"Whose bitch are you?" Christopher said loudly, the seductive sound of his voice bouncing off the walls as he roughly tore off his sub's bra. She was only wearing a lacy, unsubstantial bra and thong set. It was how he sometimes liked her to be dressed when they were alone together.
"I'm your bitch," Jennifer replied matter-of-factly, letting the choppy sound of the word "bitch" linger on her tongue for just a moment, feeling a little sting as the straps of her bra snapped as they came off of her.
"You have been so bad. I think you must be severely punished," retorted Christopher, thinking hard on what he would do with her this time. "You're always bad. You never learn. You WILL learn. Now. WHOSE FUCKING WHORE ARE YOU?!" he asked once more, wanting a more substantial reply than she had given before, and literally tearing off her thong, surprising her.
"I'm yours...all yours," she replied eagerly.
"And what do you call me?" he asked, inching even closer to her quivering body.
"I'm all yours, master."
"Better. You're damn right you are! Now get on your knees!" He smacked her ass hard, forcing her down.
Jennifer sat back on her feet, put her hands behind her back as if handcuffed, and bowed her head. Her long brown hair fell from behind her smooth shoulders and hung, hiding her face and revealing the back of her neck. She was completely naked now, the perfect picture of submission, and she knew that that was exactly what he wanted.
He picked up a thick black leather collar with red stitching and a hook on both the front and back sides and fastened it snugly to her neck. He brushed back her hair and lifted her chin to look at her face. He saw a surprised kind of fear in her eyes, but looking deeper, he saw a burning desire to find out what he had in store for her this time. In his eyes, she saw a dangerous, electric kind of look that seemed to pulse throughout the rest of his body and right into hers through his fingertips.
He dropped her chin, and she placed her head back down where it was. He took her hands from behind her back to the front of her, and moving behind her, he fastened a pair of shiny silver handcuffs around her wrists tightly. She felt the sting of the cold metal on her skin and breathed in loudly, but said nothing and kept her head down.
He thought to say a few things to her about what was about to happen, but then decided against it, preferring to remain silent. He tied a black silk blindfold around her eyes, a custom of theirs that they almost, but not quite always, observed in punishment. Finally, he fastened a small black leash to the front hook of her collar, and, pulling on it roughly, made her stand and follow him.
She followed him into the bedroom, knowing it was the bedroom by its familiar scent and the feel of the cold hardwood floors beneath her feet. She knew he had changed the room in some way she could not see, added something different that she knew nothing about most likely. He was always adding new things.
He pulled a little harder on the leash; he didn't want any time to be wasted. Suddenly, he dropped the leash, and taking her handcuffed wrists in his hand, he lifted her arms up above her and examined her copper colored body for just a moment from the bottom up, from her feet up her toned legs to her perfectly shaven pussy, up her stomach and little waistline to her raised, full breasts, and then up to her sweet blindfolded face with soft lips and tousled brown hair. She was wild, an Amazon, or an untamed thoroughbred, mysterious, dangerous, enticing.
He carefully fastened her handcuffs to a clasp on the wall, the new appendage that she thought had to be somewhere in the room. Disappearing for a moment, he returned with a frightening leather whip fashioned with several thin and thick leather strips on a thick, round wooden handle. The temperature in the room was far from hot, to say the least. Jennifer could feel the difference between her body's own warm inner temperature, how cold her skin was, and the cool temperature of the room.
Christopher looked at her rounded ass sticking out at him, her back arched slightly, her head resting on the wall in front of her. He wanted to punish her so badly, he wanted her to know who owned her, he wanted to show his power over her. She may have been wild, but he was going to tame her.
"Now," he said quietly, dangerously, "ARE YOU MY SLUT?!" he yelled, swinging the contraption, whipping her ass hard.
"Yes, master."
"Louder, slut!" He whipped her harder.
"YES!"
"ARE YOU MY FUCKING LITTLE WHORE?!" he screamed, really getting into it, smacking her even harder with the whip.
