Hard Lessons (part 2 of 3)

I hadn’t realized Master had stopped the whipping until his cool hand touch my ass. I moaned and wiggled into his hand. I felt him spread my ass cheeks, felt the cold wetness of lube and then the pressure of something cool being pushed into me. It hurt a little and then I felt myself relax into the sensation.

“Kneel by the bedpost slave.” He said.

I dropped to the floor by the foot of the bed.

“Put a foot on either side of the leg of the bed slave, and raise your arms above your head to grab the post.”

I did as I was told, my ass was on fire and each little movement caused the plug in my ass to move sending little ripples of pleasure through my body. Master tied my ankles together and then to the bedpost so that I couldn’t move. He then went to work securing my wrists to the post above my head. The mattress prevented me from sliding my hands down very far.

He reached out and pinched my nipples, making them swell, I groaned and pressed forward into his hand. It had been a few weeks since he had touched me this way and I didn’t realize how much I had missed it. He walked over to the night stand and took a few more things out of the drawer throwing a few things on the bed. I shivered in anticipation.

He walked back to where I was bound, knelt in front of me and looked at me. I couldn’t understand his expression, he almost looked sad. He seemed to be searching for something in my face; I’m not sure if he found it but he leaned in and kissed me. It was a deep passionate kiss that left me tingling all over. I leaned my head back against the bedpost, my eyes still closed. I felt his hand graze my breast and groaned, and then I felt the tight pinch of a clamp closing on my nipple. I gasped and my eyes shot open as a second clamp closed over my other nipple the little chain connecting them swinging softly across my belly tickling me.

“Spread your knees slave.” He said to me and reached out to slide his fingers through my wetness. He slid two fingers inside me making me wiggle and groan unfortunately they didn’t remain there long. He pulled them out as I whimpered and a shoved them in my mouth. I sucked on them greedily and when he removed them I whimpered and pouted. He ran his thumb across my lips and reached up onto the bed to retrieve one of the objects he had placed there.

It was a large blue dildo, one I hadn’t seen before. “Sit up a bit so I can fit this in place” he said. .My eyes widened, and I gasped as he slid the tip into my pussy. “Now lower down on it so that it is fully inside you.” He said

I slowly lowered myself down moaning as I felt it slide into place, pushing against the plug in my ass making me feel completely full. I writhed and wiggled creating new even more intense sensations to ripple through my body.

Master stood up and looked down on me bound to the bedpost my pussy and ass filled “Take care slave, you don’t have permission to come and I have more planned for you.” He said.

I looked up at him, my eyes glazed. “Yes Master.” I said, trying to remain still.

He unzipped his pants, pushing them down so that I could gaze hungrily at his hard cock. “Do you want this?” he asked?

“Yes.” I whispered.

He sighed, “Yes what slave?”

“Yes Master I want to taste you.”

He grabbed a handful of my hair and shoved his cock into my mouth. It was violent and unexpected and I gagged and fought my restraints. Finally I relaxed into it and caught the rhythm of his body as he slid his cock in and out from between my lips. I ran my tongue up and down his length occasionally circling the tip. Every so often he would thrust a bit too deep making me gag. The motion he created in my body as he thrust in and out of my mouth made me rock back and forth on the dildo stuffed in my pussy which in turn pushed on the plug in my ass, I felt completely used. Every hole was filled, and I could feel my arousal building. I moaned and whimpered. Master reached out and pulled on the little chain attached to the clamps on my nipples. The sharp pain brought me back to what I was doing instead of giving myself over to the sensations. I needed to focus on the task otherwise I knew I would come.

Just as abruptly as it had begun Master pulled out of my mouth and I watched as he brought himself to orgasm, covering my face and chest with his come, once again marking me. He walked away and I heard him in the bathroom cleaning up. He came back out and grabbed a full length mirror that was leaning against the wall and brought it over to where I was. He propped it up in front of me so I could see myself bound to the bed, his come covering me and dripping down my body; the blue of the base of the dildo in my pussy just visible between my legs. He reached up on the bed for what I thought was a towel to clean me off.

