Defiance

I run my hand along your face, down your neck and naked chest. Your body writhes in protest and pleasure. You are seated in front of me, hands restrained around the back of the chair by a pair of steel Smith & Wesson cuffs. Only the strongest for my defiant slut. Your thighs are spread wide open, feet bound to a spreader bar threaded through the legs of the chair. I smile at the small wet stain already forming beneath you, even as you try not to squirm for me.

I can smell your arousal. You get so wet when I restrain you, so eager to be able to move, to reach up and touch me, and yet so free in your submission to my bindings, plans, and desires.

You look up at me, eyes wide and full of need. You wiggle your ass as much as possible, since you aren't able to speak with that gag in your mouth. Trying to show me with your expression and body language how bad you want me. But this I already know. And I plan to use it against you.

"No defiance from you this time, my slut."

How did you end up in this predicament? I look down at you, eyes locking with yours, and explore the moment that you sealed your own fate.

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I had all my toys laid out in the bedroom. Restraints, vibrators, impact, a full mixture of pleasure and pain. We'd not seen one another for a week, and my body was burning with anticipation. I had plans. Oh yes, plans of rubbing you down with oil, teasing you with my mouth and toys, and then binding your limbs while I fucked and filled you.

But you just had to be defiant. You just had to throw off all my plans. You just had to switch on me.

It started from the moment you walked in the door. There was something different about you. A swagger to your step. When I kissed you hello, your hand reached around to the back of my head to pull me deeper into the embrace. When I finally came up for air, you were grinning.

"Well hello," I said, "would you like to change out of your work clothes? Tea, to warm up?"

You just grinned at me some more, and pressed your lips against me again. The warmth of your breath mixing with mine was all too much: Before I could react, my cock was hardening in your hand through my pants, my precum leaving a large spot of wetness on the crotch of my jeans.

You knew I wouldn't be able to resist your hand on me. I rarely am. My hips thrust against your grip as you tightened, jerking my hard pulsing cock as you looked up at me. Even shorter by nearly eight inches, in that moment you felt like the most powerful woman I'd ever met.

"I told you that I have plans for you tonight," I said.

"I'm changing the plans."

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"I have plans for you tonight," I whisper in your ear as you struggle against your bindings. "And I've learned from my mistakes. Always restrain this switch before she has a chance to retaliate."

You mumble something intelligible against the ball gag. Drool forms around your lips. So cute. So mine.

I get on my knees. Not in submission. No, not like last time. I'm level with your wetness so that I can take in all of you. Your trembling thighs, your pulsing pussylips, and so that I can tease you with a single long lick running up and down your cunt.

You let out a feral moan into your gag. Perfect. My wanton slut, already losing control. My lips find your inner thighs, and I hear your breath catch again as my teeth sink in to one of them, hard. I bite down with my full force, hearing the spreader bar clank against the chair legs as you struggle. When I finally release, I can see the teeth marks already forming.

"That's my good slut," I tell you, returning to your eye level. "Marked as mine, and ready for more." You reply with a soft moan for me, and I stroke your hair, silently praising you for your response. Just like you did for me, not too long ago.

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"Changing the-" my words cut off when you grabbed my collar and pushed me against the nearest wall. I tried to resist but your lower center of gravity was surprisingly powerful, and with your hand still wrapped around my cock through my jeans, I was powerless against your lust.

Your hand moved from my cock to grip my wrist as your other went straight to my throat. I felt l my eyes widen in surprise, knowing you fully capable of such switching but never suspecting you'd be this quick, or this intense.

My cock pulsed and eyes dipped in submission. You did not relent.

"Pants down," you commanded, and I obeyed, my hardness bouncing up and down before you, wet and glistening with precum. You smiled as your hand released my wrist and your finger made a single pass over the tip of my cock, gathering a hefty helping of precum on your index finger while your other hand tightened your fingers around my throat.

You looked right into my eyes, and no words were necessary. I opened my mouth, eagerly accepting your cum-covered finger, tasting the gift of my own arousal. I moaned as your ran your hands through my hair, showing your approval.

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My lips meet yours through the ball gag. I can feel your desperation, your need, and your lust as you try to extend further, to feel more of me against more of you. Such depravity. Such wanton willingness so easily secreted from the deepest reaches of your primal places.

