Coming down the stairs astounds me by being a very different sensation than going up. This sensation is a revelation.

‘So, slut, you know what’s coming, yes? I think you are going to be begging for me to let you come.’ I whimper as I kneel before him and open up my palm to show him the two quarters. I know this game. I swallow hard as his foot starts tapping. That is not a good sign. I refocus on trying to produce the words rather than the shivers running down my spine.

’Yes, sir. Every five minutes while I rub and flick and pinch my clit, I am to flip both coins. If one is heads and the other is tails, I must keep playing with myself, but am not allowed to come. If I flip the coins and they are both heads, I am allowed to come. If you are feeling generous, then if both come out tails you will allow me to come. I may not come before either of those conditions are met, sir.’ I smile, pleased with myself but a blush also steals across my face. I know that when I’d played this game recently, he had me record me playing the game, getting ever more desperate. Dying, begging, pleading, making any promises I could think of but those quarters were not my friends. They deprived me at every turn, and I know he still has that recording, reminding me of my desperation. Granted, that was without a plug in my ass. I hope the quarters are feeling kind.

’Now, for me, I want you to memorise what you feel right now, in this moment. I want to be able to put you back here whenever I desire. This is a place inside you that you can always return to. Do you understand?’

I lower my eyes. ‘Yes, sir. It has made me feel very submissive, sir. Very owned. And I feel as if I am serving you. Just by being.I will do my best to remember it, sir, to keep in firm in my mind so that I can recall it when needed. It feels so very safe, sir. It comforts me and I hold no fear, sir. Thank you for giving me this place, sir.’ As I move to sit down, I tilt my hips. Ooooooh my. Now that is good. I can’t help the small mewling sounds the slip from between my lips.

‘What a filthy slut you are,’ his tone is a taunt, but I can’t deny it. I don’t want to deny it.

‘I am a filthy slut, sir. Luckily, I’m your filthy fucking slut, sir.’

’He’ll yes you are.’ He smiles at me. He’s as pleased as I am with that state of affairs.

Just as I settle in comfortably, the timer goes off. It’s time to change over the laundry loads. Each step, the plus shifts, rubbing me, arousing me. I can feel my cunt start to get wet. As I bring the laundry in and begin to fold the clothes, I accidentally drop a shirt to the floor. A new lesson learned. When filled, do not bend directly over to collect the item of laundry you dropped on the floor. Ohhh my, sir. It does make me wonder. If sir wasn’t so busy working at the moment, would he grab the laundry and scatter it all around the floor, making me go around and collecting each individual piece of clothing. You’d enjoy that game, I’m sure. You’d also enjoy the scene of when I bend over, you‘l be able to see the big gaudy jewel that is the handle of the butt plug. Yes, I think you just might do that. I think maybe I’m thankful you had to work after all. I put the clothes away in an introspective mood.

I sit back in the recliner again. Crossing your legs while sitting is a new experience as well, sir. I think you’d like to see this. The pure distraction, near agitation of the fullness inside me, sir. Thinking of you. You, doing this to me. You, enjoying this moment. Taking whatever I can offer in the moments you can snatch free. You, knowing I’m doing this for you while you work hard. I’m fortunate to be so used, sir. I thank you, sir.

’Good slut. I would fuck you all the time while you do chores. I'd get my chores done and my dick wet...and you’d be in heaven.

‘I would, sir. I’d be begging for even more chores to do for you, sir. Wanting and waiting until you want to fuck me. Maybe only a few good strokes, sir, leaving me wanting more. Hoping that maybe you‘d reward me when all the chores are done, sir. Knowing any moment you wished, you could come and use me. Mouth, cunt, tits, ass. All yours to take and use at your pleasure, sir.’

‘This is what you were made for. My personal submissive housewife.’ A smile spreads across his face. He is well pleased with himself, and I think also with me.

I’d roam the flat naked, searching out tasks. All the while hoping, wishing, sir, that you might have need of me. Use of me, sir. Indeed, sir. It is what I was made for. It feels right. It feels like…home, sir. I would have never thought, sir, that I could see myself, walking around naked, feeling no shame at how I look. But right now, I don’t. It’s your body. You wish to see it. Maybe to show it. It is yours, sir. Oh god, sir, I can see it all, now, clear as day, sir. My service to you. My handing myself completely over to you, sir. The day to day tasks, the time of quiet while you work, the time when you use me or order me. It’s all yours, sir, totally completely. Oh goodness, sir, it’s breathtakingly beautiful. Oh, sir. Oh my. I can’t stop myself as I slide deeper into my submission, further than I‘ve ever gone before.

