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A meeting with Sir
It had been a long drive, and plenty of time to anticipate the coming evening.
I was comfortable now driving dressed as Robyn. But it was still an…. experience.
I arrived at the designated location. I slipped on my heels, grabbed my bag of goodies, and went up to the door. I knocked lightly. Sir let me in.
We chatted a little. But the plan was to play first. Maybe chat and socialise afterwards.
“Come,” he said, and led me through the house. I expected to go into a bedroom, but we stopped at a door. A blindfold was wrapped around my eyes. My arms were held out in front, and I felt soft rope coiled around, and then my arms were lifted above my head. Higher, I was forced to stand on tip-toes, which was very difficult in my shoes.
I was effectively tied helpless, in front of a door, my arms way above my head, and teetering on my five inch heels.
A minute passed. Then another. I could hear Sir in the other room. This was uncomfortable.
After what seemed an hour, but was probably only about five minutes, Sir returned. He felt me all over, hands roaming freely over my body. I was powerless to resist, of course. I felt my little clitty stir in its impenetrable prison; I knew that no matter what, I would not be having the pleasure of any spurting tonight.
Hands roamed, squeezing my ample bottom, gliding along my thighs, groping at my boobies.
I felt my skirt lifted up, the coolness pleasant on my panty-clad bottom. And hands on, and in! my panties. Feeling me. As if I was a thing, a piece of sex-meat to be used however he liked. A finger across my tight hole. A finger gently pressing, just inside my tight pussy. But no more.
My panties were peeled down my thighs, down my legs. My legs lifted one-by-one to remove them entirely. And then… they were at my mouth. In my mouth. “Suck on these, you slut!”
I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Helpless. My skirt hiked up. My bottom exposed, hands high above my head. Blindfolded, gagged.
“You were twelve minutes late, girl,” I heard. “I guess that makes twelve strokes.”
What??? No!!! I moaned into my panties. No, I didn’t want this.
Whispering at my ear, “No power on earth can stop this. No pleas, no crying, no safeword. Nothing. You just have to hope I am gentle and you don’t annoy me too much.”
Oh gods! I heard a swish. A crop? A cane? A belt? And then… crack! A slash of pain across my exposed buttocks. Yow! I screamed türkçe bahis into my panty-gag. I danced foot-to-foot. OMG! And eleven to go…
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I slumped on the bed, having been let down following my punishment. My hands now tied behind my back, but at least the whipping had ceased, and the weight was off my poor feet. I was pushed and moved around on the bed, and at last the disgusting gag was taken from my mouth. I gulped in fresh air, only to instantly have Sir’s cock at my lips. Insistent. I had no choice. I licked and sucked. I took him as deep as I could, coughing, spluttering, choking, but then diving back down on him for more.
I sucked and sucked, and he gently fucked my mouth. It was heaven. I could tell he must be close to delivering me a tasty treat; but he pulled away. And left the room.
I waited. I tried to get as comfortable as I could. Of course my arse was on fire still. I was worried about what welts would be there, and for how many days. And my jaw was sore too, from my oral ministrations to his lovely member.
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Finally Sir returned. I was aided off the bed, and walked to another room. “You know what to do,” he said, and removed my blindfold, and left the room.
My eyes took a moment to adjust, and then I saw what he meant. A kitchen chair was placed in the middle of the room, with a large suction-cup dildo sitting on the seat. A bottle of lubricant was next to it.
It took a few minutes. After all, I was tied, and still stumbling about in my heels. I had to open the lube, apply to myself and the dildo, and then position myself so that I could sink onto it.
And the plastic cock was large enough! About eight inches, and plenty fat! I had never had a real cock this size inside me; any human that big wold be terrifying.
So I took it easy, slipping a little inside, applying more lube, slipping further down.
Finally, I felt comfortable enough for it to fully fill me; I sat down on it, totally impaled by this monster. Well, comfortable may not be the exact correct word. Stuffed is more like it.
Sir came in after a time. He looked pleased. He moved straight to my face, and placed his cock just out of my reach. I leaned forward, my lips seeking him out. My tongue just licking him. He moved away, and I had to rise on my seat, the huge dildo easing out of me a little. Then he moved closer, and I could sink back down. And I finally tipobet got his cock in my mouth. Yum.
