There is nothing to do, no way out, no escape. I am naked, gagged, my arms are strapped together behind my back, elbows touching, and my legs are tied together, knees under me. I am on a mattress, face down, ass up, and my Master is using me. No safeword, only my slavery. It's thrilling, and the pain is overwhelming my senses.
He is holding my arms, pulling my body back, pulling my ass onto his dick over and over. Every thrust is all the way into me, and I feel like a line of rubber bands being stretched repeatedly to the tightest they can go without breaking. The silver lining is that at the very deepest part of each thrust is starting to feel really pleasurable. It still feels like I am being torn open from the inside out, one layer at a time, but at least I am feeling that sweet pain that gets me off. I focus on this feeling, the rhythm beating into me.
useful
I ache, and my shoulders hurt from being pulled back so tightly and supporting my weight. I use my pain like he is using me. The throbbing pushes me. I need to get off. I wish I could beg him to touch my breasts, to play with my nipples. This isn't about you. I am being used, it doesn't matter what I want. But I am so close! And so is he, as he starts thrusting harder, with more urgency, and moves his hands to hold my hips in place instead of pulling me backward. I desperately want my cunt filled, too. I want something inside me to get off onto. It isn't to be. I can feel, dripping down my legs. It hurts so much, I want to scream, but with the gag, it just sounds like a loud exhale. The pain forces itself into my thoughts, occuping my mind.
it hurts, it HURTS.
oh fuck
My world is only my pain, that brief flash of good pain, and serving his pleasure. My world is pain. And that pain gets me off, over and over. Every time, the pain increases unbearably, and the light darkens.
When he gets his, I feel him expands in my deepest parts and I don't think I can take it, but I do. I take all the pain he gives me.
He stands and looks at me, and when my eyes open, I see a satisfied expression.
After he cleans up, he releases my legs enough that I can unbend my legs, but not spread them, and he lays back down beside me, and holds me for a few minutes. I think he is enjoying that I still have his cum in me, and that I am gagged and can't complain about it. He lets me out slowly, so that I have a chance to adjust to being free again. After I've cleaned up as well, I move the mattress back onto the bed and we go to bed for the night together.
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