‘Now you can feel it. Now you can see how we'd make your whole day around what you are.’ He smiles contentedly at me. This revelation of myself, at my core, pleases him. It releases me.

’Yes, yes sir, I can. I’ve never before. Not so wholly sir, but, I can and it’s just…overwhelming. All encompassing sir. Oh my, sir. Just, oh my. I can’t still my heart, sir, it’s beating out of my chest, sir. My very breath is yours, sir. You could stand before me, sir, see the pulse throbbing away on my neck. Visible to you, sir. If you so wished, you could reach out and stop that pulse with a snatch of your hand around my neck. My life in your hands, sir. Keep, extinguish. It’s yours, sir. I am sitting in a haze of submissiveness. If it seems that my state of mind is slowly bleeding away, I clench my muscles around the butt plug and my head goes straight back. There, before you, sir. All of my walls tumble down around me, and I stand there naked to him, all that I am revealed in its purest form.

‘Is it so wrong, sir, if I don’t want to play the quarters game. If I’d rather languish in this near perfect subspace? I do not think I have ever felt so submissive. So given as now, sir.’

‘So mine. Be in this subspace. You could come for me in a breath. You could be calm, forever.’ I nod my head numbly. I could and I would. ‘My dear slut, what do you need before bed?’

‘Tonight, sir? May I just float this evening, please, sir. To enjoy and memorise this near perfect stillness, please, sir. To feel you so close to me, I can feel your breath on my neck, sir. Submitting, giving, accepting, sir.’

‘Float for me slave. Being mine.’

’Yes, sir, yours.’

I crawl towards the table, bare except for the collar around my throat. You direct me to climb onto the table. I lick my lips in anxious anticipation as to what might lay ahead. You order me to assume the Nadu position. I kneel on top of the table, facing my Master, my head held high and my eyes downcast, I spread my knees wide open, pushing my shoulders back while arching my back back slightly, my breasts thrust outward. I place my hands on my thighs, palms facing upward, waiting in supplication. He steps forward and slaps my breasts, first one and then the other. The outline of his fingers are visible instantly on my pale skin. I have no doubt this is only the beginning as the night is still young. The onslaught begins As his hands slap down on my bare breasts, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room of onlookers. I struggle to maintain my position and not pull away, my instinct is to pull away, but at the same time, I also push my breasts forward, eager for the pain as my pleasure builds. His hands shoot forward and grab my nipples between his fingers. He twists hard, pulling them away from my body at the same time. I can’t help myself, a yelp poos out of my mouth. He raises an eyebrow at me. I know that look, it’s his ’Really? look. I close my mouth tight. Rookie mistake. He reaches down and grabs a clothes peg from beside the table. He again pulls my nipple out and at the furthest point he lets the clip close, right on the tip where it will hurt the most. As he releases that breast, he reaches instantly for the next clothes peg. He smiles as he grabs my other nipple and clamps it in the same way. I sit as still as I can but I feel my wetness growing. His Hand disappears again and reappears with a leather paddle in his hand. He rains down blows on me alternating between one breast and then the other. I feel myself rising up onto my knees. Leaning into the paddle. Savouring it’s burn. He places one hand on my head and shoves me back down to kneeling. He lays down the paddle and shoves two fingers into my cunt. What he finds there must please him as he smiles, withdraws them and slides them into my mouth to lick clean. He orders me to lean back and lie down. I don’t know what the night will hold but I can feel the tension of the onlookers, awaiting the next move.

He signals for someone to join us on stage. I recognise her face from being around the club, but this is the first time I’ve seen her on stage. My master grabs the step stool and places it at the top end of the table. Su Lee climbs the stairs and straddles me. She lowers her bare cunt onto my face, her ass in my eyeballs. I lick my lips. It’s been awhile since I’ve had the opportunity to eat another woman and I look forward to showing off my skills. I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her closer. I begin to lap at her lips, darting my tongue only briefly inside of her, awaiting the swelling of her lips. I lightly flick my tongue over her clit, enjoying the momentary teasing. As I tighten my grip on her thighs, I really start to go to town, licking, sucking, nipping ever so slightly, enjoying the sounds emitting from Su Lee. I in crease my speed as well as my depth as I probe further inside of her, caressing her inside and out with my tongue. The taste of her is so sweet on my lips and tongue, I go into a feeding frenzy. Su Lee starts writhing above me.

