Dark Shadows. The slow drip of water. My nipples taut at the cold draft of air that signaled his arrival. My heart pounded as his silhouette filled the doorway. That tall, broad frame caused fear to prick; goosebumps on my flesh. Naked, except for the leather collar around my neck, I was chained to an eye bolt in the corner like an animal.
Footsteps echoed across the concrete floor, measured and unhurried.
I knelt before him, eyes to the ground, hands behind my back.
Submission.
Power and strength emanated from him in waves, rolling over me. He inserted his thumb in my mouth, holding down my tongue. Naked and prostrate before him, I felt the burn of degradation as humiliation coloured my skin. “Slut,” he whispered, his mouth close to my ear. At the sound of his voice, heat lapped at my sex. Aroused, my mouth was wet around his thumb, and I begin to suck gently. A fire caught, burned at my core as pleasure rippled through me. I tried to stop it but I could not, it flowed from me, dripped and streamed down the soft skin inside my thigh.
He knew. He always knows.
He removed his thumb, placed his hand under my chin and raised my eyes to his. My desire had turned to hunger, “Fuck me,” my tone urgent, “fuck me.”
“Is that how you ask?” Anger rippled from him. Serpent like fear coiled around my lust and squeezed. Pain burned across my cheek as the back of his hand connected and a wave of pleasure exploded from my sex. I was coming but it was not enough,
“Please, Master. Please, fuck me.”
“Beg,” his voice clear, “beg me like the dirty little whore you are.”
“Please, I need to feel you.” I prostrated myself before him, “Please Master, Please.” I placed kisses on his shoes. “I need your cock Master, I need to feel you inside me. Please.”
“So you want to be my little fuck slut?”
“Yes Master,” I breathed.
He leaned over me, that terrible height and power and unhooked my chain. Wrapping the end around his palm, he gave the chain a swift tug which pulled me onto all fours. “Crawl, my little fuck slut. Crawl for your master.”
Humiliation burned at the words but also at the flood of desire which those words had caused. My sex tensed and rippled with an overwhelming need for him. “Yes Master,” I said. I began the slow crawl across the cold floor. My knees scraped on the concrete’s rough surface but I ignored the pain, knowing the pain of disobedience would be greater if I were to disobey.
He held my chain and walked me like a dog, “Good little pet,” his voice was light, caring. I squirmed as my traitorous desire ran down my leg.
We reached the bed, and he leaned down and unhooked the chain from my collar. The bed was huge, Gothic in its dark wood and posts. Leather straps hung from the corners. “Wait,” he commanded. Instinctively, I knew the rules. I knelt, legs slightly parted, my head down, arms at a ninety degree angle, palms up. My need to please him was overwhelming. From this position he could see my shame, he could see the desperate need between my legs. He knew the power he had over me, my treatourous body that ached for his touch, ached for his control, ached to be used by him.
He put his knee in front of me. His eyes focused on mine, as my eyes locked on his. I felt my cunt widen as he shoved two fingers in me. I remained still and silent as he invaded my core but he pulled them out. Holding his fingers in front of my face, his thumb rubbed at the slick coating I had left on his fingers.
“For you to fuck me,” I whispered. I heard the air part and then a stinging pain across my back that made my body flinch.
“What did you say?” I heard his shoes against the concrete as he walked around me, his footsteps slow and measured. From the corner of my eye, I saw the leather crop in his hand.
“Please Master,” I begged, whimpering now. “Please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me, Master, if it so pleases you.”
“Prove yourself, whore,” he said as he came to a standstill by the edge of the bed.
I looked up and he gave me a nod. I crawled towards him and when given my cue I stood. I began to unbutton his shirt, taking my time with the pearl buttons. He watched me but remained still. Silent. I pushed the shirt from him. I undid his zipper and his cock, taut and erect, fell from his trousers. I pulled his trousers down and kneeling before him removed his shoes. I folded his clothes and placed them in a neat pile to the side. How I loved seeing Master’s naked form. I watched as he laid back on the bed. He snapped his fingers, my cue to move. I shifted forward kneeling between his spread legs. “Prove yourself,” he needn’t say more. I nodded, yes.
Leaning forward, I placed a kiss on the swollen head of his cock, a simple symbol of worship. I kissed the soft skin at the tip and began my worship, snaking my tongue around his crown. I wanted to take him in my mouth, to taste his greatness but that is not what Master wanted from me at this moment. I stood then climbed onto the bed to straddle him, my hand held his cock as I lowered myself down upon him. Feeling his taut cock at the edge of my lips, I moaned as his fat cock began the delicious slow stretch of my tight pussy. I slid slowly down his full length until he was fully in me.
His hand reached up and grabbed my throat. Strong fingers clutching my soft neck his green eyes locked on mine. “Prove yourself, whore,” his voice was strong, commanding.
The word “Whore,” stung sharper than the slap across the face. I had never been spoken to like this. Fear like a caged bird fluttered in my chest and struggled to be free but I could not succumb to it. I had to perform, had to prove myself. I took a breath, scared of what may come if I failed him. Scared to speak, his strong hands on my throat not only held my in place but were a silent, unspoken threat. But why the warmth that spread from my sex? The beating of my heart and the quickening of my breath? What was wrong with me?
His hand on my neck held my upper body still. I focused on my rhythm, rolling my hips to making his granite hard cock move within me. I kept my eyes locked on his as I used my hips to impale my tight, wet cunt on his cock. My hands on his shoulders, I gripped onto him as I rode his cock like I was a dying woman and he was my cure. I pulled up feeling him slide almost out of me then I slammed back down, taking him back the whole of him. As heat flooded me, I sped up, my breath ragged. Feeling him deep within my core I glided over him, squeezing the tiny muscles inside me to milk him. I wanted to make him explode inside me.
He never let go of my throat, my range of motion limited, my skills tested as a woman. I ached to cum, could feel it shimmering in the distance, his cock like heaven but I had to suppress my own needs for his. Harder and faster I worked my sex, I could feel his body tensing below me, his cock starting to vibrate inside me. I raised my hips up, he was so close, then thrust down with great force. He let out a growl that echoed off the walls as his hot cum jetted inside me.
I was his whore.
