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Oral rewards, part 3
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Oral rewards, part 3 'What will it be?' you think to yourself. 'What's he gonna do to me?' Your legs come into contact with the bed, and I lower you onto your back gently. Your ass tingles from my earlier punishment and reddening. But the sheets are cool beneath your hot burning ass and you like the sensation of the cuffs and the blind fold, lying on your back, your eyes open but seeing nothing. You are only partially aware of what's going on around you. You feel controlled but still in touch with reality. And you think of how you are on the bed, and how I'd just spoken of rewarding you. You continue in the forward manner you've used all night. 'Master,' you whisper softly, 'what are y-' You cut off as I place my hand over your mouth, the other hand still gripping your two small hands in the cuffs. 'Shhhhhhh,' I say softly, 'relax.' I leave my calloused hand over your mouth for a moment while I observe your body, naked but for a thong and your heels. The blindfold obscures your face. Your tits and stomach rise and fall in time with your breathing, not rapid now but not slow either. I can see the traces of red on your ass, from your punishment, where it is spread out against the sheet. Your panties are moist now, not dripping wet but not far from it; I remove them. I begin to position your yielding soft body on the bed how I want it: hands cuffed, raised above your head, I run a rope from the center of the cuffs to the bed post in the center of the bed and secure it tightly. With your legs still free, I take earplugs from my pocket as I remove my shoes, pants, and underwear and throw them all carelessly aside; earlier when your eyes were on me I had calmly removed my shirt and placed it on the back of a chair. But the act of restraining you to the bed has me anxious to begin in earnest. Now stark naked, I tread softly until I'm next to your head. For all my stealthy approach, however, you hear me as I bend over you, and you sigh. A long sigh, an exhalation that is near silent, but screams out your intent. 'Kiss me and take me, Sir,' that sigh yells at me; I have other plans. My hands at your face makes you look in my direction as I whisper 'Release yourself to me,' and insert the ear plugs. At once, the pleasant calm feeling from a moment earlier is gone, and with it comes disorientation. While blindfolded, the inability to hear makes the detachment you feel slightly intimidating, but only slightly; you feel somewhat helpless, but it's more a pleasant detachment than a sense of impotence. With the insertion of the earplugs, however, and your hands and feet being bound, and the blindfold, your fear and uncertainty return. Your cheeks, what's visible beneath the blindfold, flush bright red. I wish the blindfold was off so that I could look at your fearful eyes, could see what I've done to you, see how feral you've become. Instead I revel in the fact that I don't have to move nearly as silently as before, and can take you by surprise much easier. Moving more quickly now, I spread your legs wide, attaching a rope to either one and tying it very firmly to the bottom posts of the bed. I step back and observe you. Your nakedness, your helplessness, your fear, your willingness to be used by me. All these things revolve around my brain as I watch you. Your breathing is erratic, coming out either very shallow and rapid or very deep and slow. You're trying to fight back the urge to be fearful. You know that I wouldn't just leave you there, but the thought enters your mind. And with the ear plugs in you wouldn't know when someone was close enough to hear you, so you'd have to scream constantly for help. And your voice would become ragged before anyone came close enough to hear. Your heart races now, and fills your ears. The only sounds you can hear is your echoing thundering heartbeat and your ragged breathing, greatly muffled by the earplugs. You blink rapidly in the darkness, and try to clear your head. How long has it been that you've been tied up like this? Is it a minute? Ten? Thirty? All thoughts leave your mind except for one. 'What now?' I watch this struggle from a few feet away. After 3 minutes or so, I step up to you quietly. After what seems an eternity, you feel my hand connect sharply with your your inner thighs, first your right, then your left. Four strikes on each leg, before doing the same to each of your outer thighs. You had regained some of your composure but with my spankings, your heart takes off as wildly as it has done all night. The roar returns to your ears, and you feel the impact of each slap distinctly. Detached fearful stillness has been instantly replaced with bright, jarring, focused pain, and your fight or flight adrenaline rush from the jump scare makes you irrational. You yelp and try to squirm, but your legs are held tight and you can't escape my attentions. You feel my hand close tightly on your throat, and my breath in your ear. 