I could hear his footsteps creaking up the stairs. It was an eerie sound. I hung for a hook in the basement with my mouth bound, blindfolded, totally naked and helpless. I had proven an apt slave for my top. I had done well, no cries, obedient as ever. I had made him hungry for deserved punishment. I adored his inflictions. My shame was cured only through his physical ministrations upon me. It was cold. My nipples puckered and stood out like stiff little fingers.
When would He return? It could be hours or days, depending on his mood. I was so hungry. My flat stomach stretched as I hung. My feet were cramping as they barely touched the floor. My breast were huge, even stretched.
So dark. My senses were screwed up terribly. I felt a touch behind me on my ass and almost peed in fear. A scraping motion on my backside like fingernails and then a sharp slap that sent me swinging in pain!
Then the hook was lowered and my tortured feet were set on the ground and cuffed in leather restraints, legs apart. I did not recognize the smells and touches of this person. He had many slaves. I felt cold lotion over my tits and I jumped, biting my lip through the gag. It wasn't too tight, for he wanted to hear my groans and moans. The person then creamed my mound and with long strokes of a razor shaved the hairs of my cunt. It stung a bit and I felt very cold and vulnerable. HE could do with me whatever he wanted. We had long disposed of safe words. I trusted him to use me. I deserved his inflictions. My life without Him would be unbearable. Every slap was a cherished kiss.
Creaking. HE had come back down the stairs slowly, the stairs raising the tiny hairs on my flesh. HE loved to see me chained and at his mercy. HE touched my creamy breast and put the vibrator directly on my newly shaven mound.
The sensations welled within me; my nipples hardened more as a shooting climax ripped through my very being. My cries were muted though thoroughly audible through the gag.
My eyes teared with welcome release. He knew that his touch was what I craved more than any machine. His rough hand brushed my cheek lovingly and he bit down on one of my nipples. I drew in my breath sharply. All around me were the smells of him.
My love. He mercifully let my sore arms down from the hanging device.
My body throbbed with ache. My body was draped across a bench, ass up. I felt his wonderfully strong hands spread my cheeks and insert a plug of some sort while fingering my clit. I felt a warm wetness seep from my slit. Then he went around to my front and took off the blindfold. His face came into view through my teary eyes, for an instant but then I looked down immediately. He had in his hands two harsh clamps. They were meant for my sensitive nipples. One at a time he snapped them on the sensitive flesh that was pulled by the cold steel. The plug in my ass and the clamps were incredibly erotic. HE stood before me and took off the gag. His huge prick then sprung loose before me and I took it rather awkwardly in my mouth and sucked it desperately.
HE fucked my mouth quickly, giving me no chance to recuperate from one thrust to another. I knew that in between thrusts he liked begging for his cum, but I could not get any words in at all.
My nipples were now on fire and my body was thrown back a bit from my mouth fuck. He withdrew for a second as I begged for his seed.
He stared down at me and hit me in the face with his hard cock.
I took him again into my mouth and down my throat and he pulled out to my devastation and came on my back. He had denied me his cum.
He looked at me and smiled. I was bent over the bench, clamped and plugged, his cum all over my back. HE set up the stairs. Creak.