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“Look at me..” She was looking down at the patterns that formed in the wooden floor. He waited and watched her.
Bondage Sex Story – Struggle 2
“Look at me..”
She was looking down at the patterns that formed in the wooden floor.
He waited and watched her as she slowly brought her eyes from the floor to his face, he watched her lick her lips, swallow the non-existent saliva from her arid mouth.
“Take your dress off”
With trembling fingers she loosened the straps of her dress and held them in one hand.
“Open your eyes, hold your head up and look at me”.
She opened her eyes and looked at him, her fingers gripping the straps of her dress.
He waited..
She looked skywards, bit her lips and let go of the straps. The dress dropped to the floor.
He sipped his wine slowly, enjoying her discomfort, knowing her legs would be trembling and her stomach crashing. He loved it, this moment where his natural dominance reached out to her and she had to fight to control her impulse to spit at him or run. He could see her struggle and it made her obedience to him all the more delicious. Although there were times when she definitely lost her struggle but not tonight, he could tell, she had promised him and he would make it so.. Tonight she would obey him without bonds, gags or blindfolds but out of her natural submissiveness to him and his dominance.
He relaxed in the chair, his eyes roaming her body, making her blush and pale alternatively. She didn’t know what to do with her hands. She had never been so aware of them she was tempted to cover her breasts and did do before she remembered she shouldn’t. He watched her do it and smiled as she brought them back to her sides.
“Come here..” he said softly, his eyes sparkling.
Her legs felt like lead. She walked towards him and stood on the spot he pointed to about three feet away from him. He lifted a short cane from the floor by the chair and smiled inwardly as he watched the look of sheer terror cross her face. Her eyes opened wide and her inhalation of air was audible in the previously silent room.
“Keep looking at me, until I tell you otherwise..”
She looked into his face and watched as he held the cane in both hands and examined it in front of his face.
Oh my God.. She hadn’t expected this, he had never hit her as such, he had slapped her and spanked her but this was different, now he had armed himself against her. Christ she had to get out. Her hands went to her legs to steady them, her face paling, as her feet grew restless.
He loved it, he could literally see her thoughts and fear, he watched as her feet got ready to run. As he stroked the cane she could see his erection. Oh God..
He raised the cane in front of her face and stroked it down her cheek, she flinched.
“Open your eyes”.
She did so as the cane travelled from her face onto her neck and down to her breasts, where it circled inwards towards her nipple. She gasped, he smiled.. He took the cane in both hands and looked down it like a gun sight, the loose end he pressed into her nipple. She resisted the urge to step backwards and realised that her thighs were wet..
She realised he was no longer watching the cane as it pressed into her, he was looking at her face, weighing her response..
“You like that don’t you? I can see it in your eyes and in the wetness upon your trembling thighs.. You were thinking of leaving me and now you are unsure” this amused him..
“Tell me what you want, and then if you ask me nicely enough I may grant your request and do it to you,”
She bit her lips, she could feel them swelling and tasted what she thought may be blood.
She held her breath as the cane continued upon its journey.
He moved the cane underneath her arm and gestured for her to raise it. As she did so he ran it the length of her underarm and down her side over her ribs. He brought it across her waistline and held it there gently prodding her navel.
She had never been so excited and aroused and he hadn’t even touched her, her whole body was pulsing and throbbing and the wetness on her thighs was so obvious she was no longer embarrassed by it.
She believed she could not be any more aroused and then the cane dropped down to her pubic bone.
Her upper body convulsed as the cane slid over her swollen lips. He was watching her intently as he teased her cunt threatening to prise the lips open with the tip. Her cunt strained forwards, her hand darting towards her aching clit.
“DON’T TOUCH! You have not asked permission. If you are going to use me to arouse yourself then it would be polite to ask me.
She felt as though he had slapped her, her breath choked her, she wanted to stamp her feet and scream at him… instead she felt the tears well up in her eyes, held on the lower lids until they puddled into a waterfall and flowed down her flushed cheeks.
“I am sorry Master.. I .. I..
She placed her hands behind her and threaded her fingers into each other, she couldn’t trust them.
He smiled at her and with slight pressure pressed open her engorged lips with the tip of the cane.
Her legs opened involuntarily, his eyes noted knowingly.
A loud sob sounded in the air and she realised it had come from her open mouth.
His eyes glinted as he used a gentle sawing motion to torment her throbbing cunt.
Her whole body was on fire, he was watching and weighing her every move. He could see the wetness on her thighs, her nipples were erect and her pupils were dilated.
He changed the angle of the cane and pressed it further towards her arse. He leaned forwards and for the first time she felt the heat of his hand near her. Then very slowly he drew the cane towards himself, watching her teetering on the edge of orgasm.
“I want to come, Please Sir may I cum? Her voice was frantic “Oh fuck me please Sir” was all she managed to gasp before the cane returned to the starting position of its torment.
