Scenario one, from my first fantasy.
The vibrator is pushed straight up to my clit, my lips even pulled aside and out of the way so that there is no softening the intense sensation shooting through me more like pain than real pain, every jolt sending to my mind that blinding signal to make it stop, to beg plead or do whatever it takes. With no way to make it stop, and no end in my own power, the begging is profound. Finally, my master relents. He will turn it off after I've given consent and begged him to come on my face. I say no, it's appalling. It's unthinkable. But I'm already losing my mind and there is no end in sight otherwise. But I can bring myself to agree, it takes longer to ask for it, or even beg for it. He allows me to start sucking him off while I think it over. It feels like the vibrating is at the base of my skull. I'm almost unaware as he pulls out of my mouth and I'm begging as he jacks off right in front of my face. My neck is tied down to the furniture, I can't lean away and one hand is holding my hair, tilting my face upward. Beg. Please, sir, come on my face, make it -... No, I don't care about that. Convince me. And suffer, I enjoy that. He's still stroking, but starting to slow. I am desperate. Please! Please come, please, squirt your hot load on my face. I say it, hoping it's the right amount of hot and not the wrong kind of cheesy. I almost don't want it, but it's humiliating and he's so turned on. And I can't get away even if I want to. So I take it. And I try to squeeze my eyes closed, try to keep my mouth closed, but the hand on my hair is so tight my eyes are slits but open, and my mouth will barely stretch over my teeth, my jaw held open from the pain. And the moment lasts forever with the pain, the humiliation, the warm sticky jizz in weird lumps all over me, and the ick reflex losing against the restraints. The vibrator is still on and I don't know whether to ask for a towel or an unplug first, but I don't do either because it's stringing down off my lips and I don't want to feel the cold snap back when the drop lets go.
Erotica 2)
I'm strapped in, and helpless. He's behind me, and I can turn to see what's going on. I hear him down behind me and I know he's staring at my body up close and too personal. I want to shift, it's uncomfortable to think about him so close to me, with all the power. I feel his tongue on the front of my pussy, just the tip of his tongue, as far forward as he can reach. Not all the way to the clit, thankfully the position doesn't give that much access without his rolling onto his back. He licks all the way up from my pussy to my ass in one motion, and I almost cringe as I realize what's about to happen. I hate it, I hate it every time and he decided he likes it so there is nothing at all I can do. He shoves his tongue into my asshole, and I grip the sides of the restraint holding me down. I can't see anything, I can't do anything, and my mouth is taped on top of it all, so I can't bitch about it either. Well, I make a protesting noise, but all he does is groan. And tongue-fuck my asshole at his leisure, endlessly. I don't want to make comparisons and I avoid them even to myself, but it is unreasonable how much he enjoys this. I am at my most uncomfortable, surely it's reasonable that this is a very awkward thing to have done to you against your will, as a slave. When he's done, he spits on my asshole and moves around in front of me. The duct tape is ripped off and his erection is used to continue my muffled semisilence. "When it hurts, you will say you are sorry. You will apologize and beg forgiveness. You will be begging a lot. I'm going to hurt you tonight. Do you understand? Say yes sir" I answer as instructed and he moves behind me again. He uses his hands to spread my ass cheeks apart, and as he presses his cock against my asshole he makes me say again that I understand. My spit and his are enough, and in one sharp thrust, his cock is all the way in my ass. It hurts. His hands are on my hips holding his body as close to mine as it can possibly be, and through my screams and cries I can hear him groan once, deep and low like a growl, enjoying how much pain I'm in, and perhaps how tightly we fit together. The pain hits once like a wall, and then again and again like waves, but it slowly starts to become bearable.
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