The Game, conclusion
Part One HERE
Part Two HERE
I was exhausted. I had two more rounds to go.
I was starting to think. Starting to consider the options. “Can I have water?” I was stalling. I think he knew it. He reached for the water bottle on the side of the room.
“Lay down, close your eyes, open your mouth.”
I did as told, not even doubting that he was passing the water from his mouth to mine. I drank it, grateful.
Thinking.
If I cum this round I won’t be able to cum the final round, I thought. I really wanted to win the final round. For some reason I felt like it would bode well for me to cum in the end. Perhaps he would give me his cock to suck again, perhaps he would fuck me. What would happen if I didn’t win the final round? Would the punishment be double- would he show less restraint??
I did not want to risk it. I would ease off this second to last round. Save my strength. This was his game, but it was somewhat in my control to win.
I went for the vibe again, thinking this would be the easiest way to divert myself. I thought that the dildo in my cunt would push me over the edge, especially if he started talking dirty to me. Laying on the ground was safer. I grabbed the Accuvibe and rubbed it over my labia- gently. Not hard enough to really push me. I could keep this up, I wasn’t faking it- but I wasn’t trying very hard either. I was trying to save some strength. I was trying to play the game, his game.
“Open your eyes, slut. Look at me.”
I looked at him, he was standing over me. His hand gripped his cock and he rubbed it. “You want this cock don’t you whore? Lets see if you can cum. I don’t think you can.”
He was so sexy. His voice burned into me. His eyes were ice. He straddled me, his boots planted firmly next to each of my thighs. Something in me connected. Something in our eyes met and I burned. My pussy ached, and I burned for him. My body responded and it hit me hard. I cried out, “Oh God! Oh Fuck!” I turned to my side, tucking my head to his feet, my body jerked and rocked.
“Good girl,” he leaned down and smiled at me, “Do it again.”
Tearless, I was sobbing, “I can’t… no I can’t, please.”
He circled and taunted, “Come on slut. The audience wants to see if you can win the final round. It all comes down to this.”
The minutes flew by. I was fucking myself with the dildo, rubbing my clit with the vibe. I was desperate and aching, moaning, crying, pleading. “No.. no please, I can’t- please.”
He leaned down at me… beep beep beep.
I rolled on to my side again. I was dizzy. I was exhausted. I held on to his leg, desperate.
He pushed the final three cards at me. I picked one without prejudice and looked at it.
Spank.
“What a lovely ending, sweet slut. On your knees.”
I stumbled to my knees on the other side of the floor. I bend forward, my ass in the air for him. He kneeled down next to me- his hand smoothing over my ass for just a moment before he raised it. I winced in preparation for the strike. It came down, hard. Harder than the cane, again and again. Sometimes softer, occasionally stopping to rub the area, and then moving to the other side. My thighs, my cheeks. Again and again. It seemed to last longer than the other punishments. Finally I lowered my head to the ground.
He finally stopped. His hand slowly moving up over my back to my hair. I braced for the pull, but it didn’t come. He stroked my hair as I lowered my body. His voice warmed and his touch softened.
I was crying now. Sobbing. Exhausted. Spent. Completely freed.
It’s all over now. Good girl, it’s over now.
after… here.
that was brilliant =)
you should write like this far more than you do – you have a lot of talent..
That is just how a good pet should be!
I love how to tell a tale. You move me.
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