"YES!" she screamed back, struggling to breathe, feeling the energy in the room pulse, not knowing what to expect next.
He brought back the whip again powerfully, and, saying nothing, grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled it back, and whipped her ass hard, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 times. She whimpered; she moaned. She knew she loved it. He paused, relaxing his hold on her hair a bit, listening to the resonating sound of her voice on the walls, feeling what she was feeling. Again he pulled back on her hair hard and whipped her ass again, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 times. And again, without pausing for more than just a moment, he whipped her, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 times. She screamed a little scream every time, loving the pain, loving how he pulled her hair, loving how he dominated her. She felt herself let go of any control, let him have all of it.
He dropped the whip and removed her handcuffs from the wall.
"Come here, bitch," he said, pulling her by the wrists over to a table that she didn't know about.
She followed willingly, not knowing what was coming next.
Christopher slammed her body down on the cold, counter-like table, fastened her handcuffs above her head, and tied her feet down on the other end of the table. Her legs were opened only the width of the table, about three feet, and she formed a small, acute X shape with her body. He sat down on the edge of the bed, lit a candle, and swirled the growing flame around a bit, letting some wax gather at the bottom. He did this with three different candles. A red one, a blue one, and a black one. Getting up and moving slowly towards her body, he brought the red candle with him first. Beginning at the bone just between her breasts, he dripped the hot wax down her chest. Taking the blue candle, he did the same, dripping the wax from where he left off down to her belly button. And finally, taking the black candle, he dripped wax further down, down to where her excited little cunt was waiting, but not reaching her clit. She called out quietly, "Ahh!" from surprise, and bit her lip. He dripped some more black wax on her breasts, dripping it right on to the middle of her nipple. "Mmm, baby," she said, sucking in more air, falling into the moment and seemingly forgetting her place.
"Hush, little one," he ordered, and tied a gag around her face, quieting her words. She was helpless to say or do anything. He continued dripping the three different colors of hot wax down her body, bringing the flame close to her body, making her squirm and pant. He would bring the flame close to her cunt, making her hotter, wetter, making her want him even more than she already did. The way he went about dominating every little bit of her but never once did anything to pleasure either himself or her, he teased her tremendously; her anticipation was growing. She knew what he would want sooner or later, and she wanted to give it to him. She was filled with a lust, a yearning only he would be able to satisfy.
He picked up a riding crop saying, "You seem to be taking your punishment well, whore."
He smacked it down not too hard on her breasts, just making them sting a little. He then traced it down the middle of her body and smacked the side of each of her two muscular, toned thighs, twice each, harder every time. The humming sound of the riding crop whirred through the air on every swing, breaking the silence of the room. He wanted those thighs wrapped around him, but no, not yet; she wasn't ready yet. He had left one candle to create a great deal of wax and picked it up gingerly, hovered over her, and in one quick motion dropped all of the wax right in between her breasts, letting it splash everywhere.She screamed again through the gag, arching her back, not able to say anything to him. Through her body language, he could see her surprised, pained, but pleasured reaction. He knew that what he was doing to her was driving her crazy. He knew that she wanted him inside of her, that she wanted to cum more than anything right then.
Christopher had drawn a very hot bath in the adjacent bathroom, filled with scented oils and rose petals. He left the room for several minutes to check on it, leaving Jennifer to wonder where he was and what he was doing, to become a little more anxious. He came back, removed her from the table, and undid the gag from her mouth but left the blindfold on. He carried her body easily, and she grasped his arms, feeling their strength, her arms free for the first time in a long time. He laid her in the hot, hot water. She let it cover over her, felt it soak into her skin, and relished in the feeling of his hands traveling ever so carefully over her body.
Tenderly, he washed out the red welts on her legs and chest and washed off the now dried wax. He kissed her lightly on the lips once and stroked her forehead. "So pretty," he whispered. He wanted her; he was done punishing her with whips and wax. He was done teasing her. Her naked, wet, smooth, curvy body and pouting pink lips were making him horny. Her skin was all soft from the oils, her hair a bundle of tusseled mess; it made her look tired but very fuckable. He gave her a couple more minutes in the bath, until the water became lukewarm, and then pulled her out again, and, not bothering with a towel, threw her wet body down on the bed.