My fingers find your soaking cunt and begin to massage against your clit. Slowly at first, then faster and harder. You groan against my lips and the gag, pushing back against me as much as your hips can gyrate, frustrated by the restraints holding you in place.

"Do you remember the rules?"

"Yesh shir," you mumble through the gag.

"Number One: No cumming without permission." You nod.

"Number Two: No touching me. I don't want to see those hands reaching for me against those cuffs when I'm behind you. You are far too dangerous to allow your hands near my cock." I can almost see you smile against the gag. It's true, you are a very dangerous animal. One to be respected and tamed with only the most serious of methods.

"Number Three: You will thank me for your pleasure, and your pain. Speaking of which, I don't think I heard you follow this one just now." My hand gives your pussy a squeeze and a smack, and I'm rewarded with a satisfied yelp and a muffled "fank woo."

Your breasts are next: Several good smacks leave marks of red on each, and earn the proper response. "Good slut," I whisper in your ear as I wrap your own scarf around your neck, pulling from both sides until it's tight around your throat.

With my other hand, I reach for and turn on my ultimate weapon: The Hitachi.

"This is my pussy. My pussy to tease, my pussy to use, and mine to fill."

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I was surprised when you released my throat, the taste of my own cum still fresh on my tongue, and dropped down to your knees in anything but submission. I had no more time to think as the pleasure of your warm mouth wrapped around my cock sent waves of pleasure through my aching body. Your lipstick left red marks down my shaft as you gulped and gagged on my cock, making my knees go weak.

I tried to grab the back of your head and pull you deeper on my cock. That was a big fucking mistake, earning me a bite that made me yelp in pain and release my grip immediately. You might have been on your knees, but there was no question of who was in control.

All too quickly, my body betrayed me. My feet began their telltale tingling, muscles tensed, and I groaned in ecstasy with my approaching orgasm.

Only to have you stop, slowly ease your lips over my cock one final time, and stand up to kiss me, careful to avoid the slightest touch that would finally send me over the edge. Precum dripped to the floor and my eyes watered with need as you thoroughly and hopelessly denied me my orgasm.

"This is my cock," you said. "And I decide when it cums."

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"... and mine to fill." With that, I feel you shake as I press the Hitachi's lowest setting against your thigh, right over the reddening bitemark I left moments before. Even so far away from your most sensitive areas, I know the vibrations are echoing through your body just enough for you to feel them on your clit, to start that pleasure building. It's delicious to watch.

I move it closer, ever so closer, as my left hand keeps your scarf tight around your throat, watching your face turn red with pleasure and discomfort. I keep my ears open for your safeword, which we tested through the gag days before. Nothing. No words escape you, only a deep, long, guttural moan that lets me know your orgasm is far too close to allow this to continue.

I release the scarf, and slowly move the vibrator back to your thigh. "Whyyyyyyy," you whimper clearly through the gag.

"So defiant. Rule number one. Did you think I'd forget just because of how sexy you look when you orgasm? My dear, you are very, very mistaken."

I reach around and unfasten the gag. It's time to feel our lips together. I press myself against you, letting you feel my lust, my need, and my control flowing into you. I press the vibrator against you once more, turning up to high speed.

You shake.

"Please."

"Please what?"

You shake again, more urgently now. I add my fingers inside you, letting the vibrations pleasure your clit as I massage inside you. Your pussy tightens around me, approaching the point of no return, nearly pushing me out of you.

"Please, may I cum for you?"

"Hmmm."

My fingers work faster, pushing you into a frenzy as you desperately work your hips back against me.

"Please. Please. Please."

I'm in a generous mood. "Yes. You may. Cum for me, my good slut."

"NNNhhhhnngggggggg!"

And with that your wetness grips my fingers like a vice and you orgasm for me like the slut you are, gushing and soaking chair, fingers, and floor.

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"This is my cock, and I decide when It cums."

I felt myself want to fold into you in that moment, to exist for your pleasure. I replied the only way that felt right. "Yes, miss."

"That's my good boy. Now follow me with that throbbing cock of yours. I have plans for you, now." You grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom, undressing me fully. I stood there naked, you still in your work clothes, admiring my body, hungrily eye-fucking me.