I abruptly gasp as I feel a tongue dart into my cunt. It was unexpected, but the mouth on me is so warm and wet. It feel so good as it glides over my most sensitive areas. I feel my body trying to push down harder, to drive the tongue deeper. I feel pain as the slap makes contact with my breasts close to the clothes pegs. It serves its purpose and I set my attention back on the pussy sitting on my face. I dive in with renewed vigour but the tongue on my lips are really starting to drive me crazy. Whoever is down there has some serious skills of their own. I try to focus. I want to do a good job and nothing short of causing a few orgasms will please my Master. As I feel my own desire grow, I know I won’t be allowed release if I’ve not yet granted such pleasure to Su Lee. I dig in, driven by my own growing need. As I suck in her clit and lightly bite down, she screams as an orgasm rocks through her body and her spray comes flying out all over my face. This doesn’t deter me but only eggs me on for more. I shove my face deep into her pussy and as I feel her leg muscles start to tense again towards that moment of release, I feel another weight atop my body.

The mystery was solved quickly as I felt something slide onto my chest and my breasts squeezed tight together. I suspected that was my Master. He loves a good tit fuck. I smile to myself and refocus my efforts on Su Lee. She’s frantic now, bouncing up and down on my tongue and face I try to hold her near, but her orgasms are now coming thick and heavy. I’m so grateful as I can feel my own peak nearing and there’s no way I’m going to be allowed to come if she isn’t fully sated first. My tempo increases as her moaning becomes incoherent. As she comes hard yet again, spraying and drenching my whole face. She falls back on her heels, effectively blinding me, but I’m guessing she’s had enough. My attention shifts to the cock sliding between my breasts. With each thrust, the pegs jiggle causing small shockwaves of pain and pleasure to course through me. I buck blindly trying to get closer to the tongue invading my cunt while offering up myself to the man fucking my tits. He begins to speed up, a wicked self-satisfies smile spreads across my face. It won’t be long now. He’s really ramming himself enjoying the friction on the fly. I bite down on my lower lip as once again, I feel the tongue below perform a deep dive on me. Just as my back arches up, he drops my breasts and shoots his load all over my face to join the wetness already there. He sits back and returns to slapping my breasts. My lower body jerks under the weight of his body above me. I know I can’t hold off much longer. I begin to beg and plead. Please, pleases, please, sir, May I come please? Please May I come. I need to, please sir. My words spill over one another as I whimper and moan. My body jerking crazily, trying to hold back until I get permission to come. Then I hear it, the countdown begins. 5, 4, 3. I know that when he gets to zero, I will be allowed to come. The focus in my mind Ive been trying to hold onto so tightly, I release into the haze of subspace, feeling the pain as flesh hits flesh across my breasts. I let loose the grip Ive had on my lower body as it rides the tongue bringing me so much pleasure. Such amazing sensations. 2, 1, COME FOR ME BITCH, he commands and at that precise moment, he pulls off the clips and the tongue leaves me as a fist rams all the way into me. I scream as I buck the weight off my chest as my orgasm floods out of me, my spray shooting out at high speed. I feel my Master kneel up on his knees, and the room explodes into applause as my screams are still echoing around the room. As I fall back, I can almost picture him there, kneeling over me, hands in the air and accepting the appreciation of the audience. I softly whisper, thank you, sir, and I’m gone.

Slave for sale.

Goimg cheap.

Not for the faint of heart

Demanding

Harsh

Unfeeling

Inconsiderate

Maybe it’s best to just scrap it

Oh fuck. I woke up this morning and read your message. My mouth went dry. I skipped back to your recorded message of the night before and I went wet. I could feel my heartbeat racing and my need growing. Still, I did need to get to work soon. I popped into the shower and washed my hair and put in the conditioner. As I did so, from time to time my hand would dip lower and pinch, pull and twist one nipple and then the other. I close my eyes and just let my body take in only the sensations going through me. I grab my phone and I put your message on loop. I change the shower head to pulsate and a directed stream. I hold my cunt lips open and begin the assault on my pussy that you own. Almost immediately, an orgasm grants me release. More. I want more. I keep my hand steady where it is and I can feel my body tense, naturally going into a crouched position, my legs splayed open. I scream as another orgasm follows on the heels of the first, and then another and another. I can feel my brain going away, no thinking, no talking. Just the sound of your voice, telling me again and again to come. I yell as the orgasms just keep coming. I hear myself start to mutter. ‘Oh please sir, yes sir, let me come sir, fuck me sir, do it, do it, please sir, let me come, let me come for you, fuck your whore, fuck me.’ The orgasms are coming fast and furious, each one growing in intensity. Still my mantra continues. Oh god, I can feel it, my body preparing itself for a massive orgasm, I beg, I plead, I am desperate to come for you and for me. I go up on my toes. My whole body is ready, reaching and reaching, feeling that need approaching and becoming more intense, sitting on the edge, just waiting and then, as it hits I scream. I scream out to you, begging you, thanking you, I can feel the spray shoot out of me, mixing with the water in the tub heading down the drain. I fall to my knees, shower head still in hand. I’m panting, I hear your voice, telling me to breathe, I let my head flop down, I reach across and swap the knobs to the overhead, letting my arm drop to my side, but your voice is still in my head. I can hear it there. Echoing around my brain, the question you ask of me? ‘Have you hurt for me today, slut?’

