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He came around the structure to my front, and I could see his cock already hard within his pants.Oh God, fuck me, but hurt me first. This bondage is too delicious.
“Let’s see if we can fix this,” he said, indicating my free hands. As I stared at his crotch, he made me reach back on either side and hold the web of rope. A leather cuff was buckled around each wrist, and I was fully bound, legs spread, stilettos braced against the ground, and my pussy and ass exposed to the room behind me, framed by my black Gallery garter belt and stockings.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
I looked up at him, already going spacy. “It feels…like I’m stuck in a web, Sir.”
“Does anything hurt?”
Nothing hurt. Oh, no. Everything felt so good that I moaned. My hips twitched, but the way I was bound, I couldn’t grind against anything but the air behind me.
“Hmm.” He walked around me, smacked my ass a couple times. A moment later, he thrust two fingers into my pussy, shoving them in and out. I was so wet and juicy I could hear it, even over the other noise in the dungeon.
“Horny as usual,” he said, sounding amused. “You want some cock?”
I heard his zipper go down, then moaned in earnest as he pushed into my aching pussy, driving all the way in. The bonds held me, cradled me, offering my orifices to be impaled. His cock felt so good pressing inside me, right against my spot, but then he was gone, chuckling in his sadistic way.
“No fun for you yet, Shorty,” he said. “I want to work you over first. Wait here. Don’t go anywhere.”
He left to visit his locker of equipment, laughing at his own joke, because of course I wasn’t going anywhere. He stayed just visible in my peripheral vision. I saw him get out the clover clamps, the anal plug, and oh God, the lube in the peppermint-striped bottle. It wasn’t peppermint flavored. No, that would have been too pleasant. The “peppermint lube” was formulated to give your ass a hot, tingly sensation that was not at all pleasant. I clenched my butt just thinking about it, and screwed my eyes shut.
Well, he knew I liked to be played with until I lost it. He knew I needed pain and cruelty to get off, and he was great at giving that to me.
Yeah, I’d brought this on myself.
He returned with the clamps and plug, as well as a riding crop and the big, thick paddle that stung like hell. Okay, the torture would last at most ten minutes, since that was the longest he would leave those kinds of clamps on.
“What do you want first?” he asked. “Clamps or butt plug?”
I stared at the proffered items, all of them gleaming, evil silver, and did a little quick math. If he did the clamps first, he’d need time after that to put in the plug, which would decrease the time he could swing the painful crop and paddle at my ass. All I needed was pain, notextendedpain. I looked down at my nipples, already drawing taut, then back up at him.
“Clamps, please, Sir.”
I was enough of a maso that he didn’t pussyfoot around with them. A moment later, he’d cinched both nipples in the agonizing grippers, the weight of the clamps drawing them down through the peekaboo hole of my bra.Ow, ow, ow…
My groan of pain was summarily muffled by his cock in my mouth. A few quick thrusts, and he’d both choked me and made the clamps hurt worse by making them swing. I made a crying noise against the flesh filling my mouth.
He pulled out a moment later, his thick cock jutting from his fly as he walked around behind me. I heard the cap of the peppermint bottle and clenched again, but he pried my ass cheeks apart and squeezed the lube into my hole, pushing it deep with his fingers.
“What do you say for the generous amount of lube?” he asked, slapping my ass.
“Th-thank you, Sir.”
“That’s right. I could have made you go without.”
We both knew it was a toss-up…being plugged without lube, or being plugged withthisparticular lube, which felt a little like having hot sauce up your asshole. My legs started to twitch, my hips bucking as the heat infused my sensitive passage. I felt the cold plug pushing through the hot lube, forcing my sphincter open as I tottered on my heels.
“Keep still,” he scolded, and I tried, I really tried. The plug parted me, making me squeeze and ache, but it was all out of my control. I made fists, squeezing the rope near my hands, trying to be still so my nipples wouldn’t hurt even more from the clamps.
“Oww,” I cried. “Ow, it stings.”
Then his cock was back in my pussy, and the plug was being pushed deeper at the same time, and my legs were trembling so hard I thought I might fall. The lube, irritating as it was, helped the plug slide all the way home. A couple more rough thrusts had me wailing as the clamps swung from my nipples.
“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts,” I whispered to myself, but I knew it was only the beginning. I heard Devin greet someone, heard some laughter. Milo. He always showed up when I was at my most vulnerable.
“Nice ass,” he said. “Plugged as it should be. But she could use some marks.”
“You do it,” said Devin. “I want her to suck my cock.”