“Ssshh.. Patience, Not yet little one, I want to see your submission today, you promised and I will hold you to your promise. I expect you to do only as I ask or tell you to do, because that is what you said you would do”
She only heard some of his words but she understood she desperately fought to ground herself as she felt every ridge and rim on the cane as he drew it slowly towards himself.
Though he was enjoying himself immensely he realised that she was on the edge and would very easily go over. That was not what he wanted.
He stood up from the chair and moved directly in front of her. He stroked her face and placing his hand behind her head he pulled her face to him and kissed her, he kissed her deeply, acknowledging her obedience and the courage she was demonstrating. She collapsed against him, needing him to hold her. He took both her arms and placing them at her side he stood her up straight, stroking her and soothing her with his eyes.
“Look into my eyes.. “ She looked at him. His eyes held her, she saw nothing else, only him. She drew strength from him, it would sustain her. She trusted him, he would not harm her. She clenched her fists and held his gaze. He looked at her and could see the determination in her face. For a split second he was overwhelmed with his feelings for her. It was gone in a flash he composed himself and smiled reassuringly at her.
His hands moved down either side of her body, she concentrated on not going with it. She had managed for many years to ignore these feelings but he had wakened her to herself and it was impossible to ignore her body now. But at least she was able to focus on separate parts instead of being bombarded totally. His fingers continued to stroke her, the sensations radiating outwards under his hands. He slid his hands behind her and kneading the cheeks of her bottom drawing them apart and dragging her forwards into himself. She could feel his erection against her wet pubes, pressing into her.
Oh God how she wanted him.
“Oh Please, I want you..!” she whimpered.., her eyes darting about his face, pleading with him.
“I know, shhh, soon now” he whispered into her mouth as he kissed her, his fingers moving down and entering her, being soaked by her wetness.
Stooping slightly he slid his fingers from her cunt and moved them in between her legs spreading the wetness to her arse.
He moved behind her telling her to look straight ahead.
She needed his eyes to focus herself and momentary panic set in, she grabbed his arm.
“Its OK, it’s OK, he whispered into her neck as he nuzzled her ear. “I am here, I won’t leave you.. Open your legs for me..”
She was reassured by his words and did as he asked.
He put both his arms around her, taking her breast in one hand and the other around her middle his fingers teasing her clit.
“Be still, trust me”. He commanded.
He looked down at his erection and manoeuvred it to her arse, gently pressing against her.
“Relax, I wont hurt you,” he took her hips in both his hands and gently pulled her into him, his prick probing deeper with each contraction of her entrance until with a slight push he entered her.
“Still now.. Stand very still and lean forwards..” He whispered in her ear.
He placed one arm across her back and the other around her hips.
He watched as he slowly buried his prick within her, using the contractions of her arse muscles to pace his penetration.
She gasped as he entered her, her knees feeling as though they were going to buckle until she locked them backwards. She could feel every inch of his throbbing prick invading her arse, it seemed to go on for ever. Then when she thought she could take no more.. it was still, the smarting at the entrance ceased, it changed, there was a steady pulsing from deep inside her, filling her, a steady throb radiating all over her, causing her to tremble and quiver. The breath she had held for so long was leaving her in little ecstatic gasps.
He used her hips to slide in and out of her, slowly drawing her onto him and then moving her away again. He was close.. all his concentration was required to prevent him cumming. He was holding her up almost, she was high, drifting over the edge. She was rocking herself slowly against his groin, the movements slow and steadily increasing as she started to orgasm, the muscle contractions around his prick determined and purposeful.
They were together and he was fully in control of them both. He felt it rolling over him, he kept it at bay waiting for her, he felt her every movement, every little change in her breathing, his heightened awareness signalled to him where she was, he watched her entranced, knowing that he had brought her here, to this. A smile crashed across his face and tears filled his eyes as he saw her take off…………….
She could hardly speak, her arousal was all consuming, she was totally absorbed in the sensations that were overwhelming her. There was nothing else just the sensations and feelings that were bombarding her, she was suspended, floating in a warm blackness and yet held firmly. She wasn’t alone, she was more aware of him than anything else. He held her, she felt they were connected, he touched her soul. It was their orgasm, not individual. She felt it coming, rushing from somewhere deep within her, from within him, she waited and soared with it, threw herself outwards, over the edge.. it erupted and exploded all around her filling her with colours and heat, It was loud and all consuming she floated and soared for what seemed an age and then drifted full of light and weightlessness.
He slid to his knees and pulled her with him. He was holding her, she was once again aware of his hands, of a slow pulsing deep within her, it wasn’t him it was her self. She felt incredibly close to him. He was stroking her. She was looking for words to tell him what she was feeling. He put, first a finger to her lips and then covered them with his mouth. He conveyed to her that any words were irrelevant, they were beyond them. There was just him and her, words couldn’t mean anything here in the present.