'My slave. Will still herself. This. Instant!' The voice fills your head. You cease movement and accept my punishment, as instructed. My hand still at your throat, I squeeze, cutting off air circulation. You remain still as I begin to spank your tits, harder than you like. You take my punishment meekly, not wanting to make the situation worse. The lack of air flow begins to get to you, and stars swim before your blindfolded eyes. You know that I am already displeased with your attempts to thwart my spanking so you do not struggle. Still squeezing your throat, I continue to punish your tits for a moment longer before releasing you. Sweet air fills your lungs and gasping, with a broken sob, you draw a deep deep breath. The terror from the jump scare is still making your heartbeat prominent in your plugged ears, drowning out all other noises. You still feel very detached, but you instantly are drawn back to reality when you feel, with no preamble, my tongue begin to lick your clit. 'Mmmmmmm yes,' you whisper, still drawing air deeply from the choking. Instantly, all thoughts of fear and trepidation are wiped away, as you feel the flick flick flick of my tongue on your lips. 'He'll take care of me,' you think as my fingers begin to slide in and out of your dripping hole, tongue going double time to the finger fucking. I aim up, at that G spot, and you moan and writhe against me, spraying my hand and face. 'Thank you, Sir, thank you! I'm so sorry I resisted you. I won't do it again, I swear! I'll be whatever you want me to be for you. Anything.' Your own voice is barely audible through the earplugs. You continue nonetheless, knowing it pleases me to hear you praise me. 'I'm yours, Sir, to use me. Own me own me! Please, Sir, keep fucking me with your face and fingers, please! I'll be your good girl. Yours. Oh fuck. OH FUCK SIR!' You are very wet now, grinding yourself against my face, which is covered in your juices at this point. I feel you begin to quiver around my thrusting fingers just as you say 'Master, may I cum? Please?' 'No.' 'Please please please please,' you continue mentally. You feel me stop then just as you're about to cum. You feel it building in you and you begin to panic. I watch your struggle for a half second, letting it build further, and squeeze your nipple hard with my left hand and slap your inner thigh with my right, repeatedly, harder than before. I twist your nipple. I see you focus on the pain, and force the surging orgasm back. I release your nipple and step back, watching your breathing, watching your supple body writhe in the bed, unsatisfied, still dripping wet. I relish in the control I have over you, over your body, your orgasms, your pleasure. I remove the blindfold and earplugs, and the cuffs. I untie the ropes on your legs and you are free. I let you lie there and recover feeling in your legs; you massage your wrists where the cuffs were. 'Thank you,' you mumble, still disoriented. You feel my hand grip your hair and lift you to a seated position, and then I pull you off the bed, your hair in my fist. I hold my arm low, forcing you to crawl again. About halfway across the room, I stop. My cock is hard at this point and I am anxious to begin receiving pleasure. I lift you from a crawl to a kneel, hand still firmly gripping your hair, and you know what you're supposed to do. 'Yes, please,' you murmur, staring longingly at my upward pointing cock. 'I will use your mouth now,' I say, and your dripping snatch clenches as you take my cock in your mouth. I don't allow you to warm yourself up, so eager am I to have your wet mouth around me. I shove myself all the way in and hold it. The head of my dick enters your throat, it opens itself to me. The tightness around my head, the squeezing sphincter that is your throat, make my cock swell even more. I feel the spit begin to fill your mouth, warm saliva surrounding my cock. You look at me, our eyes meet and neither moves or blinks. You hold me inside you for at least 15 seconds, hair still held firmly in my hand. The spit runs out of your mouth and onto your bare chest. I smile then and you look down. 'So sloppy already, very good. Lick them,' I command. I feel your tongue slide out and massage the lower part of my balls as you do my bidding. You begin to choke but I hold myself inside you. 20 seconds, 25. You start to lose air but you keep licking my balls with my entire cock down your throat. You cough harshly as I shove myself even further into you for a moment and then pull all the way out, and you release the viscous spit all over my cock and down your kneeling body. You feel it cool immediately as it touches your skin, making you feel dirty. You gasp wildly for air, your mouth wide open, coughing, retching; you keep your eyes on me the whole time. I give you a few seconds to recover. I readjust my grip on your hair then, grabbing it with both hands. Obediently, knowing what is expected of you, you open your mouth wide, sticking out your tongue. 'VERY good,' I say as I slide myself inside your warm hole. I start slowly now, at first just giving you half my length, but as your throat relaxes, I begin to go further in. Soon I'm opening your throat with every thrust, and you gag sporadically and spasmodically. Your drool runs out of your mouth onto your chin, where my balls connect and reconnect. A thick sloppy chain of saliva links my tight balls and your wet face. Having no time to recover, you begin to seep out of your nose as well. Your beautiful face is quickly destroyed by my incessant and aggressive use your mouth. The feeling of your throat closing tightly around the head of my cock at the end of each thrust staggers me but I continue on unabated, determined to take what I need from your throat. 