Such a Good Girl

Such a good girl

- It's time to practice, Tom says, - Take off your pants.

It makes me tingle inside. Tom's gaze has that familiar dark intensity, he straightens his toned physique, looking down at me on that bed. I hesitate. I take off my top pants, glance at Tom, raise my eyebrows.

- Those too.

I'm naked from the waist down, Tom nods approvingly. He grabs my ankles, yanks me onto the bed, spreads one leg open, presses it down at the ankle against the mattress, grounding it there. He sweeps once down my shin, presses the ankle again. His palm is warm, Tom's skin is always warm. The same ritual for the other leg. Snugly open, pressing the ankle, stroking, pressing. Then he pulls back and watches.

- Hands.

I extend my wrists, Tom grabs them, fits them into a double loop shackle, carefully avoiding pinching my skin, then snaps the shackle shut. The key to the shackle is with Tom's house key, his work keys, and his useless maroon Toyota's key. I bet guys at work have no clue what this key is for, Tom grinned once.

- If you play nice, you'll get your toy. But not yet, Tom talks, walks back to the head of the bed, looking at me with his head tilted, eyes dark. - Here I can't get you like I'd want to, so your job is to keep yourself like that.

Master. No longer Tom, but Master.

With a quick motion he grabs the suede whip resting on the bed and slaps it on my groin. I flinch and a sound escapes my lips. With my hands tied, I'm clumsy, struggling against the reflex to pull my legs together.

- Count aloud.

A rush in the air and a hit, a bit sharper than the last. Two. Blood rushes to my labia. A whoosh and a slap, a whoosh and a slap. Three, four. I feel myself swell and open. My skin tingles. A quick fifth hit lands on my inner thigh, which hurts way more than being hit on my pussy.

- Five, I gasp.

The Master leans closer, nearly pressing his face against my intimate area, breathing hot, moist air, blowing slightly. I moan softly, raising my hips toward him, look at me, see how open I am, see how swollen, touch me with your tongue, touch.

- Oh my, little bitch, oh my, the Master stretches back and the sixth, seventh, eighth stroke lands.

I keep counting, grinding my back teeth together. It throbs so intensely I don't know how to be. The Master caresses my perineum, runs his fingers lightly over my wet pussy, the middle finger glides over my slick opening to the top of my clit, swirling there a few times. I have to pant through my mouth.

- Oh my, little one.

Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelfth hits only the mattress between my legs. I've twitched just in case and turned my knees slightly inward, but I don't count the hit.

- Legs apart.

Twelve.

It stings. It throbs. Touch me, touch me now.

The Master raises the whip and gains momentum, but halts the motion and lets the whip fall lightly over my groin. I gasp. The cool strands feel like heaven over my throbbing pussy.

- Good girl. You're such a good girl.

He takes off his pants, his impressive cock springs forth, it's the most magnificent cock I've ever seen. Thick in the middle, mushroom-shaped head, distinct and clear. He positions himself over my chest, offers himself to my mouth, and I start sucking. I want him inside me, I want him in every hole, I want him. His cock swells in my mouth, making it hard to breathe, he fills me up.

- Are you in a bit of trouble there cutie? he says, - Oh my, is it getting way too big in there? Way. Too. Big, he presses himself against the back of my throat and I try to use my tongue to protect myselft.

I'm not so great at taking such a massive cock down my throat; my gag reflex is super sensitive and I'm not comfortable with that feeling. But at the same time, I crave him to just shove it in me without a second thought, to use my body however he wants.

He pulls back from me, grabs my red magic wand from beside the bed, the powerful toy he got me as a birthday gift from the sex shop six months ago.

- Turn around.

Clumsily, I twist myself around, he grips my hips, yanks me to the edge of the bed, raising my ass up high. With my hands bound, my upper body is forced into the mattress, I'm completely exposed to him.

- Now you get your toy, he slips the wand into my hands, and I'm aiming it at my crotch. The aim is off, my wrists are tight against each other in a steel shackle. The wand starts to shake and I know what I'm about to get.

- Yeah, it's a bit tough with hands like that, what a pity, he chatters as he moves behind me.

He spreads my wetness everywhere with his fingers, and then he licks me, fits his tongue inside me, moves it to my rear, moistens my opening. I bury my face in the cushion to avoid howling too loud; we aren't alone in this house.

He expertly takes me right to the edge of orgasm and then pulls away. My open pussy pulses for him, and even though I can't see, I know he's watching me. As I glide away from my orgasm, he touches me again, spreading me with his fingers, pinching my clit between his lips and sucking, teasing it with the tip of his tongue so that sharp electric jolts race through my body.

- You surely want to explode already, he slides his fingers delicately over and over again across my slick and throbbing pussy.

- You want something in here, this screams for someone to fill it.

He releases his grip and pulls away from me. The seconds are long and intense. The first thrust goes straight to the bottom. It always feels the best, no matter what explosions I've had in various play before that. The first, long, unasked-for thrust.

When I'm overwhelmed by orgasms, heavenly fucked, he pulls away from me, releases my wrists, and I collapse onto the mattress. He comes next to me, his hot, soft skin against mine, we adjust ourselves to have maximum skin contact. He caresses me, caresses and kisses me, I feel his erection slowly throb away against my thigh.

- But what about you, you didn't come, I ask, even though I already know the answer.

- I get so much pleasure from you, it doesn't really matter, Tom says, pressing his nose behind my ear and sniffing, making me giggle.

- You are beautiful.