He quickly bound her hands to two cords that were already waiting for her on the bedposts, keeping them together rather than spread apart. He ran his hands roughly up and down the sides of her body, down her thighs, lifting them and parting them, examining the wetness that had accumulated on her cunt. He plunged his tongue into her, swirling it around her clit a few times before plunging it deep into her pussy. He pulled it back out, tasting her juices all over his tongue, leaving them there, and licked her clit again, fast, hard, pushing, pushing, pushing.
Jennifer was breathing hard and ragged, unable to see what he was doing, nearly screaming in pleasure. He felt her begin to tense; he knew the pressure was building within her, and he immediately stopped. Pulling himself up to her lips, he kissed her hard, letting her taste her own sweet juices that were all over his lips and tongue. He pulled himself up farther and straddled her face, and pulling her hair back, asked her, while probing her mouth with his finger,
"You have an oral fixation, don't you, you little slut?"
She nodded at him, knowing the right answer, knowing what was next.
He shoved his cock deep into her throat, and she took it willingly, wanting to suck on it, wanting him to fuck her mouth. She eagerly pushed forward, not wasting any time, and began to lick up and down his shaft sweetly before rolling over the head of his cock with her tongue. She plunged the tip of her tongue into the hole at the tip of his head, drawing out the precum, creating a fantastic show for her lover, before plunging back down on him and swirling it all around her mouth. She ran her teeth ever so lightly up and down his shaft a few times, sucking on the head hard every so often, letting her tongue rub and flick at that sensitive spot on the back of his head.
"Mmm," he groaned softly, feeling the pressure build within him.
Jennifer could feel him tensing up, but she wanted him to fuck her, and she wanted him to fuck her hard; she knew that he wanted to fuck her hard. She pulled her mouth off of him suddenly, and he felt her hot breath followed by the cool air of the room envelope his swollen cock. He looked down at her, wild eyed, removed the blindfold, and she looked back now, sure of herself and of what they both wanted.
"Mmm, you are a little whore, aren't you?" Christopher asked her rhetorically, looking down at her. "Well then, you'll get what any whore should expect."
He plunged his cock deep inside her and thrusted into her. As he thrust hard into her, as hard as he could, he pulled back her hair again and plunged his mouth onto her neck, licking and sucking and kissing it sensually, sometimes biting roughly, sometimes licking ever so softly, causing her to want him to make her cum even more, building the anticipation. She kissed him on his mouth hard, letting her tongue dance around his sensually, seductively, biting his bottom lip softly as he plunged his hot tongue deep within her, making her squirm with excitement.
He continued to drive away at her like a madman after quickly untying her hands; soon she began to scratch his back hard, leaving bright red lines down his back as if he had been attacked by a wild animal.
"Do you like that, bitch?!" He demanded of her.
"I love it! Fuck me hard! Harder!" she screamed.
He drove into her even harder, harder than he thought possible. He was white hot with anticipation, fucking her insanely; she was fucking him back, wanting to cum, wanting to be a good little bitch and make him cum.
He felt the pressure building within him as he drove into her, and she felt the same pressure building within her, resonating out to every part of her body as she screamed in pleasure, wanting more, more. She caught her breath in her throat, and he caught his at the same time, creating a momentary silence that meant they were about to cum together.
They came together, her pulsing pussy pulling on his throbbing cock, his cum shooting deep within her, filling her. She let out a loud, satisfied moan as he let out a final deep breath of air which he had been holding in for the past minute or so. He collapsed on top of her, not wanting to pull out, and she held him close to her, arms around his back, her body shaking still, both of them panting.
After a few moments, he rolled off of her and on to the side, and sweetly brushed her hair off her face.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi you," she said back.
"How you feelin'?"
"Mmmm," she purred contentedly, closing her eyes, her mouth curling to form a little smile.