'Such a good cock taking little fucktoy. Don't resist me, now.' 'No, sir,' you try to speak with my cock in your mouth but your voice comes out garbled. The vibrations make my thrusting more fierce. 'Tell me how much you love my cock in your mouth.' 'Yes, please, fuck it more. Own my mouth,' again garbled. The effort to speak forces you to gag stronger than before and I finally cease my thrusting, giving you a short rest. My hands in your hair relax slightly, and you sag back on your heels. 'Holy shit,' you think, 'he's being so rough. And I'm doing it, I'm taking it! FUCK yes.' Your confidence soaring, you lift your head to look at me, a smile in your eyes; you raise yourself back onto your knees and open yourself wide for me again after only a very brief respite. I feel my cock jump as I glide into your warm mouth, again starting slowly before building back to a steady fast rhythm, using your mouth like a pussy. You're more determined now, sliding your tongue out at times to lick my balls as they swing forward to slap you, not gently, on your chin. At times opening wide to take me, at times sucking tightly as I thrust. The dark mascara and eyeliner run crazily down your face, and your eyelashes are clumped together. Your crying eyes look at my face. You know I like to see your tears. I see the effort you put forth, the determination to accept what I give you. 'Holy shit, she's amazing,' I think. Thinking of your willingness to please, willingness to be used at my whim, for my desire, makes me crazy. Before long I feel myself start to build, and you feel my pulsing intensify. You respond in kind, tightening your mouth around me, feel yourself clench up everywhere. Your pussy throbs with the pleasure you get from the pleasure you give, and you moan loudly around my cock. I pull my pulsing throbbing cock from your mouth, then, and grab it by the base. 'Beg me for this cum, you dirty slut. Show me how bad you want this fucking load.' 'Please, PLEASE, oh god please give me your load, Sir. I need it so bad, so fucking bad.' I continue to work my slimy spit covered cock in my hand, and grab your hair in my other. Keeping your face perfectly still, I focus my jerking off to the head, squeezing my cock tightly. Trying to make myself cum as hard as I can for you, I squeeze it even tighter, extending the moment of my orgasm further. 'Open!' I yell, louder and more aggressively than I had intended. You comply and smile as you stick your tongue out, your eyes crinkling up adorably. The sound begins softly, a whisper on the tip of my lips. 'F-,' so quiet, almost inaudible. But you're listening hard. Every bit of your formidable brain, all of your senses, all of you is focused on me. On my voice, and my jerking hand, and my cock, my cock that has dripped a sizable load of pre cum already. 'uuuuUUUUUCCCCC-,' you don't dare blink as you see my cock head jerk, and the first spurt of my cum hits your cheek like a shower head. You laugh loudly and keep your mouth open. I aim my next spurt up, keeping my vice-like grip on my dick. The next spurt is far bigger than the first, and I spray it in an arc across your eyes and forehead. You feel the heat of my cum, how sticky and gooey as feels as it coats and clumps your eyelashes far worse than they were before. You blink rapidly, unable to control yourself. You scream out in surprise and delight at the violence of my explosion. 'CKKKKKKKKKKKKKK-,' I let go of the shaft then and grab the base, and push my head into your mouth. Just the tip, and the next spurt hits your tongue. The salty, sour taste fills your mouth, and the cum pools on your tongue for an instant. You relish it, the taste is exquisite,<b> divine. </font></b>You close your eyes, then; you can't help yourself. You enter a state of pure bliss the moment the cum strikes your tongue and you savor this achievement. Your moment of reverie lasts approximately one third of a second. 'KKKKKKKKKKK-,' I thrust deeply and hold your head tight against my stomach, spasming my load into your throat. You feel each of my spurts, two more giant ones, another, one more small one, then a thin stream of after cum. 'KKKKKkkkkkkk YES fuck fuck fuck FUCK YES, little girl, FUCK yes! Whoo-hoo!' I yell it out, top of my lungs, head thrown back as I fill your throat with the rest of my load. I pull out and look down at you, and find your gorgeous destroyed face grinning so proudly around my still slightly pulsing cock; smiling ravishingly, stunningly. A look of such pure pride and joy that burns itself irrevocably into my memory: I'll never forget that look, that smile. I pull out and your smile stays put. You smoothly flick your tongue out and lick the tip, still very sensitive from cumming. It jumps; my heart quickens. I release my grip on your hair and you lean back, panting, your heart pounding in your chest, elation and hot flashes of arousal and pride surge through your body. You tingle from head to toe. The feeling is again one of bliss. Then you hear my voice, shaky, close to your ear. 'You gave me the best head I've ever gotten, and earned a massive load. Best you've ever done, slave. I couldn't be more pleased, I'm a very lucky man.' Your heart swells further at my words, you know you've done well. Your pussy clenches, screaming, crying out to you. You bite your lip and smile up at me. 'I know,' I say, 'Let's play a game!' |
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