she needs it, too. She said I make her stronger, and she’s going to need that strength if she’s going to go back out in the world to face everyone who cowed her before.
I put my hand on the small of her back and lead her over to the spanking bench.
It’s a custom piece, leather-bound with padded knee-stands and arm rests, along with an amply stuffed chest piece for her to lay face down on without disturbing her nipple piercings.
She climbs on with no inhibitions. So damn brave. I help place her limbs in the correct position. Her pussy is exposed so beautifully and I can already see that she’s wet. She responds so well to her Master.
The rush of adrenaline hits me all at once and we’ve barely even started. I want to ride this high forever.
“Don’t move,” I order, then quickly, I walk to a nearby cabinet and gather supplies. I’m back only moments later, running a smooth length of rope between my fingers.
“Keep still,” I whisper again as I begin to bind her wrists, looping the rope down to her elbows and capturing her in place like a beautiful butterfly pinned to a board, first one arm and then another. I want her to feel the constraint like an embrace, holding her still, folding her in. Keeping her safe.
Then I move to her ankles and repeat the same process there, winding the rope up her calves and binding her in place. Her toes flex in response and I smooth a hand down her skin after I’m done.
“Good girl.”
The bindings have spread her legs even wider, her pussy perfectly exposed. Along with that gorgeous ass of hers.
I can’t help running a hand down her spine and then grabbing both globes in a harsh, massaging grip. She squirms underneath me and uses the smallest, limited bit of movement she has to lift her hips and push more into my grasp.
Her enthusiasm for my touch and our play—gods, it gets me every time. I squeeze harder, digging my thumbs in as I massage her flesh.
But no, I can’t let myself get distracted.
I have a plan. And new toys.
I pull away from her and walk over to the newest toy. I have to wheel it over. She tries to look over her shoulder to see what I’m doing, but I prepared. The bench is angled so that she’s got no view.
“I’ve got a surprise in store for you, pet.”
I prepared it earlier today and I wheel it right up to her opening. I didn’t get the height quite right and I have to make some adjustments. But with just a few turns of the lever, the contraption with the large dildo on a retractable pump is ready to go.
I start slow and add a little lube to the huge, flesh colored vibrator.
I don’t turn it on at first, just wheel it even closer so that she can feel the large silicon cock at the lips of her sex.
I’ve moved over to her side so I can see the look on her face. One of the highest thrills of being a Dom is watching every reaction on her face to each new sensation I introduce.
She’s surprised and, I note, a little disappointed.
“I wish it was you,” she whispers. Her words make my chest tighten in pleasure, but still I lean over and whisper right in her ear, “You have to earn Master’s cock in your pussy.”
And fuck me, but I enjoy the shiver that runs down her spine and the goosebumps that rise all over her pretty flesh.
More rise when I continue, “But right now you’re going to be fucked the way Master wants. And you’re going to love every minute of what I do to your body.”
She nods even as a large, explosive breath puffs out of her chest.
“Now relax, kitten, and take what Master gives you.”
I run my hands down both of her hips and then nudge the contraption closer, penetrating her pussy.
She gasps as she opens to it.
It’s large. Larger than almost any man. It’s stretching her.
I keep an eye on her face, hungry to experience every new moment of sensation with her. Where I’m taking her, I want to participate in every moment of the journey.
I bite my lip even as my cock fights at the seam of my pants.
“That’s right, kitten. Now we’re going to start moving.”
She hiccups a breath but then nods.
I keep one hand on her hip as I turn the machine on to its