He kissed her softly on her lips, and, drawing her close with his arms, held her as they fell asleep, a bundle of naked bodies intertwined into one pulsing being.
"I'm your bitch," Jennifer replied matter-of-factly, letting the choppy sound of the word "bitch" linger on her tongue for just a moment, feeling a little sting as the straps of her bra snapped as they came off of her.
"You have been so bad. I think you must be severely punished," retorted Christopher, thinking hard on what he would do with her this time. "You're always bad. You never learn. You WILL learn. Now. WHOSE FUCKING WHORE ARE YOU?!" he asked once more, wanting a more substantial reply than she had given before, and literally tearing off her thong, surprising her.
"I'm yours...all yours," she replied eagerly.
"And what do you call me?" he asked, inching even closer to her quivering body.
"I'm all yours, master."
"Better. You're damn right you are! Now get on your knees!" He smacked her ass hard, forcing her down.
Jennifer sat back on her feet, put her hands behind her back as if handcuffed, and bowed her head. Her long brown hair fell from behind her smooth shoulders and hung, hiding her face and revealing the back of her neck. She was completely naked now, the perfect picture of submission, and she knew that that was exactly what he wanted.
He picked up a thick black leather collar with red stitching and a hook on both the front and back sides and fastened it snugly to her neck. He brushed back her hair and lifted her chin to look at her face. He saw a surprised kind of fear in her eyes, but looking deeper, he saw a burning desire to find out what he had in store for her this time. In his eyes, she saw a dangerous, electric kind of look that seemed to pulse throughout the rest of his body and right into hers through his fingertips.
He dropped her chin, and she placed her head back down where it was. He took her hands from behind her back to the front of her, and moving behind her, he fastened a pair of shiny silver handcuffs around her wrists tightly. She felt the sting of the cold metal on her skin and breathed in loudly, but said nothing and kept her head down.
He thought to say a few things to her about what was about to happen, but then decided against it, preferring to remain silent. He tied a black silk blindfold around her eyes, a custom of theirs that they almost, but not quite always, observed in punishment. Finally, he fastened a small black leash to the front hook of her collar, and, pulling on it roughly, made her stand and follow him.
She followed him into the bedroom, knowing it was the bedroom by its familiar scent and the feel of the cold hardwood floors beneath her feet. She knew he had changed the room in some way she could not see, added something different that she knew nothing about most likely. He was always adding new things.
He pulled a little harder on the leash; he didn't want any time to be wasted. Suddenly, he dropped the leash, and taking her handcuffed wrists in his hand, he lifted her arms up above her and examined her copper colored body for just a moment from the bottom up, from her feet up her toned legs to her perfectly shaven pussy, up her stomach and little waistline to her raised, full breasts, and then up to her sweet blindfolded face with soft lips and tousled brown hair. She was wild, an Amazon, or an untamed thoroughbred, mysterious, dangerous, enticing.
He carefully fastened her handcuffs to a clasp on the wall, the new appendage that she thought had to be somewhere in the room. Disappearing for a moment, he returned with a frightening leather whip fashioned with several thin and thick leather strips on a thick, round wooden handle. The temperature in the room was far from hot, to say the least. Jennifer could feel the difference between her body's own warm inner temperature, how cold her skin was, and the cool temperature of the room.
Christopher looked at her rounded ass sticking out at him, her back arched slightly, her head resting on the wall in front of her. He wanted to punish her so badly, he wanted her to know who owned her, he wanted to show his power over her. She may have been wild, but he was going to tame her.
"Now," he said quietly, dangerously, "ARE YOU MY SLUT?!" he yelled, swinging the contraption, whipping her ass hard.
"Yes, master."
"Louder, slut!" He whipped her harder.
"YES!"
"ARE YOU MY FUCKING LITTLE WHORE?!" he screamed, really getting into it, smacking her even harder with the whip.
"YES!" she screamed back, struggling to breathe, feeling the energy in the room pulse, not knowing what to expect next.
