“Good. I didn’t get much writing done, but I made the effort and that counts for something, right?”
“It does.” He nodded, taking back the glass. “You can write about your experiences here. With me.”
That I could. After all, I’d never pushed my boundaries so far, never been inside a world so completely dominated by pleasure. Who wouldn’t want to read about that?
With a chuckle, he said, “You can hardly keep yourself from rocking, can you?”
My cheeks heated. He was right. Sitting here, ass invaded, nipples on fire, clitoris pulsing, I found it difficult to focus on small talk. “It’s hard not to.”
Tossing back the last of his drink, he crushed an ice cube between his teeth. “Come on. Time to restrain you properly.”
A jolt of excitement shot through me as I eased to my feet. What did he have planned for me tonight?
The short walk to the playroom racked my body, the plug bobbing in and out of my ass, stroking at my clit. I struggled to contain my reaction, knowing Black preferred me quiet, unaffected.
“Get on the table.” He motioned to a padded island in the center of the room.
Grateful for the stool beside the table, I eased onto the high, flat surface. Again, the butt plug delved into my asshole. I sighed, shivering.
“Are you cold?” he asked, carrying a bar about three-feet long that was adorned with two sets of cuffs.
“Quite the contrary.”
“Good.” He eased me back and grasped one of my ankles.
Attaching the bar between my legs, he spread me open wide. Then he lifted my legs and attached my hands to the bar as well. A chain from the ceiling clipped to the center of the spreader, helping me maintain this unnatural position.
Splayed open, I felt the plug slide out a little, the pressure against my labia and clit lessening, but I knew Black had other treats in store for me and I waited patiently.
Slowly walking around me, he stroked my face, my breasts, my thighs and ass.
“Time to help you understand more about yourself,” he murmured.
“What do you mean?”
“For you to let go of your inhibitions, you need to understand why you’re here.”
This statement confused me. I thought we’d covered all that in the initial interview.
“I’m here to explore,” I said.
“Explore what?”
“Kinky sex.”
“No.” He slapped my thigh, the sting heating the flesh around it. “There are lots of types of kinky sex. You like something specific.”
He smacked me again, tugging at the nipple clamps. I cried out in agony, my pussy immediately throbbing with need. And then I knew what he meant.
“Pain,” I replied. “I like when you hurt me. I want to explore that.”
“But why explore pleasure from pain?” he asked, running a hand over my mound and wet lips. He twisted the base of the butt plug, exposing my slit and clitoris. I strained to watch what else he was doing. A small shaft of silver flashed in the light, touched my clit, vibrations shook the pearl at the center. I panted, the sensation too intense. My asshole clamped around the plug. Bursts of ecstasy shook me.
A cry forced its way out of my throat, sweat beading my brow. My cunt felt ready to explode, but I knew I couldn’t come. What punishment would he dole out then?
I forced myself to answer, “I don’t know. I just like it.”
“You do know.”
“I don’t.” I bit my lip, my whole body trembling.
“Hmm.” He switched off the vibrator and spun on his heel. His retreat gave me a minute to catch my breath though I couldn’t calm the raging need drawing my mound and abdomen tight. My pussy throbbed, so swollen I could hardly stand it. The scent of my juices mingled with his cum hung thick in the air.
When he returned, I could see out of the corner of my eye he held a dildo that looked as if it were made of crystal. About a foot long and very thick. I couldn’t wait for him to use it on me, but once he touched the tip of it to my skin, I gasped. It was cold, freezing cold.
“Is
“It does.” He nodded, taking back the glass. “You can write about your experiences here. With me.”
That I could. After all, I’d never pushed my boundaries so far, never been inside a world so completely dominated by pleasure. Who wouldn’t want to read about that?
With a chuckle, he said, “You can hardly keep yourself from rocking, can you?”
My cheeks heated. He was right. Sitting here, ass invaded, nipples on fire, clitoris pulsing, I found it difficult to focus on small talk. “It’s hard not to.”
Tossing back the last of his drink, he crushed an ice cube between his teeth. “Come on. Time to restrain you properly.”
A jolt of excitement shot through me as I eased to my feet. What did he have planned for me tonight?
The short walk to the playroom racked my body, the plug bobbing in and out of my ass, stroking at my clit. I struggled to contain my reaction, knowing Black preferred me quiet, unaffected.
“Get on the table.” He motioned to a padded island in the center of the room.
Grateful for the stool beside the table, I eased onto the high, flat surface. Again, the butt plug delved into my asshole. I sighed, shivering.
“Are you cold?” he asked, carrying a bar about three-feet long that was adorned with two sets of cuffs.
“Quite the contrary.”
“Good.” He eased me back and grasped one of my ankles.
Attaching the bar between my legs, he spread me open wide. Then he lifted my legs and attached my hands to the bar as well. A chain from the ceiling clipped to the center of the spreader, helping me maintain this unnatural position.
Splayed open, I felt the plug slide out a little, the pressure against my labia and clit lessening, but I knew Black had other treats in store for me and I waited patiently.
Slowly walking around me, he stroked my face, my breasts, my thighs and ass.
“Time to help you understand more about yourself,” he murmured.
“What do you mean?”
“For you to let go of your inhibitions, you need to understand why you’re here.”
This statement confused me. I thought we’d covered all that in the initial interview.
“I’m here to explore,” I said.
“Explore what?”
“Kinky sex.”
“No.” He slapped my thigh, the sting heating the flesh around it. “There are lots of types of kinky sex. You like something specific.”
He smacked me again, tugging at the nipple clamps. I cried out in agony, my pussy immediately throbbing with need. And then I knew what he meant.
“Pain,” I replied. “I like when you hurt me. I want to explore that.”
“But why explore pleasure from pain?” he asked, running a hand over my mound and wet lips. He twisted the base of the butt plug, exposing my slit and clitoris. I strained to watch what else he was doing. A small shaft of silver flashed in the light, touched my clit, vibrations shook the pearl at the center. I panted, the sensation too intense. My asshole clamped around the plug. Bursts of ecstasy shook me.
A cry forced its way out of my throat, sweat beading my brow. My cunt felt ready to explode, but I knew I couldn’t come. What punishment would he dole out then?
I forced myself to answer, “I don’t know. I just like it.”
“You do know.”
“I don’t.” I bit my lip, my whole body trembling.
“Hmm.” He switched off the vibrator and spun on his heel. His retreat gave me a minute to catch my breath though I couldn’t calm the raging need drawing my mound and abdomen tight. My pussy throbbed, so swollen I could hardly stand it. The scent of my juices mingled with his cum hung thick in the air.
When he returned, I could see out of the corner of my eye he held a dildo that looked as if it were made of crystal. About a foot long and very thick. I couldn’t wait for him to use it on me, but once he touched the tip of it to my skin, I gasped. It was cold, freezing cold.
“Is
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