Fantasy Fetish (collected)

[nandoghosh]

He was crouched over her, naked now. There was singing in her ears where he'd removed the plugs, no gag any more. The cold words roused her from the doze. She didn't know whether she'd just fallen asleep. Or perhaps passed out, from the intensity of the pleasure-pain which had ripped through her firm tortured nipples, when she'd orgasmed to the vibe pulsing in her cunt. The toy was no longer in her. And the clamps were off her nipples.
- I'm... I'm fine Lord. I think...
- You must have had some orgasm. Your cunt contracted so much it expelled the vibe. Now, I have to ask you something. Do you want to remain bound and lacking sight and hearing when I punish you with the new toy? Or would you rather be unrestrained, in control of your senses?
- I'm your slave, Lord. That is your decision.I'm making it yours, and you will obey me in all things...

She heard the swish, felt explosion of pain on her cunt as the flogger bit into her. It was some time before she could speak.

- I need... to be restrained Lord. I'd hate to squirm so much in pain that it upsets your aim. I want to see and hear. Communicate.

- Thank you slave. That answer pleases your Lord. Here is his gift to you.

The eyemask came off and she watched as his head bent between her legs, laving and worshipping her sex. Then he moved up her body, his mouth fastened on hers, and his hot rigidity slid into her wetness.
- Always remember slavegirl, that your Lord loves you.

This was different now, her lover back with her, and she knew his want for her as his thrustfucks increased in speed and pressure, moving just as she needed it, lovesex becoming hardfuck, him losing himself in their love as he always did, till she knew she was just a body being fucked, being used by him. Her cunt clutched at him greedily and she felt herself rising to meet him, giving him her sex, her being, till the orgasm crashed through her.

She cried out as he left her then, unspent himself. Relief flooded her when she felt the ankle restraints fall off. He lifted her knees to her shoulders and the spear of need entered her arse, fucking her with an intensity she couldn't remember, using slavegirl to sate his lust. She was as lost in sexneed as he was, floating now, nothing but his cock taking her arse, his pelvic bone grinding her clit as he thrust into her being. When his teeth sank on her throat the spasms shook her, his spunk filling her, completing her.

He fell on her, sweatsoaked:

- Christ I worship you slavegirl. Maybe I won't punish you. The new flogger scares me to just look at it. Of course I tried it on myself, different strengths of blow, but couldn't bear to direct it anywhere sensitive.

- I want it on me Lord. I... I'm scared, but I want to feel it on me, giving me the pain I deserve.

- Jesus. Then you'll have it.

She knew his excitement from the cock twitching anew in her arse.

He withdrew from her then, and unfastened her wrists:
- Slavegirl must turn over now. Lord will start gently on his slave's back and arse.

She complied, wondering if she was sane. But she wanted to know, needed to understand how much she could take from him. He'd never taken her near her limits before. When she was secure on her belly, pillows pushing her arse in the air, she felt him lick down her spine. Lap at the soft hair in the small of her back. Part her arsecheeks roughly to tongue her there. He withdrew and she tensed.

But there was no pain, only the steel tips of the flogger tracing her shoulderblades, down her spine, over her sensitive arse. She shivered.

Then they struck, needles of pain on her arsecheeks, blows raining evenly, measured strokes. She gasped:

- More Lord, please.
- Oh yes slave, more indeed...

The pain intensified, sharp caress of thin leather flaying, deeper bites of metal on skin. Fuck...

- More Lord...

He moved to sit on her shoulderblades, and she felt his cock and balls squashed wetly against her spine as he leaned forward, arm swinging relentlessly, pain visiting her as she couldn't remember it. She could feel her blood flowing now from the tiny vicious wounds; no longer felt pain, just heat and need. Subspace. Fuck, this was madness, but...
- Slavegirl, my sweet?He'd stooped the flogging immediately he felt the change in her. Moved off his slave. She'd passed out. He regarded her welted and lacerated arse, needlepoints flowing blood, trickles rather than rivers. Took photos, had to, she had to see, to know. Then he removed the restraints, fetched cold water to wipe her blood. Patted her dry, and applied lotion to reduce her pain. He gently removed the collar, then wiped her face with a cold wet towel. Was very relieved when her eyes fluttered open instantly.

- My sweet darling. The collar's off now. You're my lassie again.

- Ohh... I.. I was just resting. Hard work being a slavegirl.

She smiled weakly:
- Now give me the collar. Want it back on... it feels right... to be your slave. Lord. Please give it to me.

Darling, you don't have the energy to raise your head, let alone collar yourself again. So no, request refused. Get some rest sweet. I'm going to stroke you back to sleep with my love, then leave while I get dinner organised. Dinner in bed tonight I think. Not too sure your poor arse will want to be sat on for a while.

He was preparing their dinner in the kitchen, Christy Moore's soft compelling voice filling the wee room. Didn't hear her enter, just noticed a new scent before he felt her kiss on the back of his neck. He turned.

She was wearing the slutdress she'd arrived in: was heavily made up. She almost never wore makeup, and seldom perfume. Now she looked and smelt as he imagined a whore might. Wearing her slavecollar. She fingered it, smiling:

- I told my Lord that he has a slave for the whole day. The day hasn't ended.

- Jesus fuck darling...
- Slave would prefer to eat at the table, if her Lord permits that. Slave examined her arse in the mirror before dressing. Slave's cunt is wet.

He was wearing his dressing gown. She knelt on the kitchen floor and took his cock in her mouth, but he pushed her away, getting back in mode after his surprise and excitement at the collared whore abased before him. Thinking fast.

- No. Not now. Go and open the curtains in the lounge. Then kneel on the dining table. Facing the window. Right in front of it.
He followed her from the kitchen, moved the reading light from his desk, set it on the table in front of his kneeling whore. Switched it on to illuminate her. He rolled a joint. Lit it and handed it to her. He watched her draw deeply on it. They passed the joint between them, eyes but no words. She knew that he understood exactly the effect it would have on her. She took a last draw and stubbed it out.