He brought back the whip again powerfully, and, saying nothing, grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled it back, and whipped her ass hard, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 times. She whimpered; she moaned. She knew she loved it. He paused, relaxing his hold on her hair a bit, listening to the resonating sound of her voice on the walls, feeling what she was feeling. Again he pulled back on her hair hard and whipped her ass again, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 times. And again, without pausing for more than just a moment, he whipped her, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 times. She screamed a little scream every time, loving the pain, loving how he pulled her hair, loving how he dominated her. She felt herself let go of any control, let him have all of it.
He dropped the whip and removed her handcuffs from the wall.
"Come here, bitch," he said, pulling her by the wrists over to a table that she didn't know about.
She followed willingly, not knowing what was coming next.
Christopher slammed her body down on the cold, counter-like table, fastened her handcuffs above her head, and tied her feet down on the other end of the table. Her legs were opened only the width of the table, about three feet, and she formed a small, acute X shape with her body. He sat down on the edge of the bed, lit a candle, and swirled the growing flame around a bit, letting some wax gather at the bottom. He did this with three different candles. A red one, a blue one, and a black one. Getting up and moving slowly towards her body, he brought the red candle with him first. Beginning at the bone just between her breasts, he dripped the hot wax down her chest. Taking the blue candle, he did the same, dripping the wax from where he left off down to her belly button. And finally, taking the black candle, he dripped wax further down, down to where her excited little cunt was waiting, but not reaching her clit. She called out quietly, "Ahh!" from surprise, and bit her lip. He dripped some more black wax on her breasts, dripping it right on to the middle of her nipple. "Mmm, baby," she said, sucking in more air, falling into the moment and seemingly forgetting her place.
"Hush, little one," he ordered, and tied a gag around her face, quieting her words. She was helpless to say or do anything. He continued dripping the three different colors of hot wax down her body, bringing the flame close to her body, making her squirm and pant. He would bring the flame close to her cunt, making her hotter, wetter, making her want him even more than she already did. The way he went about dominating every little bit of her but never once did anything to pleasure either himself or her, he teased her tremendously; her anticipation was growing. She knew what he would want sooner or later, and she wanted to give it to him. She was filled with a lust, a yearning only he would be able to satisfy.
He picked up a riding crop saying, "You seem to be taking your punishment well, whore."
He smacked it down not too hard on her breasts, just making them sting a little. He then traced it down the middle of her body and smacked the side of each of her two muscular, toned thighs, twice each, harder every time. The humming sound of the riding crop whirred through the air on every swing, breaking the silence of the room. He wanted those thighs wrapped around him, but no, not yet; she wasn't ready yet. He had left one candle to create a great deal of wax and picked it up gingerly, hovered over her, and in one quick motion dropped all of the wax right in between her breasts, letting it splash everywhere.She screamed again through the gag, arching her back, not able to say anything to him. Through her body language, he could see her surprised, pained, but pleasured reaction. He knew that what he was doing to her was driving her crazy. He knew that she wanted him inside of her, that she wanted to cum more than anything right then.
Christopher had drawn a very hot bath in the adjacent bathroom, filled with scented oils and rose petals. He left the room for several minutes to check on it, leaving Jennifer to wonder where he was and what he was doing, to become a little more anxious. He came back, removed her from the table, and undid the gag from her mouth but left the blindfold on. He carried her body easily, and she grasped his arms, feeling their strength, her arms free for the first time in a long time. He laid her in the hot, hot water. She let it cover over her, felt it soak into her skin, and relished in the feeling of his hands traveling ever so carefully over her body.
Tenderly, he washed out the red welts on her legs and chest and washed off the now dried wax. He kissed her lightly on the lips once and stroked her forehead. "So pretty," he whispered. He wanted her; he was done punishing her with whips and wax. He was done teasing her. Her naked, wet, smooth, curvy body and pouting pink lips were making him horny. Her skin was all soft from the oils, her hair a bundle of tusseled mess; it made her look tired but very fuckable. He gave her a couple more minutes in the bath, until the water became lukewarm, and then pulled her out again, and, not bothering with a towel, threw her wet body down on the bed.
