Beg For It!
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I watched in silence as they brought her in.
She stumbled as they led her down the two steps to the main floor area of the chamber, unable to see them through the cloth blindfold. They didn't pause to let her recover, they merely turned and seized her by the arms and then dragged her the final two or three paces to the position they wanted her in. She was forced down onto her knees and then her ankles were crossed and tied together.
One of the men pushed down on her shoulders until her arse cheeks pressed against her bound ankles and I watched with an appreciative smile as her legs parted automatically in an effort to find some comfort.
Next her arms were pulled out to the sides and raised until chains could be attached to the cuffs that encircled her wrists.
At a silent nod from me both men then pulled at the chains lifting her arms higher until she whimpered quietly. At another signal both men left me with my captive.
I walked around her slowly, exploring her body with my eyes, mapping every sensuous, delectable curve of her form. I have to admit to being awed by the beauty I percieved in her bound figure and savoured even more the knowledge that she was mine to do with as I wished.
I stopped in front of her.
'What is your name?' I asked.
She started at the sound of my voice and her reply was tremulous.
'I... I have no name other than that which my master wishes to give me.'
'And who is your master?' I asked.
'Y...you, sir. You are my master.'
'Do you know why you are here?'
'To give you pleasure, sir, in... in any way that you desire.'
I crouched down before her and reached out to cup her right breast in my hand, savouring the soft gasp that escaped as our flesh touched, stroking the soft flesh with my fingers and palm. Her nipple was a hard bud that pressed against the heel of my hand. I used my other hand to explore her pubic area, drawing another gasp from her parted lips, letting my fingers slide beneath the leather crotch strap of the harness she wore so that I could probe the delicate, moist cleft at the juncture between her thighs. She gasped yet again as I slipped two fingers inside her, probing and searching until they met resistance. I smiled.
Rising to my feet again I took a half step forward and gently rubbed my engorged cock against her cheek before sliding it across her moist and slightly parted lips and then stroking her other cheek with it's hardness. I heard a soft groan of unwanted desire and stepped back from her again.
'Take it in your mouth, slut!' I demanded.
Her expression showed distaste for what was to come but her lips parted and she turned her head slowly from side to side searching for my manhood. When she couldn't find it she extended her tongue to give herself an extra couple of inches of reach but still she fell short of the mark. Next she leant forward as much as her chained arms would allow and this time her questing tongue brushed the tip of my erection sending a sudden thrill through my body. But still there was no way that she could take me in her mouth.
'Is that the best you can do?'
Her answer was a soft groan of unexpected frustration. Despite her aversion to the training I'd subjected her to she'd absorbed everything so that now she couldn't help but respond to the stimuli.
'You really want it, don't you?'
'Yes, master!'
'Beg for it, slut!' I commanded. 'Maybe if you can convince me that it's what you really want...!' I left my sentence temptingly unfinished.
'Please, master! This... this worthless slut begs you please to fill her mouth with your cock. She pleads with you to... to fuck her face and fill her throat with your rod and, when it pleases you, master, she... she begs that you come on her face and tits!'
'And what if I wish to come in your mouth, slut?'
'Then... this slave will gratefully accept what you give her, sir!'
Needless to say, I found her appeals quite convincing and grabbed a fistful of hair to hold her head still as I thrust my rampant hard-on deep into her throat...
courtesy of DarkStalker1 -- http://darkstalker1.deviantart.com
I watched in silence as they brought her in.
She stumbled as they led her down the two steps to the main floor area of the chamber, unable to see them through the cloth blindfold. They didn't pause to let her recover, they merely turned and seized her by the arms and then dragged her the final two or three paces to the position they wanted her in. She was forced down onto her knees and then her ankles were crossed and tied together.
One of the men pushed down on her shoulders until her arse cheeks pressed against her bound ankles and I watched with an appreciative smile as her legs parted automatically in an effort to find some comfort.
Next her arms were pulled out to the sides and raised until chains could be attached to the cuffs that encircled her wrists.
At a silent nod from me both men then pulled at the chains lifting her arms higher until she whimpered quietly. At another signal both men left me with my captive.
I walked around her slowly, exploring her body with my eyes, mapping every sensuous, delectable curve of her form. I have to admit to being awed by the beauty I percieved in her bound figure and savoured even more the knowledge that she was mine to do with as I wished.
I stopped in front of her.
'What is your name?' I asked.
She started at the sound of my voice and her reply was tremulous.
'I... I have no name other than that which my master wishes to give me.'
'And who is your master?' I asked.
'Y...you, sir. You are my master.'
'Do you know why you are here?'
'To give you pleasure, sir, in... in any way that you desire.'
I crouched down before her and reached out to cup her right breast in my hand, savouring the soft gasp that escaped as our flesh touched, stroking the soft flesh with my fingers and palm. Her nipple was a hard bud that pressed against the heel of my hand. I used my other hand to explore her pubic area, drawing another gasp from her parted lips, letting my fingers slide beneath the leather crotch strap of the harness she wore so that I could probe the delicate, moist cleft at the juncture between her thighs. She gasped yet again as I slipped two fingers inside her, probing and searching until they met resistance. I smiled.
Rising to my feet again I took a half step forward and gently rubbed my engorged cock against her cheek before sliding it across her moist and slightly parted lips and then stroking her other cheek with it's hardness. I heard a soft groan of unwanted desire and stepped back from her again.
'Take it in your mouth, slut!' I demanded.
Her expression showed distaste for what was to come but her lips parted and she turned her head slowly from side to side searching for my manhood. When she couldn't find it she extended her tongue to give herself an extra couple of inches of reach but still she fell short of the mark. Next she leant forward as much as her chained arms would allow and this time her questing tongue brushed the tip of my erection sending a sudden thrill through my body. But still there was no way that she could take me in her mouth.
'Is that the best you can do?'
Her answer was a soft groan of unexpected frustration. Despite her aversion to the training I'd subjected her to she'd absorbed everything so that now she couldn't help but respond to the stimuli.
'You really want it, don't you?'
'Yes, master!'
'Beg for it, slut!' I commanded. 'Maybe if you can convince me that it's what you really want...!' I left my sentence temptingly unfinished.
'Please, master! This... this worthless slut begs you please to fill her mouth with your cock. She pleads with you to... to fuck her face and fill her throat with your rod and, when it pleases you, master, she... she begs that you come on her face and tits!'
'And what if I wish to come in your mouth, slut?'
'Then... this slave will gratefully accept what you give her, sir!'
Needless to say, I found her appeals quite convincing and grabbed a fistful of hair to hold her head still as I thrust my rampant hard-on deep into her throat...
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