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[F]orced orgasms with my [m]aster [M/F] | 2016
My SO and I are heavily into BDSM. In the bedroom I am his slave, his slut and he is my master. I must obey his orders--not just because I’ll be punished if I don’t, but because the sense of arousal that I get from doing what he asks is unrivaled.I disobey occasionally, because I like being punished. He’ll slap my face, slap my ass, put nipple clamps on me, force me to stop cumming for days, and he’ll withhold his cum from me (I’m a cumslut, too but that’s a story for another day.) One day last week I disobeyed, as I do, and he punished me in a way he hadn’t before.
My master placed me in the bed restraints that we use to to keep my legs spread as he fucks. I shivered as my He pulled the cuffs tight against my wrists and ankles. I lay in the bed completely naked, unable to do much but shift, while he stood fully dressed. I could feel a heat rising between my legs, I felt a wetness, and a hunger developing and I know that my breathing became a little ragged as he pulled out the vibrating wand he bought me for Christmas. He placed the vibrator on my pussy, moving the hood of my clit so that there would be no protection from the sensations that were to come.
This was a punishment so he turned on the vibrator to a middle intensity, secured the vibrator with a pillow, and walked out the room saying only two words “Don’t cum.” I heard the door close as he left our apartment to run errands. I lay there, naked, weak vibrations pulsing through me, and my body on fire. I fantasized about him fucking me, about him sliding his cock into my mouth, I wanted to visualize anything that would get me to the edge. I want to say that I was a good girl, I want to say that I resisted the urge to bring myself to an orgasm, I want to say that my hardened nipples and dripping cunt didn’t affect me. But I can’t. I was a bad slut. I began rubbing myself against the vibrator, gingerly, if I pushed too hard I would dislodge the vibrator and I would both lose the sensations, and perhaps worse yet, my master would know I had misbehaved. I pushed my hips up with just enough elevation that the vibrator pushed more firmly against my clit. It was enough to push me over the edge. I felt a white hot flash of pleasure radiate from clit all the way up my spine as a huge orgasm hit me. I slumped as the gentle relentless pulsing of the vibrator kept my arousal at its peak.
I began to visualize him fucking me, me on all fours, his finger in my ass, his cock ramming into me. I began to feel that pressure and warmth pulsing inside of me. My nipples were painful points of sensitive pleasure. The slight breeze from the overhead fan was enough to make them tingle. As I was reaching the peak to my second orgasm He walked back in.
He asked me if I had obeyed his orders. I told him the truth. “Sorry. I came. I couldn’t take it.” I was expecting a slap. I wanted a slap. But instead he shrugged. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pressed the vibrator firmly against my clit. He took the dial and turned the vibrator to “High”. I couldn’t stop myself from screaming. Pleasure ripped through me like white hot lightning. Within seconds, I was forcefully cumming. My entire body felt like it was electrified and the pleasure raced up my spine while my pussy twitched violently. My master told me that I arched my back so forcefully that the restraints started to creak.I continued to howl as the high frequency vibrations quickly sent me into a second orgasm. My master had to grab a pair of socks from the drawer to stop me from frightening the neighbors.
As I fell from the high, however, the vibrations didn’t stop. That period of ultra sensitivity that follows an amazing orgasm was still there, but my master was punishing me. He didn’t remove the vibrator even as I screamed through the impromptu gag. The sensations went from painful to pleasurable to earth shatteringly intense. Even through the gag I howled and grunted. Four orgasms into my torture I began to twist against my bonds, my clit was swollen and sensitive. I couldn’t take it. My master held the vibrator down and watched as I was completely overwhelmed by sensation. Soon, the pain turned into pleasure and I was cumming again. And again. And again. My master would occasionally turn down the vibrations and remove the gag from my mouth. I would pant and cough, my throat rough from screaming. I would beg him to stop, to bring my painful pleasure to an end. He simply smiled at me and replaced my makeshift gag. When he turned the vibrator back up to full and my entire body would get rigid and an orgasm followed shortly after.
I can’t describe how intense it felt. I can only say that I’ve never been that wet in my life. I felt it sliding down my thigh and my ass. I wanted His cock inside me. My master made me cum almost twenty times in fifteen minutes. After six, I was screaming that I couldn’t cum anymore. My master proved me wrong when he made me cum ten more times.
That session loosened something within my sexual psyche. I wanted dirtier and rougher sex and more domination. I realized how much I wanted to fuck in public, to suck my master off in a bathroom, and to have him fuck me while others watch. My master has suggested we go to a sex club and fuck in front of strangers. As soon as he mentioned it I felt myself getting insanely wet. For the last few days I’ve been horny nonstop. I’ve been playing with my clit at dinner, in the living room--all the time. I can’t stop. I won’t stop. I am a slut.
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