He quickly bound her hands to two cords that were already waiting for her on the bedposts, keeping them together rather than spread apart. He ran his hands roughly up and down the sides of her body, down her thighs, lifting them and parting them, examining the wetness that had accumulated on her cunt. He plunged his tongue into her, swirling it around her clit a few times before plunging it deep into her pussy. He pulled it back out, tasting her juices all over his tongue, leaving them there, and licked her clit again, fast, hard, pushing, pushing, pushing.
Jennifer was breathing hard and ragged, unable to see what he was doing, nearly screaming in pleasure. He felt her begin to tense; he knew the pressure was building within her, and he immediately stopped. Pulling himself up to her lips, he kissed her hard, letting her taste her own sweet juices that were all over his lips and tongue. He pulled himself up farther and straddled her face, and pulling her hair back, asked her, while probing her mouth with his finger,
"You have an oral fixation, don't you, you little slut?"
She nodded at him, knowing the right answer, knowing what was next.
He shoved his cock deep into her throat, and she took it willingly, wanting to suck on it, wanting him to fuck her mouth. She eagerly pushed forward, not wasting any time, and began to lick up and down his shaft sweetly before rolling over the head of his cock with her tongue. She plunged the tip of her tongue into the hole at the tip of his head, drawing out the precum, creating a fantastic show for her lover, before plunging back down on him and swirling it all around her mouth. She ran her teeth ever so lightly up and down his shaft a few times, sucking on the head hard every so often, letting her tongue rub and flick at that sensitive spot on the back of his head.
"Mmm," he groaned softly, feeling the pressure build within him.
Jennifer could feel him tensing up, but she wanted him to fuck her, and she wanted him to fuck her hard; she knew that he wanted to fuck her hard. She pulled her mouth off of him suddenly, and he felt her hot breath followed by the cool air of the room envelope his swollen cock. He looked down at her, wild eyed, removed the blindfold, and she looked back now, sure of herself and of what they both wanted.
"Mmm, you are a little whore, aren't you?" Christopher asked her rhetorically, looking down at her. "Well then, you'll get what any whore should expect."
He plunged his cock deep inside her and thrusted into her. As he thrust hard into her, as hard as he could, he pulled back her hair again and plunged his mouth onto her neck, licking and sucking and kissing it sensually, sometimes biting roughly, sometimes licking ever so softly, causing her to want him to make her cum even more, building the anticipation. She kissed him on his mouth hard, letting her tongue dance around his sensually, seductively, biting his bottom lip softly as he plunged his hot tongue deep within her, making her squirm with excitement.
He continued to drive away at her like a madman after quickly untying her hands; soon she began to scratch his back hard, leaving bright red lines down his back as if he had been attacked by a wild animal.
"Do you like that, bitch?!" He demanded of her.
"I love it! Fuck me hard! Harder!" she screamed.
He drove into her even harder, harder than he thought possible. He was white hot with anticipation, fucking her insanely; she was fucking him back, wanting to cum, wanting to be a good little bitch and make him cum.
He felt the pressure building within him as he drove into her, and she felt the same pressure building within her, resonating out to every part of her body as she screamed in pleasure, wanting more, more. She caught her breath in her throat, and he caught his at the same time, creating a momentary silence that meant they were about to cum together.
They came together, her pulsing pussy pulling on his throbbing cock, his cum shooting deep within her, filling her. She let out a loud, satisfied moan as he let out a final deep breath of air which he had been holding in for the past minute or so. He collapsed on top of her, not wanting to pull out, and she held him close to her, arms around his back, her body shaking still, both of them panting.
After a few moments, he rolled off of her and on to the side, and sweetly brushed her hair off her face.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi you," she said back.
"How you feelin'?"
"Mmmm," she purred contentedly, closing her eyes, her mouth curling to form a little smile.
He kissed her softly on her lips, and, drawing her close with his arms, held her as they fell asleep, a bundle of naked bodies intertwined into one pulsing being.
