Fantasy Fetish (collected)

[nandoghosh]

David's cock was in her for some time, gently and with care at first. But now he was in fuckfrenzy, impaling her to the cervix, gasping in need as he took her. Neither she nor David heard her Lord enter the room. They started in the camera flash, and the man's cock exploded in her.

David didn't stay, too embarrassed to speak to either of them. The bedroom was dark. She lay panting in the spunk-stained burka, shuddered with occasional sobs. At least David had had the decency to draw the long garment down before he left. She smiled as she felt his spunk dribbling from her cunt, down her arsecrack, pooling on the silk. Jerked in surprise when the torchbeam hit her eyes.

- So, my slave enjoyed him taking her cunt?

She couldn't read his voice. It sounded neutral, but in the state he was in, who could tell?
- Taking your slave gave him pleasure. He told me that mine was his first cunt for years. It gave me joy to pleasure your needy friend Lord, yes. It was your express wish.

Do not dissemble slave. I know the whole matter is deeply exciting for you, that you are realising fantasies. I know you orgasmed as he took you.

Whether it was his eyes or the torchbeam, she couldn't look. Shut her eyes. Shivered as another glob of the man's spunk ran out of her, clung to her anus:

- Yes Lord. I always orgasm when you fuck me. I orgasmed when he fucked me. Um, three times. The last was total explosion, when he was spunking me. When you took the picture. You'll see my orgasm in it.

He was leaning over her to free her wrists, kissed her mouth softly, edging spunked burka silk into it:
- Thank you for your honesty. You are a good slave.

Then he freed her ankles and slid the garment up her legs. She lifted her arse and the crumpled silk moved under her, then sat up to let her Lord lift it over her head. When he switched on the reading light on she blinked in the strangeness, looked in his eye:

- Thank you... Lord. I'm glad if you think I'm a good slave. I need to please you in every way. That's what this collar means.

- I will understand if you wish to remove it now. I'm happy if you do.

She fingered the leather, smiled:
- No lord. I am your slave for the rest of the day. The collar remains around your slave's neck, where we both want it.

His cock jerked. Fuck, she was more perfect than he'd ever dreamed she could be. His slave. He'd never entertained such a scenario until she told him recently that it had always been a strong fantasy for her, to be used as a slave. The thought had excited him ever since, and now here she was, his slave indeed.

- Good, your Lord is glad. Lord and his slave have much more to explore together. I'm pleased we share that understanding. There are no boundaries, there is no safeword, when you're my slave.
He pushed her roughly down on her back, and re-secured her, pillows under her arse so her genitals were displayed. Then drew something from the box beside the bed, held it before her.

I ordered a new toy to use on my slave. I don't care whether or not she likes it. It pleases me to flay the slave, to punish her for enjoying being taken by David.

She gasped as she studied what dangled before her eyes. It was a flogger, but quite unlike the toys they'd used before. This one had fine leather thongs, lots of them, tipped with metal. Shining pointed metal. She shivered, shut her eyes. Fear yes, but a new excitement that liquefied her guts. She felt him carefully fasten the eyemask and gag on her head. Ease plugs in her ears. Silent black new world.

She tensed as she felt dozens of hard sensation-points scbang lightly up her legs, one then the other. Drag on her hips. Over her belly. Avoiding her genitals. Then stop.
Her nipples were hard as the clamps were attached, and she flinched when the pain bit. Then the flogger tips traced her bound hands, down her arms, lingered touchingstretched oxters. Her muscles were getting sore: he'd fastened her wrists and ankles tighter than ever before.

Gentle scbanging over breasts, shoulders, neck. She felt the wetness oozing from her, no longer David's spunk, but her excitement.

Then agony in her nipples as the chain was wrenched. But she knew this was nothing, knew her strange Lord was going to punish her with the wicked flogger.

Punish her indeed! He knew she always orgasmed during a fuck, and he'd given her no instruction not to cum when David took her. Being fucked by another hadn't even been discussed between them, though she knew when she fastened the slave collar that she'd given up all rights to anything.
But it still wasn't fair, punishing her for a normal sexual reaction.

She spasmed as another sharp tug on the chain sent torment crashing through her nipples momentarily. Then felt movement at her neck, continuing pain as her nipples were stretched. She moved her head. Agony. Fuck, he'd attached the chain between the clamps to her collar. She daren't move her head.

His mouth opened on her cunt, lapping. Then the cold vibrator was buzzing in her. She intuited his departure. Bastard, the throbbing in her cunt would make her writhe and cum, and every movement would inflict agony on her abused nipples. *****
- So, how is my slave?