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Which is why I knew it was a part of the play when he made a mistake.
“Oh dear. This isn't right. I need to start over.” He dropped the rope and it fell from me. I wanted to
groan, I wanted to scream and throw myself against him, and beg him to take me, but I knew that this was
how he was testing me.
So I remained as still and silent as possible, as he started over. And started over again. And again.
But he was only able to tease me for so long. I knew he needed me too. I had to be patient, though.
Finally, he finished his task, and ran his hands over the rough fibers of the rope. They scratched my
skin, and made me completely aware of my master through their harshness. There was no way I could
forget Mr. Hendricks, with this rope on. I chanced a look down, and saw the intricate loops and knots of
the rope. It did look beautiful.
“Eventually, I would like to suspend you from this rope,” he commented, and I widened my eyes at
him yet again. Was I capable of something like that? I wasn't sure.
“Not now, though,” he continued, his grasp growing rough and that harsh glint back in his eyes. “Now,
I will have you.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, ever obedient. I needed him.
My wrists were currently bound by the rope, and I was sitting on the bed, so Mr. Hendricks grabbed
me bodily around the waist, and flipped me onto the bed, on my hands and knees, in the same position I
was in not half an hour ago as I chanted. My face pressed into the soft sheets of the bed, and I inhaled
deeply. It smelled like him, and his smell was overwhelmingly intoxicating to me. I whimpered and
groaned into the mattress. I tried to be patient, but it was so difficult.
I didn't have long to wait though, for I heard the rustling of fabric, and then my master was on me, his
cock pressing full and firm against my back. He leaned over my bound body, and hooked his fingers on
the rope that curled around my neck, pulling my head off the bed.
“What are you?” he rasped, his voice deep and commanding.
“I am an obedient slave. My master gives me pleasure,” I immediately replied. The chant was etched
into my brain, and I couldn't deny its truth.
He dragged that thick cock of his downward now. “Say it again,” he commanded.
“I am an obedient slave. My master gives me pleasure,” I groaned and lowered my head again as he
released his grip, sliding both of his hands down my back and into position at my hips. I pressed my
forehead against the cool sheets and breathed in again, his scent filling my nostrils and my world.
“Again.” His cock slipped between my ass, playing around the tight pucker of my asshole before
drifting lower. His body shivered when he dipped between my folds. I was slick, and drenched.
“I am an obedient slave. My master gives me pleasure.” As I spoke, he thrust his way inside me, and
I gasped with the sudden feeling of fullness. He was so big, even bigger than I remembered, and he
stretched me wide, right to my very limits.
I moaned and repeated the chant as my master slid slowly out of me now, letting me feel every
exquisite, agonizing inch of him. He didn't need to order me to chant. I simply did it.
He slammed his way back inside me now, and I nearly screamed with mingled pleasure and pain. He
was so big, he was huge. I repeated the chant, my forehead pressed against the sheets, my bound hands
clawing at the fabric.
My master was merciless, as he began to pound against me faster and faster. I sped up my chanting in
time with his thrusts, in tempo with him as he moved faster and faster against me, his hips slamming down
on my ass, pushing me forward on the bed as he filled me, over and over and over again.
“I am an obedient slave. My master gives me pleasure.” Faster and faster he went. He was groaning
loudly now, and his hands had crawled forward on my body, grabbing the rope that bound me and yanking
me back against his, so I could feel him even more deeply. I
“Oh dear. This isn't right. I need to start over.” He dropped the rope and it fell from me. I wanted to
groan, I wanted to scream and throw myself against him, and beg him to take me, but I knew that this was
how he was testing me.
So I remained as still and silent as possible, as he started over. And started over again. And again.
But he was only able to tease me for so long. I knew he needed me too. I had to be patient, though.
Finally, he finished his task, and ran his hands over the rough fibers of the rope. They scratched my
skin, and made me completely aware of my master through their harshness. There was no way I could
forget Mr. Hendricks, with this rope on. I chanced a look down, and saw the intricate loops and knots of
the rope. It did look beautiful.
“Eventually, I would like to suspend you from this rope,” he commented, and I widened my eyes at
him yet again. Was I capable of something like that? I wasn't sure.
“Not now, though,” he continued, his grasp growing rough and that harsh glint back in his eyes. “Now,
I will have you.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, ever obedient. I needed him.
My wrists were currently bound by the rope, and I was sitting on the bed, so Mr. Hendricks grabbed
me bodily around the waist, and flipped me onto the bed, on my hands and knees, in the same position I
was in not half an hour ago as I chanted. My face pressed into the soft sheets of the bed, and I inhaled
deeply. It smelled like him, and his smell was overwhelmingly intoxicating to me. I whimpered and
groaned into the mattress. I tried to be patient, but it was so difficult.
I didn't have long to wait though, for I heard the rustling of fabric, and then my master was on me, his
cock pressing full and firm against my back. He leaned over my bound body, and hooked his fingers on
the rope that curled around my neck, pulling my head off the bed.
“What are you?” he rasped, his voice deep and commanding.
“I am an obedient slave. My master gives me pleasure,” I immediately replied. The chant was etched
into my brain, and I couldn't deny its truth.
He dragged that thick cock of his downward now. “Say it again,” he commanded.
“I am an obedient slave. My master gives me pleasure,” I groaned and lowered my head again as he
released his grip, sliding both of his hands down my back and into position at my hips. I pressed my
forehead against the cool sheets and breathed in again, his scent filling my nostrils and my world.
“Again.” His cock slipped between my ass, playing around the tight pucker of my asshole before
drifting lower. His body shivered when he dipped between my folds. I was slick, and drenched.
“I am an obedient slave. My master gives me pleasure.” As I spoke, he thrust his way inside me, and
I gasped with the sudden feeling of fullness. He was so big, even bigger than I remembered, and he
stretched me wide, right to my very limits.
I moaned and repeated the chant as my master slid slowly out of me now, letting me feel every
exquisite, agonizing inch of him. He didn't need to order me to chant. I simply did it.
He slammed his way back inside me now, and I nearly screamed with mingled pleasure and pain. He
was so big, he was huge. I repeated the chant, my forehead pressed against the sheets, my bound hands
clawing at the fabric.
My master was merciless, as he began to pound against me faster and faster. I sped up my chanting in
time with his thrusts, in tempo with him as he moved faster and faster against me, his hips slamming down
on my ass, pushing me forward on the bed as he filled me, over and over and over again.
“I am an obedient slave. My master gives me pleasure.” Faster and faster he went. He was groaning
loudly now, and his hands had crawled forward on my body, grabbing the rope that bound me and yanking
me back against his, so I could feel him even more deeply. I
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