With a light whimper, I swap back to the handheld shower head, I target the shower head back to my swollen, red, undeniably used cunt. The minute the water hits, another orgasm flies through me, like it was just there, waiting in the wings, knowing I’d not satisfied you, nor me. One after another they rip through my body. I’ve lost count long ago. I feel my body trembling, no, shaking, coming again and again. Each time, I beg more earnestly, more frantically. ’Please sir, oh fuck, yes sir, oh hell, come, come, come, fuck me fuck me please sir let me me oh fuck sir sir sir please, I become incoherent and words fly through my mind, my brain doesn’t even acknowledge them, they’re merely in transit from my lips to your ears. The pain starts to blend with the pleasure, my overaroused cunt is screaming to be left alone, at peace, or is that just me. I no longer know or care, I just let my body handle everything. Again, here it comes, a massive orgasm, building, pushing, forcing my legs as far apart as the tub will allow me. I am poised on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall. No, wanting to fall, to depart and just be with the air. My orgasm hits and I spray once again, my whole body gyrating, grasping each sensation but equally trying to run away from it. Wave after wave, animalistic noises issue from my mouth, I grunt and scream and low and bellow again and again, it’s not stopping. The pain, the pleasure, hand in hand a type of sweet torture that assaults all of my senses. I can no longer see or hear. I feel. Just feel with the constant babble in the backround, a frenzy of some sort, like a buzzing in my ears. As the last of the spray leaves me, I collapse forward into the bathtub. How long I lay there, Ive no idea. I slowly come back to myself, I’m cold, freezing cold. The tap, but no. Hair. The word pops in and then out. I hold the means of my demise over my head and rinse out the conditioner. I push against the tub and manage to flip ungraciously backwards until I’m sitting in the tub, braced my the back. I breathe. I try to focus. Clean. I reach to the left and find the soap there. I manage to make an attempt to clean myself. Then run the ice cold water all over me, rinsing the soap foam off of me. I drop the shower head and push up with all my strength, which isn’t much at this point, and manage to return to a standing position. I turn off the water, wrap a towel around me. Make my way to the bed. I drop there, curl into a ball, quickly think better of it as my engorged cunt protests. I roll my hips so they are as far over as I can get them, I spread my legs wide, letting air get to my lips. I sleep.

‘I’m horny. Kneel by my bed and give my cock a home for a while.’

‘Now that, sir, is definitely in my skill set. I will happily do that, sir.’

’Good slut. I want to feel my cock hit the back of your throat.’

I lower myself to my hands and knees and crawl across to you, my breasts dangling and swinging as I approach. I get to the side of your bed and rise up on my knees. I present my breasts to you, hands behind my back, chest thrust forward, knowing just how much you like to keep them bruised and sensitive. ‘Would you like me to fetch you anything, sir, or would you like to use your hand? Or maybe I should wrap them around your cock, sir?’

You lift one, thoughtfully, then bring your hand down flat on it, over the top, a bloom of red instantly appearing. You begin to slowly rwin blows down; sometimes over the top of my breasts, sometimes under, hard enough to lift them up. Sometimes the blows fall right across my nipples. A moan of pleasure fills the air as I relish each blow. I edge closer, wanting more. Your pace picks up and the marks begin to show. I glance down and smile. Marks of your ownership. The room echoes with the sound of flesh on flesh.

You grab my head and shove your cock into my mouth in one deft move. I love it when you fuck my mouth, the way it fills me. You hold my head there, and I struggle to breathe as you hold your cock deep in the back of my throat. The grip of your fingers in my hair holding the back of my head in place, not letting me pull away. You pull out and strings of your come cover me. You smear it all over my face.

