Misc. Erotica Compilation of English stories (Collected)

[Priyanka98]

He watched with a crooked smile, allowed her to get as close as he thought she would still be able to pull away form before pinning her arms to the bed again. She humped desperately, trying to find anything to tip her over the edge. "I haven't given you permission yet, have I? And you haven't asked." She squirmed in his grasp.

"Please, please, sir, let me cum; give it to me, make me feel so good, I've been good to you haven't I? You want it? To feel me? Please?" He chuckled. "You can do better than that." He twisted her around, bringing her to stand on the far side of the bed, next to what looked like a dildo on a stick. "But I'll make you a deal instead. You get on this, and if you can get yourself off without using your hands - in either sense of the word - I'll give you the best orgasm you've ever had."

"And if I don't, sir?" She stared up at him pathetically begging with her eyes. He smiled in a way that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Then you'll be mine, completely. You'll give yourself willingly to me and the you who walked into the hotel will no longer exist; only the wanton whore as you are now. Obeying me completely in all things, desperate for my attention."

She felt his words straight to her throbbing clit; her sloppy cunt aquiver. Already tonight she felt sexier, hornier, more desperate than she ever had - and he hadn't even fucked her properly yet. How would a lifetime of sexual encounters like this feel? As she felt the cold metal of the apparatus slide inside her, she decided she wouldn't even try. This feeling? She wanted to feel it often.

So as soon as he stood, after replacing her heels and locking the device in place, she stared at him pointedly, "Oh no. How have I struggled, and can neither free myself or orgasm without your help." She delivered it evenly and tried to convey just how willing she was for what was to come next. He smiled again, and reached out to grab her nipples, twisting and pulling them through his fingers. "Oh, you like that idea do you? Excellent. Then let's have some fun."

He slapped her across the face suddenly, the unexpected shock flung her head back and she gasped in surprise. "My fun, baby. My fun. And just you remember you basically begged for this, you gave in without even trying." He slapped her on the other cheek, "To keep things even," he told her, before pulling out some purple rope and binding her in a bikini harness with her arms behind her. She stood as upright as she could, holding back the sudden tears, the echo of the blows to her face stinging as she waited to finish being tied.

She'd never been struck before like that, so callously, so obviously designed to make her feel as small and insignificant as she now felt. She remembered of his words - "only the wanton whore you are now." She certainly felt it now, not just the pleasure of it, but the way she'd just given it up to him. The way she'd stood and allowed the second hit to happen. The way she could still feel herself dripping down the metal dildo that was hilted inside of her.

As she shifted her weight unconsciously to try to get some stimulation to her desperate clit, she finally realised the devious genius of the device - there was no way she would have any leverage to get off of it herself; to lift herself high enough to get it out of her she'd need help.

He reached around from behind her once the bind was complete and began to massage her tits; softly at first and she melted; pressing her back into him and purring. Rolling her nipples through his fingers, kneading with palms, quickly turned into squeezing just a bit too hard, fingernails scbanging across the soft flesh. She moaned, still pressed against him, grabbing at his chest blindly with her hands. Feeling him start to nip gently at her neck, and then slapping at her tits. Gently, playfully. Then harder. Harder again, the slaps ringing out across the room, the pain starting to mount, her nipples afire as her grabbed them roughly in between the slaps.

He stopped, and the sudden lack of stimulation made her cry out, needing more. He walked around in front of her and smiled at her. "Don't worry pet, you'll get all you can handle, and then probably some more. Patience is a virtue." She nodded in compliance, and he took a silk scarf and covered her eyes, blindfolding her. She heard him shuffling around and then felt some material being rubbed against her dripping cunt, before being placed into her unresisting mouth. She could feel the lace of them and realised she'd been gagged with her own panties, and as she instinctively sucked her own desire out them, she heard the rip of tape then placed across her mouth.

She moaned, imaging what she must look like now - bound, blindfolded, now gagged, stuck on this contraption with no way of freeing herself. She'd never felt so small, yet so wanted. "It's funny - I really do appreciate the aesthetic of the classic ball gag, even bit gags. Ring gags are fun in their own way, but all they really do is take away your ability to communicate. Tape is so much better for suppressing the noise you make, even if it looks less appealing in and of itself. And I am going to make you scream."

With that she felt the whip crack of something across her ass, and it left a line of fire in its wake. She jumped, or tried to; and let out a squeak of surprise and pain, or tried to. The complete lack of her ability to even react just reinforced how helpless she was; how much control he'd taken of her. The second crack was less unexpected, but much harder; instinctively she knew it would leave a welt. She did manage to control her reaction, breathing heavily through her nose and quivering in place; she had a momentary flash of pride at being able to hold it together.

That was of course until the third strike hit; harder again and with much less time in between. She squirmed and screamed as hard as she could through the gag; and before she'd even finished the fourth landed. She tried to twist away from the blows and while her torso moved, her ass didn't. Several more blows rained down and she lost count; her ass was fire and she was screaming nonstop.

Eventually the assault stopped and she was able to stand, while not still perhaps, at least no longer trying to dodge blows she was unable to. She could feel her whole body shaking with the intensity, the pure pain of it all. After some time, and she had no idea how long that really was, she was able to calm her breathing. The tape had become much less tight across her mouth due to the saliva and screaming, and she was able to gulp gratefully large breaths.

She felt his hands trace up her thighs, and to her surprise he cunt responded instantly; through the pain it was held at bay, but her desire almost instantly sprang back to the fore at his simple touch. She could hear him chuckle slightly feeling at her wetness. "Oh yes, my little slut. You enjoyed that didn't you? Taking all of that for me?"

And she found herself nodding at his tone, the words not really registering in her overstimulated brain. His ministrations on her clit felt too good, and she was still reeling somewhat from the torment inflicted upon her ass. She tried to tell him how good she was; how desperate she was; all that came out was an unintelligible gurgle.

She heard him chuckle again, and felt his other hand grabbed at her breasts, kneading them, tweaking her nipples, while maintaining the constant motions on her clit. She felt herself moan, and he gripped her nipple tightly - too tightly, and she squealed and tried to shake him loose, but his iron grip he had only meant she hurt herself more.

"Your pain and pleasure are mine now. Don't forget that. If you fight it, you're only going to get one. And I'm sure you can figure out which one that will be, even as far gone as you are now."

She whimpered, and did her best to let it roll over her. Deep breaths. She idly felt herself gripping the opposite elbows in the tie in an effort to relieve the sensations; she forced herself let go. And suddenly, she could take it. She was His. Suddenly it crystallised in her head in some way, and she was able to let it all go. Ignore the blazing fire in her ass, ignore the sharp pains on her nipples. Just, let it all go.

And immediately she felt herself cum; all the pent up feelings just escaping through her cunt. She gasped and quivered and shuddered; she felt the pressure release from her nipples, and by the time she finally got herself under control she could hear him talking a few steps away from her.

"She's ready. Even easier than the last one, it's been less than an hour. Yeah, we'll make a packet on her, don't worry about it. She'd responded to everything, so the training will be easy. Yep, see you soon."

Her brain couldn't comprehend what that combination of words meant. She breathed heavily, and leaned in against him as he stood next to her while he groped her ass and felt the fire run through her; shivering in response. "You know, it really is surprising how easy it is to get you cunts in the right headspace, and all packaged up. You're going to go to sleep now and when you wake the you that walked into the hotel won't exist. Only the wanton whore. Just like I promised. Just as you want."

And this time she understood exactly what she heard. Which is why she couldn't understand how she started cumming again just as the sweet smelling rag was pressed over her mouth and nose.


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