“Open” He said to me.

I looked at him quizzically but complied. He slid a ring gag in my mouth, secured it behind my head, loosened the clamps on my nipples and stepped back.

“Look in the mirror slave, this is who you are. You are a slave, my property. I own you. You seem to have forgotten that. I’m going to leave you here for a while, your pussy and ass filled, your mouth held open by that ring, and your body covered with my come. I think you need a reminder of your place and who you answer to. I know you are very aroused but you are not allowed to come. Nod your head if you understand.”

I nodded my head in understanding and disbelief. I was angry. I felt defiant. How dare he do this to me, work me up like this and leave. It wasn’t fair.

“The look in your eyes tells me I am right in doing this. You seem to think you have choices, that you are a free woman. You aren’t, you gave up that right when you accepted my collar. This is for your own good. I’ll be back in a little while to check on you.” He said and walked out shutting the door.

Freedom

Excerpt from another story.....

I’d never come so many times so close together. I was amazed at how little I knew about my own body. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I sank into the sensation, giving in to the pleasure.

“Open your eyes.” He said, “I want you looking at me when you come. I want you to know who is allowing you to feel this way.”

I slowly opened my eyes, and looked at him my eyes glazed with pleasure, I could barely think, barely breathe all I could do was feel. It was a struggle to keep them open; the sensations racing through my body were too much.

“That’s right keep looking at me. I can tell you want to come again. Are you ready?”

“Yes.” I breathed. “Yes I’m ready, please Sir, I want to come, let me come, please, please.” I begged over and over, the pressure building to its climax.

“Alright, you can come on the count of 3. One….” My body started to shake, “Two…” It was all I could do to keep my eyes locked with his, my body was arching up off the bed, my arms and legs pulling tightly at the ropes, “Three…” My body shattered, light exploded in my head as pleasure ripped through my body. It had never been this intense before. I couldn’t breath, my body shook, and the feelings were overwhelming. I felt tears welling in the corners of my eyes. I didn’t understand why, but the emotions and sensations swirling in my body were too much.

He stared down at me, watching me. “Now it’s my turn.” he said as he thrust into me hard. I felt his cock swell and twitch as he came deep within me. Causing my body to arch, shiver and come once again.

When his body slowed, he shifted his weight to one side, keeping himself inside me and reached out and loosened the rope holding my right arm, he repeated this on the other side. I put my hands over my face, ashamed, embarrassed. He gently moved my hands away and reached out to smooth my hair back from my face, wiping the tears that ran down my cheeks. “Its all right,” he said, “you are free now, that’s what you are feeling. You finally know what it is to be free; to just feel, and not worry about whom you are, what you are doing or what you need to do tomorrow.”

With his words my tears came faster. He slowly pulled out and started moving off of me, but I grabbed for his arms. I didn’t understand these feelings I had inside me. I was scared and I felt even more vulnerable now than I did when I was tied to the bed and he was watching me. I didn’t want him to leave. “I’m just untying your legs.” He said as he moved away from me and unbound my legs. My arms and legs ached. I could tell I would be sore tomorrow. I wondered if I would have bruises on my wrists and ankles and how I would explain them. As soon as I was free I turned on my side and curled in a ball, sobs making my body shake.

He crawled back up and wrapped his arms around me. “Letting go is one of the hardest things anyone can do.” He whispered to me, and then he bent and kissed the back of my head. We lay there like that for a while, my sobs finally slowed and I felt myself relax into the warmth of his body wrapped protectively around me. “You’re mine now, you don’t have to worry about anything.” He said. He moved his hand to my breast and cupped it possessively. I felt a jolt of pleasure at his words, but I was so tired and as I drifted to sleep, his hand on my breast, his body around mine, I thought “freedom” how funny to find it with a collar around my neck, tied to a bed.