My Dom and I had been playing with each other for hours, our bodies entwined and our minds lost in a haze of pleasure. He had me bound and gagged, my senses heightened by the blindfold that covered my eyes.
The anticipation of what was to come had my body trembling with desire, my pussy aching and wet with need. I could feel his presence looming large in the room.
Finally, he spoke, his voice velvet, tickling in my ear. "Get on the floor, little bitch."
I obeyed, sinking to my knees with a shiver of excitement. He ordered me to turn away from him, my heart pounding in my chest as I complied.
He removed the gag and blindfold, pulling my hair back to meet his gaze. His eyes filled with desire as he looked at me. I could feel the heat of his gaze on my body, and I trembled with need.
As we looked into each other's eyes, I whispered, "I'm your little cum slut, your plaything. My orgasms are yours and you command them. I want to be humiliated by you and serve you for your pleasure."
His eyes darkened with lust, and he reached down to stroke my cheek. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You know what I want, don't you?"
I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. I knew what he wanted, and I was ready to give it to him.
I could feel the heat of his body as he leaned in, his weight settling on my palms as he stepped onto them. The sensation was both thrilling and intimidating, his control over me absolute and complete. Bound and unable to move by him yet again.
His hands reached down to pull aside the blindfold, allowing me a glimpse of his muscular ass and the hair that surrounded it. "Lick my asshole, slut," he commanded.
I eagerly complied, my tongue tracing the lines of his musky flesh as he moaned in pleasure. The taste of him was intoxicating, my mind lost in the sensations of his body.
As I worshiped his ass, he began to stroke his cock, his grip firm and steady. His moans grew louder, his pleasure building with each stroke.
He slapped my face and tits, his rough hands leaving a stinging sensation that only added to the intensity of the moment. His spit landed on my cheeks and lips, a reminder of his dominance and power.
I was on the edge of pleasure and pain, my clit aching with need. He must have sensed this, his fingers reaching down to tease and torment my bud.
He edged me over and over, my body trembling with the effort of holding back my orgasm. The sensation was almost unbearable, my desire for release growing stronger with each passing moment.
Finally, he allowed me to come, his cock spurting hot cum all over my face and hair. I eagerly lapped it up, my tongue savoring the taste of his release.
Once I had finished, he leaned down to kiss me, his lips soft and tender against mine. I could feel the depth of his love and devotion, a reminder of the bond that connected us.
He ran his fingers through my hair, gently brushing aside the strands that had stuck to my face with his cum. "Good little slut," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.
He ordered me to get on all fours, my body still trembling with the turbulent edging of my clit. I obeyed, presenting my dripping wet pussy to him. He chuckled darkly, his fingers tracing the lines of my body. "Such a dirty little cum slut," he murmured.
He positioned himself at my entrance, his cock at my opening. With one powerful thrust, he filled me up, his thick cock stretching me to the limit. I let out a moan of pleasure mixed with pain, my body adapting to his size.
He began to move, his hips pumping in and out of me in a rhythmic motion. I could feel every inch of him, his cock hitting my g-spot with each thrust. My walls clenched around him, milking his shaft with each contraction.
As he fucked me, I felt a sense of powerlessness that was both exhilarating and terrifying. He owned me, body and soul, and there was nowhere for me to go but with him.
Our connection was primal, animalistic. We moved together, our bodies in sync, our hearts beating as one. His grip on my hair was firm, his fingers digging into my flesh as he claimed me.
The sensations were overwhelming, and I felt myself slipping into a state of subspace. My breath grew heavy, shallow, and dizzy as I surrendered completely to his touch.
He leaned down to whisper in my ear, his voice thick with desire. "You're mine, do you understand? You belong to me. There is no one else for you but me."
I nodded, unable to form words. His words echoed in my mind, a reminder of the bond that bound us. I was his, completely and utterly, my body his plaything.
As he continued to pound into me, I felt his cock throbbing, signaling his impending release. The anticipation of his cum filling me up sent shivers down my spine.
Finally, he allowed me to cum, my orgasm crashing over me in a wave of pleasure. I screamed his name as my pussy convulsed tightly with pleasure, my cum dripping down my thighs.
He groaned as he filled me up with his cum, his body still thrusting as I writhed and moaned beneath him. He leaned down to kiss me, his lips soft and tender against mine.
"That's a good girl," he whispered, his voice filled with pride and love. "Now clean up and get some rest.
As I lay there, spent and satisfied, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together. I was his, completely and utterly, bound to him in a way that transcended time and space.
Over time, my anticipation for our longer intimate encounters grows stronger. I found myself savoring the taste of his release, cherishing the connection we shared through our bodies. Each time he brings me to the brink of orgasm only to pull back, leaving me aching for more, my desire for him only intensifies.
Our relationship was a beautiful dance of dominance and submission, pleasure and pain. He pushes me to my limits, challenging me to be the best version of myself. And in return, I give him my complete devotion, loyalty, and love. I know that no matter what challenges we faced, we would always have these intimate moments to ground us, to remind us of the bond that connected us.
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