The Game
He led me down the steep stairs to the dark room that was lit up by candles and a small lamp. He led me to the middle of the room and pushed me to my knees.
To my left was a small old table, on it, a whip, a cane, a flog, nipple clamps, a paddle, and a knife. An old rusty knife that you could probably etch the words “tetanus” into if you were so inclined. I kept my head down. To my right, on a board placed on the floor was a really big dildo, an Acuvibe and a stack of condoms. He pulled me back by my hair and stared into my eyes. His were like ice and his voice was calm and forceful.
“We are going to play a game slut,” He put a small timer in my line of vision, “You have three minutes to have an orgasm. Those are your tools.” He pointed to the vibe and dildo to my right. I started to melt into myself. Away were thoughts of friends, and parties, men who hurt me, and the responsibilities of my life. I was here, and I was His- and I knew that losing focus would cost me, dearly. I was to come within three minutes, or there was a card to be drawn. He showed me a small stack of green cards and written on the back were the names of the tools on the table. Whip, cane, ect… knife. I got a chill.
He had me turn on my knees and face him. I slipped off my heels behind me. This all seemed so strange and foreign to me, I almost wanted to giggle. This is why they call it a scene, I thought to myself.
“Ready, slut?” I nodded- to be responded with a slap across my face, “Answer me!”
“Yes sir,” I said softly, wondering why I can never just behave.
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The timer started and I grabbed the dildo and a condom. I could have reached for the Acuvibe, but after sucking His cock for so long, I was aching to have something inside me. I sheathed the dildo and pulled my nylons down. “Not all the way off!” He said to me. I looked up at him as I lowered on to the dildo. It was bigger and thicker than any dildo I had at home. It felt so good, but I was…. distracted.
He was there, circling me. Taunting me.
C’mon whore- lets see it. Everyone is watching. I don’t think you can do it.
He’d brush past me, gently kicking my leg, or slapping me. A minute had past. Fuck. I thought to myself that I could fake it. He’d never know, you’d be amazed at how well I can fake it, but no. I only cheat myself. I laid back on the floor- my legs still held hostage at my knees by my nylons. I fucked myself hard, starting to moan and writhe. He continued to circle me, “I don’t think she can do it,” he spoke to the ‘audience’, “No- I don’t think she can- can you slut?…. a minute and a half.”
I continued- getting closer and started to shake. He was standing over me, stroking his cock through his jeans- his strong hands and wrists, his eyes bore down into me. “Do it slut- let me watch you.” Oh God I was getting closer… it was so hard. I was so close. It was right there, right… there.
Noticing my body start to react, He moved over me and came down over my shoulders, his knees straddling my head, almost sitting on my face. FUCK. Distracted again… He called the time, “20 seconds slut- fuck that cock whore!” I was trying- I was desperate for it. He was counting down the time while I begged him. I didn’t want to lose, but I didn’t want to stop. It was coming, but I just needed more time. Please.
“3, 2, 1….”
I was breathless as He stood back up, “Awww you disappoint the audience whore. They were cheering for you.” He gave me his wicked smile as He put the timer down and reached for the cards. He spread them out in front of me, a deck of deviant cards. I stared hard at them, wondering- hoping that I would be spared the knife. I choose one and looked at it. Nipple clamps. Without speaking, I turned it upwards so He could see.
“Good choice whore. Lay down. Show me those pretty tits.”
I did as I was told. He didn’t tell me I could undress, so I didn’t. I just raised my dress up and unhooked my bra and lay down on the cold floor. He played with my tits for a moment, pinching them before grabbing each nipple and clamping them with the clover clamps. The chain was heavy and as I got back to my knees, I felt the true weight of it. My bra still on, hit the clamps and I yelled out. “Can I take this off?” I asked him of my clothes, looking up at him- hopeful.
“On your own time little girl. Are you ready to go again?”
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This time I used the Acuvibe. These electric vibes never let me down. Again however, it was harder. I removed my clothes as He laughed sadistically at me, “You are wasting time.” I had tight clamps on my nipples, and every move brought a sharp pain to my tits. I pushed the vibe hard against my clit- trying to find the spot that was almost too sensitive so it burned. When I got close, He reached down and tugged on the clamps. I cried out, “no… owwww, please!”
Don’t talk back to me you fucking whore.
50 seconds!
He reached down and slapped me, and then slapped my tit. My brain was screaming and I was lost in between the vibrating between my legs and the pain in my sensitive nipples. I shut it off and focused. Again, He sat down on my face. I closed my eyes. I focused all of my energy into my cunt- I was aching to cum. I was so hot and desperate I needed it. He was running his fingers on the chain, I could feel it vibrating into my tits. I was begging him to stop.
“The audience is cheering, slut. Can you come you dirty little whore? 30 seconds.”
The orgasm hit me hard. Finally. I writhed and shook and fucked it. Reveling in my victory. Exhausted, beaten.
He stood up and smiled at me, stroking his cock, “The slut wins with one. Come over here and suck my cock.”
I got up to my knees and immediate cried out. The chain had gotten caught between my hip and thigh and when I went to move, it pulled down on both. It was sharp and my eyes welled up. I looked up at him, blinking away tears. He took his cock out and pushed it in my face. Wiping my eye as I slid his stiff cock into my mouth.
“Aww little girl, there’s your pacifier.”
I sucked him slow and tight, giving my best. Doing everything I know He likes to give my body time to rest. I do know how much He loves how I give head, so I used that to my advantage. He reached down and stroked my hair, lovingly and while I curled under his hands like a greedy kitten, I braced for the inevitable.
It came, his hands grabbing all of my hair and him pulling me, hard away from his cock. It could not have been more than a few minutes. I looked up, my eyes pleading, sucking him harder. Taking him into my throat, crazed and desperate- not having had enough yet. He yanked my head back, and rubbed his cock into my face now. Tracing my lips, and watching me starved and whorish for his cock. He reached down past my faced and flicked my nipple, sending the pain that I had almost forgotten searing back into my body.
“Time for the next round, sweet slut.”
continued here
*jaw hitting floor*
*contented sigh*
Lovely. An ingeniously devilish game indeed.
Really enjoyed reading your posts, especially this one! Such a nasty and fun imagination.
I’m glad you enjoyed it. This wasn’t my imagination though. No dear, this was real…
Mmm, lucky lucky girl! Was this part of your New York adventures from last time? How did you manage to get so lucky, darling? I can’t wait to read the next part, but I think I have some pics to tide me over…*kisses*
YUMMY~~ Lucky indeed!
So, when do we get the continuation?
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