Licking and sucking, Sir kept moving away, so I had to rise, and then fall back when he came closer. I was effectively fucking myself as I sucked him. But I didn’t care. I just wanted to give him pleasure.
He pulled away completely, and went to a bag, returning with a pair of Japanese clover nipple clamps. I gulped. I knew what was coming.
He peeled down my top, and lifted up my bra, removing my silicone false breasts. I felt even more exposed now.
Sir squeezed my left nipple, flicked at it, coaxed it to as large as it would grow. He then opened a clamp and grabbed as much of the nipple as he could with it. If it just grabbed the tip of my nipple it would easily slip off (and hurt like hell!), so getting as much under the jaws as possible was the best path. He did likewise to the right nipple.
The clamps hurt, no doubt. But the occasional bit of his cock at my lips helped ease the pain for me.
Sir lifted the chain linking the two clamps, and this put stress on my nipples. I had to rise with his lifting to keep from too much pain. But then he held the chain down, so I had to sink down again. Up, down, hold…. down, hold… up, down hold… Sir toyed with me, making me fuck myself on the huge dildo, moaning and gasping in pain as more, and then less, tension was applied to the chain.
Looking down, my poor nipples were crushed, squeezed between the nasty jaws of the clamps. And the harder the clamps were pulled, the tighter they grabbed.
Sir seemed to enjoy my discomfort, as well as watching me rise and fall, fucking myself. I just wanted this to be over, I wanted to suck his lovely cock, and have his juices in my mouth.
And despite all my travails, despite the pain and the abuse, my little clitty was still leaking in its cage, clear drips emerging at times.
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Tiring of this game, Sir removed me from the chair and the huge toy. What a relief! But he tugged me along by the nipple clamp chain. Yow! I was led to another room, and saw what awaited me.
I was bent over a narrow table, pillows under my belly. The nipple clamps dangled free in front of me, their movement causing lances of pain through my boobies. My legs were spread and tied to the table legs. My hands were likewise tied to the front legs, leaving me bent, spread, exposed.
Sir returned tipobet güvenilir mi to my face, and again applied a blindfold. And a few pleasant thrusts of his cock at my lips. Yum. But that was short-lived.
He returned momentarily and tugged on the loose dangling nipple clamp chains. Ow! And then a constant pressure… first on one, then the other. Oh. He had placed some weights on them. And now he released. OMG!!! I thought my nipples were going to be ripped off my body! I groaned, I almost screamed.
“Shut up, slut,” and he pushed my old damp panties back in my mouth.
Every movement caused the chains with the weights to swing. So the pain in the nipples kept varying. From bad to… agony!
I heard a tearing sound. I felt a finger, gentle at my hole. Lubricant. Well, I was already pretty well-lubed after the dildo, and certainly well-spread and widened. But it was a nice touch that Sir added my lube so gently. And the tearing sound I guess was a condom wrapper.
Soon… there was a pressure at my pussy. Not over-strong, but constant, insistent. There was no point resisting. I did not want to resist anyway. I *wanted* him to take me.
But even the lightest pressure, the slightest push into me caused the clamps to swing under their weight; lancing fire of pain through my tits.
Ahhhhhh…. I relaxed…. he filled me slowly. Finally, deep inside me, Sir started to rock. Out a little, in a little. Oh no! This caused the clamps to bounce! It was hurting so much. But I was so very very filled. It was so wonderful to have him deep inside me. The contrast: the pleasure, the pain.
He started rocking more, thrusting, in fact. Oh. Fucking! Fucking me. And the clamps bounced. But I didn’t care. I just sucked on my soaked panty gag and moaned constantly.
Sir grabbed my hips, my thighs, fucking harder. In. Out. In. Out. I was grunting gutturally with each thrust. My nipples forgotten now in haze of white-pain.
I felt him press one more time, then… thrust, thrust, thrust, groaning as he emptied his seed inside the condom deep within me. I could feel him pulse!
He withdrew. I felt empty. My tits were screaming. Seriously. He took the gag from my mouth. And I felt him under the table. Oh no! I knew what was coming. First one clamp was released, slowly, gently. The pain was blood rushed back in was intense. And then the other nipple. I almost screamed, and as I did so a finger went in my mouth. What? Oh. And then… the condom. Not its contents, not poured in my mouth. But the whole condom, just removed from his cock. Just having come out of my pussy. “Chew on that, slut,” he said, as he left the room.
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