You leave me there, covered in it. I wait in anticipation, hoping that you will use me again, having me rub your cum in each time you use me. Each time, the cum covers somewhere else on my body until I’m coated in you. Smell of you. Am yours.

Later, after fucking my mouth, you command me not to swallow, but instead letting it run back out of my mouth, down my chin. As it does so, you have me run it into my neck and chest. Another coating.

There’s a knock at the door. Your friend sticks his head around. He smiles at the scene in front of him. ‘I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fuck those big, beautiful, bruised breasts. May I?’ You wave him in. I crawl forward, undo his trousers and pull them down. He deftly steps out of them, his rock hard cock peeking out of the top of his pants. I grab those with my teeth and slide them down, leaving his cock bobbing in front of me. I kneel in front of him and wrap my generous breasts around his cock and slide them back and forth between them, gliding, sliding. As his cock pops through my cleavage, I lick the tip and try to draw it into my mouth. As my tempo increases, I can feel his leg muscles begin to tense. All the sudden pain rears on my ass. My master has grabbed his single tail and is encouraging me to greater effort. I try to focus, but my whole body begins to gyrate. I hear a low keening and realise it’s not me, but him. In just a few strokes, his Cock spits out large globs of come all over my breasts. He falls back on the bed. My master commands me to rub his friend’s come into my breasts. I rapidly comply as the single tail continues to lick at my ass. Every stroke stoking my desire, bringing me closer to the edge.

The single tail stops and I feel my hair being grabbed. He turns me around by my hair and shoves me down on the bed. Whether it was watching the scene before him or enjoying the smoothness of his single tail across my ass, he is aroused again. He pulls me by my legs to the edge of the bed and buries himself deep inside of me. Again and again, he pounds into me, and with each drive, I feel the sting of my ass against the duvet. It only makes it sweeter. He is a man possessed as he speeds up, his girth feeling as if it’s splitting me. I start to beg, to plead for him to let me come, but tonight isn’t about me. It’s about him. He pulls out and sprays me with his come, covering my stomach. Without being told, I rub it in. Covered in him, smelling of him, his.

I awaken later. I’ve no idea how much time has passed. I can feel them, one on each side of me. Spooned warmly between them. I can feel a semi-hard cock against my ass. I push back against it, grinding my ass against it. As I do so, I reach around and grab the cock to my other side, I start stroking it, twisting my hand as it glides up and down the length of him. Increasing and decreasing the pressure as I play. ‘You’d think she would have had enough, but clearly not. What a greedy little slut I own.’ He grabs me by the hips and pulls me up onto my knees. He walks around and shoved his cock into my mouth. I take him in, all the way to his base, I knead his balls in my hand. He pulls out and I roll over, taking his balls into my mouth, sucking, savouring. For a few moments, he enjoys my mouth, but then he flips me back over and without hesitation, slams into my ass, driving hard, running his hand over the marks he’s left crisscrossing my ass. ’Feel free to use her mouth, it’s free. However, when you come I want you to do something for me.’ Some unspoken communication flies between them, but I’m none the wiser. I open my mouth and let his mate slide in. I worship his cock as if it were my Master’s licking, sucking, pumping, playing with his balls and that sensitive area just behind. The pace picks up as my Master reams my ass. I do my best to maintain the rhythm they’ve established. I am merely a vessel to be used and filled. ‘Now!’ He shouts. He pulls out and i can feel his come hitting my ass. At the same time, his mate pulls out of my mouth, pushes down my head and his come lands in my hair. ‘Rub it in, slut, both of them.’ I rise up on my knees And massage the come into my hair as if it were my shampoo, then I reach behind me and rub my Master’s come into my already burning cheeks. The salt burning a reminder of the single tail the night before. ‘And whose are you, whore?’

‘Yours, sir. All yours.’

‘Now, slut, I am likely to be running around a lot for the next while. Tell me, how would you masturbate for me in the bathtub if you really wanted to torture yourself for me?’

’Oh crud, Sir, let me see…I could only touch myself for three minutes at a time and then cannot touch myself for five? But during those five I may slap/spank/twist anything I so wish. Or you could include those in touching myself, forcing me to decide which to do for how long in the three minutes and then have to keep my hands away from my body for the next five. As most of my baths average an hour in length, if you’ve not popped back by the end of my bath, I’m allowed to finally come?’