I felt a push against me and fell backward on the bed, my cock standing at attention as you stripped. It took everything in me not to let my hand wander down to my hardness, knowing that taking such steps would easily result in another bite in unfavorable locations.

You crawled up the bed toward me, hands reaching out to spread my legs wide open. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable before you. Closing my eyes, I savored the sensation as I sensed you reaching away from the bed, toward the toys I'd arranged with your submission in mind.

I gasped as you set your plans in motion. Your lubed fingers explored me, sliding a single digit inside. My cock pulsed in the pleasure of your denial, wanting so badly to feel you touching me as you entered me. But you were far more of a tease than that. Once I was open and ready, you removed your finger and gave my cock a single long stroke.

"I want you to take this cock for me in your tight little ass while I fuck you." And with that, you pressed the dildo inside me. I pressed back against you, ass hungrily accepting your gift, and begging for more. Pleading for it with everything in me. "So fucking full," I whispered. "Please. More."

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"Please," you beg me. "More. I need more. I need you inside me."

"Such an eager slut. You just came and already you need more. Not even taking the time to savor your first orgasm." I place the Hitachi against your clit again. My fingers enter you again, three of them petting your g-spot in a "come hither" motion the way that I know you love.

"Oh God," you moan. "Oh God please."

"God's not here right now. It's only me. And I'm the one that decides if my greedy slut gets another orgasm now, or if she has to wait."

It doesn't take long at all. Moments later your pussy is dripping again, tightening around my fingers. Your chest is flushed as you breath deep and shake hard, nearing the crescendo of your pleasure.

And just as you are about to explode in pleasure, I stop.

"This is for last time. When you teased me so mercilessly," I whisper. "Did you think I wouldn't remember?"

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"That's my good boy," you told me. "Take that cock for me. Hard." Your hand found its way to my hardness, while you pumped me with that dildo, filling my ass as I thrust back against you. My orgasm welled up deep within me. Anal orgasms always bring deep, guttural moans and shaking, intense cumshots. You know this. You've made me cover my own body many a time by fucking me with your fingers. But this was even more intense. I felt so fucking full.

And just as I was about to orgasm, you stopped.

"You love this cock in your ass, don't you my good boy?"

'"Fuck. Please. You know I do."

'I do know. And that's why you have to wait."

You climbed on top of me, dildo still buried in my ass, legs still spread wide open, and lowered yourself on my cock. I wrapped my legs around you as you took me inside you, and this time we both gasped in pleasure.

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Your restraints are no longer needed. You are finally ready. Primed to be fucked just the way that you fucked me. I free you and pull you by the hair on to the bed, spreading your legs apart just the way you spread mine.

My cock slides inside you, and you shake. Our lips connect and I can taste the warm lust on your breath. Your body is already close, already begging for another orgasm as I thrust into you over and over.

Before I know it, I can feel wetness on my thighs, my stomach, and pelvis. You couldn't even contain your squirt for a single minute as my own cock pulses with pleasure. I grab your hands and grip them in mine. This is it.

"My turn," I tell you. "My turn to use your pussy for my pleasure, to mark you as mine, to show you that you are my slut."

You groan and orgasm against me, and I release my seed into you, spurting over and over into your warm cunt as your body accepts each and every drop deep inside you.

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I felt you thrusting against me, fucking my cock in this most submissive of positions, amazon style. My legs wrapped around you, dildo still buried in my ass.

"Fuck me," I begged you, over and over. "Please Miss. Fuck me harder. Take me. Use this cock."

"That's my good boy. Give me that cock. My cock. My cock to use, to fuck, to pleasure. All mine."

I couldn't take it. My body was aching for orgasm and the feeling of your warmth overwhelming. With one last cry of pleasure my orgasm overtook me, filling you with cum as you continued pumping me, milking every last drop inside you until you finally collapsed on top of me in firm embrace.

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We lie in bed, limbs intertwined. My seed seeps out of you as the smell of our sex fills the room.

"Not so defiant this time, were you?" I ask.

You shrug. "I gotta let you have your way once in a while."

I meet your eyes with mine, and your knowing smirk with my one of own. "That sounds like a challenge."

"Always."