The Game, pt.2
Part One HERE
Choke.
I would never speak the punishment cards outloud, just lowered my head and handed them to him.This was again, something new on my list. The dildo was still inside me from the failed round and he had told me to leave it in for my punishment. I lay down, unafraid- but unaware.
I know very little about actual breath play, only what I have read. It makes me insanely hot to have a guys hands on my throat, but never have I been deprived of air. His hands are strong, big. He slid them over my cheek, almost sweet and wrapped them slowly over my neck. I tried not to tense, not to tighten. Just relax. I was in a safe place, even if there was fear.
When he gripped down on my throat, I instinctively tightened around the dildo in my cunt. I closed my legs, crossed them to hold it in. The sensation was unique. It wasn’t about not being able to breathe, although that did happen. For just seconds, did he cut off my breathing, but then he would release-and watch me- watch my face, my eyes melting into submission. That was the key. Submission. Yes I allowed him to control my whole body, even my ability to put air into my lungs. Surrendering that control, to Him, it freed me. He saw it. He saw me surrender to him and he smiled.
Good little girl.
The next round I attempted to use both the dildo and the vibrator. I sat on the dildo- rocking back and forth- bouncing, fucking. Rubbing my clit with the vibrator. He stood in front of me, clothed, his cock at my eyelevel. I rubbed my face against his cock, he was hard- he pushed my face against him. Rubbing against my cheek. I wanted his cock in my mouth so bad- my need got me closer to cumming. I begged him, please sir- please can I suck your cock. He slapped my face, making me want him more. My whorish behavior pleased him, I knew. I looked up at him, whispering my pleas. “Please can I suck your cock, Sir? Please.” I was edging- I knew his cock in my mouth would push me over the edge.
He gave me that icy stare, he licked his lips and then pushed me hard on to my back, “10 seconds slut. You waste time.”
I cried out, “No, no no no…” My body knocked over as I furiously rubbed my clit. He stood over me, his feet straddling me, standing on my hair while I continued to fuck, and plead with him.
“3… 2… 1.”
I rolled on to my side- my nipples burning from the clamps. He kneeled at my side with the cards. Those fucking cards, I tried to look underneath to see the words. What would I choose if I could see the cards? He flicked at my tit again, “Don’t cheat you little bitch.”
I picked the card and showed it to him. I didn’t even look at it.
“Mmmm, wax. Good choice.”
I hadn’t thought of that. I thought the candles were for lighting.
He kneeled next to me. “I want your tits for this, I’m going to take off the clamps.”
Ohhh fuck.
“Remember how that feels, slut?”
Yes, I remembered. I had these clamps once before, but just on one nipple. And we hadn’t moved. And not for this long.
My eyes welled up. I knew this was going to hurt. A lot. He smiled at me. I turned my head towards his lap. I nuzzled my face in his jean, I needed- just for a second. Comfort. I hid my tears. He pet my hair for a moment, “We’re not so bad now, are we?? Your fans will be so disappointed. Look at you now.”
He grabbed my hair and tuned so I was looking at him. He ignored my tears, “Are you ready, slut.”
One came off, quick and I cryed out. It was sharp and shocking, and then warm… ached. It resonated down to my clit, whether I wanted it to or not. The next one, just as quick, the same painful, then warm sensation. My nipples were so sensitive, they ached and throbbed. He ran his fingers of them, warm to his touch, but I trembled under his fingers- hoping he would not pinch.
He brought the candle up over my body. I watched it. I wasn’t sure what it would feel like- how much it would hurt and for how long. My eyes followed the fluid as if came from the candle to my skin. I felt the burn, then the warmth as it dribbled over my tits, my stomach. My thighs. My cunt. I cried out a bit as I felt the hot thick fluid poured over my pussy. Dripped over my clit. Compared to the clamps it was almost inviting.
Compared to the cane, it was downright heavenly.
I won the next round- but a sudden change in the rules found me drawing another card. I whimpered a bit, but didn’t complain. On all 4′s, he ran the thin stick over my body. It tickled. He teased me with it, and then THWAP! I yelped out. It was sharp, stinging. Then the tickling again. I moved away from it- until he started hitting me again, slow and soft, then harder, harder, faster… then pause. then THWAP. Harder. I flinched, lowered my head, ass in the air. It stung. Again, a hard sting on my thigh. FUCK.
“Oh you’re such a sissy,” he taunted at me the cane striking me at the round curve of my ass, “I have barely begun. I have just…(whack)…begun…(whack)… to give you…(whack)… what you deserve…(WHACK).”
I grunted in betweem and cried out the last strike. He traced the cane back up my back tickling less, striking more. While I tried to take it, I know I cried out and sobbed like a scared virgin. I knew he was going easy on me. I didn’t know how much I could take, but I knew he would push me two inches past my limit before stopping to to soothe me, just a little. And again. The caning seemed to last longer than the other punishments. I think he enjoyed it the most. The marks would fade within a day, I knew I would wish them to last longer.
He knows me. He and I have spent a lot of time talking about my dark places and in the few times I’ve been with him, he seems to be scratching them one by one. He knows that I mostly crave the mental submission, the pain that comes with it is a bonus for both of us.
“Get up slut, two more rounds.”
Continued here.
It sounds like you can take more than you thought….and certainly more than me!
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