‘That sounds terribly cruel to me, slut. I love it. I think the three minutes of touching and five minutes of keeping your hands away is the best way to torture you. Shall we begin? I expect you to put on quite a show for me.’

I slide down into the warm embrace of the bath. I let the water enfold me in its heat. I haven’t felt warm all day. My challenge? Where to start? Actually, it’s not much of a challenge at all. I grab my left nipple between my thumb and the knuckle of my index finger. I pull it away from me, and just thay slight pull causes my breathing to speed. I pinch down harder and knead the nipple, twisting and pulling. Each time, I add a little more force behind it. I tell myself that I won’t spend all three of my first minutes only on that nipple. I don’t want the right one to feel left out, but somehow, I can’t take my hand away. I close my eyes and just enjoy the strain of my flesh and the pleasure flowing into my body. I open my eyes only to discover my three minutes has passed.

Five minutes. How can five minutes seem so impossibly long? I stare at the time, urging it to speed up. It seems to take forever.

As I reach for myself, I needn’t have feared. My right nipple is already erect, awaiting its turn. I pinch it between my right thumb and the knuckle of my right finger but this time I squeeze as hard as I can. My feet push against the end of the tub as my arousal builds. I let up lightly on the pressure and instead pull on my nipple and twist it away from my body. My feet slide down to the bottom of the tub and I can feel my hips gently begin to rock. I know a wetness must be building, even if it’s camouflaged by the water of the bath. I look at the time, another three minutes has nearly gone. I squeeze down as hard as I can, biting down on my lower lip. With a mutter, I release my hold.

Damn! How fast does three minutes fly by. Why did I say five minutes between? Why did I only give myself three minutes? The questions are pointless as I know why. You wanted me to come up with a way to torture myself. Little did I realise how effective it would be.

I bring my knees in closer and push them against the side of the tub. I let my fingers wander down to my clit. With the first few flicks of my finger, I’m reminded instantly of my masturbation from the night before. My clit is still tender from the abuse rendering it hypersensitive. As my hips push up, my pubic hair is visible just through the bubbles of my bath. I must be gentle but this slow arousal is not to my liking. I want more. My hips start to rock. Regardless of the tenderness, I persist. The waves in the water giving away the speed of my desire. Slow down! Slow down! I repeat to myself. At this rate, you’ll be a wreck by the, by the, the thought is lost as I just keep flicking my clit. Damn clock!

Don‘t look at the clock. Don’t do it. It will only infuriate you. Still, I glance across. One minute. Only one minute has passed. Madness! That’s not possible. I try to do the maths to see if I’ve miscalculate, but with desire fogging my brain, it’s impossible.

I slide my hand down between my legs, bypassing your clit. I sneak my index finger into your cunt hole. The nature of the wetness leaves no doubt that this is not caused by the water in the bath. Usually, I’d not go this route. I know I prefer clitoral stimulation to penetration, but I knew you’d want to know if I was already creaming myself. I slide my index finger into my ass. Not something I‘ve done before and I instantly wonder why not. It feels so damn good. I pull my knees all the way up to my nipples, my fingers reaching deeper. I love the way it feels as my fingers pump in and out of me. Fuck! That’s my three minutes. I pull my hand free.

Desire is driving me. I want to touch myself. No. That’s not it. I need to touch myself. I can so easily push myself over that wall, to feel the sweet release wash over me and take me away. Now? Now!

I slide my hand back to your clit, I can’t resist it, but this time, I bring my knees up and in only a little so that as I flick and play with your clit, the waves created by my movement smack lithely against your cunt hole, teasing it, toying with it. My hand speeds up. I force my legs to stay in that same position. I don’t allow them any extra stimulation only the increase in waves teasing my entrance. I feel my hips wanting to push out, I know what I want. I want to feel the smack of a hand against my cunt. Your cunt. I want that burn, but I force my hand to stay where it is. I know if I take that step, if I give in, holding back is going to be that much harder. I glance at the clock. No!

My head thrashes back and forth. I can feel nothing but thay desire, pulsing through me, pushing on every nerve in my body. My legs rock back and forth. I keep a close eye on the clock. The minute those five minutes are past, I’m off. C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!

I must! I want! I throw my right leg over the side of the tub and brace my left leg against the lip of the tub on the left side. I press my shoulders into the front of the tub as I use my leg muscles to lift your cunt up into the air. With my left hand, I spread and hold open my cunt lips. I raise my right up into the air and with only a moment’s hesitation, bring it smacking down onto the exposed flesh. Yes! The word gets ground out between my teeth. I raise my hand again, and let it swing. Two, yes. Again, it goes up. Now, there is no pause, it swings down with force. Three. Fuck yes. The speed picks up. Four, yes, yes, please. Five. More, please more. Six. Harder. Please, sir, harder. As my eyes start to roll back, my eyes catch the time. No no no no no! I halt my hand.

Every inch of me is vibrating. I can’t stay still. So close, I’m so very close. Oh please, please, sir, let me. Let me touch myself early, please, please, please. The next few minutes are lost to me as the pleading fills all of my mind.

I flip over in the bath and try to grind into the bottom of the tub. It’s not enough. I have to have more. More! I roll over. My fingers fly to my clit and start stroking, flicking, pinching. I want you. Inside me. Now. I glance up. Yes! I rise up out of the tub, my fingers still flying and grab the back scrubber off of its hook. I lower myself into the water, a knee at a time so I don’t have to take my hand away. As soon as Ive reclined, I shove the handle of the back scrubber into my cunt and start pumping away with my left hand while stroking your clit with the right. Oh god yes. Fuck me sir! Fuck me! Hard! Slam into me! Harder! Harder! Yes! Yes! So so so. Yes so. Oh so. Oh oh oh Nooooooo! Fuck no! Fuck no! Bastard!

One more minute. One more minute until I can touch myself again. You didn’t say I couldn’t leave the scrubber in. As my hips bob, the scrubber raises and lowers inside of me. Oh god please, please, please. Now. I want to now. Right now. Waiting? No. Now! Thank god. I touch myself.

’May May May May May May May please May please May!

Sir sir sir sir sir sir sir sir sir me please sir me sir please please!’

’DO IT, BITCH!’

I screech as the orgasm rips away from me, long and drawn out, begging, pleading, thanking. On and on, my body keeps coming. scream after scream until my eyes roll into the back of my head.

‘Good girl.’

I lower my ears under the water. I listen to the rapid beating of my heart. I imagine your heartbeat next to mine. Slower. Steady. I take deeper breaths through my nose as I will my heart to slow. It begins to decrease. I continue. I imagine that strong heartbeat, calling to mine, pulling it nearer, encouraging my heartbeat to find it. It slows some more. I continue to slow my breathing. I hear both heartbeats in syncopation. Mine. Yours. Mine. Yours. Until they begin to merge. Yours. Yours. Yours.

I stand before him in inspection pose. ‘You know what your directions are sub girl?’ He asks me with a wicked grin as he snaps one of the nipple clips to my left breast. I take in a rapid breath through my nose, I wasn’t expecting the alligator clips this morning. It told me he was going to try to challenge me today. He looks up at me from where he sits at his desk, waiting for my answer.

’Yes, Sir. I do. I am to go into the bathroom, turn on the shower as far as it will go, change the head to pulsate and then come as many times as I can without having to pull the shower head away from your cunt. I am to count each one and thank you for it. When I am unable to take anymore, I am to clean myself, dry myself and present myself to you, Sir.’ He gives me that wicked ass smile, snaps down the other clamp on my right breast, and points to the bathroom. As I turn to go, he lightly pats my ass. ‘Good girl.’

As I lean forward to turn on the water for the shower, the chain connecting my nipple clamps clangs against the shower door, bringing a quiet little moan out of me. I quickly debate in my mind whether I’m grateful for the power shower we had installed or not. I know I’m not very good at pushing my own boundaries, but he really wants me to work on this for him. The minute any sensitivity sets in for me, I always pull away. Afraid to go deeper, harder, more.

I step into the shower, and first let the warm water flow over my body. Helping me to relax to untense my muscles as I’ve no doubt they will be tense again soon enough. I reach up and grab the hand held shower head and flip the lever to turn off the overhead feed. I can’t help it. My heart rate starts racing. I come so hard this way. He knows this and I’m pretty sure that is precisely why he has set me this task. The reality is, I’m already aroused just from being near him all morning, naked, posing, watching him work. There’s something deeply fulfilling to see someone so engulfed with what they are creating. I love to see how he works, how his mind functions, how things come together. With that thought, I spread my legs apart, hold my cunt lips open with my left hand and point the powerful jet right at my clit. I lean forward as my legs start to tense, I go up on my toes, I bang my head against the wall and let loose a quiet moan as almost instantly, my first orgasm flies through my body in what must be record time. I moan aloud. Timidly, ‘one, thank you sir,’ is whispered from my mouth.

Every nerve feels like it’s tingling as I rise up on my toes as each orgasm rocks through me. ‘Ten. Thank you, Sir. Eleven. Thank you, Sir’. My head grinds into the wall as each orgasm comes and go. My muscles bunch up and clench and release again as orgasm after orgasm piles one in top of the other. ’15, sir, thank you. 16, sir, thank you.’ I can only mutter the count through gritted teeth. It’s taking every ounce of control to try to maintain the count. My head is swimming, my body is trembling from top to bottom. I can’t. No more. No more. My mind seems stuck on the thought. I want to pull my hand away, but I want to please him. I want to make him proud. My mind just wants to float away and bathe in the sensations reverberating through my body. As I feel another orgasm becoming more of an imperative than a desire, I scream out. ‘I can’t, sir, I can’t. Please, Sir, can you hear me. No more, please, please. I beg of you…’ As the last word issues from my mouth, my voice goes up an octave and a piercing scream slams out of me, a sound of pain and pleasure as I come again.

His voice carries from the other room, ‘don’t forget to count, slut. I’d hate for you to have to start over.’ I swear under my breath at him and try desperately to recall which number I’m on. My mind is too hazy, I try to focus. I try to come back into my body but it seems just too far out of reach. I grasp at straws in my mind. My head starts to shake back and forth. A number, any number, but even that seems beyond my abilities. ‘That would be 17, dear whore. You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today.’ His voice is nearer and grounds me. I pull the number from his lips to mine.

’17, sir, that’s it, yes, it must be, yes, yes, definitely.’ Another scream emits from me as 18 forces its way out. Now, it seems there is no way to stop them. They come fast and furious, one on top of the other. I pant out, ’22, sir. Thank. Aaaarrggghh!’ I try to catch my breath. I’m almost hiccuping the count now. ‘No sir. No. No more. I can’t. Can’t. No. No more.’

Suddenly, a hand firmly wraps itself around my throat. Holding me there. ‘Take it for me, bitch. Take it for me.’ I vaguely register that I’m shaking my head back and forth and muttering no, no, no under my breath. Without realising it, it’s changed from no into yes. The strength of the hand at my throat brings me back into myself. The shower head continues to beat at me mercilessly. I whimper. I just want to throw it away from me. Smash it against the wall. It’s agony, but also ecstasy. 24 and 25 pass in the same way. I start banging my head against the wall as my body now tries to pull away from itself. My eyes and sealed shut. I can feel the tears pouring down my cheeks. The hand releases its grip around my throat, I beg for its return but to no avail. My body convulses as another orgasm rips me apart.

I feel a hand upon my forehead, pulling it away from the wall. ‘Now slave, we’d hate to damage you now wouldn’t we?’ Some words or sounds come out of my mouth but I’ve no idea what I’ve said. Each breath jitters through me. Another hand reaches around and pinches the alligator clip on my left breast. I wail as I come again. Holy fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Only obscenities echo through my mind. My legs start shaking uncontrollably. ’Can‘t, can’t, can’t. No. no. No.’

As I feel my legs starting to give way, two strong hands grab ahold of my hips. My body stabilises. My hand still clutching the shower head in a death grip, I lose all sense. ‘Lean forward, now, slave.’ I mindlessly follow the direction, as the sound of his voice is the only think that holds me to this world. My mind explodes as he slams his cock deep inside of me. Another orgasm erupts. I can feel him filling me and then pulling away only to slam deep inside again. ‘T-t-t-t-t,’ is the only thing that comes out of my mouth. I screech as another orgasm is torn from me. All sense evades me. I float and float. Feeling everything around me touching my flesh. Every atom caresses me and I feel like I’m weightless, no longer within my body. All the sudden, ‘uh uh uh uh uh uh,’ I’m brought down to earth as my Master continues to ream me. Inside of me, I know he’s nearly there. As he explodes inside of me, I drop the shower head as one last orgasm grinds its way out. My legs give way and I go down into the bathtub. I curl up in a fetal position. The water comes from overhead. My Master helps me to sit up. I feel his touch as he washes me clean and then moves onto my hair. I stay there. Secure with his hands around me. The water disappears. He helps me up and out of the tub. I can barely stand. A warm towel is wrapped around me and I’m led away. I collapse onto the bed. My Master removes the towel, wipes the tears from my cheeks, moves his body to spoon me and brings the blanket up and around both of us. With a light kiss, he whispers in my ear, ‘28, good girl,’ and I fade away with a sedate smile on my face.